The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 78

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 139

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I fixed my gaze steadily upon Hoyeon.
I could see his pupils scanning across me with rapid precision.
Soon, a blade thrust directly toward the space between my brows.
Clang—!
I deflected it in an instant and retreated half a step, but he pursued me relentlessly, his sword sweeping through the air.
It was the Taiji Wisdom Sword—the blade technique that the Martial Artist prided himself upon.
In the martial world, it was praised as the supreme sword art without peer, having perfected the mysteries of harmonizing yin and yang.
I met his blade and flowed with its momentum.
Two martial techniques, similar yet distinctly different in nature, clashed against each other, and an endless exchange of offense and defense unfolded as we redirected and repelled each other’s force.
The sound of the blade’s edge scraping was louder than the clash of steel.
It was a testament to how fiercely we were pushing and pulling against one another.
“Impressive!”
In that moment, the flow of Hoyeon’s sword changed.
The blade became softer, moving as if tracing a circle.
Clang-clang-clang-clang—!
Following his movements, I blocked his strikes, and the instant I came to a stop, a massive taiji symbol materialized around Hoyeon.
A perfect taiji had been drawn, yet strangely, Hoyeon’s complexion did not appear satisfied.
Watching this, I let out a quiet scoff.
“So you did manage to properly master your sect’s martial art after all.”
“Haha, having faced the Martial Artist’s enemy, it’s only natural, isn’t it? However, your martial technique is also formidable. It’s different from when you faced Moyong Hyeok.”
Hoyeon shook his head slowly and regulated his breathing.
His attempt to gauge my abilities had long since ended.
It seemed he had anticipated something, but he had not expected me to hold my ground so thoroughly.
At first, he had employed lighter techniques to probe, but from the moment the Taiji Wisdom Sword unfolded, Hoyeon too had been fighting with considerable earnestness.
Yet both he and I stood at a distance of half a step, unmarked and unscathed.
This was something that had never occurred in Hoyeon’s mind.
Though he displayed composure, his eyes were filled with astonishment.
“As expected of Gwanbaek’s disciple. Now I understand such rapid growth.”
“….”
I said nothing in response.
Yet my silence seemed to only deepen his conviction.
Hoyeon regulated his breathing once more and assumed his stance again.
“Today, I shall offer you to the Divine and prove my loyalty.”
“Anyone with a mouth can speak such words.”
As I let out a faint, mocking laugh, Hoyeon’s eyes transformed. An extraordinary momentum suddenly engulfed the surroundings, and in that same instant, his form vanished.
I moved my body following the scene that formed in my mind.
Hoyeon’s blade suddenly appeared from above, flying directly toward the space between my eyebrows.
The sword edge grazed past me by the thickness of a single sheet of paper, and for a moment Hoyeon showed signs of bewilderment, but he quickly recovered his composure and swung his blade again.
This was not the technique of a Martial Artist.

The Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique.

It was far more refined and sharp than the Martial Artist’s methods.
I laughed upon seeing it.
“So you’ve devoted yourself to martial arts that belong neither to the sect nor to your master.”
“How dare you compare the Divine’s gift to something as trivial as a Martial Artist’s technique!”
Clang—!
Screech!
The moment our blades met, I was pushed backward.
The strength and speed far surpassed Moyong Hyeok’s.
This martial art, similar yet entirely different in nature from the Heavenly Blade Technique, was difficult even to perceive and react to with the naked eye.
I blocked and redirected his force.
Receiving his strength at its minimum and flowing it away, I didn’t fall for the apparent opening but instead prepared a counter to deceive him instead.
Whoosh—!
At the same time, both our blades swung out, shredding each other’s sleeves as we retreated. But we didn’t stop there—we swung our blades again.
Clang clang clang—!
Blades infused with fierce power collided.
I was doing my best to redirect his force, but the gap between him and me was not easily closed, and I continued to step back half a pace with each exchange.
“Is this truly all you possess?”
Whoosh—!
I rolled across the ground and evaded his strike.
In that instant, Hoyeon’s swung blade tore through the air and split a massive boulder behind me.
Even with its power spent, it continued to cleave through the surrounding trees and brush, scattering them.
The sword energy was of an extraordinary level.
No matter how much support those behind him provided, he hadn’t obtained the position of Martial Artist sect leader for nothing—he displayed an overwhelming power that made the difference in our levels unmistakably clear.
The reason I can hold my ground now is thanks to the power of the Curved Jade and the memories of the past.
Had these not been my foundation, I had no doubt my head would have been severed in a single stroke.
There was one saving grace, however.
In the past, during the battle at Taeaksan, Hoyeon’s skill was at the pinnacle, but now he has yet to reach that level.
The memories of the past and his habits.
Drawing upon these one by one, I swung my blade.
Clang clang clang—!
Our blades crossed frantically, spewing sparks.
Whoosh whoosh—!
I felt something being cut and blood spraying.
The pain intensified with each passing moment, yet neither Hoyeon’s blade nor mine could find respite, our swords clashing as we sought to devour one another.
Thwack!
In that instant, as a cold sensation pierced my ribs from a blade slipping through, I unleashed the Ohdok Strike.
Thud!
“Hahaha! Where are you aiming that?”
Yet Hoyeon merely laughed, withdrawing his blade. Immediately, it flashed forward once more, this time aimed with precision at my throat.
Clang!
I deflected it with the flat of my sword, guiding it smoothly past before shifting my blade’s trajectory.
Whoosh!
His sword’s edge grazed dangerously across my cheek, drawing a thin line.
“Still far to go!”
Yet the situation had already slipped into his control.
He had clearly recognized the vast gap between our levels, and now he swiftly recovered his blade, launching another relentless assault.
The flow of his sword transformed once again.
This time, it was the Martial Artist’s Thirteen Postures of the Supreme Ultimate.
The sword’s path unfolded with dazzling complexity, shifting and reshaping before my eyes in an instant, making it impossible to discern his true target.
I thrust my blade forward desperately.
The moment I parried Hoyeon’s sword as it streaked toward my heart.
Crash!
With a sharp metallic ring, a claw technique suddenly burrowed in, savagely tearing at my ribs.

