The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Fist Saint Ju Opal.

Of course, it was a title and name that Jin Sohyun, who was as good as blind to the martial world, had never heard of.

Ju Opal walked barefoot without shoes and looked Jin Sohyun up and down.

“Keum! Who are you.”

“I just liked the waterfall, so I was watching it.”

Ju Opal glared at the flying sword visible in Jin Sohyun’s bosom.

“That… is it a sword?”

“Yes. It’s a flying sword.”

“Hmph! To be born a man, this body alone is enough! Where are you relying on a blade!”

It was a statement that would have made Kang Cheon try to kill Ju Opal on the spot if he had heard it.

But Jin Sohyun didn't care much.

The fist is the best!

The fist is the strongest weapon!

If you’re a man, you should rule the world with just your fists!

Because there was Beomgang, the one and only disciple of the Fist King, who claimed so.

Jin Sohyun, who had already become accustomed to the words of the fist masters, moved far away from the rock.

“Then, please train.”

Jin Sohyun sat down and started a bonfire.

Ju Opal, who was watching this with displeasure, shouted again with an angry voice.

“Hey! Aren’t you going to get lost!?”

“Why?”

“Why! I told you this is the training ground of this Fist Saint!”

“Is this land owned by you, Great Master Ju?”

“No.”

At Ju Opal’s confident answer, Jin Sohyun lay down openly.

After that, Ju Opal talked a lot, but Jin Sohyun didn't even listen.

“Damn it… kids these days are so arrogant, it pierces the heavens!”

Ju Opal grumbled and stood on the rock where the waterfall was visible from the front, taking a stance.

He lowered his upper body, stretched his two legs back and forth, and extended his left arm forward.

“Phew—!”

After taking a breath.

“Hup!”

With a shout, Ju Opal’s right fist was extended forward.

Paang—!

Ju Opal’s fist strike caused a small ripple in the falling waterfall.

Water droplets splashed up small.

“Ooh…”

Jin Sohyun, who was watching this, clapped his hands small.

At that, Ju Opal’s shoulders flinched slightly.

“Be quiet! I have to concentrate!”

Although he was angry, a faint smile was on Ju Opal’s lips.

After that, Ju Opal threw a total of five fist strikes over two hours.

Every time, the fist wind that hit the waterfall caused a disturbance, and water droplets splashed in all directions.

“Phew—!”

Ju Opal stealthily looked back.

Jin Sohyun, who was covered in a blanket he had gotten from somewhere, clapped his hands small.

“You’re amazing.”

“Hmph!”

Ju Opal came down from the rock and sat in front of the bonfire.

“What are you doing, still not gone?”

“I’m warming myself by the fire.”

“If you’ve seen enough, then get lost. Know that it’s an honor to see the training of this Fist Saint.”

“How long have you been training?”

At Jin Sohyun’s question, Ju Opal crossed his arms and said.

“30 years.”

“Wow… you’ve been training for that long?”

“Yes. For 30 years, I’ve come up here every single day and trained my fist technique. Someday, my fist will split that waterfall.”

“That’s cool.”

Ju Opal looked at Jin Sohyun with a peculiar gaze.

No selfish motives could be felt on his innocent face.

Moreover, his deep eyes made one feel as if they were being sucked in just by looking at them.

“You’re a strange fellow.”

“I hear that often.”

Jin Sohyun took out a rice ball from his bosom and handed it to Ju Opal.

“I’m fine.”

“It’s okay. I brought a few more.”

As he said, Jin Sohyun took out a few more rice balls.

At that, Ju Opal also obediently took the rice ball and chewed it, filling his mouth.

“It’s… delicious!”

“Right? I heard it’s a rice ball made by a pretty famous cook. He was grumbling that he used ingredients that were too good for a rice ball.”

Ju Opal, who was chewing the rice ball and glancing at Jin Sohyun, asked in a subtle voice.

“Why did you come here? It doesn’t seem like you just came to see the waterfall.”

“I also came for training.”

“Really? Try it.”

Watching another’s martial arts training was a very rude act in the martial world.

But the two didn't know much about the etiquette of the martial world.

Jin Sohyun nodded his head, stood up from his seat, took out a flying sword, and threw it.

The flying sword that flew like an arrow was sucked into the waterfall.

