The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 52

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 52

I watched as Moyong Hyeok’s brow furrowed at the alias “Pyohyeong Sword.” He was clearly searching through the countless masters in his mind, trying to place the name—though it could never be found.
As expected, not just his brow but his eyes narrowed as well.
It was merely a phantom name, conjured from nothing.
Doubt lingered unmistakably across Moyong Hyeok’s features.
But I offered no explanation.
Even speaking felt precarious.
A martial artist of Moyong Hyeok’s caliber could discern a person not only by physique but by voice alone.
I had to conceal everything that might expose me.
Then.
I saw the tip of Moyong Hyeok’s blade tremble slightly.
Unable to determine who I was or even gauge my capabilities, he intended to move directly and judge for himself.
The moment his sword extended, he lunged forward, closing the distance in a heartbeat as the blade sliced toward my face.
Screech!
I sidestepped as my mask scraped against the steel.
Simultaneously, I drove inward and unleashed a fist.
Thud!
But Moyong Hyeok simply raised his knee to block my strike, then pushed off the ground and swung his sword toward my neck—which I deflected by retreating and flicking it aside.
Clang!
The sharp metallic ring echoed in my ears as I traced the sword’s successive movements with my eyes, adjusting my footwork accordingly.
Whisper—clang clang clang!
I evaded, swung, blocked, and counterattacked.
Moyong Hyeok’s sword was unmistakably probing, seeking to understand me.
Of course, unlike an opponent who knew nothing of me, I had already seen through him completely.
“Ugh?!”
His reconnaissance proved meaningless as my blade pressed with a ferocity and rawness incomparable to his own, deliberately targeting every opening.
Screech screech!
The grazing steel tore through his garment, drawing blood.
Shallow though it was, it was undeniably a flawless exploitation of his vulnerability.
Seeing him falter and retreat half a step, I unleashed sword qi and pressed forward with relentless force.
Clang clang clang clang!
A barrage of brutal attacks poured forth without mercy.
No matter how exceptional Moyong Hyeok’s talent or how formidable his skill, perfectly evading a blade that continuously hunted for openings was extraordinarily difficult.
Dismay crept into Moyong Hyeok’s expression.
His eyes denied the reality before him, yet as time passed, the situation became increasingly undeniable.
“Danju!”
Then.
The Changryongdan members suppressing the Black Crow Society moved. Their eyes too betrayed disbelief.
After all, Moyong Hyeok, none other than the supreme master of the martial world, would never have imagined being pushed back by the likes of the Black Crow Society.
Several of them deployed their lightness technique, closing the distance rapidly.
Swoosh!
“Ugh!”
I lightly slashed Moyong Hyeok’s chest and retreated.
As blood sprayed, a spear thrust through the gap with vicious intent. But failing to find its mark and cutting through empty air as expected, I extended my leg and swept it across his abdomen.
Boom!
“Gasp!”
The opponent who took the blow to his abdomen doubled over like a shrimp.
Without missing that moment, I used the hilt of my sword to strike the back of his neck.
Thud!
As the man’s pupils trembled and he collapsed pathetically, other Changryongdan members finally appeared and wielded their blades fiercely.
Slash!
I instantly retreated backward, creating distance.
Four Changryongdan members stood protectively over their fallen comrade and Moyong Hyeok, their gazes fixed on me with wariness.
“Guild Leader, are you unharmed?”
“…I’m fine.”
“The opponent’s skill is formidable. We should combine our strength here.”
