The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 39

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 100

“Gaaaahhhhh—!”
Yeom Ji-hak screamed in agony, clutching his left eye as he staggered backward.
Blood streamed from beneath his hand—the blade had clearly penetrated far deeper than I had anticipated.
Soon, the thrashing Yeom Ji-hak ceased all movement.
Slowly, he lowered his hand from his eye and stared at it.
His palm, drenched in crimson.
Along with it came the searing pain.
Understanding the gravity of his situation, Yeom Ji-hak’s head turned slowly toward me.
I saw it.
One of his eyes was completely destroyed.
Crack—!
His remaining eye blazed blood-red with fury, his teeth grinding as he reached out his hand.
Whoosh—
A sword scattered across the floor flew into his grasp.
“I’ll kill you—!”
There was no time to do anything.
The moment the words left his lips, his figure vanished.
Zing—!
The scene flashed before my eyes for an instant, but there was no way to evade it.
Yeom Ji-hak’s explosive movements transcended imagination—so swift that even anticipation became meaningless.
Slash—!
My chest was torn open, and blood erupted.
The only mercy was that I had miraculously retreated half a step.
But it was far from over.
Yeom Ji-hak’s blade came at me again.
Clang—!
The sharp metallic ring was accompanied by a terrifying force.
As if I had collided not with a sword, but with a massive axe or a heavy iron chain whip.
My body was lifted into the air.
Crash—!
I smashed through a sturdy wall and tumbled across the ground.
“Cough—!”
As I coughed blood and tried to regain my senses, Yeom Ji-hak’s leg strike came at me without mercy.
Thud—!
My jaw took the blow, and my body flew upward.
But it did not end there.
It was Yeom Ji-hak’s momentum.
Crash—!
The impact felt as though every bone and muscle in my body would shatter into fragments.
Simultaneously, my body was sent flying and crashed down somewhere else.
I tumbled across the ground countless times before finally coming to a stop.
Tremor, tremor—
My body shook, and strength refused to return to my limbs.
Yet somehow, I forced myself to rise and turned my head.
The figures of many people came into view.
From the embroidered insignia of the Chohyeon Sega adorning their garments, it seemed they had been sent flying quite a distance.
“I will kill you most painfully. I will sever your limbs and cast you into a pig pen. Die slowly as you are devoured!”
At that moment, Yeom Ji-hak’s voice, still seething with rage, reached my ears.
I barely managed to turn my gaze toward him, and I could see the sharp, gleaming edge of his blade and the fierce light in his eyes.
Without thinking, I let out a bitter laugh.
“With one eye missing, you look even more impressive. Shall I gouge out the other one as well?”
“…You bastard—!”
My composed words poured fuel on the flames of Yeom Ji-hak’s fury.
Boom—!
An explosive surge of power oppressed everything around us.
Even the warriors of the Chohyeon Sega who stood watching trembled and nearly collapsed.
Not a single person dared to speak.
This was the true power of one of the Twelve Angles.
I gripped my sword tightly and forced myself to stand.
But my body had no strength left.
No matter how hard I tried to steady my sword hand, it trembled uncontrollably, my vision wavered before my eyes, and I could barely maintain my balance.
My body had already exceeded its limits.
To the point where even a single step or a single sword swing was impossible.
Yet I could not simply accept death, could I?
I steadied my breathing and somehow wrung out whatever strength remained.
Yeom Ji-hak approached me slowly, watching my struggle.
And the moment his sword was raised once more—
Crack—!
With a sudden sound, Yeom Ji-hak’s body was sent flying toward a pavilion.
Crash, bang, bang—!
The pavilion shattered and trembled with an unbelievable sound.
Everyone gasped and widened their eyes in shock.
“Hahahaha! What’s this? The bastard’s still alive?”
Masked Gu Gunbaek glanced at me with a hearty laugh, then quickly turned his gaze toward where Yeom Ji-hak lay.
From within the rubble, he stirred and rose to his feet.
Yeom Ji-hak, spitting out the blood he had held in his mouth, no longer directed his gaze toward me—his eyes were fixed solely on Gu Gunbaek.
He was sensing it instinctively.
A formidable opponent had appeared.
“Are you also one of Gwanbaek’s people?”
“What? I don’t care about that—come at me!”
As if he’d finally encountered a worthy adversary, Gu Gunbaek grinned widely and swept his palm through the air.
In an instant, the ground cracked and a gale of wind hurtled toward Yeom Ji-hak.
“Aaahhhhh!”
“…What is this!”
Boom-boom-crash!
The members of the Chohyeon Clan caught in its wake screamed and flew backward.
Yet Yeom Ji-hak evaded lightly and charged forward.
The moment he thrust his blade toward Gu Gunbaek, Gu Gunbaek met him with a fist, swinging with equal ferocity.
Boom-boom-boom!
Their raw power collided brutally.
A wind that could only be described as a typhoon swept across the area.
Then came another clash!
Boom!
Ignoring the power of his blade entirely, Gu Gunbaek threw his fist forward, and Yeom Ji-hak retreated with a look of despair.
But distance meant nothing.
Gu Gunbaek kicked at something.
It flew like an arrow and struck Yeom Ji-hak’s abdomen; before his cry of pain could even escape, Gu Gunbaek closed the distance, seized his flying opponent’s ankle, and slammed him into the ground.
Crash-crash-crash-crash!
“Hah—hahahaha!”
“Gahhh!”
The sight of him beating Yeom Ji-hak like a washboard was so abnormal that I found myself momentarily at a loss for words.
I swallowed hard without thinking.
“Young Master!”
It was then that I heard a familiar voice.
Turning my head with difficulty, the masked Jang Chuchyeong rushed toward me urgently.
His eyes trembled as he took in my appearance.
I pressed my hand against his mouth before he could say anything, and leaned my body against him with effort.
“Let’s go. Hurry. My condition isn’t good.”
“Ah, understood!”

