The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 123 : The Power of the Nameless Pavilion

"The more I see him, the more amazing he is."

The number of first-class assassins deployed for this Jin Sohyun assassination mission was a total of twenty.

In addition, the number of second-class assassins who came forward to assist the first-class assassins was fifty.

With this number, it was a force that could inflict massive damage not only on decent sects, but also on the Nine Great Sects or the Five Great Families.

Especially here, in a forest where darkness had fallen and visibility was limited.

The Silver Warning Hell that Nameless had unfolded surrounded the forest like a spider's web, becoming an invisible, sharp prison.

Except for the assassins of the Nameless Pavilion, who had received special training and could move freely even in the Silver Warning Hell, no one could be free in the Silver Warning Hell.

Everything was a space prepared for the Nameless Pavilion.

‘Originally, I was planning to kill him within two shichen.’

An unfamiliar bead of sweat flowed down Nameless's forehead, down his chin, and fell to the ground.

The sky was already turning crimson.

Dawn was breaking.

‘There’s not much time!’

Most of the first-class assassins had already become corpses in this nameless forest.

The man who had killed them all single-handedly was still moving without rest and killing the assassins.

"But, this is it."

Nameless felt Jin Sohyun's breath, which he could feel in the air, becoming ragged.

His footsteps had also become heavy, and the sound of his steps, which had been inaudible, could now be heard.

The monster who had been killing assassins without knowing fatigue had finally reached its limit.

Nameless stretched out both hands towards Jin Sohyun.

"From now on is the real power of the Nameless Pavilion."

***

‘How many have I killed?’

He had taken at least dozens of lives.

And yet, the assassins were still rushing in from all directions with their swords in hand.

"Damn it!"

Jin Sohyun felt the cool blade of the assassin grazing his cheek and stretched out his hand.

Poong—!

The assassin, who was hit by the palm force, was sent flying with his sternum shattered.

It was a situation where he couldn't carelessly use his flying swords.

Jin Sohyun let out a gasp in the brief respite he had found.

Inhale and exhale.

Cold air rushed into his lungs and flowed out of his mouth as hot air.

Even during that time, Jin Sohyun's eyes were moving busily.

Even though he had already reached his limit, his body did not stop.

At that moment.

Jin Sohyun, who was about to avoid the sword of the assassin approaching from the front, twisted his body at the chill he felt in his spine.

Seogeok—!

A sharp pain was felt in his side, and blood spurted out.

‘Behind!’

The assassin who had appeared from behind twisted his sword path and sent a second strike.

Jin Sohyun took out a flying sword in the air and shot it to match the tip of the assassin's sword.

Kaang—!

The two swords clashed in the air, and the assassins who had been waiting for this threw the Black Hand Heavenly Net.

With a chwareureuk sound, the deflected flying sword was caught in the net.

‘This is the third sword.’

The third flying sword out of ten had already been caught in the net.

Without a moment to think, Jin Sohyun had to duck his head again and roll his body.

Two swords simultaneously struck and cut the spot where Jin Sohyun had left.

The blades, which held sword qi, carved sharp scars on the ground.

‘The assassins who appeared this time are somehow different.’

Their presence was barely felt, and the power and speed contained in their slashes were incomparable to those of ordinary assassins.

They were fast, stealthy, and deadly.

‘Don’t tell me!?’

The information about the assassins of the Nameless Pavilion came to Jin Sohyun's mind.

The Nameless Pavilion was an assassin group where the most dangerous assassins in the Central Plains martial world, both self-proclaimed and recognized by others, existed.

Among them, the most dangerous beings.

Those who were known to be able to assassinate even a transcendent master if five of them gathered.

The title that referred to them.

The special-class assassins of the Nameless Pavilion.

"Ugh! They even brought special-class assassins to kill me!?"

Jin Sohyun felt a surge of annoyance.

As if the appearance of dozens of assassins wasn't enough, now even the strongest assassins, classified as special-class, had appeared.

‘All five of them didn’t come, did they?’

Jin Sohyun, who had instantly distanced himself from the assassins, held on to his last hope.

‘Yes, they say they can kill even a transcendent master if five of them gather. They wouldn’t have brought ten to kill a lazy person like me.’

Jin Sohyun's last hope was shattered by the six very faint presences he felt around him.

