The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 347

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The Youngest Son of the Jin Family of Luoyang – Chapter 347

I twisted my body while deflecting the incoming sword.
The heavy blade cut through the air and severed the ground where I had been standing, while the shockwave transformed into sharp wind that scattered in all directions.
I could see that simple evasion wouldn’t suffice, but far more threatening were Do Hwa-ryang and Ha Mukrin.
Their movements to exploit openings were distinctly refined.
Slash!
Ha Mukrin’s short sword, swung with precision, found a gap and tore through my collar.
Without even a moment to catch my breath, Do Hwa-ryang extended a fist laden with tremendous force, and the fist energy that erupted seemed capable of shattering me into pieces.
Witnessing this, I executed the Step technique.
Evading or deflecting their assault would be the inferior approach.
I would meet them head-on.
The moment I drew upon my inner energy, the Qi of Strength gathered on my blade twisted the very air like a fierce flame that could incinerate steel.
I caught sight of their eyes widening in shock as I swung my sword forward.
Boom!
Power collided against power in a direct clash, producing a tremendous sonic boom.
The whirling wind and flying debris sent my robes fluttering, and my body was gradually pushed backward.
“Ugh!?”
The same was true for the three of them.
A tempest so violent that they could not maintain their footing.
Despite channeling such force, they glared with clenched teeth upon seeing me emerge without a single wound.
I gripped my sword again, narrowing my brow.
A fist pierced through the tempest toward me.
The moment I blocked it using the flat of my blade, the fierce momentum caused my legs to drag across the ground as I was pushed back.
Yet this was not the end.
Ha Mukrin, appearing once more without hesitation, began pressing his attack, swinging his short sword rapidly as if unwilling to miss the opportunity.
I sensed a subtle presence and glanced around.
Yu Sahon suddenly emerged between the two of them.
A blade infused with dark demonic energy thrust toward my brow from an unexpected angle.
I stepped forward and smoothly redirected the sword.
Simultaneously, I created distance from Ha Mukrin and Do Hwa-ryang who were attempting to maintain pressure.
“You coward! Running away!”
As the gap widened, harsh words burst from Yu Sahon’s mouth. I watched as they shifted their bodies, preparing to close the distance once more.
This is precarious.
The combined assault of three masters.
Standing at a crossroads between life and death, yet not threatening enough to feel true danger, and yet strong enough in their pressure that it cannot be considered easy.
Boom!
I launched my body to evade the cascading fist energy.
Simultaneously, a short sword thrust forward with vicious intent.
I turned my head to dodge, but couldn’t evade completely—I felt my neck graze slightly against the blade, and the chilling sensation that followed made me immediately create distance and assess the threat.
I deflected Yu Sahon’s sword as it came streaking through the air.
“Ugh!?”
A groan escaped Yu Sahon’s lips as his decisive strike missed.
I kept my eyes on the three figures as they repositioned for another opening, maintaining sharp focus to track their every movement.
Gok Ok’s power wasn’t activating at all.
“….”
Their assault was certainly threatening, but it hadn’t crossed that critical threshold—which meant something specific.
In other words.
Clang—!
Whoosh—!
Against three Powerful Experts representing the Demonic Sect.
Screech—!
I had to fight without Gok Ok’s power.
I tightened my grip on the sword hilt.
In that instant, a fierce momentum erupted as I deflected Yu Sahon’s incoming blade.
Clang—!
With a sharp metallic ring, a smaller sword flew in and cut across my ribs—I felt the blade bite into flesh, and a grim smile spread across my face.
“This brings back old memories.”
Screech—!
I swung my sword leisurely, carving out space between us.
As my blade, flowing like water, cut through the space, Ha Mukrin gasped in alarm and retreated.
Boom—!
She was sent flying helplessly by the concentrated sword wind, and the two remaining men moved to block my path like a vice, unleashing a vicious momentum.
It pours down.
A sensation as though a massive boulder were crushing my entire body.
Do Hwa-ryang’s palm strike came carrying such force.
I cut through it.
“Impossible!”
