The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 312

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 312

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Whoosh—
As Sa Myeong-gyeom stepped through the mist, his eyes twitched with barely perceptible tension.
This was an operation mobilizing every soldier of the Snake Clan.
Over two hundred elite warriors had established their encirclement and sealed off the escape routes, trapping their prey within the mist before slowly tightening the noose.
Within that suffocating shroud, he had no doubt they would struggle against death itself, writhing in agony, consumed by fear and terror, their tears flowing freely.
This display of power befitted the name of one of the Twelve Angles, and whether he personally intervened or not, the outcome would remain unchanged.
There was no way to endure while surrounded by the Snake Clan’s elite warriors.
He had no doubt his subordinates would soon drag that man before him, forcing him to his knees.
So he had allowed himself to relax.
That brief moment of carelessness had created the hell now before his eyes.
“…You’ve done something truly impossible.”
A mountain of corpses, a sea of blood.
Squelch— squelch—
The ground beneath his feet was drenched in blood, clinging viscously with each step, and severed flesh mixed with scattered weapons churned his stomach.
The mist itself seemed stained crimson, and the stench of iron seeping deep into his lungs suffocated his breath.
Over two hundred warriors.
More than half of them had already fallen.
They hadn’t merely fallen.
Torn and slashed corpses piled upon one another in grotesque heaps.
The dead lay with eyes wide open, staring at the sky, while the blood that poured forth formed rivers flowing across the ground.
Those who remained still gripped their swords, yet their eyes were indistinguishable from those of the dead.
What they felt was not killing intent or rage.
Fear.
Yes, that alone.
Their hands trembled so violently that the blades clattered against one another, and their breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps.
Not a single one stepped forward.
All of them hesitated, hoping desperately that someone else would take the first move.
In that moment—
Slash!
One of the hesitating warriors was severed in an instant.
Without even a scream, his bisected body collapsed, spraying blood.
Then another fell, his neck twisted at an unnatural angle.
A crimson fountain erupted, mingling with the mist to cast an even darker veil.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s fingertips trembled violently.
This was no mere battle.
It was not the formation that had collapsed, but the very will itself that crumbled.
Though numerically they should still overwhelm Jin Cheon-u, the remaining half of the forces were no longer hunters.
They were merely a herd of rabbits cowering before a single man.
“You wretches—! What are you doing? Why do you not move?!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s roar shook the battlefield.
Yet what returned was only the glint of terrified eyes and the trembling clatter of blades.
His heart plummeted.
In the moment his voice echoed hollowly, Sa Myeong-gyeom understood.
The fear had not consumed his subordinates—
That same fear was spreading to him as well.
A man standing amid pools of blood.
Garments drenched crimson, yet eyes gleaming with an eerie vitality.
That smile was the laughter of a Blood Demon.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s breathing grew ragged.
The composure he had not lost even before Gang Cheonho shattered into fragments.
Terror that rose to his very throat pierced through him like a hidden blade, and his pride was steeped in humiliation.
In that instant—
Boom!
Resentment flipped into rage and exploded.
He could not allow his dignity to be further trampled.
Sa Myeong-gyeom thrust back the fear consuming him with sheer force, detonating the venom coursing through his entire body in a single moment.

