The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 330

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 330

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I swept my gaze sharply across my surroundings, assessing left and right.
Mo Yong-cheon surged in from the right, seizing control of that flank, while Sa Myeong-gyeom had vanished from sight.
The moment the extended blade whistled past.
From an unexpected quarter, darkness erupted as a venomous hand technique laced with toxin came hurtling toward me.
Phat—!
I brushed it away and twisted my body urgently.
In that instant, I swung my sword again to block, but Sa Myeong-gyeom’s relentless hands clung like they were fused to me, refusing to separate.
The collar of my garment dissolved under the venom’s touch.
As the poison spread further, beginning to sear my flesh, I moved with desperate speed.
Shwack—!
Mo Yong-cheon’s incoming blade severed the poisoned fabric that had been burning away.
Yet there was no time for relief.
A sword brimming with cold, piercing force changed direction and came at me again, and with a power that exceeded my calculations, I took another step with my footwork, driving myself deeper into Sa Myeong-gyeom’s guard.
Shwaaak—!
My blade grazed Sa Myeong-gyeom’s chest barely, but the cut was shallow.
Moreover, if one’s own sword had struck an ally, anyone would falter—yet these soulless beings seemed perfectly coordinated, as if it mattered not at all, and they pressed their assault against me anew.
Ching—!
Then came a flash of memory in my mind.
I hurriedly twisted my sword inward and thrust.
Running along Mo Yong-cheon’s blade, I advanced half a step and, lowering my head, seized his back.
In that moment, Sa Myeong-gyeom’s hand came flying toward my head.
Clang—!
I deflected it and retreated another step, whereupon the incoming blade halted at a perilously close distance.
Yet the force concentrated at the blade’s tip was beyond imagination.
As the sword qi gathered at the point struck my abdomen, my feet dragged across the ground and I was driven backward.
They did not miss that opening.
Mo Yong-cheon came rushing forward, his blade even more vicious, brimming with overwhelming force.
I swung my sword directly to meet it.
Incomparably faster than before.
The moment I tried to move my body to evade, Sa Myeong-gyeom revealed himself, seizing this golden opportunity without hesitation.
Suddenly, I felt my innate qi being drained away.
Recognizing that time itself was slowing, I twisted my body to the side in one breath and rushed toward Mo Yong-cheon.
His blade grazed my shoulder, and the distance between us narrowed until we could embrace.
I extended my hand and detonated my internal force.
Boom—!
Mo Yong-cheon’s body flew back helplessly, and I immediately twisted my sword toward Sa Myeong-gyeom’s throat.
The blade, infused with cold energy, seemed poised to pierce through, but he twisted his body mid-air to evade, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he tried to close the distance between us.
Watching his movements, I swung my sword.
Shhwaaaack—!
As the crescent-shaped sword energy flew forth as if it could cleave even diamond stone, the corpse seemed to sense the danger and pushed off the ground again, twisting his body away.
However, my true target was not Sa Myeong-gyeom.
It was Mo Yong-cheon, who was moving from behind.
Before his sword could even swing, it was blocked by my sword energy.
Boom—!
A violent explosion and the ground trembling like an earthquake.
Fragments scattered in all directions, falling with the rain.
Only then did I catch my breath for a moment.
“This is no easy task.”
Facing Mo Yong-cheon alone was already a dire situation, and now with Sa Myeong-gyeom as well, there were two of them.
Two Powerful Experts capable of shaking the world—I had to face them alone, so it could only be difficult.
Moreover, while my own breathing was rough from exhaustion and sweat poured from my body, those two, who were not truly alive, remained unmoved and showed no signs of fatigue.
I wore a bitter smile.
“I should have just handed over the fragment.”
I exhaled a long breath and furrowed my brow.
I confirmed the opponents slowly closing in on me, and I too focused my mind and steadied my breathing once more.
My senses were on edge more than ever.
Tap—
The moment Sa Myeong-gyeom’s footsteps reached my ears.
I twisted my head to evade the incoming technique and thrust my sword forward.
Clang—!