"You son of a bitch! Not five, but six!?"

"Yes. You are a special-class target of the Nameless Pavilion. It is a very fitting treatment for you, who won against the Human-Faced Demonic Beast without a scratch."

Nameless's voice echoed in his head.

"...This is crazy."

The brief silence was the last breath before the coming fight.

Thinking that this might be his last rest, Jin Sohyun breathed in and out to his heart's content.

"Hua... hua..."

He felt a trace of internal energy entering his depleted dantian.

Jin Sohyun swept back his bangs, which were wet with sweat and blood, and looked up at the sky.

The sky, where the darkness was clearing, was brightening as dawn was breaking.

"The sky is so clear."

Six special-class assassins rushed at Jin Sohyun, who was talking about the sky in a desperate crisis.

He drew his flying sword, feeling the approaching death with his whole body.

"Ahu... I don't want to do this."

Jin Sohyun, who had avoided the first sword by twisting his head, quickly avoided the blade of the assassin who rushed in next.

‘Two, three, four.’

Jin Sohyun, who was unfolding his Shadowless Divine Steps while counting the number of blades, twisted his head and stared at the front.

‘Five.’

He ducked his head and avoided the fifth sword.

Now the last one.

"Six."

The sixth sword came from the most stealthy place, aiming for his neck.

He deflected the sixth sword with the flying sword in his left hand and then aimed the flying sword in his right hand at the front.

Flying Heaven Ten Swords, Lightning Flash, Rending Lightning.

The flying sword, which held a lightning, stretched out towards the assassin.

Kwagagagagang—!!

The Rending Lightning pierced the sixth assassin's shoulder.

‘Tsk!’

He had aimed for the heart, but the assassin had skillfully twisted his body and avoided the vital point.

As his pierced shoulder dangled, the assassin cut off his own left arm without hesitation and disappeared into the darkness.

A bold decision without hesitation.

Jin Sohyun unfolded his Shadowless Divine Steps, avoiding the swords of the special-class assassins who were aiming for an opening and thrusting.

Tadadat—!!

His figure split into five branches and avoided the assassins' swords, but he failed to avoid them completely.

As blood continuously flowed from the cut wounds, Jin Sohyun pressed his acupoints to stop the bleeding.

"Ugh! It hurts like hell!"

It was the first time he had been injured this much since coming out to the martial world.

Although he had fainted from exhaustion, he had rarely been cut by a sword and had a wound.

At the sharp pain he felt all over his body, Jin Sohyun frowned deeply.

The fight was not over yet.

No, rather, the fight of the special-class assassins was just beginning.

They pushed Jin Sohyun without rest, and the sword qi on their blades flew endlessly.

"No matter how abnormally strong you are, you will not be able to survive from the special-class assassins of the Nameless Pavilion."

Nameless did not doubt the victory of the Nameless Pavilion.

A special-class assassin was such a being.

They were those who had survived after carrying out countless, impossible assassination missions.

Their own skills were very outstanding, and decades of experience were engraved on their bodies like tattoos.

Those who kill those who seem impossible to assassinate.

They were the special-class.

"Stop resisting and die now, Jin Sohyun!"

As Nameless crossed his hands, the Silver Warning Hell became increasingly narrow.

The gaps became even tighter, so now even the trained assassins could not move freely in the Silver Warning Hell.

The Silver Warning Hell, which had become an inescapable prison, was gradually closing in.

And the six special-class assassins of the Nameless Pavilion, who were said to not have anyone they couldn't kill.

All of that was for just one person.

They came to kill Jin Sohyun.

***

Thump— Thump—!!

The firmly closed main gate of the Jin Family shook violently.

"Everyone, do not act rashly and wait for instructions! The gate will soon be broken. Wait for the right time!"

"Yes!"

The Martial Marquis encouraged the escort warriors of the Jin Family and stared at the only main gate of the manor.

Since the Jin Family was established, the main gate of the manor had never been broken.

But today.

The evil hands aiming for the Jin Family were pounding on the main gate with terrifying force.

And not long after, the closed main gate was shattered.

Men in black revealed themselves through the open gate.

They, who were wearing jet-black martial arts uniforms with no special features, revealed a blood light and drew their swords and sabers.

"Kill everything you see. Capture the family head and his family members alive."

