The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 67

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family — Chapter 67

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Crack! Crack-crack!
Yang Jachun, masked and watching the carnage unfold before his eyes, found himself at a loss for words.
He was not alone in this.
Every warrior of Sega stood frozen in place, unable to advance.
Any who dared step into that maelstrom to offer aid feared being caught in the wake of those fists—fists that shattered a man’s body with a single blow.
Crack-crack!
“I really—!”
Crack!
“Can’t live like this, can’t survive!”
Bang-bang!

Boundless in all directions—

Gu Gunbaek moved in every conceivable direction, unleashing fists and kicks with devastating precision.
Each strike was a lethal technique—a single hit that robbed life itself. Most who took even one blow lost all semblance of form.
Whether it was their face or their body.
Their martial prowess meant nothing to Gu Gunbaek.
What did it matter if they were squad leaders or squad members?
They fell with a single punch.
“My own disciple shames me with his incompetence!”
Crunch!
“That cursed fox! He dumps all the tedious work on me and takes the spoils for himself!”
Bang-bang-bang!
“What do you take me for, you bastards!”
Crack! Crash!
No one could withstand the violent force of those fists as they swung through the air.
All the grueling training they had endured meant nothing the moment Gu Gunbaek appeared.
Not a single warrior could survive even one of his blows.
The corpses continued to pile up.
It was a one-sided slaughter, yet even in the face of such overwhelming power, the enemy did not flee—they charged forward relentlessly.
Even knowing they could not win, they wielded their blades.
Because they were ordered to.
It was as if loneliness dwelt in their minds, driving them toward death for the sake of survival.
Crack-crack-crack!
When the last of them collapsed into mangled heaps of flesh, Gu Gunbaek’s movements finally ceased.
Covered head to toe in blood.
Standing motionless.
Merely gazing upon those beast-like eyes was enough to stir an urge to bow one’s head in submission.
He was none other than the Demon King.
One of the entities that moved the Central Plains in this era.
Within Sega, I had only ever seen him drinking and beating people senseless, so I could never truly grasp his nature—but now I was acutely aware that he was a being beyond all reach.
The Demon King’s disciple was Jang Chuchyeong?
Yang Jachun swallowed hard, staring down at the fallen Jang Chuchyeong.
I could feel the swordsman’s body trembling faintly.
I couldn’t fathom why this unconscious wretch was drenched in cold sweat.
“Ugh—I don’t care! I’ve done my part. The rest is on you lot. Damn it, I need a drink.”
“…You’re leaving?”
“Yeah, I’d say I’ve earned my keep, wouldn’t you?”
“Y… yes, it appears so.”
“Good. Now, strip for me.”
“My clothes?”
“You expect me to walk around like this? You’re the only one here who’s still presentable. Were you watching the fight or fighting in it? You bastard.”
At those crude words, Yang Jachun laughed and began removing his garments.
In moments, clad only in undergarments, Gu Gunbaek shamelessly donned the clothes, then casually tossed his own blood-soaked garments toward Yang Jachun as if to say wear these.
Then he gazed down at Jang Chuchyeong, drenched in cold sweat.
“If you wake up, you’re dead.”
“…!”
“If you want to live, keep your eyes shut until my anger subsides. The moment I catch them open, I’ll tear you to shreds.”
Gu Gunbaek left those words behind and began trudging down the mountain.
And so, silence—
In an instant, the surroundings fell deathly quiet.
No one dared speak, all eyes fixed upon Jang Chuchyeong.
Sweat had already drenched his form.
His eyes twitched, as if wrestling with the question of whether to open them or keep them closed.
“Cough!”
And then one person.
Yang Jachun, bare-chested, coughed and stared down at the blood-soaked clothes on the ground.
As if deliberating 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 rage-fueled beating and gone off to drink instead.
Of course, this fell within my expectations.
I’d never intended to rely entirely on him anyway.
Once things were sufficiently organized, mopping up the demoralized remnants of the Yeongsal Corps would be manageable with just Yang Jachun and the Sega warriors.
The problem lay here.