Yet another blade flew in as if refusing to give me an opening. It was like watching a dog guarding its master, so a hollow laugh escaped me.
I felt Sa Myeong-gyeom’s presence grow stronger once more.
I furrowed my brow and rolled my eyes.
His hand, infused with even more potent venom, dug in mercilessly, and as if taking advantage of the gap, Mo Yong-cheon’s sword moved again.
My shoulder was seized, and flesh was torn away along with my clothes.
The sword that had dug in then grazed my abdomen.
Unable to unfurrow my brow, I stepped back half a pace, but they would not tolerate the distance widening and closed in again, extending another move.
I watched it.
The incoming technique and the swung sword.
A lethal strike that split the falling raindrops.
Zing—
An alarm bell rang in my mind, and my body sensed the threat.
The sword pierced through my abdomen and pushed me back, while the hand tore at my chest, inflicting pain.
I staggered back and swung my blade, but Mo Yong-cheon’s sword blocked it, and Sa Myeong-gyeom’s technique dug into the gap.
I did not miss that moment.
I pulled once more.
Dragging Sa Myeong-gyeom into the swirling currents, I thrust forward with the momentum of a crashing wave, pushing back Mo Yong-cheon who rushed toward me.
Shwoooosh—
I laughed as I heard his feet scraping against the ground.
A small distance and a brief moment were all I needed.
I dragged Sa Myeong-gyeom even more fiercely into the depths, and I sneered as I watched him draw forth a potent toxic aura from his entire body in resistance.
“If that had worked, you wouldn’t be dead.”
He reacted to my sudden words.
As if the memory of that day of death had surfaced.
I pulled the pale sword force upward with full force, my sneer deepening.
Screeeech—!
In a single breath, it consumed him like a raging wave.
Brilliant light created countless lines, and Sa Myeong-gyeom’s body scattered into fragments.
Thud-thud-thud—!
Putting him back together was beyond imagination.
As chunks of flesh rolled beneath my feet like garbage, I finally narrowed my eyes at Mo Yong-cheon.
An expression devoid of all emotion.
Yet his gaze was unmistakably different from Sa Myeong-gyeom’s.
Was it so surprising to cut down one’s own master?
I held a sneer at the corner of my lips and flicked my sword, and Mo Yong-cheon’s aura exploded outward.
In an instant.
Clang—!
Our blades clashed.
Brilliant flashes erupted in succession.
What unfolded was not the martial arts of the Snake Clan, but the unique swordsmanship of the Moyong.
As if he had accepted the dying man’s counsel, he had not used any other martial art even once until now.
That is what makes it all the more terrifying.
More refined and faster, with a weighty force behind it.
The moment the brilliant blade collided forcefully.
Boom—!
A force strong enough to make my wrists tingle shot through me, and my body was pushed back.
I steadied my wavering center and lifted my head.
Zing—
Then, thinking of what came to mind, I moved my body to the side and infused it with the power of a tempest.
Our blades clashed again as we tried to push each other back, but Mo Yong-cheon’s sword was more seasoned and powerful than I had anticipated.
It twisted in an unexpected direction, shaking my balance.
As the sword force erupted and swept horizontally, I met it head-on, and our blades locked once more.
A fierce aura rose in the gaze we exchanged.
A will not to lose this time.
A determination to shatter him into pieces no matter what.
The clashing blades scraped against each other’s edges, and in the moment they swung with forceful intent, refusing to yield.
“Isn’t that—Jin Gongja?!”
“The Sword Emperor!”
A voice from somewhere pierced through their ears.

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The warriors of the Martial Arts Alliance rushed forward, cutting through the rain.
Before their eyes unfolded an incredible sight.
Flashing sword light, countless clashing blades.
The Sword Emperor Muyong Jungcheon’s blade was so flawless merely to witness it sent shivers down one’s spine, revealing how much further he had grown.
No one present wished to cross swords with him.
Yet who stood against him?
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their footsteps halted at the relentless, violent sounds erupting without pause.