"Yes!"

The Martial Marquis drew his sword at the men in black who were rushing in like a tide.

"This is the land of the Jin Family! Do not let a single one of them in!"

"Yes!"

A confrontation between the escort warriors of a merchant family and selected masters of the dark path.

At first glance, the result seemed obvious.

And yet, Jin Seomok, who was watching all this, did not back down.

Although Kang Cheon, one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains, had left the manor, he was not the only one by his side.

"How dare you..."

Oh Yoran's two eyes shone proudly.

"You dogs of the dark path! Where do you think this is to set your dirty feet!"

The sound of the large flute spread wide in the huge manor of the Jin Family.

Although it was very pleasant music to hear, the men in black who heard the sound of Oh Yoran's music dropped their weapons and covered their ears in agony.

"Kkeueueueuaak!"

"Keoheok— Keok!"

They vomited blood or poured blood from their eyes, nose, and mouth.

The leader of the men in black, who was watching his subordinates collapse while bleeding from their seven orifices, narrowed his eyes.

"It's the Heavenly Sound White Flower."

The sound art of the Heavenly Sound White Flower was indeed great.

Her sound art, which could control a wide area at once, unlike ordinary martial arts, knocked down the men in black who had invaded the Jin Family in one go.

"Now! Do not let the enemies live!"

The Martial Marquis, who had seized the opportunity, led the escort warriors and cut down the men in black who were unable to move, having been hit by the sound art.

As their swords cut down the men in black, the leader of the men in black, who was watching them, raised his hand.

"The biggest weakness of sound art is that you just have to not hear it. Cover your ears."

The men in black who had received the order all at once thrust their fingers into their ears and burst their eardrums.

As they could no longer hear, the counterattack of the men in black began.

"Damn it!"

The Martial Marquis fiercely swung his sword at the men in black who were rushing in, flashing a blood light.

"You ignorant brats."

Realizing that the sound art was no longer effective, Oh Yoran put the large flute in her bosom.

"The complacent thought that you just have to not hear it... I will fix that for you."

Oh Yoran took out a white zither that she had prepared in advance.

Oh Yoran, who sat down and placed the white zither on her lap, flicked her fingers.

Seueung—!

An invisible, formless energy stretched out like a blade and reached the men in black.

"Keuhak!"

The man in black, whose whole body was cut by the invisible blade, collapsed, spewing blood.

Following that, countless blades hacked the men in black.

Among them, an awl-like energy that resembled a spearhead also pierced the necks and hearts of the men in black.

"Heavenly Sound White Flower! That damn bitch is the problem."

Go Myeongdeok, the master of the Blood Rain Pavilion, turned around with a sharp gaze.

There was Seolpyeong, who was not on the front line and was just watching.

"If we fight any longer, the damage to our pavilion will be immense."

"So?"

"..."

Seolpyeong faced Go Myeongdeok with an emotionless gaze.

"What are you hesitating for? Pour everything out. The Alliance is watching the sacrifice of the Blood Rain Pavilion."

‘Tsk!’

Go Myeongdeok had no choice but to mobilize even the elites of the Blood Rain Pavilion.

"Go and kill the Heavenly Sound White Flower."

The martial artists of the Blood Rain Pavilion, who had been waiting, stepped on the threshold of the broken Jin Family gate.

***

"Why on earth..."

The pupils of the Nameless Pavilion Master, Nameless, who should not have been shaken, were shaken.

"Why won't you die... why...!"

The limit had long since been reached.

His breathing had become rough, and his lightning-fast movements had noticeably slowed down.

Moreover, his whole body was covered in wounds from large and small cuts.

And yet, Jin Sohyun did not collapse, nor did he die.

Rather, one of the special-class assassins who had been aiming for him was hit by a flying sword and died.

"Puhu... puhuu...!"

He leaned against a tree and spat out the blood that had collected in his mouth.

Even though his internal energy and stamina were reaching their limits, Jin Sohyun did not collapse.

Rather, his blue-shining eyes emitted an even more brilliant light.

"I can finally see it."

The things that had been invisible until now were now beginning to be seen.

Jin Sohyun's blood-stained mouth smiled.

"Shall we start again... now..."

His eyes stared straight at the remaining five special-class assassins.

"Five left."

(End of Chapter)