‘This bastard… he’s pretty good?’

Ju Opal, who had not felt the unique momentum of a strong person from Jin Sohyun, had thought of him as a third-rate martial artist.

But looking at the posture and momentum of throwing the flying sword, it was unusual.

“Well… it’s usable. But then, what’s the difference between that and just throwing a big hidden weapon. A man is a fist! A fist!”

Ju Opal, who had shot up, extended his trained fist.

His fist, which was deeply calloused, looked as hard as a stone.

“Please teach me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Your fist technique, Great Master Ju.”

“M-my Explosive Fist Technique?”

“Yes.”

At the very confident attitude, Ju Opal was at a loss for words for a moment.

He had never thought of taking a disciple in the first place, so he stuttered.

“Y-you must already have a master… and even if you learn my fist technique now…”

“You said a man is a fist. I also want to use my fists a little. Wouldn't it be helpful if I learned from a strong person like you, Great Master Ju?”

“Well… if it’s a fist technique…”

“I’m asking you. I’ll even pay you a tuition fee if you need it.”

“…Okay! But my training method is harsh, so you have to follow it well.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s start with five hundred push-ups!”

Ju Opal shouted, getting down on the bare ground.

“What are you dawdling for. Get down.”

Jin Sohyun, who was standing with a half-dead face, said shortly and firmly.

“Is there anything else.”

***

The martial artists were divided into two.

Gu Jucheol, Gwak Myeong, Cheon Gasung, Cheon Yerang, and Jong Ryeo'ak, who were headed for Yichang, ran without a break.

They crossed mountains and rivers.

Gu Jucheol and the martial artists, who had barely arrived at Yichang, went straight into the Yichang branch.

But.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

The martial artists of the Alliance, who were from the Yichang branch and were carrying materials, recognized Gu Jucheol and Gwak Myeong and greeted them warmly.

“Is the Yichang branch okay?”

“Yes. Is there something wrong?”

The branch lord of the Yichang branch, who had come after hearing the noise, had a puzzled expression.

At that, Gwak Myeong briefly explained what had happened at the Nanchang branch.

The branch lord’s face turned pale.

“That… that can’t be…”

“You didn’t hear the news?”

“That’s right. Just a few days ago, the Nanchang branch lord and I were exchanging greetings.”

“A few days ago?”

Then it meant that the Nanchang branch had been attacked relatively recently.

“Ugh…”

At that moment, the girl who was being carried on Jong Ryeo'ak’s back opened her eyes.

“Are you awake?”

“Ah, yes… where am I?”

As Jong Ryeo'ak carefully put the girl down, Gwak Myeong approached, lowered his posture, and met the girl’s eyes.

“I am a martial artist from the Martial Alliance.”

The girl, who had come to her senses, trembled, her memory returning.

Fear and sadness were clearly felt in the girl’s watery eyes.

“I know it’s hard… but can you explain what happened in Nanchang?”

“I don’t know… a man appeared… and everyone died. Everyone… and the man saw me.”

“He saw you?”

“Yes… but… he just left.”

He just left?

Gu Jucheol and Gwak Myeong looked at each other.

Gu Jucheol, who had been thinking for a moment, said.

“He might have thought that there was no need to kill her since she has no internal energy.”

“It seems so. But if this is the case, the Nanyang side might be in danger.”

“There’s no time!”

Peng Ohyun and Yeom Yoa headed for the Nanyang branch.

Although he did not doubt their skills, the opponent was a strong person who had fought on equal terms with the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

If he had devoured the martial artists of the Alliance and had grown even stronger.

Peng Ohyun and Yeom Yoa could be in danger.

“I’ll leave the child to you.”

“Leave it to me.”

Gwak Myeong, who had left the girl at the Yichang branch, left the branch with Gu Jucheol.

But at that moment, Cheon Yerang stopped in her tracks and looked back.

Because of this, Cheon Gasung and Jong Ryeo'ak, who were running behind Cheon Yerang, also had to stop.

“What!?”

At Jong Ryeo'ak’s annoyed voice, Gu Jucheol and Gwak Myeong, who were running ahead, also had to stop.

“What’s wrong?”

As Gwak Myeong asked, Cheon Yerang said in a hurry.