Tiger Claw Severing Gate Hand.

It is one of the techniques the Martial Artist takes pride in.
However, the truly dangerous aspect lay elsewhere.
*Ching!*
A fierce flash of movement suddenly cut across my vision.
I saw the blade shoot forward at a maddening speed.
Like a serpent rearing its head and striking with open jaws—it was that fast.
*Whoooosh!*
This was the forbidden technique of the Snake Fang within the Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique itself.
I moved my body urgently to evade it.
The blade that sought to pierce through my body instead carved across my shoulder, and seizing that moment, I extended my own sword to pull Hoyeon’s blade into the turbulent current with me.
*Whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh!*
“Hahaha! An amusing technique, but it changes nothing!”
Hoyeon burst into wild laughter and began his relentless assault.
Unlike me, who was being pushed back steadily, he had clearly seized victory, and his expression showed he was enjoying how each of his moves landed with precision.
“Haa… haa…”
I steadied my mind while exhaling ragged breaths.
Hoyeon drew closer, gradually narrowing the distance. Though he displayed ample composure, his expression belied an absolute refusal to reveal any openings.
It was obvious to anyone that he had secured the advantage, yet there was reason behind his refusal to relax his guard and grow careless.
A single moment of inattention could overturn the entire match.
He understood this well, which is why he remained vigilant.
One might say that just as a tiger exerts its full strength to catch a rabbit, he too was giving his all—but…
That was not the reality. He was simply overly cautious.
One could dress it up in pleasant language, but speaking more bluntly, he was simply a coward.
Yet despite this, the gap between our levels was unmistakable.
Even pouring everything I had into this moment, defeating someone who remained unmoved seemed far from easy.
The moment I found myself smiling bitterly without realizing it.
He moved.
*Slash!*
His blade flew before my eyes, grazing my jaw, and simultaneously the flow shifted as the principle of the tai chi began to terrifyingly constrict around me.
Feeling a dizzying sensation as though my own flow was being sucked into the tai chi, I tried to retreat urgently.
But.
*Ching!*
Alarmed by the image lingering in my mind, I raised my blade.
However, my reaction speed could not keep pace with it.
In that instant, the ultimate technique of the Cloud-Piercing Sword Technique unfolded before my eyes at a terrifyingly rapid speed.
*Whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh whoooosh!*
“Kuhahaha!”
Wild, manic laughter pierced my ears, and immediately after, terrible pain erupted across my entire body as blood poured forth.
Yet as though it were not finished, another strike came flying.
I desperately drew upon my inner energy to protect my entire body.
This was unmistakably the Martial Artist’s Mysterious Heaven Seven Star Palm.
Boom—!
“Gack?!”
I felt a force that would crush every bone and organ in my body, and I was hurled through the air before crashing down and rolling across the ground several times before coming to a stop.
Even as I protected my body with my protective technique, it pierced through and seemed intent on shredding me to pieces.
“Cough!”
I barely managed to steady myself and struggled to rise, but a violent coughing fit seized me, and I felt all strength drain from my body.
This was bad.
My mind grew hazy and my body trembled.
I fought against the overwhelming urge to close my eyes and surrender to everything, doing my utmost to stabilize my breathing and focus my spirit.
“No matter how exceptional your talent or how great your master, before the power of the Divine, all things are rendered meaningless.”
“….”
“Now then, speak. Where is Gwanbaek? Or will you kneel before the Divine and bow your head to atone for your sins?”
Whiiiing—
I could hear something like muttering, but all that reached my ears was the deafening ringing of tinnitus.
As the mocking expression and eyes of that wretch came into view, I found myself smiling despite the pain.
The emotion I had felt atop Taeaksan’s peak swelled within me once more.
In that instant, over a decade of memories consumed by vengeance flashed before me like a lantern show, and I finally remembered something I had forgotten.
Ah—I want to kill him.
Yes, this feeling.
From the moment I opened my eyes until now, the emotion I had buried in order to survive. No, I hadn’t forgotten it, but I had cast it into a corner of my heart, consumed by what I needed to protect and the desperation to live.
I want to kill.
Merely recalling such thoughts caused the murderous intent I had concealed all this time to surge forth like a raging inferno.
Even Hoyeon, who had been approaching leisurely, halted his steps.
I rose to my feet, watching him.
I steadied my wavering body and cleared my muddled mind completely.
Plans, schemes—none of it mattered.
Gwanbaek, the Divine—irrelevant.
The jade orb, prosperity, abundance—all meaningless.
None of these things concerned me now.
If they stood before me, I would kill them.
I would chase them to the depths of hell and tear their very souls to shreds.
With a long exhale that escaped my lips, I purged all distracting thoughts and the hesitations I had harbored.
And what remained was singular.
I drew forth only the primal instinct to kill my opponent.
“…!”
In that moment, energy began to circulate through my body.
The power of the Jade Fragrance Pill, which I had not yet fully made my own, now settled firmly in my dantian, creating a weighty sensation.
Simultaneously, my ears opened and my eyes cleared, and every sense I possessed transformed.
Realizing this, my vacant gaze naturally turned toward Hoyeon.
The fellow seemed to sense that something was amiss, and with a tense expression, he gazed toward me before subtly increasing the distance between us.
The moment I confirmed this, I curved a sneer across my lips and leveled my blade toward him.
The sword I pointed carried a killing intent sharper and more viscous than ever before.

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