The Youngest Son of the Nanyang Jin Family - Chapter 83

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The Youngest Son of the Nakhyang Jin Family – Chapter 144

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Surrounded by five men, Namgung Yeon steadied her breathing. Encircling her as if laying siege, they radiated killing intent and mockery.
All of them were Powerful Experts who had reached the first rank.
The fact that there were five of them made it clear this was not a favorable situation.
Namgung Yeon regulated her breathing and focused.
“I believe in you!”
At the sound of Chaeseoha’s encouragement from behind, she smiled.
Her unwavering conviction that she was believed in, coupled with her expression and tone devoid of even a hint of fear, only gave her greater courage.
Namgung Yeon’s eyes gleamed as she took in those before her.
“Are you truly going through with this? If it were me, I would surrender.”
“Unlike you, I don’t know much about surrender.”
“Ha, this is amusing. Why can’t you grasp the situation even now?”
Confidence shone in Hyeon Illyang’s expression as he laughed. No matter what she did, there was no way to overturn this overwhelming advantage.
It was the kind of thought only someone who had lived without experiencing even a single failure would hold.
Namgung Yeon returned the mockery.
“It seems you’re the one who can’t grasp the situation. This matter… you will surely come to regret it greatly.”
“Words are wasted. Fine. What are you doing? I’m bored. Bring her down.”
“Yes!”
The men of Gireonsageom who received the order took their formation.
Namgung Yeon observed their movements and thought.
In terms of individual ability alone, she was certainly superior.
But these four men seemed more skilled at deploying a coordinated formation to suppress their opponent rather than engaging in one-on-one combat.
She was certain they would employ a method where one would create an opening and another would exploit it to attack.
Their stride, movements, hand gestures, eyes, and expressions.
She missed nothing, taking it all in.

“People usually have a place that moves first when they’re about to do something. If you can just see that much, you’re already halfway there.”