Hu Yeom’s sudden movement had altered the situation.
I stepped back slightly, observing Hu Yeom carefully.
His pierced shoulder was hastily wrapped in crude muslin cloth, the bandaging haphazard and incomplete.
As long as he endured the pain, his hands remained functional.
His gaze never wavered from me—his resolve to kill me swiftly and escape unscathed remained unchanged.
His expression blazed with fighting spirit, his eyes reflecting the acceptance of death.
I could feel his unwavering will to sacrifice his own life to kill me, all for Sa Gong-chun’s sake.
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.
Either way, it was unfavorable.
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 his position as Deputy Leader.
Even with a shoulder wound, he remained a formidable opponent not to be underestimated.
Based on Sa Gong-chun’s temperament from our past encounters, I’d judged him incapable of cooperation—yet now it seemed I’d been mistaken.
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?
“So you have no pride, then.”
I provoked him slightly.
“Pride? Of course I have it. But I don’t think this is the moment to flaunt it. You’d have done the same in my position.”
I nodded calmly at Sa Gong-chun’s words.
His tone and demeanor differed from his past self.
I remembered Sa Gong-chun as always confident, but that arrogance had stemmed from his constant superiority.
Moreover, Gu Gunbaek was present here.
He couldn’t judge himself capable of defeating him immediately, so escape had become paramount.
After all, one must survive to have pride worth displaying.
I nodded, studying both men intently.
Sa Gong-chun’s expression shifted from amusement to seriousness, and spiritual energy radiated outward. He unleashed his full power from the start, an immense force spreading without restraint.
I felt the oppressive weight bearing down on my entire body and narrowed my eyes to slits.
Whoosh—!
The moment Sa Gong-chun’s figure vanished.
He materialized before my eyes and swung his sword.
Crash—!
The blade, infused with overwhelming internal force, erupted with power.
A massive crater tore open where I had been standing, and earth and dust scattered violently in all directions.
Had I not moved my body swiftly, 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!
I quickly regained my balance and extended my left hand, striking Hu Yeom’s abdomen.
“Ugh!”
With a pained groan, Hu Yeom was driven backward in a stumbling retreat.
Seizing the opening to sever his life force in one swift motion, Sa Gong-chun’s blade arrived faster, cutting off my path.
Clang—clang-clang!
I parried his sword and withdrew, but Hu Yeom immediately rushed in again, swinging his blade.
As Hu Yeom’s relentless assault poured down upon me in succession, what grated against my nerves most was none other than Sa Gong-chun.
I could not see him.
Because he was the most threatening presence here, I should have kept him locked within my senses at all times—but I had lost track of him for a moment amid Hu Yeom’s fierce onslaught.
As I desperately heightened my awareness, searching for Sa Gong-chun.
Zing—!
A sudden sharp headache accompanied a strange vision.
A glinting blade flying toward my back from an unpredictable angle.
The sight of his sword piercing through my back and slashing horizontally.
Enduring the intense throbbing pain that hammered my skull, 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 fractionally faster.
Squelch—!
The blade pierced into my abdomen.
The vivid sensation of the steel was something I had not felt in a long time. Fortunately, because I had managed some defense, the wound was not deep.
As Sa Gong-chun attempted to slash horizontally across my abdomen, I moved faster and kicked him away.
Boom—
“Kuh?!”
As I kicked and retreated, I felt the sharp, cold sensation of the blade being drawn out.
Enduring the pain and steadying my balance, Hu Yeom rushed in as if he had been waiting for this moment.
He had no intention of giving me even a moment’s respite.
Looking at his figure, laughter escaped my lips unbidden.
This sensation—I had not felt it in so long.
The feeling from those days when I wielded the sword with death always at my side.
Clang clang clang—!
Hu Yeom unleashed another barrage of fierce strikes.
So intent was he on creating openings for Sa Gong-chun that his desperation was plainly visible—he pressed forward relentlessly, ignoring even the pain radiating from his shoulder.