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Boom—!
I moved with the violent resonance that thundered through the air. The ground melted away beneath the impact, and a thick, acrid poison rose up sickeningly.
I stepped back a few paces, lightly brushed off my sword, and turned my gaze.
Sa Myeong-gyeom appeared in my blood-shot eyes.
Unable to comprehend this unbelievable situation, he rolled his eyes before openly displaying his seething rage and shouted harshly.
“What have you done— you bastard—!”
“You were the one who started this fight, so why are you angry with me?”
I tilted my head with a puzzled expression.
It was undoubtedly Sa Myeong-gyeom who had initiated the provocation.
Perhaps he hadn’t ‘anticipated’ that things would unfold this way, but wasn’t that the same situation as my own ‘carelessness’?
I rested my sword on my shoulder and laughed hollowly.
“Variables always exist. Just as I was captured by you all.”
“Kugh…!”
“That’s right. What do you think? Your plan seems to have failed completely in my eyes. That complacency brought this upon you.”
“…!”
Had Sa Myeong-gyeom committed his full strength from the beginning, we would never have reached this point.
I would have desperately fled and escaped this place.
But Sa Myeong-gyeom, believing there were no variables whatsoever, had shown restraint, and in that time, I had swiftly eliminated my surroundings.
These were opponents I had faced dozens, hundreds of times in the past.
The memories were etched vividly in my mind like yesterday, but for those facing ‘me’ for the first time, it was inevitably fatal.
Everything I unleashed was readable, leaving them no recourse.
This was why I could inflict such devastating damage in so short a time.
Saaash—!
Unable to contain his surging resentment, Sa Myeong-gyeom’s presence swelled terrifyingly.
That intense aura pressed down upon my entire body.
“Now this is starting to feel worthwhile.”
“Fool! How dare you challenge me!”
“That’s precisely why you’ve ended up like this.”
“….”
I pressed my fingers against my head and laughed lightly.
“You all always hold your heads high. Except for the Sect Leader, none of you believe anyone stands above you.”
A habit of looking down on opponents.
It was an inevitable nature for those who wielded the power of Gok Ok, commanded subordinates with a single finger, and controlled the martial world at will.
I smiled mockingly and stepped forward.
Whoosh—!
“This bastard!?”
Sa Myeong-gyeom, catching sight of my vanishing movement, hurriedly shifted his body and extended his strike.
The poison-laden attack flew true, but I pushed off the ground again and soared high into the sky.
“…!”
Boom!
In an instant, the unleashed force pierced toward my subordinates.
With a deafening crack, the subordinates standing there were reduced to bloody fragments, scattering across the ground.
As everyone froze in shock at this horrifying sight.
Slash—!
I swung my sword again, targeting the dazed assailants.
My blade cut through four of them with vicious precision, and one of them, alarmed, thrust his sword in resistance, but his foot caught on a corpse sprawled across the ground, throwing him off balance.
I seized that opening without hesitation and pressed forward.
I cut down another, moving and hunting for gaps.
“Overwhelming numerical advantage?”
Yes, that could be true.
But there are situations where such an advantage becomes a liability instead.
Especially in a chaotic melee like this.
Someone swung his sword but failed to strike me, instead cutting down his own ally.
Another blade was deflected by a comrade’s sword and flew upward, while the one who had been cautiously surveying his surroundings found his throat pierced by my blade.
“These… these fools! Can’t they get their heads straight!”
Clang—!
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s sharp rebuke rang out powerfully in response, but his voice could not reach them.
Their minds were consumed by fear and terror of me.
Unable to respond properly in the chaos of the melee, they only brought about slaughter.
Slash!
As I cut down more of them and stepped back.
Sa Myeong-gyeom, seizing a brief opening, launched himself forward.
He closed the distance with fierce lightness of movement.
His bloodshot eyes blazed with fury directed at me, and he unleashed a torrent of virulent poison energy that surged and roiled.
A deafening boom shattered the heavens and earth, and deadly poison energy spread in all directions.
I attempted to summon my inner force to block it, but even that proved difficult—my subordinates began collapsing, blood pouring from their mouths and noses.
I gazed upon this and let out a bitter laugh.
“You should have done this from the start. It’s so much easier, isn’t it?”
“You—!”
A cry filled with resentment pierced sharply through the air, and Sa Myeong-gyeom’s momentum burned even more fiercely.
With an unwavering resolve to kill me at any cost, he began unleashing a power entirely different from before.
As if finally revealing his true strength.
I narrowed my eyes and shifted my gaze.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s hand, launched forward, moved.
Claw technique.
Like witnessing the monks I had seen at Yunlim Temple, an attack far sharper and more forceful extended toward me.
Combined with the deadly poison energy contained within.
As if he himself had become a poison incarnate.
Whoosh—
In that moment, as I twisted my body to evade the unfolding assault, I caught sight of my subordinates rushing at me fiercely from their hidden positions.
I extended my sword to alter the flow of their assault.
Drawing in those who rushed forward, I dissipated their force and shifted my position.
Screech—!
A violent sound erupted in response.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s toxic technique tore into my subordinate’s face, and the poison seeping through began dissolving his entire body in an instant.
“Aaaagh! Aaaaaaaagh!”
But it was far from over.
The toxic miasma erupting from his dissolving flesh seeped into another comrade’s body clinging nearby.
Though he thrashed about, screaming in agony, the poison that had already begun consuming his body transformed him into nothing but a handful of blood in mere moments.
I blinked as I confirmed this sight.
My gaze fell upon none other than Sa Myeong-gyeom.
His expression twisted even more viciously at my eyes, as if questioning why such a thing had occurred.
“How much longer do you think you can afford such composure!”
“Composure?”
I laughed incredulously at his forcefully spat words.
I then retreated a couple of steps while evading the incoming toxic technique.
Crack—!
Simultaneously, I split apart another subordinate’s body that had revealed itself, and as I twisted my body to the side to change position, Sa Myeong-gyeom hurled himself forward, unleashing his full power.
Boom boom boom—!
Another violent explosion resounded.
Thick toxic miasma rose in wisps as it corroded the ground.
Yet Sa Myeong-gyeom’s expression remained displeased.
Because he had seen me retreat far beyond his reach.
As he repositioned himself and unleashed an even more potent toxic aura, I extended my sword lightly and smiled in response to his twisted expression.
“Don’t be mistaken, Sa Myeong-gyeom. I wasn’t showing composure. But if you think I have it to spare, then that’s simply… a reflection of your insufficient skill.”
“…!”
I lifted the corners of my mouth as I gazed at his shocked expression.
Yes, I could feel it clearly now.
The Sa Myeong-gyeom who had tormented me in the past was not like this.
He had never relied on the power of Gok Ok, overwhelming me through martial prowess alone—yet now he was intoxicated by that power.
As if attempting to compensate for his lacking martial strength with Gok Ok’s might.
Moreover, his level was inferior compared to Yeom Ji-hak.
Having only recently become one of the Twelve Corners, there was the matter of not fully utilizing his abilities, but fundamentally, his level could not bridge the gap with the other Twelve Corners.
“Yeom Ji-hak would weep if he saw this state of affairs.”
“Hehehehe— so this wretch is desperate to die! Surely!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom stopped his movements and laughed at my words.
Perhaps he had never been so humiliated before, for despite his laughter, his complexion flushed crimson as if it might burst.
Yet did he think he could not overlook being looked down upon?
Boom—!
Suddenly his fierce presence swelled and exploded outward.
A raw, overwhelming force that dominated all directions flowed upon the wind, pressing down upon my entire body and revealing its presence.
Eyes bloodshot and crimson with fury.
An expression twisted like that of a malevolent spirit.
The toxic aura and fierce presence emanating from his entire being differed from anything before.
His gaze fixed solely upon me, capturing my attention.
A sharp, tingling sensation—
A fierce presence that seemed to lacerate the very flesh.
Yet I merely gripped my sword and offered nothing but a smile.

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