The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

With a sharp sound of tearing through the air, a spear grazed past Namgung Muhyeok’s sword.

“Keuk!”

Spear throwing.

A type of martial art rarely seen in the martial world, much like Kang Cheon’s flying sword technique.

The act of throwing a weapon itself was too risky, so it was natural that throwing-type martial arts, except for archery and hidden weapon techniques, did not develop much.

That’s why Namgung Muhyeok had to grit his teeth even harder.

To have survived until now with a martial art that had more disadvantages than advantages.

It meant that he was that strong.

Kaang—!

Namgung Muhyeok, who had blocked the second thrown spear, was pushed back two steps.

The power contained in the tip of the spear was so heavy that every time he struck the spear, he felt a pressure as if he were striking a huge rock.

“Indeed.”

Masok, one of the Five Evils of the heretic path, the Dragon Throwing Killing Evil, was genuinely impressed.

The state of Namgung Muhyeok he was facing was not normal.

After the great explosion that had surprised even him, Namgung Muhyeok had suffered a great internal injury and was exhausted both mentally and physically from the continuous fighting.

And yet he had struck his spear twice.

“The reputation of the Golden Dragon Divine Sword is not false.”

“…”

Namgung Muhyeok felt the blood flowing in his palm and gripped his sword even tighter.

“It is a pity that I could not have a fair fight with you.”

“Are you planning to fight with your mouth?”

Facing the unbreakable sword of Namgung, Masok slowly nodded his head.

And he gripped the third spear with both hands.

Masok lowered his posture and turned his waist.

Eudeudeuk—!!

Masok’s two feet, which were supporting his body, dug deep into the ground.

A red energy swirled at the tip of the spear.

Feeling that the power contained within it was unusual, Namgung Muhyeok raised his internal energy. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

‘Can I block it?’

Namgung Muhyeok squeezed his eyes shut.

Do not doubt.

It is the sword I have held my whole life.

It is the sword technique I have wielded my whole life.

Believe in my sword.

When Namgung Muhyeok opened his eyes again, a spear that had left Masok’s hand had come right in front of him.

He raised his sword.

It was a sword stained with a golden light.

Kaang—!!

A slash shining with a golden light deflected the third thrown spear.

‘It’s not the end.’

Namgung Muhyeok cut down the fourth thrown spear that came flying in succession.

Whether it was made of black iron or mixed with cold iron, the spear that Masok had sent flying was not cut by Namgung Muhyeok’s sword qi.

But just striking it was enough.

He took a step with the slash.

One step.

And another step.

Namgung Muhyeok continued to move forward, striking and striking again the honestly extending thrown spears of Masok.

When the number of spears he had struck reached seven, he was only five steps away from Masok.

“Amazing.”

Masok honestly had no expectations for Namgung Muhyeok.

It was the same even if he was the family head of the Namgung Clan, who was called the Golden Dragon Divine Sword.

What Masok wanted was a fight with a strong person.

Fighting with a wounded and dying beast was not his hobby.

But Namgung Muhyeok was not.

“Excellent.”

Masok took out a spear.

Unlike the other spears that had no particular features, that spear had a red feather on its shaft, and its blade was about twice as long.

“Show me your potential. Namgung.”

“Hooop—!”

After inhaling the cold air, he exhaled with a hot breath.

At the same time, Namgung Muhyeok’s sword and Masok’s spear clashed.

Changchangchang—!!

The spear blade and the sword blade clashed fiercely in the air.

Sparks flew, and the sharp edge created by the blades tore through the air.

Namgung Muhyeok’s martial arts uniform was torn, and blood spurted from large and small cuts.

It was the same for Masok.

“Hahahaha!!”

Masok, who had wanted a fight with a strong person, was greatly satisfied with the fight with Namgung Muhyeok.

The two martial artists swung their spears and swords fiercely like madmen, and the shockwaves created every time a slash and a slash clashed shook the surroundings.

“Damn it! I almost died, didn’t I?”

The men of the heretic path, who had thought that Namgung Muhyeok was dying and had tried to cut his neck, slowly retreated with disgusted faces.

If they approached carelessly, their bodies would be torn apart by the shockwaves created by the two masters.