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“Kuh?!”
Whoosh—!
I barely managed to block the opponent’s fist, but a searing pain shot through my joints as if they might shatter.
Watching myself slide backward, I realized the opponent’s power was in no way inferior to my own.
I gritted my teeth and stared at the figure before me.
Unlike me, who was defending with all my strength, the masked stranger’s eyes gleamed with amusement.
There was no sense of genuine effort whatsoever.
As if, despite facing one of the Twelve Angles, they weren’t revealing their true power.
That struck at Yeom Ji-hak’s pride.
Ching—!
I wielded my blade with ferocity, targeting the figure rushing toward me.
The sword energy shot forth at blinding speed.
Boom—!
But the opponent’s movements were even faster.
Like a beast, they kicked off the ground in all directions, closing the distance in an instant until they were right before my eyes.
“What’s wrong? Put more power into it!”
Whoosh—!
I twisted my body to evade the fist flying toward my face.
But I couldn’t truly call it an evasion.
Like a sword changing its trajectory mid-strike, the fist’s impact point shifted, and suddenly it burrowed toward my shoulder with crushing force.
“Gah!”
Crash!
My body flew limply and slammed into a pavilion wall.
After crashing through walls and furnishings multiple times, I quickly gathered my wits and looked ahead.
In that instant, I saw it.
Fist energy brimming with terrifying power.
Not just one—but a dozen of them.
“Damn!”
Boom-boom-boom-boom—!
Even as I drew upon my protective energy to block the assault, I couldn’t help but gasp as my body continued sliding backward.
The force spread in all directions.
‘They won’t give me a moment to act.’
Martial arts inherently contain small gaps between movements. No matter how relentlessly one strikes, preparation for the next move is necessary.
But this person was different.
Like a wild beast, they continuously unleashed fists and kicks in relentless pressure, filling every emerging gap with entirely different methods.
By hurling objects, for instance.
Normally, this would be called crude.
But it was undeniably effective.
I gritted my teeth, staring at the figure before me.
The masked stranger walked toward me with heavy steps, their presence as chilling as standing face-to-face with death itself.
Look at him.
An enormous frame and muscles that seemed ready to burst through his clothing.
The way he approached with clenched fists was nothing short of overwhelming.
Yeom Ji-hak furrowed his brow.
Already having lost one eye, his vision was far from complete.
This was no time to be fighting for his life.
Just as he attempted to retreat.
“Running away?”
“…!”
A chilling voice reached his ears.
The Masked Man stood before him.
With each blink of his eye, the opponent’s figure drew closer, until he was nearly within arm’s reach.
Drip—
Yeom Ji-hak felt cold sweat trickling down as he steadied his breathing.
Frustrating as it was, he had to retreat now.
With a body in this condition, victory was impossible.
Whistle—!
The moment he gave a light whistle and stepped back, the Blood Demon Troop Members waiting on all sides rushed toward the Masked Man.
Without sparing even their own lives.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—!
With each punch extended, one more fell.
Corpses so thoroughly crushed that no human form remained began scattering across the surroundings.
The Blood Demon Troop was said to possess considerable skill even within the Sect, yet witnessing such warriors become corpses in the blink of an eye was nothing short of horrifying.
It was fine.
Their sacrifice had bought him time to escape.
Yeom Ji-hak confirmed the situation, turned his head, and threw his body forward. Unleashing his full lightness technique, the distance between them rapidly expanded.
“One— Two!”
Then.
A strange sound suddenly rang out.
He turned his head urgently to look back.
The Masked Man was gripping something and taking a stance. Soon he aimed it toward me and hurled it.
“Three—!”
Boom—!
An enormous sound.
The sharp sound of air being torn apart caused his eardrums to throb with pain, and all sound became muffled.
Then.
Splurt—!
“Gah—!”
A stone the size of a fist embedded itself deep into his abdomen.
Had he not been protected by his inner energy, it would have pierced straight through.
As Yeom Ji-hak’s body fell helplessly toward the ground while executing his lightness technique, the Masked Man’s fist swung forth as if he had been waiting for precisely this moment.
What came hurtling through the air, laden with fierce gales, was unmistakably a fist technique of supreme power.
Creating an enormous sphere of energy as it shot forward, it tore through not only the ground but the entire halls of the Chohyeon Sega without losing momentum, hurtling toward its target.
Yeom Ji-hak’s eyes widened in shock.
Boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-crash!

