The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

The individual skills of the special-class assassins were very outstanding.

They could easily assassinate most targets on their own, so they often took on solo missions.

Was that why?

The special-class assassins of the Nameless Pavilion were more accustomed to moving alone.

Although they were moving organically in tune with each other's movements, there was a momentary gap that existed in between.

There was no way Jin Sohyun, who had opened his Heavenly Eyes, would miss this.

And one more thing.

The Silver Warning Hell that surrounded the area to restrict Jin Sohyun's movements and prevent him from escaping.

The prison made of silver threads began to be revealed as it was reflected in the sunlight.

Thanks to this, Jin Sohyun, who had grasped the structure of the Silver Warning Hell, used it to restrict the movements of the special-class assassins.

‘One.’

Using the slight gap created by avoiding the first sword, Jin Sohyun's flying sword pierced the special-class assassin's thigh.

Two blades approaching next.

Without a moment to breathe, Jin Sohyun threw two flying swords to block the blades, and then aimed a newly drawn flying sword at the assassin who was thrusting his sword fourth.

Using the subtlety of the Exploding Flying Sword.

Instead of flicking it with his fingertips, he gathered qi in his palm and pushed the flying sword.

Peong—!!

With a sound of the air being torn, a fist-sized hole was created in the special-class assassin's chest.

There was no scream, but death was certain.

Jin Sohyun used the collapsed assassin as a stepping stone and threw his body.

The remaining four special-class assassins rushed in all at once, betting their lives.

The sword qi on their blades now took the form of sword energy and hotly split the air.

"Kkeuk!"

Without a moment to retrieve his flying swords, Jin Sohyun blocked the assassins' slashes with the remaining flying swords.

The sound of metal clashing was heard sharply, and the flying swords that had lost their way were deflected in all directions.

The Black Hand Heavenly Net flew in without fail and trapped the flying swords.

‘Are there only two left?’

Now, out of the ten flying swords, only two remained.

In contrast, there were still four special-class assassins left.

‘Two per sword… is it possible?’

Jin Sohyun shook off his doubts and gripped one of the two remaining flying swords in his hand.

Soon, the four special-class assassins split into four branches and scattered in all directions.

They pressed Jin Sohyun, emitting a menacing killing intent.

The clear killing intent approached like a blade and pricked his skin.

In the next moment.

Without anyone going first, the four assassins thrust their swords at the same time.

Jin Sohyun, who was watching the blades approaching from four directions, threw his body to the west.

The blade approached even faster, and Jin Sohyun gritted his teeth.

‘It’ll hurt, right? It’ll hurt! But I have to do it!’

Jin Sohyun did not avoid the blade that had come right in front of him.

And just as the tip of the blade was about to touch his skin.

He unfolded his Shadowless Divine Steps and avoided the blade with minimal movement, then dug into the assassin's bosom.

The following One Line Rending Lightning.

The blue lightning bolt that had pierced the assassin's body stretched out and was stuck in a tree.

At the same time, Jin Sohyun snatched the sword that was in the dead assassin's hand and threw it with all his might at the black net that was flying, aiming for the flying sword.

The assassin's sword, which had stretched out like a flash of light, was stuck in the net.

Thanks to this, as the Black Hand Heavenly Net flew away, wrapping around the wrong sword, Jin Sohyun ran to the tree, pulled out the flying sword that was stuck, and ducked his head.

Seureung—!

Two blades grazed Jin Sohyun's head by a hair's breadth.

In the next moment, with a short flash, a flying sword was stuck in the armpit of the assassin who was standing on the left.

As the nerve connecting the muscles was severed, the sword in the assassin's hand fell.

Jin Sohyun, who had caught it in the air, infused his internal energy into the sword.

"Heup!"

He threw the sword, which was filled with internal energy, into the empty air.

At the same time, he pulled the assassin with the flying sword stuck in his armpit, set him up like a shield, and ducked his body.

Kwa—ang!

The assassin's sword, which had exploded with a rough explosion, became thousands of small daggers and covered all directions.

The two special-class assassins, who were flustered by this, quickly retreated, but they failed to completely avoid the aftermath of the explosion.

"Hoo... hoo...!"

He threw away the special-class assassin who was dead with large and small blades stuck all over his body.

Now his internal energy was really at the bottom.

His mouth tasted metallic, and his hands and feet trembled.

And yet, Jin Sohyun could not stop.

‘Now there are two left.’

Out of the six special-class assassins, only two had survived.

Jin Sohyun pulled out the flying sword from the dead assassin's body and wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Are you going to do more?"