“Come!”

Masok kicked the ground hard, ran, and thrust his spear towards Namgung Muhyeok’s chest.

At this, Namgung Muhyeok twisted his sword to protect his chest.

The tip of the spear pressed down on the blade.

“Keuk!”

While Namgung Muhyeok was supporting his body by planting his left foot on the ground, Masok put strength into his right hand that was holding the spear and twisted his waist.

“My spear throwing technique does not care about distance.”

With those words, an explosive power burst from the tip of the spear.

The surprised Namgung Muhyeok retreated, and the spear followed.

As the tip of the spear, which was emitting a red light and was persistently pursuing Namgung Muhyeok, finally dug into his chest, Namgung Muhyeok held his sword in a reverse grip and pressed down on the spear shaft.

Thump—!

Although he succeeded in twisting the path of the spear, Namgung Muhyeok had to grab his side.

The spear, which contained Masok’s power, had finally made a hole the size of a child’s fist in Namgung Muhyeok’s waist.

As blood poured out, Namgung Muhyeok stopped the bleeding by pressing his vital points and then had to immediately swing his sword.

It was then.

Was it because he had swung it in a hurry?

Namgung Muhyeok’s body lost its balance and staggered.

And Masok did not miss this.

A spear suddenly appeared.

The spear that Masok had personally held and thrust accurately pierced Namgung Muhyeok’s glabella.

“Did you… aim for this?”

Namgung Muhyeok’s head, which was caught on the tip of the spear, faded away.

It was an afterimage.

And from below Masok’s chest, a dazzling golden light soared.

There, Namgung Muhyeok was kneeling on one knee, holding a sword stained with gold.

The hole in his waist.

The loss of balance and staggering.

All of it was for this moment.

“Yes.”

Not even once.

I have never doubted my sword.

Namgung Muhyeok’s sword cut Masok’s waist.

Kagagagang—!!

The tip of his hand was heavy.

It was not the sensation felt when cutting a human’s waist.

‘Iron armor!?’

Namgung Muhyeok realized that Masok was wearing armor in his chest.

‘Tsk!’

Namgung Muhyeok was angry.

If his body and internal energy had been normal, he would have cut through it together, no matter how hard the armor was.

But with the power that Namgung Muhyeok had now, he could not cut Masok and the armor at the same time.

‘I need a follow-up.’

His instinct was telling him.

That there would be no second time.

Now was the last moment he could make the sword qi bloom.

‘Don’t stop the sword.’

He forcibly twisted the sword path that had already reached its destination.

His muscles screamed, and his meridians shook due to the lack of internal energy.

Nevertheless, Namgung Muhyeok had to do it.

“Keuk!”

While spitting out the blood that was gushing out without being able to swallow it back, Namgung Muhyeok twisted his waist with all his might and swung his sword.

This was an attack that even Masok had not expected.

He hurriedly raised his spear to block Namgung Muhyeok’s sword, but the sword of the Golden Dragon, shining with a brilliant golden light, came, cutting Masok’s spear shaft in half.

Uddook—!

Masok saw Namgung Muhyeok’s sword that had stopped in front of his eyes.

If it had come a little closer, his sword would have split Masok’s head in half.

But Namgung Muhyeok’s sword, which had been shining brilliantly with a golden light, no longer shone.

“Keolleok…!”

Namgung Muhyeok, who had coughed up blood, slowly lowered his gaze.

Following him, Masok also lowered his gaze.

Where their gazes landed, there was a spear.

A long spear that had pierced Namgung Muhyeok’s abdomen.

“Hahaha! Are you okay! Master!”

Masok, who had turned his head at the familiar voice, discovered a spear thrower who resembled him.

He said with a slow walk and a face full of joy.

“Fortunately, I was not late.”

“What… are you doing.”

The middle-aged man asked with a face that did not understand.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing!!”

Masok kicked the approaching middle-aged man with all his might.

The kicked man rolled on the ground and then stood up with an angry face.

“What is this! I saved you, Master!”

“First.”

Masok said, grabbing the man’s hair tightly.

“You are not my disciple.”

“I am…!”

“Second.”