Do Hwa-ryang gasped as his technique vanished uselessly, while Yu Sahon beside him gritted his teeth harder, channeling a rougher momentum into his blade.
His eyes burned with the determination to succeed this time.
That blazing gaze was a kind of warning.
Whoooosh—!
As if to prove the power concentrated in his sword, a deafening resonance burst forth, assaulting my ears. As he kicked off the ground to unleash it, his figure blurred into afterimages.
But this wasn’t the moment to pursue him.
Ha Mukrin had risen without warning and approached silently.
Her small blade came soundlessly, targeting the back of my neck, while Do Hwa-ryang’s fist drove in sharply from the front, unleashing its power.
Surrounded on all sides.
My back was trapped, fist power came from the front, and with Yu Sahon’s presence vanished, a sharp strike pierced toward the remaining gap between them.
I gave one up.
Whoosh—!
The short blade burrowed deep into my shoulder, yet my momentum never faltered. Rather, as if savoring the moment, I smiled and surged forward with even greater force.
Kwaaaaah—!
As the erupting power seized control of the surroundings, Ha Mukrin’s movements to prepare her next technique froze for just an instant.
I did not miss that moment.
I wove all the flow into my blade and moved with unhurried grace.
As if I had become the wind itself.
Becoming one with it, drifting serenely, then transforming into a fierce tempest that swept across all directions.
Screech—!
“Krraaagh!”
With a savage cry from someone, the three who had been clinging to me tumbled backward. Barely regaining their balance as they rose, they all stared at me with trembling eyes.
“This… this cannot be…!”
“Ugh!”
“How… how is this possible!”
An utterly unbelievable situation.
These were undoubtedly supreme masters representing the Demonic Cult.
How could they easily accept that despite their combined assault, they had not only failed to decide the match but were being pushed back?
I pulled the short blade embedded in my shoulder free.
Gazing once at the blood flowing from the blade’s edge, I smiled and hurled it toward Ha Mukrin, who stood warily before me.
“Take it back.”
“…!?”
She reached out toward the incoming blade, but sensing something amiss, she hastily withdrew her hand and evaded.
Her choice was precise.
The blade flew straight through several trees in a single breath and lodged itself in a boulder—had she tried to catch it, Ha Mukrin would have met the same fate.
At that sight, Yu Sahon broke into a cold sweat and ground his teeth.
“Dammit! Where in the heavens did such a monster come from…!”
“How he was raised, I cannot say with certainty, but one thing seems clear. The Sect Leader sent him deliberately.”
Reputation and numbers.
Considering such factors, victory in this situation should have naturally belonged to them. They too had entered this battle with such thoughts, yet they seemed bewildered by the entirely different outcome.
Yu Sahon exchanged glances with his companions and gripped his blade firmly once more, drawing up his energy.
I paused, observing this, then turned my gaze elsewhere.
The Black Demon Squad led by Goh Ak-sang remained locked in fierce combat, yet despite their small numbers, they proved themselves a strike force representing the Demonic Cult, gradually tilting the scales in their favor.
If that was the case, I could not afford to delay here either.
I slowly raised my blade and steadied my breathing.
Sharpening my senses, I once again grasped the presence of the three.
Whether they recognized that prolonging this would be disadvantageous, the fact that they all unleashed their ultimate power made it clear they intended to end this with their next move.
The demonic energy they radiated seized control of all directions.
“Brat! The games end here!”
Yu Sahon, gripping a blade wreathed in demonic energy, blazed with intensity.
As if to prove this would be no simple matter, the power of the other two also swelled endlessly—if I failed to block it properly, not even a corpse would remain.
“Haa—”
I steadied my breathing and released my momentum.
A crushing pressure that seemed to compress and shatter my entire body.
I felt a force that pricked my skin sharply enough to raise goosebumps, yet strangely, I harbored no sense of unease.
Whooom—!
I poured forth an even stronger aura as I contemplated.
What surfaced in my mind was Mu Heo’s dance.
His form, transformed into wind, shimmered before my eyes.
However, that was not the wind I sought.
Saaaa—
Then, the wind blew.