The moment those words reached his ears, Moyong Hyeok’s face flushed crimson. The shame of being cut by the Black Crow Society, and worse—having to resort to a combined assault because he couldn’t defeat such an opponent.
For Moyong Hyeok, it could only be humiliating.
I smiled with amusement, slung my sword over my shoulder, and provocatively wiggled my fingers at him.
In that instant, the Changryongdan members’ eyes turned cold, while Moyong Hyeok began burning like an active volcano.
Five in total—Moyong Hyeok and four Changryongdan members.
They appeared reasonably skilled, but nothing particularly impressive. And the greatest threat among them, Moyong Hyeok, was now rendered nearly helpless.
For them to pose a real threat to me in this situation, they would need Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo to join as well.
“Damn it… I won’t underestimate you anymore.”
Then, Moyong Hyeok pushed past the Changryongdan members blocking his path and stepped forward. His eyes burned with considerable resentment.
The gaze of the man holding the sword had changed.
A sharpness as if cutting with a blade.
The atmosphere was distinctly different from moments before.
Feeling that shift, I found myself smiling.
Whether then or now, this man’s pride was truly remarkable.
I gripped my sword again with an air of complete composure and took in my opponents.
Soon after, I spoke with a heavy tone, barely concealing my voice.
“Come at me with everything you have. Brats.”
“What?!”
At those words, Moyong Hyeok burned even hotter.
He pushed off the ground and closed the distance once more.
“Guild Leader!”
One of the startled Changryongdan members cried out. In a situation where a Powerful Expert held overwhelming superiority, rushing in recklessly was nothing short of foolish.
Clang—!
In that instant, I caught Moyong Hyeok’s blade lightly as it swung toward me.
I didn’t deflect it.
Instead, sword met sword, producing a sharp, metallic screech.
Feeling Moyong Hyeok pour all his strength into pushing me back, I retreated smoothly, only for the blades of Changryongdan Members who had rushed in to descend from above and below.
They were denying me any space to escape.
I stretched my foot slightly to step on the blade coming from below, then lowered my head gently and thrust my sword forward.
Moyong Hyeok, who had been approaching to swing his blade, couldn’t complete the motion and retreated. The moment I confirmed this, I withdrew my sword and moved it toward the two opponents who had clung to me.
The movement flowed as naturally as water.
Crack!
“Ugh!”
“Argh!”
The forms of the two who had spewed blood collapsed.
Seeing the eyes of the other two widen in shock, I immediately stepped forward with swift footwork, closing the distance rapidly.
Snap—!
I extended my leg for a strike to the jaw, then seized the opponent’s back and slashed across it, before pivoting my blade to pierce the chest of the one beside him.
“Hack!”
Two more fell.
That made five. Only Moyong Hyeok remained.
When I turned my gaze, I saw the opponent gritting his teeth.
Moyong Hyeok, who had drawn close in an instant, had bloodshot eyes.
“You—!”
His cry rang out sharply, laden with anguish.
But it wasn’t because his companions had fallen.
It was shame and wretchedness, a pride and dignity that had been broken and trampled.
His blade moved with sudden speed.
It was the Moyong Family’s ultimate technique—the Radiant Cloud-Splitting Sword.
Just as the saying that it was swordsmanship perfected to its extreme wasn’t entirely wrong, it arrived faster than light could even flicker before my eyes.
Even now, it was the sword technique Moyong Hyeok was most confident in, the very technique that had made him who he was today.
And…
I had been waiting for this.

