The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 311

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 311

I had fallen into a trap.
The moment I sensed the presence of those converging from all directions and saw Sa Myeong-gyeom’s face, I instinctively realized I had been ensnared.
Because I had not expected him to set such an obvious snare, I had let my guard down—a grave mistake that now came back to haunt me.
Yes, Yeom Ji-hak would never have done something like this.
But the one I now faced was Sa Myeong-gyeom.
He possessed a temperament both similar to and different from Yeom Ji-hak’s, and I should have remembered that he was fully capable of such tactics.
I fixed my gaze upon Sa Myeong-gyeom.
Whoooosh—!
His technique came hurtling through the air, missing me by mere inches as it streaked past.
Where the blood-red line had passed, trees and boulders melted and collapsed, while thick clouds of venom rose into the air, making it acrid and suffocating.
I furrowed my brow and quickly increased the distance between us.
“Hehehehe— are you running away?”
At that moment, Sa Myeong-gyeom’s voice reached my ears.
The smile playing at his lips was unmistakably deep, revealing how much he relished watching me flee.
Whoosh— Whack!
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s techniques continued to pursue me relentlessly, but I evaded them with precision, gradually widening the gap between us.
As I confirmed this, I shouted toward Sa Myeong-gyeom.
“I never expected we would meet like this.”
“Hehehehe— neither did I. But wasn’t it you who started this fight?”
Whack—
Boom—!
Seeing another barrage of blood-red lines descending, I unleashed my own force. The two powers collided in mid-air, erupting with violent momentum, and I felt the other presences approaching hesitate.
In that moment, I moved further away.
“Wasn’t it you who first moved the Sword Emperor? I merely responded in kind. We’ve exchanged blows once each—shouldn’t we withdraw now?”
“Nonsense. Would you do the same? Hehehehe.”
Boom—!
Another collision erupted, and a fierce gust swept across the battlefield.
The battle between Sa Myeong-gyeom, who continuously tried to close the distance, and myself, who sought to widen it, grew increasingly intense. The violent, tempestuous force was so overwhelming that no one else could approach.
But I could not maintain this forever.
The moment an opening appeared, the elite of the Snake Clan would swarm in.
If that happened, the disadvantage would be mine.
I drew upon even greater force and swung my sword.
Slash—!
“…!”
As a crescent-shaped force flashed and came hurtling toward him, Sa Myeong-gyeom, sensing the threat, hastily dodged.
Boom Boom Crash—!
The earth trembled with a deafening roar, and the wind surged violently.
As the swirling fragments scattered and blocked my path, I seized the opening to propel myself forward with even greater speed.
Sa Myeong-gyeom clicked his tongue, realizing too late what I had done.
“Hehehehe— Yes, run away, run. Let’s see just how far you can go.”
His voice that followed pierced through the air with a chilling resonance.
That sound clung to my back like a shadow that would never leave.
The obsession to not miss even a single moment was so thick it only added to the ominous dread.
As I ran at full speed and glanced back, Sa Myeong-gyeom had stopped in his tracks, watching me grow distant with a laugh.
As if he already knew I could never escape.
Though something ominous settled over this strange situation, this was not the time to concern myself with an opponent who wasn’t pursuing me.
My heightened senses detected those approaching.
As if they had been waiting, they emerged through the mist, and the moment they spotted me, they bared their teeth with murderous intent.
Their gleaming eyes were not those of humans.
They possessed the instinct of beasts hunting prey, and with each breath, hatred and resentment mingled to foul the air.
In an instant, their movements changed.
Wielding short blades in one hand, they darted about erratically to confuse the eye, creating the illusion that one became two, and two became four.
Before I knew it, they had closed the distance, their fragmented forms merging into one as countless glinting lines of blade light streaked toward me.
Sharp, swift, and without gaps.
Like a net descending upon me, it felt as though once caught, escape would be impossible—but that was their fatal mistake.
For a net is always meant to be torn.
I moved my sword, unleashing a sharp blade aura.
A concentrated stream of water-like force poured forth with the momentum to cleave anything, tearing through the descending net and carving open space.
The sword’s momentum shifted once more.
A torrent of blade aura cascading down like a violent downpour.
Thud-thud-thud-thud—!
In that fleeting instant, with nowhere to escape, all those standing there were pierced by the relentless barrage of blade aura and collapsed.
But there was no time to catch my breath.
Whoosh—!
A blade came flying from somewhere, aimed at my head.
I evaded the extended sword and threw myself clear.
But my opponent showed no intention of letting me go, pursuing swiftly and wielding their blade with relentless persistence.
I received the strike and redirected the flow with subtle precision.
As my opponent momentarily lost balance, I severed their neck, and simultaneously twisting my body, I evaded another blade that came flying and struck back.
Crack—!
“Gasp!”
The bisected body spilled blood and entrails, creating a wave of heat, yet I paid it no mind and pushed off the ground once more.
Running, I steadied my breathing and wore a hollow smile.
The stench of blood vibrated across my entire body.
The flowing wind carried thick murderous intent that wrapped around me, and the air I breathed held the breath of death.
A sensation I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Haha.”
The situation reminded me of those days when I was being hunted, and without thinking, I let out a quiet chuckle and turned my gaze away.
In that instant, a massive man burst through the mist without a sound. The moment our eyes met, he flashed a dark smile as if he’d been waiting, and swung the greatsword in his grip with brutal force.
Kwaaaang—!