A wind of peculiar gentleness.
The moment it brushed lightly around me, I narrowed my eyes and began to move deliberately.

Goh Ak-sang was the leader of the Black Horse Brigade.
Knowing better than anyone that the brigade would crumble the moment he wavered, he strived in every circumstance to conceal such weakness.
This was the result.
Blades rained from all directions, targeting the Black Horse Brigade, yet aside from those bearing injuries, he had lost no subordinates.
Rather, those overwhelmed by his momentum fell one by one, their numbers dwindling, and he was certain he would soon be able to clear the field.
Screech!
Confidence in victory brought a gleam of ease to his eyes.
Supporting his subordinates’ rear firmly and riding the momentum, his opponents crumbled utterly helpless, reaching a state where they could offer no further resistance.
“What is this—!”
Then, a voice reached Goh Ak-sang’s ears.
Turning his gaze, he saw the familiar figure of a woman.
Hyeon Biwol, the wife of Nam Tae-cheon.
Was she the one counted among those capable of interpreting the Extreme Horse Technique?
Goh Ak-sang curled his lips into a dark smile and stepped forward.
“—!”
The moment Hyeon Biwol’s complexion turned ashen at the sudden turn of events, her bodyguards stepped forward to block Goh Ak-sang.
However, they were woefully insufficient to withstand the leader’s blade.
Screech-screech-screech—!
A blade utterly devoid of mercy.
As those slaughtered without restraint fell in pieces, Hyeon Biwol’s complexion grew ever more pallid, until finally all color drained from her face, leaving her ashen as death itself.
As if she had become a corpse.
Goh Ak-sang laughed.
“This is what befalls one who harbors improper thoughts toward the Sect Leader.”
“—!”
The moment those words left his lips, he swung his blade.
With a brilliant flash, the extended sword severed her neck in a single motion.
Hyeon Biwol didn’t seem to notice the thin line passing across her neck, and she fumbled with both hands, touching that spot.
In that moment, her head tilted and fell to the ground.
Shhhhwaaack—!
As the body without a head collapsed, spraying blood everywhere, Goh Ak-sang finally caught his breath, shook the blood from his hands, and turned his gaze away.
“Eliminate them all!”
Hyeon Biwol, who had been holding these people together, was dead.
Moreover, Yu Sahon and the others were merely restrained by a single person, unable to move an inch, so dispatching these demoralized fighters was easier than eating cold porridge.
Goh Ak-sang’s eyes, which held an exceedingly dark smile, finally turned toward Cheon.
“…!?”
In that instant.
Goh Ak-sang witnessed something strange.
Three people emanating an ominous aura.
Yu Sahon, Do Hwa-ryang, and Ha Mukrin.
Those who could be called Powerful Experts representing the Demonic Sect were raising their inner energy to its peak with desperate intensity.
The aura felt so overwhelming that it seemed like an awl piercing through flesh.
“Heavenly Warrior!”
Goh Ak-sang hurled himself forward.
Could a single person withstand such power?
It would be impossible unless they were among the Ten Sovereigns.
He was certain that upon impact, not even a corpse would be found.
Thus, he tried to rush forward to offer whatever help he could.
But then….
“What, what is…?”
Goh Ak-sang, who had been rushing forward, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Something was wrong.
Cheon was clearly watching the three people charging at him, yet he didn’t move, and instead even suppressed his surging energy and relaxed his stance.
As if he had abandoned life itself.
Yet, that wasn’t it.
“…!”
‘Cheon’ took a single step forward.
Even watching it with his own eyes, Goh Ak-sang couldn’t comprehend what happened. With just one step, ‘Cheon’ was suddenly behind the three of them.
Soon, a wind blew forth.
Saaaaaah—
A wind that somehow warmed the heart with its gentleness.
Even the three people who had charged at ‘Cheon’ wore bewildered expressions at this strange wind, unaware that their own auras were being dispersed.
In that moment.
Shhhhwaaaaaack—!
The gentle wind transformed into a blood wind accompanied by a biting chill, sweeping forward with devastating force.

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