The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 6

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 67

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Crack! Crunch! Crunch!
Masked, Yang Jachun stared at the scene unfolding before him, rendered speechless.
He was not alone in this.
Not a single warrior from the Sega dared to step forward, all of them frozen in place.
They feared that if they took even one step into that maelstrom to offer aid, they would be caught in the path of those fists that obliterated a person with a single blow.
Crunch! Crunch!
“I really—!”
Crack!
“Can’t live like this, I can’t!”
Boom! Crash!

Boundless rampage—

Gu Gunbaek literally swept across all directions, unleashing fists and kicks in every angle.
Each blow was a lethal strike that claimed life. Most who took even one of those strikes would lose all form.
Whether it was their face or their body.
Their martial prowess meant nothing to Gu Gunbaek.
What did he care about squad leaders or squad members?
They fell with a single blow.
“My disciple, the one I took under my wing, disgraced me like this!”
Crack! Splinter!
“This damned fox! Dumped all the tedious work on me while he took the prize for himself!”
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“What do you think I am? You bastards!”
Crack! Crunch!
No one could withstand those fists that roared with such ferocity with each swing.
Though they had endured grueling training until now, from the moment Gu Gunbaek appeared, all of it became meaningless.
Because no one could survive a single punch from him.
The pile of corpses continued to grow.
It was a perfect display of one-sided slaughter, yet even in this overwhelming situation, the enemy did not flee but continued to attack relentlessly.
Even knowing they could not win, they swung their blades.
Because it was an order.
It was as if loneliness dwelled in their minds, driving them toward death for the sake of survival.
Crack! Crunch! Crunch!
In a brief moment, as the remaining ones became mangled lumps of flesh scattered across the ground, Gu Gunbaek’s movements finally ceased.
Covered head to toe in blood.
Standing motionless.
Merely gazing upon those eyes, which gleamed with a bestial light, stirred an overwhelming urge to bow one’s head in submission.
He was none other than the Demon King.
One of the figures who moved the current Central Plains.
Within the Sega, I had only ever witnessed him drinking and beating people senseless, so I could not truly grasp his nature—but now I was acutely aware that he was a being beyond even daring to approach.
The disciple of such a Demon King was Jang Chuchyeong?
Yang Jachun swallowed hard as he gazed down at the fallen Jang Chuchyeong.
I could feel the body of the one struck down by the blade trembling faintly.
I couldn’t understand why this unconscious wretch was drenched in cold sweat.
“Ah—forget it! I’ve done my part. The rest is up to you lot. Damn it, I need to go drink.”
“…Are you leaving, sir?”
“Yeah, I’ve earned my keep at this point, haven’t I?”
“I… suppose so.”
“Good. Now, you—take off your clothes.”
“My clothes?”
“What, you expect me to go back like this? You’re the only one here who looks presentable. Were you watching the fight or fighting? You bastard.”
At those crude words, Yang Jachun laughed and began removing his garments.
In an instant, left in only undergarments, Gu Gunbaek shamelessly took those clothes and put them on, then casually threw his own blood-soaked garments at Yang Jachun as if to say wear these.
Then he gazed down at Jang Chuchyeong, who was drenched in cold sweat.
“You wake up, you’re dead.”
“…!”
“If you want to live, keep your eyes closed until my anger subsides. The moment I catch them open, I’ll tear you to shreds.”
Gu Gunbaek, having left those words behind, began descending the mountain with a shuffle.
And so, silence—
In an instant, the surroundings became deathly quiet.
No one dared to open their mouths, merely gazing down at Jang Chuchyeong.
His sweat had already soaked through.
His eyes twitched, as if he were deeply deliberating whether to open them or keep them shut.
“Cough!”
And then one person.
Yang Jachun, bare-chested, coughed and stared at the blood-soaked clothes on the ground.
As if pondering whether he should put them on or not.