The overwhelming power crashed toward me in an instant, and sharp fragments erupted from the ground, pelting my body with crushing pressure.
“You bastard—!”
A powerful shout followed.
The violent sound vibrated my eardrums, and I furrowed my brow.
Screeeech—!
The greatsword flew at me with a speed that belied its massive size.
The blade slash wailed as it tore through the air, and it felt as though any moment of hesitation would swallow me whole.
The power and momentum contained within that sword were worlds apart from any of the Snake Clan members I’d faced before.
Clang—!
I received it with the flat of my blade, intending to deflect it.
But the man read my intention, twisting his sword with cunning precision to change its angle and drive it forward, attempting to cleave my body in two.
Unaware that this had become a venomous fang aimed at my throat.
I followed the flow of his directional shift, pressed my blade closer, and gently returned his force back upon him.
“…!”
Did he panic at the sudden sensation of being pushed back?
Feeling the strength drain from the locked greatsword, I applied force and flicked his blade away.
Clang—!
The sharp metallic ring echoed through the air.
I caught the shock of realization flashing across the man’s face as his stance crumbled, and I swung my sword without hesitation.
Shing—!
I bisected his body and leaped upward, using his collapsing shoulder as a springboard to launch myself higher.
In an instant, light flashed from all directions, and the space where I had been along with the severed man’s body was shredded into fragments.
As if his corpse was nothing more than a tool, not a fallen comrade.
They used his very body to target me.
The one watching me rise tried desperately to retrieve his sword and gather his strength again, but my blade was faster than his movements.
Shing—!
A sharp line drawn with light slashed across his neck.
The one standing motionless blinked his eyes, as if unable to comprehend what had happened, staring at me—but then, with a soft thud—
His head fell.
Whoosh—
I paused for a moment, observing it, then steadied my breathing.
Following that came a deep sigh, and I suppressed my presence as much as possible, concealing myself.
As I heightened my senses and surveyed my surroundings, I could detect countless presences scattered throughout the area.
The fact that they made no attempt to hide their existence suggested they had no intention of letting me escape this place.
“So they mean to settle this here and now.”
I let out a hollow laugh and steadied my breathing.
Even as I remained hidden and gathered my thoughts, my ragged breathing gradually returned to normal, and I felt my racing heart slowly begin to calm.
Thanks to that, I could assess the situation with greater clarity.
First, where was I?
But that wasn’t something I could determine immediately.
The thick fog completely blocked my vision, making it impossible to read the terrain or even make educated guesses about my location.
Moreover, the fog didn’t feel natural.
It was artificial.
Which meant they had laid it out for this very moment.
To hunt me, Jin Cheon-u, perfectly.
I clicked my tongue and scanned my surroundings once more with keen attention.
I still sensed the presence of countless people.
However, I couldn’t detect Sa Myeong-gyeom’s aura.
As if they had locked me in an inescapable cage, he remained hidden even as his subordinates fell one by one, displaying his confidence.
Was he pursuing slowly from behind?
Or waiting somewhere?
Perhaps he was convinced that his subordinates alone were sufficient to complete the hunt.
Either way, the situation was far from favorable.
Whoosh—!
At that sound, I turned my gaze, focusing intently. I felt something moving at high speed, having caught the hidden presence, and black shadows emerged, tearing through the undergrowth.
But.
Slash—!
The black figures that appeared in an instant didn’t even have time to act. Without so much as a final cry, they collapsed, spewing blood.
I watched them fall with a bitter smile.
Being hunted.
I’d experienced it so often that I was no longer surprised—merely indifferent.
But hunters often make one mistake.
When hunting a tiger, one must be prepared to die as well.
My eyes gleamed as I pushed my momentum higher.
The energy dwelling in my dantian surged wildly, and eventually dominated the entire space, threatening and crushing everyone present.
That power elevated me further.
My grip on the sword tightened, and my fierce, unwavering gaze intimidated those who recklessly charged forward.
Yes, come on.
Slash!
My sword flashed, cutting down the hunter.
The pathetic collapse of my opponent sent an inexplicable thrill through me.
But I didn’t stop there.
Whoosh—!
My sword swung again, cutting down those who revealed themselves.
Cut and cut again.
The blade never ceased its swing, and blood never stopped spraying.
What lingered in my ears were the dying gasps of those fading away, while what surged within was the murderous intent and killing will of those seeking to end each other.
A wet, tearing sound.
As warm blood drenched my body once more, the thick stench of iron flooded my nostrils with nauseating force.
It stirred something ancient within me, like a forgotten nostalgia awakening dormant instincts.
The metallic reek seeping deep into my lungs shook loose memories from the past, and the primal urges that had long lay dormant ignited like wildfire, coursing through my veins.
A resonant clash—another tearing sound.
My blade carved through flesh, scattering crimson spray, while another sword grazed past my shoulder in a whisper of steel.
With the searing pain came clarity—I was fully present in this moment.
This body, precariously balanced at the edge of an abyss.
Yet fear did not linger.
Each swing of my blade, each gamble with death, set my heart thundering wildly, and strangely, my spirit soared ever higher.
Standing at death’s threshold—or perhaps because death walked beside me—I felt more alive than ever before.
In that instant when blood and flesh scattered through the air, my eyes blazed with vitality, and my vision sharpened to crystalline clarity.
A tearing sound.
“Gahhk!”
Then came someone’s final cry.
That brief, anguished sound echoed strangely, like a haunting melody.

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