The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 313

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 313

Whoooosh—!
The poisonous aura erupted outward, consuming everything in its path.
The earth darkened, and the lush vegetation withered to brittle husks.
Even the rocks blackened under the virulent toxin—a poison that radiated the will to destroy all living things.
I retreated smoothly, creating distance between us.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s gaze remained fixed upon me, unwavering, as he unleashed a fury that erupted like a volcano.
Crackle, crackle—
I accepted the coarse, flesh-tearing aura without flinching, and Sa Myeong-gyeom’s eyes twitched at the sight.
“Hehehehe— hiding your fear? You may reveal it. Fear is but instinct, after all.”
Was he satisfied with the aura he now displayed, so different from before?
His voice dripped with confidence, as though he believed he was overwhelming me.
He seemed determined to prove that he was no longer what he had been.
I regarded Sa Myeong-gyeom for a moment, then let out a scoff.
“Did you actually mean that as a joke?”
“…You bastard.”
Crunch—!
His teeth ground together as his crushed pride glared at me.
Yet no matter how much killing intent he displayed, how much poison he spewed as a threat, I felt neither fear nor dread from him.
Only amusement.
The moment I smiled in response to his unleashed fury—
“I’ll tear that mouth of yours out and knock some sense into you!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom, now infused with poison and transformed into a Poison Being, hurled himself forward.
Before he could close in, I swung my sword, releasing a wave of force.
Boom—!
The collision of power erupted violently in the air, and I saw his body flinch. Yet it seemed to have little effect, for he pressed forward even more fiercely, closing the gap.
“Do you dare mock Sa Myeong-gyeom!”
His words rang out with bloodshot eyes and seething rage.
Whoooosh—!
His technique came faster, grazing my cheek by the thinnest margin.
In that instant, I moved my sword to sever his arm, but Sa Myeong-gyeom, displaying superior agility, twisted his body and extended his leg.
Slash—!
His force-infused leg missed its target, striking empty air, yet he did not stop—his movements flowed seamlessly into the next.
Boom, boom, boom—!
There was no pause in our exchange of blows.
Within a single breath, we traded sword and hand strikes multiple times, each unable to overcome the other’s strength, pushing and being pushed back in turn.
Though neither of us held a clear advantage, I maintained perfect spacing with my sword, while Sa Myeong-gyeom could not.
He extended his hand toward my extended blade, then began pulling me toward him using a golden technique.
The way it clung so tenaciously seemed as though it were trying to prevent any distance from opening between us.
Then Geum Na-su, coiling around my sword like a serpent and pursuing me, suddenly seized me, and fingers brimming with a deep emerald aura stretched toward my chest.
Shhhhh—
I furrowed my brow.
As I drove deeper inward with another step to narrow the distance and twisted my body, the sweeping fingers cut uselessly through empty air. Seizing that momentary gap, I shoved him back forcefully with my shoulder.
We both retreated a couple of steps.
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s composed expression caught my eye.
The distance had already widened, and my proper techniques were not connecting—so why?
The realization came swiftly.
“…!”
I felt something raging within my body.
As a pain like my organs melting away crept in bit by bit, I quickly drew upon my inner energy to block it.
Poison.
The moment I grasped its nature, I understood why he continued trying to close the distance.
Having become poison itself, even the breath he exhaled had transformed into a deadly venom that could kill.
I stared at Sa Myeong-gyeom with a frown.
Sensing that I had caught on, he sneered all the more.
“Hehehehe— you will die slowly. Most painfully, at that.”
“Your thinking falls short.”
Dismissing his words with utter scorn, as though he considered this his masterstroke, I kept watch on his movements while swiftly locating the thread of energy I sought.
That one sleeping curled deep within.
I awakened it and drew it forth, then began circulating it throughout my entire body, withdrawing the inner energy that had been protecting me from the poison.
Then.
As though unwilling to miss this opportunity, he charged forward.
As I extended my hand, pouring forth the deep emerald aura gathered there, I moved my sword in response.
Blade and hand collided once more.
My keenly sharpened sword moved with overwhelming sharpness, but Sa Myeong-gyeom, watching for an opening, reached out once again, seizing my collar along the blade’s edge.
I would not fall for the same technique twice.
“…!”
I swung my sword and shook his hand away.
His hand, receiving the force, released my collar and was sent flying back, and before he could even steady himself, I drove my blade forward with even greater momentum.
Like a torrent of water compressed and shot forth.
The blade pierced through the wind and descended upon him.
“What is this?!”
Power so formidable it could pierce even diamond stone.
Alarmed, Sa Myeong-gyeom drew upon his protective energy and retreated.
The blade tore through his garment but could not pierce his flesh, halting before his chest.
Sa Myeong-gyeom attempted to stop the descending blade with both hands infused with inner energy, while I pushed forward with even greater force.
Kwaaaaa—
The power of two people clashed within a hairsbreadth, pushing and striving to break through.
When such forces collided, a ringing sound pierced through my eardrums as if they might tear, and the wind swept violently across the surroundings.
In this tense confrontation, who would emerge victorious?
The distance between Sa Myeong-gyeom and myself was narrow, and his both hands were not free.
I smiled faintly and extended my other hand.
“…!?”
His eyes widened at the sudden development.
At the same moment.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
As the hidden five-poison snake shot forth through the air, Sa Myeong-gyeom, sensing the threat, hastily retreated and had to move his hands to respond.
The fluttering sleeves scattered poison that succeeded in dissolving the incoming five-poison snake in an instant, but in that moment, his balance crumbled.
It was too late to defend against the sword.