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At some point, the violent pounding ceased.
It seemed Gu Gunbaek’s fists had finally grown tired.
No doubt he’d grown bored with his furious beating and wandered off to drink instead.
Of course, this fell within my expectations.
I had never intended to rely entirely on him.
With the situation somewhat contained, capturing the remaining Yeongsal Corps members whose morale had crumbled would be more than sufficient with just Yang Jachun and the Sega warriors.
The problem was here.
Hu Yeom’s sudden movement had altered the situation.
I stepped back slightly and observed Hu Yeom.
His shoulder, which had been pierced through, was hastily wrapped in crude muslin cloth—whether from a rushed treatment or deliberate concealment, I couldn’t say.
As long as he endured the pain, his hands remained fully functional.
His gaze never wavered from me, his resolve unchanged—to kill me swiftly and escape without hindrance.
His expression burned with fierce determination, his eyes reflecting a readiness to embrace death.
I could sense his unwavering will to sacrifice his own life if it meant saving Sa Gong-chun, willing to take me down at any cost.
Then, Sa Gong-chun’s displeased voice reached my ears.
“Do you not trust me?”
“No, sir.”
Hu Yeom shook his head.
He possessed absolute faith and trust in Sa Gong-chun.
Yet he seemed to view the current situation as separate from that trust—was that it?
Either way, it was not favorable.
Of course, compared to Sa Gong-chun, who possessed overwhelming power, Deputy Leader Hu Yeom’s skills fell considerably short.
But that was only in comparison to Sa Gong-chun.
His abilities were nonetheless befitting of his position as Deputy Leader.
Even with his shoulder wound, he remained a formidable opponent not to be underestimated.
Based on Sa Gong-chun’s temperament from our past encounters, I had judged a joint attack impossible, yet now it seemed otherwise.
After observing Hu Yeom, who had defied orders to join forces, Sa Gong-chun let out a soft chuckle and turned his attention back to me.
Was he choosing pragmatism over a warrior’s pride?
“Seems you have no pride at all.”
I provoked him slightly.
“Pride? Ha, of course I do. But I don’t think this is the moment to flaunt it. You would’ve done the same in my position.”
I nodded calmly at Sa Gong-chun’s words.
His manner of speech and the situation differed from his past self.
I remembered Sa Gong-chun as always confident, but that arrogance had stemmed from always holding the upper hand.
Moreover, Gu Gunbaek was here.
He couldn’t judge himself capable of defeating him outright, so he needed to escape as quickly as possible.
After all, one can only display pride if one survives to do so.
I nodded and observed the two of them intently.
Sa Gong-chun’s smiling expression turned serious, and his aura spread outward. Whether he intended to go all out from the start, an enormous force erupted without mercy.
I felt the crushing pressure and oppression bearing down on my entire body, narrowing my eyes to slits.
Whoosh—!
The moment Sa Gong-chun’s figure vanished.
He materialized before my eyes and swung his blade.
Crash—!
The sword, infused with overwhelming internal force, erupted with power.
A massive crater tore open where I had been standing, dirt and dust scattering violently.
Had I not thrown myself clear with speed, I would have been shredded without question.
Then.
As I glanced sideways and lifted my head, Hu Yeom’s blade grazed past my neck.
Thud!
Regaining balance swiftly, I extended my left hand and struck at Hu Yeom’s abdomen.
“Ugh!”
With a pained groan, Hu Yeom was driven backward in a tumble.
Seizing that opening to end his life in one breath, Sa Gong-chun’s blade arrived faster, cutting off my path.
Clang—clang-clang!
Blocking his sword and retreating, Hu Yeom immediately charged forward again, swinging his blade.
As Hu Yeom’s relentless assault came in waves, what truly grated on my nerves was none other than Sa Gong-chun.
I couldn’t see him.
Because he was the most threatening here, I should have kept him locked in my senses, but I lost him for a moment in Hu Yeom’s onslaught.
As I constantly sharpened my awareness, searching for Sa Gong-chun.
Zing—!
A sudden headache came, and a strange vision materialized.
A gleaming blade flying toward my back from an unpredictable angle.
His sword piercing through my back and slashing horizontally.
Enduring the sharp pain hammering my head, I spun around urgently.
“…!”
In that instant, Sa Gong-chun’s blade came flying at my back.
I tried to twist my body and deflect the sword, but his movement was just slightly faster.
Squelch—!
The blade pierced into my abdomen.
The vivid sensation of the blade was something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Fortunately, I managed to respond somewhat, so it wasn’t deep.
As Sa Gong-chun tried to slash horizontally across my abdomen, I moved faster and kicked him away.
Boom—
“Hck?!”
As I kicked and retreated, I felt the cold sensation of the blade being pulled free with a sharp sound.