"..."

The assassins were silent.

They were just staring straight at Jin Sohyun with their only revealed, empty, hollow eyes.

"If that's the case..."

As Jin Sohyun took a step forward, the two assassins split to both sides.

The assassin who had moved to the left rushed at Jin Sohyun without even hiding his body.

That appearance was not at all like an assassin.

As if he had put all his remaining strength into his sword, the assassin's movements seemed heavy.

In contrast, the power contained in the sword was very sharp and ferocious.

Even this was a sword that was not like an assassin's.

"Ugh! This is why I hate fighting with assassins!"

Jin Sohyun realized that he had resolved to die together.

As the blade, which contained a person's entire life, approached fiercely, Jin Sohyun's eyes also moved busily.

His eyes chased after the other assassin who had disappeared to the right.

But the assassin's figure was nowhere to be seen.

‘For now, I have to block this guy first!’

Facing the enemy in front of him who was resolved to die together, Jin Sohyun also squeezed out his internal energy.

The flying sword that had left his hand was stuck in the approaching assassin's abdomen.

The assassin vomited blood and staggered, but he did not retreat or collapse.

Until the very end.

As if he had even raised his innate true qi, a white mist rose from the assassin's entire body.

Thump— Thump—!!

As the assassin, who had approached, leaving footprints, pushed his sword, Jin Sohyun took out his last flying sword and sent his head flying.

"I blocked it..."

The moment he thought he had blocked the attack of the special-class assassin who was resolved to die together.

The assassin's chest opened, and a sword popped out.

Thwack—!

Jin Sohyun, who was stabbed in the upper chest by an unimaginable surprise attack, frowned.

‘Was he hiding behind his back!?’

The last special-class assassin, who had been invisible, had been hiding behind the back of the assassin who had been resolved to die together.

The moment his comrade died, he had thrust his sword into his body and aimed for Jin Sohyun.

His aim was a success.

"Cough!"

The assassin, who had taken out a dagger from his bosom, rushed at Jin Sohyun, who had been pushed back, vomiting blood.

‘Am I going to die like this?’

Hadn't he fought well against the six special-class assassins of the Nameless Pavilion, who were said to be able to assassinate a transcendent master?

A light was seen through his blurring vision.

The sun, which had been climbing the mountain slope, had risen into the sky.

‘It’s bright…’

As Jin Sohyun frowned, the faces of people suddenly flashed through his mind.

The faces of the people he had met at the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple and the martial artists he had met in the martial world so far.

And the figures of the opponents who had died fighting him.

Finally, he saw the faces of Jin Seomok, Yu Seoheung, and Jin Gahyeon.

‘Is this a revolving lantern?’

The moment death was at his doorstep, Jin Sohyun's head spun rapidly.

‘If I die like this… what about my family?’

Jin Sohyun's two pupils, which had been blurring, began to regain their light.

‘And I’ve only suffered without getting a proper rest, and you’re telling me to die like this?’

He couldn't die, even if it was out of frustration.

If he could, he wanted to grab the Grim Reaper by the collar and argue.

That he couldn't die like this.

As he desperately held on to his consciousness, the faint figure of the assassin became clear.

He, who was holding daggers in both hands, was getting closer and closer.

As if the world had slowed down, the assassin also approached slowly.

At that, Jin Sohyun's rapidly spinning brain finally found a way to live.

Jin Sohyun's two hands moved on their own.

His hands went up the assassin's two hands and quickly swept his upper body.

The Three Thousand Transformations of the Maitreya's Three Thousand Transformations, which was unfolded without even his own awareness.

The assassin, whose upper body was instantly subdued, stopped in his tracks.

"Kkeueup!"

The last momentary opportunity given.

Jin Sohyun snatched the dagger from the assassin's grasp and slit his throat.

The assassin, whose throat was slit, spewed blood and died on the spot.

Now all that was left was Jin Sohyun, who was covered in the blood of the assassins.

"Hoo... huaa..."

Jin Sohyun, who was gasping for breath and staggering, realized that the silver threads that had been surrounding him were squirming like living creatures.

"Not only all the first-class assassins, but all the special-class assassins have fallen without being able to kill one person."

The old man with his hands hanging limply.

It was Nameless.

"To train a special-class assassin, an astronomical amount of cost and time is needed. Do you know why?"

"..."

Jin Sohyun didn't even have the energy to answer.

"Out of ten thousand children, only a thousand become assassins. Only one out of ten can become an assassin. Out of the thousand selected in this way, only a hundred can reach the first class. This time too, only one out of the ten selected can become a first-class assassin."