The blade pierced sharply into his abdomen, and the force gathered there erupted, sending him flying backward.
“Gahhh!”
With a violent groan, his body flew through the air pathetically.
The opponent, who rolled across the ground in a manner unbecoming of one called a Twelve Angles Gakju, struggled to rise to his feet with trembling limbs.
“Hah… hah….”
Sa Myeong-gyeom forcibly steadied his trembling body, pressing one hand against the pierced wound on his abdomen as he glared at me.
Blood-tinged saliva dripped from his gaping mouth, and his bloodshot eyes staring at me burned even more crimson, as if reflecting the state of his mind.
I responded to that sight with a scoff, displaying my composure.
“That Yeom Gakju you so admire lost an eye to that very technique—a pity I couldn’t give you the same fate.”
“Tch! You… you bastard…! Such a petty tactic!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom pressed the vital point to stop the bleeding and once again gathered his momentum. The fierce energy still exploded outward, dominating the surroundings, and the poison aura raged even more violently than before.
With each gust of wind, the poisonous miasma poured toward me, and as I breathed, walked, and moved, his poison clung to and seeped into my entire body.
I felt it and lightly brushed off my clothes.
As if it were nothing.
Perhaps because of this, Sa Myeong-gyeom’s eyes wavered.
“Among all the Gakju I’ve met… you are the worst.”
This was no lie.
Compared to those I had faced before, he was infinitely lacking and of inferior caliber.
There was no precision, let alone calculation, and the refinement that had been his forte was nowhere to be found—all he did was indiscriminately scatter poison everywhere.
There was only clumsy momentum, and within it lay nothing that could be called true skill.
It was as if a foolish child had been given a grotesque weapon and was wildly swinging it about, intoxicated by his own strength.
It was embarrassing to even call him a Twelve Angles Gakju.
I regarded him with a contemptuous gaze.
“The Sword Emperor would be better. You don’t measure up to him.”
“Nonsense—!”
Boom—!
Had my scornful words struck his heart like a dagger?
Unable to endure any longer, Sa Myeong-gyeom kicked off the ground and rushed forward.
The poison emanating from his body surged forth even more powerfully, defiling the air, and the verdant energy gathered in his hands revealed greater intensity.
I narrowed my eyes, watching the opponent hurtling toward me.
The distance had closed once more, and he descended before me.
The moment his feet touched the ground, the earth blackened as if dying, surging forward to swallow me whole.
Simultaneously.
His technique unfolded.
He came at me with the ferocity of one intent on tearing out my throat.
I tilted my head slightly to evade, and his fist, which had grasped at empty air, opened once more before sweeping out like a whip.
A thin line of verdant light streaked toward me.
The moment it made contact, a force that seemed capable of dissolving my entire body.
Without thinking, I furrowed my brow and twisted my body, and he twisted alongside me, pressing forward with even greater ferocity.
Ssssshhh—
The aura billowing forth was killing everything around us.
From the fierce exchange of offense and defense, the very clothes I wore had long since dissolved away.
My skin was scorched by the rising force, and poison burrowed deep into my body.
Had he noticed my complexion was not favorable?
Sa Myeong-gyeom’s eyes gleamed with confidence, and a thick smile spread across his lips.
“Hehehehe— it seems you can endure no longer.”
His voice rose triumphantly.
As if savoring a battle already won.
Anyone poisoned by his toxin could not escape death, so he was convinced that victory was inevitable.
He had even forgotten the fate of his subordinates who had fallen.
Without realizing it, I let out a faint laugh and poured strength into my sword.
Uuuooong—
In that instant, a powerful sword resonance erupted, and a wave of frigid force surged forth.
I pushed back the aura that had consumed the surroundings in a single breath, and the cold force emanating from my blade gradually consumed him, attempting to freeze his body solid.
“…!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom, startled, hurriedly attempted to retreat.
But I would not release him so easily.
I gripped my sword with even greater force, creating surging waves. In a single breath, I drew forth a torrent of water into my blade and engulfed the horrified Sa Myeong-gyeom.
Kwaaaa—!
The relentless surge of water consumed him.
Though he struggled and thrashed, attempting to escape, he could not evade the fierce onslaught.
Something no human strength could withstand.
“Kugh!? You reckless fool!”
Sa Myeong-gyeom drew upon all his remaining strength and attempted to reach out once more—
Skreeeech—
My blade showed no mercy, cleaving through his head.
A straight line extending from above to below.
“…?”
Unable to even comprehend what had transpired, he stared at me, his eyes blinking.
But soon, blood began to flow from the severed line, and Sa Myeong-gyeom’s eyes widened as he reached out to touch the flowing blood and confirm it, meeting my gaze once more.
“This….”
Squelch—!
His mouth opened, but the words never came.
In that instant, his body split in half and collapsed, entrails and blood spilling chaotically across the ground.
Once again, warm blood drenched my entire body.
Yet that was a privilege only the surviving victor could claim.
I turned my head without even sparing a glance at Sa Myeong-gyeom’s corpse.
“…!”
What entered my vision was none other than the warriors of the Snake Clan.
Those who had retreated to avoid Sa Myeong-gyeom’s indiscriminate attacks now witnessed Gakju’s death and my form, unable to open their mouths.
Not a single person spoke, and silence descended upon the place, with only the sound of dry swallows echoing from every corner.
I gazed upon them and shook the blood from my sword.
Whoosh—!
As Sa Myeong-gyeom’s blood on my blade drew an elegant line across the ground and bloomed into a blood flower, everyone present flinched and retreated.
I looked at them for a moment, then turned my back.
As if the fight with Sa Myeong-gyeom meant nothing.
And as if to say, come whenever you wish if you desire to avenge your master.
Walking forward with such confidence, yet no one dared to challenge me—a testament to the fear of me carved deep into their very bones.
A sneer played at the corners of my mouth as I moved slowly.
Thud— Thud—

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