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The completely devastated place—was it truly where the Chohyeon Sega’s manor had once stood? The sight was so utterly ruined that such doubt arose.
Though it had been called the pinnacle of the Anhui martial world, not a single soul stood there now.
All that remained were the charred remnants of timber bearing witness to the manor’s former existence, corpses presumed to be human, and the thick stench of blood.
“Phew—.”
Standing alone in that desolate place, Gu Gunbaek’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he slowly moved his body, seemingly delighted by something.
Then, confirming the location of the one who had fled, he headed in that direction.
He should have found the wretch crushed into a pulp nearby, but searching the surroundings revealed no trace.
Yet it was certain the wretch had been close by.
The bloodstains scattered about proved it.
“The bastard escaped!”
Gu Gunbaek clicked his tongue in frustration.
He had intended to obliterate him completely and naturally had no intention of letting him slip away.
Revenge for Jin Cheon-u?
That was not it.
He simply did not wish to end his clash with a formidable opponent he had encountered after so long in such an ambiguous manner with the other’s escape.
Yet the opponent’s capabilities seemed to exceed his expectations.
“To escape after taking that blow! Hahaha! Is this madman insane?”
Thinking of the wretch from moments before, Gu Gunbaek found himself at a loss.
Surely, he must have fallen into a state akin to being on death’s door.
Yet despite that, he had endured through tremendous willpower and moved his body.
Though an enemy, he deserved praise.
Gu Gunbaek grinned wickedly and shouted.
“Let’s meet again next time! Then prepare yourself to die. Ahahahahaha!”
His voice echoed across all directions.

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