“The Blood-Sucking Sword Demon spared the girl. He probably had no reason to kill her since she had no internal energy, but if that’s not the reason…”

Gwak Myeong’s gaze shook slightly.

Cheon Yerang, who was lost in thought, continued.

“If he deliberately massacred the martial artists of the branch and took their blood, it could be a feint.”

“A feint for what? Do you have anything in mind.”

Gwak Myeong’s voice had become desperate.

And this time, Cheon Yerang asked.

“Is there a master nearby that the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon would covet? A well-known… master of at least the peak realm.”

Gwak Myeong returned to the Yichang branch without delay.

At that, the Yichang branch lord greeted Gwak Myeong with a worried face.

“Is there something wrong again?”

“Branch lord! Who is the most famous master residing in Hubei? Among the masters of at least the peak realm!”

“That is…”

The branch lord, who was rolling his eyes and thinking, said with his eyes wide open.

“There is one person who comes to mind.”

“Who is it!”

“One of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains… the Sword Saint, Hong Yumong.”

“My goodness…”

Gwak Myeong, who had immediately left the branch, ran with all his might toward his party, who were waiting for him.

“Did you find out?”

“The Blood-Sucking Sword Demon’s target is Master Hong Yumong.”

“The Sword Saint! So the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains were the target!”

Gu Jucheol let out a groan.

“We have to move now! If even the Sword Saint falls to the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon… he can no longer be stopped!”

There was no time.

The Sword Saint, Hong Yumong, was one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, a strong person who could not find an opponent.

But the anxiety in the martial artists’ hearts grew with time.

If even the Sword Saint fell to the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon.

They had to face the Blood-Sucking Sword Demon, who had taken the lightness skill of the Shadowless Ghost and the sword technique of the Sword Saint.

“Let’s go!”

Gu Jucheol unfolded his lightness skill, pouring out his internal energy without reservation, and following him, the four martial artists were shot out at a fast speed as if cutting through space.

***

“Heok… heok…”

The young woman, who was holding a sword in her bosom, staggered and then quickly collapsed.

“It can’t be…”

Her pale lips trembled.

Fear.

Sadness.

It grabbed her ankle and wouldn't let go.

Nevertheless, the woman bit her lip and barely stood up.

Blood flowed from her torn lips, but she didn't feel any pain now.

‘I have to move. But where?’

Where should I go?

The woman walked along the path, being hit by the snow falling from the sky.

And on the footprints that were made along the path she had passed, snow piled up.

“Keuuuuk keuhaak!!”

His whole body swelled up as if it would tear and then contracted repeatedly.

His lower abdomen was hot as if he had swallowed fire, and his pressure points swelled as if they would tear his skin.

“Keuaaak!!”

Only after overcoming the head-splitting pain could Ma Seongun open his eyes.

“This is… the power of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains!”

In front of him, the figure of Hong Yumong, who was dead with the Bloodstone Sword embedded in her heart, was visible.

She was strong.

The huge sword that came, as if to crush a mountain, as if the title of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains was not obtained for nothing, shattered Ma Seongun’s muscles and bones.

But Ma Seongun did not collapse.

The Blood Jade in his body did not allow Ma Seongun’s defeat.

The shattered bones and muscles recovered quickly.

—You have a power beyond human!

Hong Yumong had said this and had driven Ma Seongun with all her might, preparing for death.

The quiet little garden was left with only dust due to the clash between Hong Yumong and Ma Seongun.

After the fight between the two masters, which was as if the heavens and the earth were being overturned, ended.

The Bloodstone Sword was embedded in Hong Yumong’s heart.

At that moment, Hong Yumong squeezed out her last strength and threw her sword with all her might.

The sword, imbued with the power of the Sword Saint, flew quickly and shattered the wall.

—Hurry… go!

After her shout, the young woman who had been hiding picked up Hong Yumong’s fallen sword and ran away.

Ma Seongun did not bother to chase the woman.

Because his target was Hong Yumong all along.

“It’s overflowing… a power so strong that I can’t handle it…”

And the essence of the Sword Saint’s sword techniques filled his mind.

A sly smile spread across Ma Seongun’s lips.

“The best under heaven. No, the best of all time.”

A blood-red ki soared from his body.

“Jin Sohyun… this time, I will stand above the heavens in your place.”

(End of Chapter)