Every time Nameless's hand moved, the silver threads tightened.

Thick trees were cut down, and branches and leaves poured down like rain.

"Among the assassins who have become first-class in this way, there are almost no one who survives until they become special-class. Only a very small number of assassins with innate talent can survive for a long time and become special-class."

Now Nameless's hands were spread wide.

As the silver threads tightened, Jin Sohyun moved his body.

But.

The silver threads followed Jin Sohyun persistently, as if they were alive.

"Ugh!"

Finally, one of the many silver threads caught Jin Sohyun's ankle.

As his leg was caught, the other ankle and one wrist.

His thigh, shoulder, and waist were caught by the silver threads.

Jin Sohyun, whose limbs were bound, struggled like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, but the silver threads did not break and were pulled even tighter.

"The special-class and first-class... the power that constituted the Nameless Pavilion has disappeared. To catch you, one person."

Nameless stood facing Jin Sohyun.

"Congratulations, Jin Sohyun. You have succeeded in practically destroying the Nameless Pavilion, and it will take at least a hundred years for the Nameless Pavilion to be rebuilt... so it can be seen that you have brought a short peace to the martial world."

The smile on Nameless's face, who was congratulating him, disappeared.

"But the orthodox martial world has lost a more precious existence, so the peace you have achieved will soon disappear. Now the orthodox path will collapse, and the era of the dark path will come."

As Nameless's index and ring fingers moved at the same time, one of the silver threads wrapped around Jin Sohyun's neck.

"Kkeuk!"

"Although the Nameless Pavilion will not be able to be with the times."

But it didn't matter.

Because today, the Nameless Pavilion had achieved a great feat.

"Just by killing Jin Sohyun, the Nameless Pavilion will leave its name as a great existence."

To put an end to it, Nameless spread his two hands to the left and right.

Now the silver threads that wrapped around Jin Sohyun's body would tear his body to shreds.

At that moment.

He retrieved a flying sword with his unbound right hand.

He put all his remaining internal energy into it and aimed the flying sword at Nameless.

"It's useless."

The pressure became even stronger, and the silver threads dug into his skin.

And yet, Jin Sohyun's blue light became even deeper.

Soon, the flying sword that had left his hand approached Nameless at a slow speed that was incomparable to what had been seen so far.

"With just this..."

Nameless had no intention of being hit by the slowly approaching flying sword.

But a problem arose.

‘What is this!?’

He could not escape from the slowly approaching flying sword.

The flying sword was slow, but it was sucking in the surrounding air.

The vortex created around the body of the sword absorbed the surrounding air, and thanks to that, Nameless was pulled towards the flying sword regardless of his will.

‘It’s dangerous!’

He felt a strength that was incomparable to what had been seen so far.

Nameless, who felt a fear as if his blood were freezing for the first time in his life, retrieved all the silver threads and stretched out both hands forward with force.

Dozens of branches of silver threads surrounded the flying sword all at once.

‘Twist the direction…’

His silver threads, which could withstand even the slash of a transcendent master, were cut off every time they touched the flying sword.

He didn't even feel any repulsive force.

It was as if.

"Annihilation..."

It was as if he were seeing the annihilation of existence.

Even Nameless, who had survived by accumulating long experience, could not know how this was possible.

What was important now was only that he had to escape from the flying sword.

"Block it... block it, I say!"

At Nameless's shout, the remaining assassins who were waiting all at once threw their bodies.

They set up a wall with their own bodies to protect Nameless.

‘I have to get out of the path of the flying sword in this gap.’

Nameless, who had found a little leeway thanks to the assassins who had blocked the front, risking their lives, escaped from the vortex and threw his body.

‘Jin Sohyun is at his limit anyway. This must be his last struggle. If I just avoid this, I’ll kill him next time!’

Nameless, who had made a plan, raised his head.

And in front of him.

There was a flying sword.

"Why..."

Before the question could even fade, the flying sword passed through Nameless's crown.

Thud—!

Jin Sohyun, who had confirmed Nameless's death, staggered and leaned his back against a tree.

Not a handful of internal energy remained in his empty dantian.

Perhaps because he had bled from all over his body, he did not feel any pain, but his mind was hazy as if his thoughts had stopped.

"Cough!"

He vomited a handful of blood.

"Haa..."

Jin Sohyun's head slowly tilted as he looked up at the sun that had risen above his head.

Soon, his body slid down under the tree.

(End of Chapter)