The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

“10th unit, prepare to advance!!”

“Finally! You bandit bastards! Get ready!”

At Kang Seopyeong’s shout, the bandits gripped their weapons and finished their preparations to advance.

Next to them were the wanderer who had participated as members of the Hao Sect.

“Are those bastards trustworthy?”

At Gilsimun’s question, Kang Seopyeong smiled lightly.

“Right now, we even need the strength of the village parakho who are strutting around with skills that aren’t even third-rate. Those bastards will also value their own lives, so they’ll fight well on their own.”

“Indeed… that’s true.”

As Kang Seopyeong had said, now was a situation where every single person was precious.

Wanderer and bandits.

A combination that would never get along stood shoulder to shoulder.

“Dodge well on your own. Don’t get stabbed and die by acting up in the front.”

As the bandits said, chuckling, the wanderer also said, as if it were ridiculous.

“You bandits… you should be careful not to die from a blind sword. Well, I doubt those who were cooped up in the mountains can even fight properly.”

“You bastards who only care about money are strutting around.”

“It’s better than you bastards who only steal.”

The bandits and wanderer growled at each other, not wanting to be pushed back.

Kang Seopyeong did not stop them, who were endlessly criticizing each other.

‘Rather, this is better.’

Now was a time to bluff, even if they didn’t have it.

‘Anyway, this place will be hell.’

A master of Kang Seopyeong’s level could feel the situation inside.

The fight between the righteous and heretic paths, which had bet the future of the martial world, was now reaching its climax.

“Everyone, listen carefully!”

Kang Seopyeong raised his voice.

His voice, which was imbued with internal energy, was clearly heard by both the bandits and the wanderer.

“This place ahead will be more tragic than you can imagine. If there is a hell, it would look like this. But… don’t hesitate. If we hesitate, all the lives that were sacrificed to open the path ahead will be in vain.”

At Kang Seopyeong’s serious speech, which was different from usual and did not feel playful, the bandits and wanderer swallowed their dry saliva and tensed their bodies.

Soon after, Zhuge Suk shouted.

“10th unit, advance!”

“Advance!!”

“Let’s go! You bastards!”

“Let’s kill all the bastards in black clothes!”

As if it had been promised in advance, the wanderer and bandits rushed forward with all their might.

They entered the entrance that smelled of blood and crossed the martial artists who were still fighting for their lives to prevent the path from being closed.

But that too, their steps soon slowed down.

“Damn… shiiit…”

The wanderer and bandits, who had entered the old site of the Martial Alliance, were at a loss for words at the hellish scene that unfolded before their eyes.

In that space, which was filled only with death, they couldn’t even breathe properly.

At that moment, Kang Seopyeong flew and stood at the forefront.

“What are you doing! Run!!”

Kang Seopyeong’s shout, which was reminiscent of a lion’s roar, awakened the spirits of the dazed bandits and wanderer.

“From now on, just look forward and run! Don’t even look back or to the side!”

Kang Seopyeong, who had finished speaking, rushed forward.

“Follow my back!”

“Yes!”

“Let’s go! Follow the General Leader!”

The branch masters, who had come to their senses first, encouraged their subordinates and ran along the path that the martial artists in white who had opened the path ahead had made.

Meanwhile, Wiso, who had at some point joined the battlefield, reached out to the old man standing next to him.

“Please. Come back.”

Ilgaek nodded his head and walked forward.

His steps followed the bandits and wanderer.

“Phew… I can see the end now.”

Wiso moistened his dry lips with his tongue and looked up at Zhuge Suk, who was watching the battlefield.

The expression of Zhuge Suk, who was seeing through everything, could not be read.

‘What is he thinking?’

Now, what was left was the 11th and 12th units.

The future of the martial world was as good as dependent on those two.

And finally.

“11th unit, prepare to advance!”

With the shout to prepare to advance, Gwak Myeong, Yeom Yoa, Heonwonhu, and Beom U stood at the entrance with the disciples of their respective pavilions.

The faces of the young late-stage prospects were clearly tense.

Even without that, it was felt from the skin first.