Enduring the pain and regaining my balance, Hu Yeom charged in as if he had been waiting.
Intent on giving me no moment to rest.
Looking at him, a laugh escaped me unbidden.
This sensation—it had truly been a long time.
The feeling from back then, when I wielded a blade with death always at my side.
Clang-clang-clang!
Hu Yeom unleashed another barrage of attacks.
So intent on creating openings for Sa Gong-chun that his desperation was plain to see, he pressed forward relentlessly against me, ignoring even the pain radiating from his shoulder.
Sa Gong-chun seized that moment to move once more.
Unlike before, I tracked his movements with my eyes while deflecting Hu Yeom’s fierce assault. The instant I sensed Sa Gong-chun’s presence vanish again, I altered the flow of my blade.
A torrent surged forth.
Like a violent current sweeping the earth clean, I gathered all of Hu Yeom’s attacks into the flow and sent them cascading away.
Unlike before, I caught the shock registering on his face.
Slice!
Shallow.
But I unmistakably felt the sensation of flesh being cut.
In that same instant, I sensed Sa Gong-chun’s presence, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
He burst through the darkness, appearing suddenly.
His blade trembled, then extended forward in a thrust.
A deceptive strike whose target was impossible to discern.
Sa Gong-chun’s face bore a confident smile, as if he believed he had perfectly seized the opening.
Seeing that, I smiled as well and extended my hand.
“…!”
The moment Sa Gong-chun sensed something amiss in my extended hand and his eyes widened.
Whoosh!
The flying needle aimed for the space between his brows.
Clang!
Sa Gong-chun retreated and deflected the projectile.
The mere fact that he could block a needle fired from point-blank range revealed why he was the Deputy Leader of the Yeongsal Corps.
Then a fierce killing intent washed over me—this was no time for complacency.
I twisted my body to the side and swung my blade.
Clang!
I blocked Hu Yeom’s sword as it rushed forward with murderous intent.
Screech!
A blade aura so sharp it was almost ethereal came slashing down.
Woven as densely as a spider’s web, it carried a force that seemed ready to shred my entire body to pieces.
Not the martial arts of the Yeongsal Corps, but Sa Gong-chun’s secret techniques.
Each individual line of the incoming aura possessed a sharpness comparable to diamond. If I met it head-on, I would not last long before my body was severed along with my blade.
I observed it precisely and calmly redirected it.
Crackle-rumble!
Boom-boom-boom-crash!
As the force scattered in all directions, explosions erupted everywhere, the earth trembled, and my eardrums felt as though they might burst from the pain.
That was when I sensed Hu Yeom’s presence.
My gaze turned toward Hu Yeom, and I caught sight of his blade flying toward me.
Yet something felt strange.
Ting—!
A sharp headache returned, and a fleeting image flashed through my mind.
I snapped my eyes open and turned my head urgently.
Sa Gong-chun was drawing upon his full power, unleashing a single strike.
Hu Yeom had seized my attention, and he exploited that opening.
Whoosh!
The violent blow sent my body flying.
A single strike infused with full power at the blade’s tip.
I barely managed to block it, but unable to completely dissipate the concentrated force, my body was launched into the air, and I tumbled across the ground several times before coming to rest.
“Cough!”
I coughed and struggled to regain my senses.
My body still trembled violently.
That was how tremendous Sa Gong-chun’s full power truly was.
“You survived that? Impressive indeed.”
Sa Gong-chun watched me rise to my feet, my body shaking.
His words carried ease and mockery, yet I could not fail to notice the astonishment hidden within his tone.
After all, no one had ever survived taking two such attacks.
“Haah—”
I steadied my breathing and stood.
Then I gazed quietly at the sky.
The combined assault of Sa Gong-chun and Hu Yeom was far more intricate and seamlessly coordinated than I had anticipated.
Against either of them individually, I could guarantee victory, but facing such coordinated teamwork for the first time, I was growing considerably exhausted and pressed back.
Enough to recall painful memories from the past.
I turned my gaze forward once more.
Sa Gong-chun stood with a smirk, while Hu Yeom steadied his breathing.
Though they appeared confident in victory and displayed composure, I knew the reality was different.
They kept their distance and did not rush forward recklessly.
Upon closer inspection, Sa Gong-chun too was catching his breath, his composure disrupted by the intense exchange.
Thanks to this, I gained a moment to think.
Something I had been curious about since earlier.
That fleeting moment that kept surfacing in my mind.
What it was, and why it appeared.
It did not take long to reach a conclusion.
“I understand now.”
“What?”
“What I’ve gained… I finally understand it.”
Whoosh—
I smiled and raised my blade once more.
A biting cold wind began to envelop them.

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