As a strong killing intent was emitted from Masok’s eyes, the man stopped what he was about to say and had to tremble his body.

“You interfered with my fight.”

The man, who had finally realized his mistake, knelt on the ground and begged.

“…I’m sorry! I dared to interfere with the fight of the Dragon Throwing Killing Evil…!”

Masok kicked the man’s chin hard and then turned around without any lingering attachment.

“Namgung…”

Namgung Muhyeok, with a spear stuck in his abdomen, was standing, breathing shallowly.

It seemed he didn’t even have the strength to pull out the spear, but his right hand still held a sword.

“I apologize.”

Masok personally pulled out the spear stuck in Namgung Muhyeok’s abdomen.

Blood poured out, but he didn’t care.

Anyway, Namgung Muhyeok would not be able to get out of here alive.

“You were an excellent martial artist and swordsman.”

“What are you doing? Great Master Ma.”

Behind Masok, who was exchanging greetings with Namgung Muhyeok, Churyeonghoe approached, swaying.

Behind her, five martial artists in white were lying, bleeding from their seven orifices.

“Oh my! Isn’t that the family head of the Namgung Clan?”

Churyeonghoe caressed Namgung Muhyeok’s cheek.

“You were fishing for such a big fish all by yourself?”

“Get out of the way.”

“He’s dying. What a pity.”

“Show some respect. He was an excellent martial artist.”

“Huh… Great Master Ma! This person is our enemy. And we are in the middle of a war. Don’t tell me you forgot?”

“I won’t say it twice.”

“Tsk! I wanted to take the head of the Golden Dragon Divine Sword myself.”

“Get lost!”

At the sharp shout, Masok and Churyeonghoe turned their heads in the direction where the voice was heard.

There stood two young men and women with their eyes full of hatred and killing intent.

“Who are you?”

Churyeonghoe noticed that the flow of the battlefield had changed a little.

One side of the wall of the heretic martial world, which had surrounded them without an escape route, had collapsed.

And at its center were young martial artists.

Namely, the late-stage prospects of the righteous martial world.

“Get your dirty hands off the family head.”

“Family head… aha! You are the babies of the Namgung Clan?”

Churyeonghoe scanned the battlefield with shining eyes like a child who had found something interesting.

“It’s not enough to just breathe quietly like insects… you’ve finally come to die.”

“Shut up.”

“Kalkalkal!”

Churyeonghoe laughed and took out two small bells the size of her palm from both hands.

“I couldn’t kill the Golden Dragon Divine Sword with my own hands, but I can kill the two children with my own hands.”

Churyeonghoe, who was enjoying herself, was about to ring the bell.

But something was strange.

Not only Namgung Seoru and Namgung Seong, who were in front of her, but also the newly appeared young late-stage prospects.

And the gazes of all the martial artists were directed to the same place.

‘What is it?’

Churyeonghoe, who could not bear the curiosity, turned around.

And she saw it.

“Blood Demon…”

The Blood Demon, Ma Seongun.

The number one disaster of the heretic path, who had been silent until now, had finally walked.

He was just walking.

Everyone’s attention was focused on him.

His hand gestures, his steps.

At every trivial movement, the martial artists had to hold their breath in tension.

“He’s finally moving. I was wondering what he was doing, being so quiet until now.”

Churyeonghoe smiled, enjoying the strange trembling.

Next to the enjoying Churyeonghoe, Akdongji approached.

“Old evil. It’s a good thing. The Blood Demon you were so curious about has finally moved.”

“…”

Unlike the enjoying Churyeonghoe, Akdongji was not enjoying the current situation.

He was just looking at a completely different place from the others with a pale face.

“What are you looking at?”

“He came… he came. That’s why… the Blood Demon moved.”

“What do you mean by that? Tell me so I can understand.”

Akdongji swallowed his dry saliva and gripped his curved sword tightly.

“That bastard came.”

Ma Seongun raised his head.

The reason he had come to the battlefield was not to soothe his terrible hunger.

Ma Seongun’s gaze turned to the end of the horizon.

He was coming from there.

Ma Seongun raised his hand and smiled coldly.

“I should prepare a reunion gift.”

(End of Chapter)