The smell of blood coming from the front and the desperate screams of the martial artists. And the sharp killing intent.

“Are you afraid?”

At Gwak Myeong’s question, the young martial artists could not answer anything.

Because if they answered that they were afraid here, it seemed that the resolve they had barely gathered would collapse, and to say that they were not afraid was a lie.

As everyone was hesitating like that, Gwak Myeong smiled faintly and said.

“I am afraid.”

At the unexpected answer, as the young martial artists were making a puzzled expression, Gwak Myeong continued.

“Fear is a very natural emotion. You have to face fear to finally know your own strength. So you can be as afraid as you want, and you can tremble as much as you want. But from the moment you cross that gate.”

Gwak Myeong drew his sword.

“You are martial artists.”

Following Gwak Myeong’s advice to accept fear and face their own strength, the martial artists placed their hands on their sword hilts and caught their breath.

As they accepted death and the fear of it, the pressure that had been heavily pressing on their chests disappeared.

‘Is it because I accepted it?’

Soon, Zhuge Suk, who was standing on the tower, looked down at his feet.

There, the young martial artists were waiting to advance.

Among them were also martial artists from the Zhuge Clan.

“11th unit!”

At Zhuge Suk’s shout, the young martial artists raised their heads with all their might.

“Advance!”

With the declaration of advance, Gwak Myeong stood at the forefront.

Next to him, Yeom Yoa stood shoulder to shoulder, and the other two masters took charge of the rear of the young martial artists.

“Shall we go?”

At Yeom Yoa’s question, Gwak Myeong nodded his head and stepped towards hell.

“Let’s go.”

***

The advance of the 11th unit.

The singing voice that had been filling the tent had also disappeared at some point.

Cheon Yerang caressed the hilt of the Baekcheon Sword and took a long, deep breath.

At this, Jin Sohyun also stood up from his seat and checked his flying sword sheath and the flying swords stuck in it.

Since he had already checked them several times, the sharply forged flying swords were preparing for battle.

‘Master.’

Jin Sohyun raised his head, feeling the ten flying swords, which were a gift from Bieunggaek, with his fingertips.

Following that, the entrance of the tent opened, and the first gate came into view.

At the same time, the scenery of the battlefield, which he had only felt with sound and qi sense until now, now came into his eyes.

Thump— thump—!

His heart was beating fast.

“Young Master Jin.”

At that moment, Cheon Yerang called Jin Sohyun’s name.

“I will be with you.”

The expression of Jin Sohyun, who was looking at the battlefield with a hardened expression, softened a little.

At the same time, Namgung Seoru, Cheon Gasung, and Jong Ryeo'ak and Hyeok’ugun appeared in order.

“Are you nervous?”

At Jong Ryeo'ak’s question, Jin Sohyun smiled faintly.

“Yes.”

“Me too. So… don’t lose.”

At Jong Ryeo'ak’s voice, which felt sincere, Jin Sohyun nodded his head.

“Brother! We are all ready!”

Following that, Beom Kang and Yonghui, who had finished their preparations to advance, also came to Jin Sohyun’s side.

With this, the young martial artists who would escort the sword of the righteous path that would pierce the heart of the Heretic Path's Alliance gathered in one place.

Cheon Gasung looked at the martial artists who had gathered in one place and Jin Sohyun once each and then said.

“Our role is to guide Jin Sohyun to the place where the Blood Demon is. So Jin Sohyun… you do what you have to do, no matter what happens to us.”

Jin Sohyun nodded his head.

“Even if one of us dies.”

“I know.”

While Jin Sohyun was firmly making up his mind, Zhuge Suk, who was looking down at him from above, bit his lip.

“…It’s finally the end.”

The final moment of the Righteous-Heretic War had come.

Zhuge Suk raised his eye power and looked across the battlefield.

Zhuge Suk, who was coldly examining the situation of the war, inhaled and then shouted.

“12th unit… prepare to advance!”

***

At the fourth gate, the human wave tactics of the heretic martial world were waiting.

The martial artists of the Heretic Path's Alliance, who had been secretly raising their strength until now, had gathered in one place for this one war.