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“What… what in the world is happening?”
“I’m not entirely sure myself.”
Kang Chan-sak and Yeom Ga couldn’t properly comprehend the situation unfolding before their eyes. Pyo Hyeong-geom, who should never have existed, had appeared and was now exchanging blows with Moyong Hyeok.
It wasn’t merely an exchange.
He was overwhelming them.
Despite facing five opponents including Moyong Hyeok, he showed not a single sign of being pushed back—instead, he toyed with them and mocked their efforts.
To anyone watching, it made no sense whatsoever.
“Could it be… that the heavens are saving me? Have they sent down a savior?”
“Stop spouting nonsense. More importantly, are you alright? Can you move?”
At Yeom Ga’s sharp rebuke, Kang Chan-sak finally came to his senses.
Though his shoulder had been pierced and movement was difficult, with enough willpower, escaping seemed entirely manageable.
Kang Chan-sak gritted his teeth and pushed himself to his feet.
He confirmed that the bound bundle hadn’t disappeared, then nodded toward Yeom Ga.
“Then…”
“Let’s go!”
Questions remained about who Pyo Hyeong-geom truly was, but one thing was certain—he was saving them in this moment.
There was no reason to hesitate.
They had to flee.
Though his subordinates were still fiercely resisting the Changryongdan members, their numbers had dwindled considerably, and some were already escaping.
There was no need for guilt.
In this harsh world, one had to survive on their own.
Kang Chan-sak moved forward with Yeom Ga’s support.
If they followed the path toward the village and traveled a bit further, they would find a route leading into Heterodox Sect Territory. If they could just cross those mountains, they might live.
Clinging to this fragile hope, they left the area.
“Huff, huff… Damn it, I think I’ll die before we even get there.”
“Ha, ha… We still have to go. Once we find a place to hide, I can at least provide basic first aid.”
“Huff, if I die, you’re the next leader of the Black Crow Society. You know that, right?”
“Are you joking? What good is a ruined Black Crow Society?”
At Yeom Ga’s frown, Kang Chan-sak offered a bitter smile. Still, it was something he’d built over a lifetime, so the word “ruined” didn’t sit easily with him.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Then.
A strange sound came from somewhere.
Yeom Ga and Kang Chan-sak turned their heads toward the sound and saw something flying toward them.
Something massive.
It weaved perfectly between the trees as it flew, drawing ever closer until they could finally see it clearly.
A dao blade?
Splinter—!
By the time they recognized it as a dao, it was already too late.
The flying blade bisected both Kang Chan-sak and Yeom Ga’s bodies before embedding itself in the ground.
“Perfect!”
“Hehe— how magnificent. That was a perfect Whirlwind Blade technique.”
The ones who appeared were none other than Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo.
They had quickly cleared the village and climbed the mountain to rendezvous with Moyong Hyeok.
Paeng Dohan stopped before the bisected corpses, regarding them with indifference before grasping the blade embedded in the ground and breaking into a grin.
“What are these fools doing?”
“Who knows? Probably just fleeing members of the Black Crow Society. Anyway, let’s hurry. I can practically hear Danju nagging us about not helping with the cleanup.”
“Ah… I see.”
Paeng Dohan nodded and moved with urgency.
The other Suppression Squad members following behind were considerably far back, having sustained various wounds while clearing the village.
This allowed the two of them to move ahead.
Thus, Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo accelerated their pace.
They simply had to follow the traces of the fallen. Since it wasn’t particularly difficult, they soon arrived where the Changryongdan members were.
However, something felt wrong.
Clang—!
Contrary to what they expected—that the situation would already be resolved—the sounds of clashing blades continued to ring out from the surroundings.
Moreover, the number of Black Crow Society members was considerable.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Help me!”
Some were fleeing, while others wielded their blades with the resolve of the doomed.
Because of this, a considerable melee had erupted, which is why they hadn’t yet finished mopping up.
The moment Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo furrowed their brows.
Kaaaaang—!
A violent clash of blades rang out once more.
They quickly turned their heads.
In that instant, an unbelievable sight entered their vision.
“Hah, hah… hah….”
Moyong Hyeok, exhausted and worn.
His body bore numerous sword wounds.
It was hard to believe this was the usually composed Moyong Hyeok, the one who never wavered regardless of circumstance—his appearance was utterly pathetic.
But the greater problem was.
Five Changryongdan members lay sprawled lifelessly around the man standing before Moyong Hyeok, not even twitching.
“What…?”
“What in the world….”
Paeng Dohan and Eon Garyeo couldn’t close their mouths at the unbelievable situation.
Grk—
In that moment, Moyong Hyeok clenched his teeth once more.
Revealing his momentum, he hurled himself toward his opponent.

Flash-Splitting Cloud Sword.

I watched as Moyong Hyeok’s signature technique extended at an astonishing velocity.
If that connects—!
Paeng Dohan’s eyes widened as he took in Moyong Hyeok’s Flash Cloud Sword technique, his fists clenching involuntarily as anticipation surged through him.
But then.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Crash—!
The man moved his sword with fluid ease, deflecting every strike effortlessly.
Each motion was economical, devoid of wasted movement.
As if he had already read through Moyong Hyeok’s entire swordsmanship, he shattered each technique with minimal force—an impossibly refined level of skill.
Then, with perfect control, he redirected all that momentum away.
Screech—!
“Hyeok—!”
Paeng Dohan’s cry of alarm pierced the air.

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