The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 147 : It Hurts

Beomgang.

It was pure coincidence that the men, who had become mountain bandits and preyed on innocent merchants or the residents of small, good-natured villages, met the son of the Fist King.

The group of mountain bandits, who were crossing the mountain to avoid the eyes of the government forces as usual, stopped in their tracks at the sound of sobbing coming from somewhere.

“What is it?”

For a mountain bandit to simply pass by a person they met on the mountain was no different from dereliction of duty.

The group of mountain bandits, intending to fulfill their duties, moved their feet to where the crying was coming from.

The place they arrived at was the entrance of a deep cave.

When they carefully poked their heads inside, they saw a man crying while holding an old man.

The old man seemed to have been dead for quite some time, as decomposition was beginning.

“Father… Father…”

The man with a huge build was crying, his back heaving.

“How unlucky.”

The mountain bandits instinctively scanned the area around the cave.

But there was nothing that could be of any value.

“Let’s just go.”

“Wait. The clothes the old man is wearing don’t look ordinary.”

Gyo Ham, who was the de facto leader of the mountain bandits, carefully walked into the cave.

Stealthily.

Gyo Ham, who had approached the old man and the man while suppressing his presence, asked.

“Excuse me… what happened?”

The man, who was shedding tears and snot unfitting of his size, sniffled.

“Who… are you?”

“I’m just a passing traveler.”

“My father… my father isn’t moving…”

“Your father died a long time ago.”

“No! He was alive just a moment ago!!”

As the man raised his voice, the cave echoed.

The sound was so loud that Gyo Ham covered his ears and frowned.

‘Keuk! Damn it! Why is this bastard’s voice so loud!?’

The enraged Gyo Ham shouted, imbuing his voice with internal energy.

“Shut up!!”

The man was startled by Gyo Ham’s shout and firmly closed his mouth.

Even so, his sniffling did not stop.

“Damn it! I came in thinking there might be something of value… but it’s just a dead old man and a fool.”

It seemed the old man had died a long time ago.

And the man, who looked to be his son or grandson, was not in his right mind.

“Hey.”

“…Yes?”

“Do you have anything of value?”

“I don’t know.”

Gyo Ham, who was staring at the man who was rolling his eyes innocently, gave a sly smile.

“If you give me anything of value… I might be able to bring your father back to life.”

“R-really!?”

“Yeah! So bring me something of value. It’s even better if you have money!”

“Uh… uh…”

The man hurriedly fumbled in his bosom.

It was then.

Thud—!

A book fell from the man’s bosom.

Gyo Ham, who had discovered this, became curious and reached for the book.

“Ah, no.”

As the man was startled and tried to pick up the book, Gyo Ham’s eyes shone with greed.

‘This is no ordinary book!’

Gyo Ham, who had a knack for smelling money, quickly picked up the book.

“I don’t know what this is, but if there’s anything of value…”

Whoooosh—!!

A fist the size of a pot lid came toward Gyo Ham’s face.

Swoosh!

The fist grazed his face.

And the very next moment.

B-bang!!

A strong explosion of ki was felt from behind him.

Startled by this, Gyo Ham prostrated himself on the ground and crawled, trembling.

When he looked back, a hole had been blown through the inner wall of the cave.

‘An incredible fist strike!’

A fist strike of tremendous power.

If he had been careless, his upper body would have been blown away.

The man approached Gyo Ham, who was lying prostrate in a state of panic, panting, and said.

“My book. Give it back.”

“I-I’ll give it to you. H-here it is, so take it.”

Gyo Ham, who valued his life, handed over the book without delay, and the man, who had received it, finally smiled brightly.

Gyo Ham, who was watching this quietly, carefully asked.

“You… no… Young Master, what is your name?”

“Me? My name is… Beomgang.”

“Beomgang? Then what is your father’s name?”

“Beom Utae.”

“Beom Utae… Beom Utae… I’ve definitely heard that name somewhere…”

While staring blankly at the terrifying power created by Beomgang’s fist strike, the name and title of one person flashed through Gyo Ham’s mind.

“Fist King… Fist King Beom Utae!”

Goosebumps broke out all over Gyo Ham’s body.

‘Then the dead old man over there is… the Fist King!?’

No matter how much of a mountain bandit he was, he had heard of the Fist King’s name.