And Cheon Yusin and the martial artists in white, who had arrived at the fourth gate, bravely fought against them.

“Break through to the front! We can’t be pushed back!”

Cheon Yusin encouraged the martial artists and called the White Sword Unit and So Wigyeon.

“White Sword Unit Leader!”

“Yes! Palace Lord!”

“Open the path.”

Normally, Cheon Yusin would have opened the path himself.

Because he had the strength to do so.

But now Cheon Yusin could not open the path himself.

‘He has to preserve his strength.’

So Wigyeon, who had realized Cheon Yusin’s inner thoughts, nodded his head, raised his sword high, and shouted.

“White Sword Unit, follow me!!”

So Wigyeon said this and explosively raised his internal energy.

Kwagagang—!! 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The swords of the White Sword Unit began to break through the front.

The momentum of the righteous martial world burned once again.

As the White Sword Unit, with So Wigyeon at the forefront, put their bodies forward and broke through the path, Cheon Yusin shouted.

“Break through the path first!”

“Yes!”

“Cheongheo Jinren, Jeongu Satae!”

At Cheon Yusin’s shout, the two nodded their heads and were divided into left and right, and following this, the martial artists of the Wudang Sect and the Kunlun Sect of the 9th unit, who had entered with Cheon Yusin, began to open a path.

“Get out of the way! You bastards!!”

Especially the Wudang Sect, which had lost its sect leader and the Three Swords of Wudang to Ma Seongun, pushed the men in black even more fiercely.

“See the wrath of Wudang clearly!”

The Daoists of Wudang pushed back the men in black with a very aggressive sword style, not the characteristic soft sword style of Wudang.

This time too, as numerous martial artists were falling as corpses, So Wigyeon of the White Sword Unit, who was ahead, finally stood in front of the firmly closed last gate.

“We’ve finally come this far.”

Stepping on the sacrifice of countless martial artists in white.

So Wigyeon, who had finally reached the last gate, raised his sword high towards the gate.

His blade, which was imbued with ki, shone dazzlingly.

“Escort me.”

At So Wigyeon’s command, the White Sword Unit stood in a fan shape and blocked the rushing men in black.

In the meantime, So Wigyeon, who had concentrated all his internal power on his sword, swung it at the firmly closed gate.

‘No matter how hard the iron gate is… it cannot block the sword that contains the essence of the White Moon.’

So Wigyeon’s sword cut through the gate.

Seureung—!!

The blade cut the iron, and it cut the gate.

And at the same time.

“Haha! You foolish bastards!”

A sly smile appeared on the lips of the Poison Sect Leader, Hamgi.

“You will all die now.”

Dalkak—!

At the same time as the gate was cut, So Wigyeon heard a sound.

It was like.

‘As if a mechanism is being activated…’

At the same time as feeling that something was wrong, the sound of peong—! was heard from all directions.

In that short moment, the martial artists discovered the iron balls that had appeared above their heads.

And it did not take much time to realize that it was the iron poison pill that had appeared at the Four Daoist Gathering.

‘Formless Killing Poison.’

There was not enough time to deal with it, and the number was too large.

In the first place, they had not even thought that they would use the iron poison pill.

And why not? Because in this place, besides the martial artists in white, there were also the martial artists of the Heretic Path's Alliance.

‘To think that they would use the iron poison pill so openly!’

Despair was also revealed on the faces of Cheongheo Jinren and Jeongu Satae, and the swordsmen of Wudang quickly tried to swing their swords.

At that moment, Tang Hocheol shouted urgently.

“You must not touch the iron poison pill! It will explode!”

At Tang Hocheol’s urgent shout, the swordsmen of Wudang could not dare to swing their swords.

“But it’s useless. The iron poison pill will definitely explode.”

At the Four Daoist Gathering, the iron poison pill had exploded in the air due to Jin Sohyun’s divine-like skill, but this time it was different.

“With this… our Poison Sect…!”

Hamgi’s words could not continue to the end.

Because he saw the figure of Cheon Yusin in front of his eyes.

“White Moon Freezes the World.”

Cheon Yusin’s sword cut the world.

(End of Chapter)