My eyes gleamed as I recalled Jin Cheon-u’s voice resonating in my ears once more.
In that instant, I saw one man’s foot dragging across the ground.
Clang!
A blade came flying at me.
I deflected it and shifted to the side, only to have another man’s sword thrust toward what I thought was an opening in my defense.
Rather than blocking it, I spun and swung my blade in a circular arc.
Slash!
“Ugh?!”
The man whose back was cut stifled a groan, enduring the pain.
Simultaneously, something gleaming came at me from above and below.
Clang-clang-clang!
Blade light flashed brilliantly, releasing a sharp aura.
Evading the gap perfectly seemed virtually impossible, yet Namgung Yeon pushed off the ground lightly and twisted my body into a spinning rotation.
Slash!
One swung blade cut through my hair, while the sword coming from below severed my clothing.
Yet when I landed, my body bore no wounds.
Only my long hair had become short.
Whoosh!
“…!”
Namgung Yeon suddenly froze, staring at my fluttering hair.
Chaeseoha, who had been watching as well, gasped in surprise, her mouth hanging open for quite some time.
Gireonsageom wore a puzzled expression watching the two women, but as that brief silence stretched, Namgung Yeon’s eyes gradually began to burn with fury.
“You… you… bastards-!”
Slash!
In that moment, Namgung Yeon moved.
I pushed off the ground and closed the distance in one breath, thrusting my blade forward with a thick killing intent to apply pressure.
Clang!
The moment the man barely blocked my sword and tried to create an opening, I suddenly invaded the space with a strange pressure.
Then my blade twisted and flew toward an unexpected direction.
Clang-clang-clang-clang!
Shoulder, chest, waist—all slashed, followed by my blade thrusting toward his neck.
In that moment.
Clang!
Another man beside him instantly blocked my sword.
My opening was exposed by the rebounding blade.
The man didn’t miss it and was about to swing his sword.
Whoosh—
I kicked up dirt and flung it at him.
“Argh?!”
As the dirt suddenly flew at his face, the startled man’s body froze momentarily, hesitating.
She was not one to miss such an opening.
Thwack—!
The extended blade pierced straight through the man’s heart and chest.
“Kugh?!”
A violent gasp escaped from the blade lodged without hesitation, and Namgung Yeon withdrew her sword, extending her leg to hurl the man’s body away.
Crash—!
As the airborne body hit the ground, a sharp metallic ring pierced her ears.
Clang—!
Namgung Yeon twisted her body and blocked with her sword.
After deflecting the first strike and retreating half a step, she parried another blade coming from the side. Such a feat was only possible when one understood the opponent’s position and movements completely.
Yet the relentless blade pressed forward, accompanied by a sound as chilling as it was menacing, thrusting toward her.
Slash—!
In that instant, her side was cut.
But she knew this was not the time to acknowledge pain.
Gritting her teeth, she poured her energy back into her sword.
Crash—!
Boom—!
Suddenly something flew at her and struck Namgung Yeon’s head. Immediately after, the swords of three men already in motion slashed down upon her.
Slice—!
Slash—!
The blades cut deep, though not fatally.
Across her chest, waist, and thigh.
Unable even to cry out from the overwhelming pain, Namgung Yeon’s body collapsed helplessly to the ground.
“Sister Namgung—!”
Chaeseoha rushed over in shock, examining her condition. The sword wounds were not particularly deep, but blood was streaming from her head where she had been struck by a stone.
Chaeseoha’s sharp eyes turned toward Hyeon Illyang.
It was the stone he had thrown that had struck Namgung Yeon’s head precisely.
Yet he showed no remorse.
Rather, Hyeon Illyang frowned as he looked at the fallen man and the three breathing heavily.
“So these are the Gireonsageom, are they? Tsk, tsk….”
“I… I apologize, Young Master So.”
“We are ashamed.”
Three men bowed their heads.
They knew they had failed to subdue merely one woman, had been cut down by her blade, and had been overwhelmed in the process.
Hyeon Illyang approached slowly, gazing down at the fallen Namgung Yeon.
Seeing her motionless, whether unconscious or not, he frowned deeper and gripped his sword.
Unsheathe—!
He drew his blade and pointed it down.
“What are you doing?!”
A sharp voice rang out loudly.
My gaze, honed to a lethal edge, seemed ready to tear Hyeon Illyang to shreds.
Yet he showed no sign of fear whatsoever, instead wearing a mocking smile as he looked toward Chaeseoha.
“If you’ve drawn your blade against the Gireongcheon-ga, you should be prepared to die, shouldn’t you?”
“You were the ones who started this.”
“Ha, it doesn’t matter who started it. What matters is that I’ve suffered emotional wounds because of that woman.”
Hyeon Illyang spoke these words while subtly shifting his stance.
Thud!
“Ugh!”
Whether to awaken the unconscious Namgung Yeon or simply to vent his frustration, the moment his foot connected with his abdomen, Namgung Yeon’s eyes snapped open with a sharp cry of pain.
Yet he seemed unable to fully regain consciousness, his trembling body gripping Chaeseoha’s hand with whatever strength he could muster.
It was as if he were declaring his resolve to protect her no matter what.
It was Hyeon Illyang who found this remarkable.