And why not? Wasn’t the Fist King one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains and a master of fist techniques who had played a major role in the war against the Demonic Cult, the Righteous-Demonic War?

The appearance of a figure whose name alone would make a heretical path practitioner wet his pants.

Gyo Ham even felt confused at the sight of Beom Utae, who had appeared as a corpse.

‘The Fist King had a child. But the Fist King is dead…’

The death of the Fist King was a huge scoop that could cause a great stir in the Central Plains.

‘Wait! That means?’

Gyo Ham’s gaze automatically turned to Beomgang.

‘The book from just now is…!’

There was a high possibility that it was a martial arts manual containing the Fist King’s martial arts.

Before dying of old age, he had left a martial arts manual containing all of his martial arts to his son and only successor, Beomgang.

‘This is a jackpot!’

If it was the Fist King’s martial arts manual, the price would be whatever was asked.

A storm of blood would surely blow to obtain it.

‘With just that, I can live comfortably for the rest of my life!’

Gyo Ham had no intention of living to make a name for himself as a martial artist and protect the peace of the martial world.

He loved money the most.

If he could just sell the Fist King’s martial arts manual for a good price.

Gyo Ham would be able to live in luxury with a dozen beauties by his side for the rest of his life.

Saliva automatically pooled, and his eyes shone with greed.

But there was a problem.

‘What do I do with this guy?’

Beomgang was protecting the Fist King’s martial arts manual as if it were his own life.

Moreover, the martial arts he had shown just now were terrifying, as befitting the Fist King’s disciple.

If he was careless, he might be beaten to death by Beomgang, let alone live in luxury.

Gyo Ham’s cunning brain spun actively.

“Ah, Gang! You’re Gang!”

“You… you know me?”

“Of course! I was wondering where you went, and you were here! This is great. I’m Beom Ham. Your… uncle.”

“Un…cle?”

“Yeah! To think my brother was here… I was too late.”

At first, Gyo Ham’s actions and words were inconsistent, but Beomgang didn't seem to understand.

Rather, he seemed to be relieved at the fact that his uncle had appeared.

‘So he was a fool. By the way, to think the Fist King’s only son is such a fool. This is actually better for me!’

Heaven’s luck was on his side.

If Beomgang had been in his right mind, Gyo Ham and his group would not have been a match for even a single move and would have ended their lives on the spot.

“Let’s go with me. Your father…”

For now, the death of the Fist King should not be known to the world.

If it were, the entire Central Plains would rush in with their eyes lit up to find his legacy.

Gyo Ham had Beomgang firmly block the entrance of the cave with a large rock.

After also filling the hole created by the fist strike, the Fist King’s tomb was created.

“We will come back, so don’t be too sad. Okay?”

“Yes… uncle.”

After that, Gyo Ham took Beomgang with him and went to the mountain fortresses that had always looked down on him and destroyed them all.

Beomgang was a bit of a fool, but his skills were certain.

His body remembered the martial arts, and as if to prove that he was the Fist King’s disciple, his fists mercilessly shattered the mountain bandits and the mountain fortresses.

“If we just do this, we’ll be rich in no time!?”

The money they had plundered by destroying the mountain fortresses was quite a lot.

But there was one problem.

Chomp— Chomp—!

“G-Gang… are you still hungry?”

“Yeah. Uncle!”

An unexpected problem.

It was Beomgang’s gluttony.

Beomgang’s stomach seemed to have no limit, as he ate ten people’s worth of food in one meal.

As time went on, it became difficult to afford Beomgang’s food expenses.

Even if they earned money by robbing mountain fortresses, they had to spend all the money to cover Beomgang’s food expenses.

At this, Gyo Ham came up with an idea.

“Let’s find a suitable village and plunder food instead of money.”

A way to preserve the money they had earned by robbing mountain fortresses and not starve Beomgang.

It was to threaten a suitably small village and extort food.

And Dubyeon Village was just.

One of the small villages that Gyo Ham had chosen.

***

“You foolish bastard. You’re dead.”

It seemed that that handsome man, who looked like a courtesan, was also a martial artist who had learned martial arts.

No problem.

Beomgang was the one and only successor of the Fist King, Beom Utae, who was one of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains.