Sa Gong-chun seized the moment and moved once more.
Unlike before, I tracked his movements with my eyes as I parried Hu Yeom’s onslaught. The instant I sensed Sa Gong-chun’s presence vanish again, I shifted 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 and sent them cascading away along the tide of my technique.
This time, I caught the shock of alarm flickering across his face.
Shing!
Shallow.
Yet I unmistakably felt the sensation of flesh parting beneath my blade.
In that same instant, I sensed Sa Gong-chun’s presence—as if he had been waiting for precisely this moment.
He burst through the darkness and appeared suddenly before me.
His sword trembled, then extended with lethal intent.
A deceptive strike—its true target impossible to discern.
Believing he had seized the perfect opening, Sa Gong-chun’s face bore a confident smile.
Seeing that smile, I too smiled and extended my hand.
“…!”
The moment Sa Gong-chun’s eyes widened, sensing something amiss in my outstretched palm.
Whoosh—!
A hidden projectile flew toward his brow.
Clang—!
Sa Gong-chun retreated and deflected the projectile with his blade.
The mere fact that he could block a projectile fired from point-blank range spoke volumes about why he commanded the Yeongsal Corps.
Yet in that instant, a fierce killing intent crashed down upon me.
I twisted my body and swung my sword.
Clang—!
I blocked Hu Yeom’s blade as it descended with murderous force.
Screech!
A sword aura so sharp it bordered on transcendent came slicing through.
Woven as densely as a spider’s web, it carried a power that would shred my entire body if I met it head-on.
Not the martial arts of the Yeongsal Corps, but Sa Gong-chun’s secret techniques.
Each individual line of that incoming aura possessed a sharpness that rivaled diamond. To meet it directly would mean my body would be severed along with my blade within moments.
I observed it precisely and calmly redirected the force.
Crackle crackle—!
Boom boom boom—!
As the energy scattered in all directions, deafening explosions erupted everywhere, the earth trembled, and my eardrums felt as though they might burst from the pain.
It was then that I sensed Hu Yeom’s presence.
My gaze turned toward him, and I caught sight of his blade flying toward me.
Yet something felt wrong.
Ting—!
A sharp headache bloomed, and fragmented images flickered through my mind like lightning.
I snapped my eyes open and whirled around.
Sa Gong-chun was there, drawing upon his full strength to unleash a devastating strike.
Hu Yeom had seized the moment of distraction perfectly.
Whoosh!
The ferocious blow sent my body flying.
A single strike channeling full power through the blade’s edge.
I barely managed to deflect it, but unable to completely dissipate the concentrated force, my body launched upward before tumbling across the ground multiple times.
“Cough!”
I hacked and sputtered, fighting to regain my senses.
My entire body trembled uncontrollably.
That was just how overwhelming Sa Gong-chun’s full power truly was.
“You survived that? Impressive indeed.”
Sa Gong-chun watched as I rose to my feet, my body still quaking.
His words carried an air of leisure and mockery, yet I could detect the undercurrent of shock beneath them.
After all, no one had ever lived through two such attacks.
“Haa—”
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 seamless and coordinated than I had anticipated.
Against either one individually, I could guarantee victory, but facing such coordinated teamwork for the first time left me exhausted and increasingly cornered.
It was enough to stir unpleasant memories from my past.
I turned my gaze forward once more.
Sa Gong-chun stood with a smirk, while Hu Yeom regulated his breathing beside him.
They appeared confident in their victory, displaying ease, yet I could see through the façade.
They maintained distance and did not rush forward recklessly.
Looking closely, even Sa Gong-chun’s breathing remained ragged from the intense exchange.
This gave me precious moments to think.
There was one thing that had nagged at me since the beginning.
Those fleeting moments that kept surfacing in my mind.
What they were, and why they kept appearing.
It did not take long to reach a conclusion.
“I understand now.”
“What?”
“What I’ve gained… I finally know.”
Whoosh—
I smiled and raised my sword once more.
A biting, glacial wind began to envelop them.

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