He had encountered many with admirable spirit, but none who displayed such resolve while facing death.
Yet Namgung Yeon’s actions now were different.
He cared nothing for his own life.
His will held only one purpose—to protect Chaeseoha.
Displeased by this, he sneered once more and reached toward the sword Namgung Yeon held.
“…!”
Yet the woman, who appeared so limp and helpless, resisted with unexpected strength, refusing to let go.
Trembling—
From the way her body shook, it was clear she was drawing upon every ounce of strength she possessed to protect the blade.
The mockery in Hyeon Illyang’s eyes turned vicious.
If she insisted on resisting, it would be far simpler to just kill her.
The moment he released the sword and raised his blade to strike—
Namgung Yeon, whom he had thought immobilized, suddenly rose and threw himself forward in a blur of motion.
Slash!
That sword light was nothing but an instant.
What followed was the Flash Lightning Thirteen Sword Thunder.
The fastest technique in the Namgung Family’s martial arts.
The moment the sword light flickering before his eyes lost its radiance and vanished—
The three men standing guard over Hyeon Illyang staggered.
“Gahhh!”
One man clutched at his throat as blood poured forth, while another collapsed with wide eyes, staring down at the gaping hole through his heart.
The last man’s head had already rolled across the ground.
“Haa, haa, haa….”
Only Namgung Yeon remained standing in that place.
Her harsh breathing echoed, and her cold gaze was piercing.
She then looked toward the shocked and stunned Hyeon Illyang.
“…What…!”
“I needed a moment to catch my breath, and thanks to you, I was able to rest well.”
Namgung Yeon wiped the blood trickling down her forehead and spoke matter-of-factly. In truth, she had expended considerable stamina in that brief exchange and needed time to catch her breath.
That opportunity had been granted by none other than Hyeon Illyang.
Though she had taken an unexpected blow, she had managed to steady her breathing and conserve what little strength remained in that brief window.
Namgung Yeon slowly leveled her blade toward Hyeon Illyang.
“You are all that remains.”
Gulp—!
At her calm words, Hyeon Illyang swallowed hard.
When he glanced to the side, all four of the Gireonsageom who had been standing guard around him lay motionless upon the ground.
Four men had fallen to a single opponent.
Knowing their caliber better than anyone, Hyeon Illyang understood that this was something even he could not accomplish.
He clenched his teeth hard.
Blood seeped from his bitten lip, yet such pain paled in comparison to this humiliation.
Should he raise his blade? Or should he retreat?
Neither option was favorable.
If he fought, perhaps he might win, but that could hardly be called a ten-fold chance of victory, and he risked sustaining grave wounds.
Conversely, turning back was nothing short of disgrace.
Unable to choose between the two, his body trembled—until that moment.
Namgung Yeon’s eyes, now having fully recovered her composure, grew even colder.
“Withdraw. This is my final warning.”
Namgung Yeon released her energy outward.
As if to prove she still had more to give, she drew upon every ounce of her meager inner strength, pressing down upon Hyeon Illyang with overwhelming force.
His expression shifted dramatically.
His face flushed crimson, then crumpled like crumpled paper.
The veins bulging across his skin made it clear to anyone watching that his rage was about to explode.
Yet he did not rush forward recklessly.
Understanding his predicament all too well, he ground his teeth until they nearly shattered, then turned away with heavy, angry steps.
Without uttering a word, his furious gait carried him forward until he mounted his horse, and then he glared at Namgung Yeon and Chaeseoha while unleashing a frenzied roar.
“Do not think this is the end—!”
Crash—!
A shout rang out like thunder had split the sky, assaulting the eardrums.
Even Chaeseoha, lacking inner strength, had to cover her ears, but Namgung Yeon merely furrowed her brow as she watched Hyeon Illyang’s figure recede into the distance.
As his form grew smaller and eventually vanished, the tension finally drained from her body, and she collapsed to the ground.
“Are… are you alright?”
“Haa… Yes, aside from a slight headache, I’m fine. How are you, physician?”
“Me? I’m perfectly well. But let me look at your head.”
Chaeseoha carefully wiped away the blood flowing from Namgung Yeon’s head and began administering basic treatment. Her movements were swift yet careful, and the pain was scarcely noticeable—so much so that Namgung Yeon was actually taken aback.
But soon, as if understanding something, she stared intently at Chaeseoha and spoke with an awkward expression.
“Now I understand why the Young Master holds you in such high regard.”
“Because my medical skills are exceptional?”
“…Yes.”
“I understand.”
Chaeseoha finished her treatment with a faint smile.
Soon, the two women carefully rose to their feet and surveyed their surroundings, only to recall the completely destroyed carriage and the escaped horse. They could only exchange rueful smiles with one another.
“What do we do about this?”
No matter how hard I thought, no solution came to mind.

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