But Gyo Ham and the group of mountain bandits did not know.

That the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains literally referred to the five most outstanding masters in the Central Plains.

And likewise, that Jin Sohyun was the one and only disciple of one of them, the Flying Heaven Ten Sword, Kang Cheon.

“Hyaap!”

The strong energy contained in Beomgang’s fist stretched straight toward Jin Sohyun.

A vermilion fist ki in the shape of a fist tore through the atmosphere and approached.

“This is… quite!”

Jin Sohyun performed the Shadowless Steps and dodged Beomgang’s fist ki.

“Dangerous.”

Kwa—ang!!

A large fist mark was created on the ground where Jin Sohyun had been standing just a moment ago, and it was deeply indented.

If a human body had been hit by that fist ki, it would have been crushed to death to the point where its form would be unrecognizable.

‘It’s strong but linear.’

The power of each and every one was very strong and linear.

That meant.

“I just have to not get hit head-on.”

Jin Sohyun lamented the absence of his flying swords and launched himself into the air.

Without his flying swords, he had to engage in close combat against a fist user.

Jin Sohyun, who had shot forward, flicking the ground with the tips of his toes, nimbly dodged the two fist strikes that Beomgang had thrown.

“Th-that rat-like bastard!”

Cold sweat flowed down the forehead of Gyo Ham, who was watching this.

“Beomgang! What are you doing! Kill that bastard quickly!”

At Gyo Ham’s shout, Beomgang threw his right and left fists alternately.

In an instant, dozens of fist strikes approached densely, with no room to escape, and swept through the area.

“It’s done! You rat-like bastard!”

Gyo Ham was naturally confident of victory.

And why not? The fist strikes that had flown toward Jin Sohyun had covered the surroundings so densely that it was impossible for him to dodge.

But.

The rising sand dust split to the left and right, and Jin Sohyun shot out from between them.

Jin Sohyun, who appeared with his long black hair fluttering, rushed into Beomgang’s bosom.

“First!”

The Three Thousand Paths of the Maitreya Three Thousand Seas, which had been used well against many masters so far, unfolded from Jin Sohyun’s two hands.

But a problem arose.

“Huh?”

The Three Thousand Paths were definitely unfolded perfectly.

The problem was that the Three Thousand Paths that Jin Sohyun possessed only had the form and did not contain the true essence of the Maitreya Three Thousand Seas.

Moreover, Beomgang was the successor of the Fist King.

He was a fist user who exerted the strongest power in close combat.

Naturally, Beomgang, whose entire body was made of rock-like muscles, could not be subdued with the Three Thousand Paths that only had the form.

Beomgang grabbed the collar of Jin Sohyun, who had come close, with his left hand and raised his fist.

A strong energy gathered in Beomgang’s right fist and created a vortex.

Swoooosh—!!

“Uaahaap!”

Beomgang’s fist hit Jin Sohyun.

Kwa-rreung!!

A loud roar erupted as if a thunderbolt had struck.

At the same time, Jin Sohyun’s figure was sent flying at high speed.

This was not the end.

Beomgang closely followed the flying Jin Sohyun and threw a series of fist strikes.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!!

Jin Sohyun’s figure flew at an even faster speed and then rolled on the ground.

“It’s over.”

Gyo Ham wiped the sweat that had formed on his chin and let out a sigh of relief.

As always.

It was Beomgang’s victory.

“Good work. Gang.”

Even at Gyo Ham’s encouragement, Beomgang did not move.

“What’s wrong?”

“…”

He was staring intently at the fallen Jin Sohyun with his eyes wide open.

Gyo Ham, who was also looking at the fallen Jin Sohyun, patted his back.

“Is it because you met a strong opponent after a long time? It’s over now, so relax.”

“…”

Far from relaxing, Beomgang raised his internal energy even more.

Thanks to that, as the surrounding air heated up, the surprised Gyo Ham stepped back.

“Wh-what are you doing!”

“Gyo Ham! Look over there!”

At that moment, the group of mountain bandits shouted urgently.

Gyo Ham stared straight ahead as they had said.

There, as if nothing had happened, Jin Sohyun was dusting off his clothes and getting up.

Soon after, Jin Sohyun’s annoyed eyes stared at Beomgang.

“It hurts.”

(End of Chapter)