Though they should have rushed forward to aid him, their bodies would not move—because before them stood Jin Cheon-u, holding his ground against the Sword Emperor’s blade, which had grown even more formidable, without being pushed back.
“…This cannot be…!”
Those words spilled from Hwangbo Janghu’s lips.
At the same moment, everyone present nodded in agreement.
Jin Cheon-u did not yield against the Sword Emperor.
Rather, he exchanged blows with him.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Slash!
The swung blades crossed, each cutting at the other, and they each stepped forward, maintaining their distance.
As if both recognized that this would not end unless one of them fell.
And as if both displayed the will to never retreat.
Gulp.
Though they should have rushed in to join the fray, they could not—held back by the martial spirit of warriors who wished to see the conclusion of this impossible battle.
Soon, Muyong Jungcheon’s blade transformed.
The Moyong Family’s unique sword momentum intensified further, and the energy he unleashed was flawless beyond comparison.
The moment such formidable energy was swung—energy that seemed capable of cutting through anything—Jin Cheon-u drew forth his own sword force and swung in kind, as if to meet it head-on.
Boom!
Not a sharp clash of blades, but a shockwave that shook everything erupted.
The earth trembled violently, accompanied by a gale so powerful it made even the standing experts stagger.
Everyone steadied themselves, cold sweat beading on their foreheads.
Yet they remained fixed upon the two, their will evident—not to miss a single moment of the deadly struggle unfolding before their eyes.
With each exchange, the battle grew more intense.
Especially Muyong Jungcheon, who seemed intent on pouring out everything he possessed, drawing upon his full power; and Jin Cheon-u, displaying the will to receive it all, also drew forth his strength.
“…I cannot believe this.”
“Neither can I…”
Gwak Il-cho nodded in agreement with Hwangbo Janghu’s words.
Isn’t this like watching a battle between the Ten Emperors?
If so, does that mean Jin Cheon-u’s abilities are sufficient to ascend to the rank of Emperor?
The moment Gwak Il-cho wore a hollow smile.
Mo Yong-cheon’s sword burned even more fiercely, while Jin Cheon-u’s blade emanated a calm, profound momentum as if containing something unspeakable.
What followed was a sword technique of unbelievable speed.
In that moment when everyone’s eyes widened as if witnessing the ultimate technique of the Moyong Family.
Jin Cheon-u’s sword moved as well.
“…!”
The surging energy subsided in an instant as he took a step forward.
Yet all present realized one truth.
It was rain.
Torrential rain pouring down.
Though undoubtedly human, Jin Cheon-u seemed to fall like rain itself, and in that impossible sight, unable to make a sound, they opened their mouths.
Jin Cheon-u, like fierce raindrops, poured down upon Mo Yong-cheon.
Screeeech-!
The moment the sound pierced through the rain.
Everyone’s eyes widened and their fists clenched.
He was torn apart.
The great existence known as the Sword Emperor Mo Yong-cheon.
His limbs, chest, and abdomen were split into four pieces and plummeted, and finally his severed head fell helplessly to the ground.
That sight was unbelievable even to those who witnessed it with their own eyes.
The Sword Emperor of all under heaven.
The Family Head of the Number One Sword Sect.
One of the Jeongdo Samhwang and an absolute being.
Such a person crumbled in a manner far too tragic.
Thud-
The sound of falling fragments captured their ears, yet no one could turn their gaze toward that place, only staring blankly at Jin Cheon-u standing there.
A being standing in the pouring torrential rain.
He gazed silently at the fragmented Mo Yong-cheon for a moment, then picked up his fallen sword and drove it down once more before the corpse.
As if acknowledging his martial prowess.
Then turning his head to look this way, without another word, he leaped away and departed.
As if he had urgent business elsewhere.
“….”
Yet no one could open their mouths toward the departing Jin Cheon-u. Everything that had unfolded before their eyes, each and every thing they had witnessed, remained deeply embedded in their minds, refusing to fade.
Then, someone’s trembling voice rang out.
“…The Sword Emperor….”
It was not a word directed at the dead.
It was a title for the one standing tall, the new one.

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