The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

Chapter 92 : A Light Brighter Than the Full Moon

Cheon Gaseong felt nauseous.

His ears were deaf, and his vision was dizzy.

'What happened?'

Cheon Gaseong, who was coldly retracing his memory, replayed what had just happened.

'That brat took out a daegeum and played it. And...'

A terrible, monstrous sound that he couldn't even bear to listen to was heard.

It was hard to believe that it was a sound made by a human.

Moreover, that monstrous sound contained Jin Sohyun's internal energy.

'I've been internally injured.'

The flow of his internal energy was a mess.

His whole body was heavy as if his insides had been shaken up, but fortunately, his meridians were not injured or damaged.

"Is it a sound art?"

"It is a sound art."

Jin Sohyun proudly shook the Black Snow Fragrance.

'The reason he hadn't been training properly all this time... was it because of this? But So Wigyeon said that what killed the unorthodox faction brats was a flying sword.'

Cheon Gaseong, who had regained his composure in an instant, re-gripped his sword hilt.

"I'll find out soon."

Sound arts are tricky to deal with.

First of all, since it was an attack using sound and not a physical attack, it was very tricky to block or deal with.

But sound arts had a fatal weakness.

'I'll strike first.'

As much as it was difficult to deal with, the masters of sound arts were weak in close combat.

In the first place, since their weapon was a musical instrument, they were vulnerable to bladed weapons.

Cheon Gaseong threw his body without delay.

His target was Jin Sohyun, who was mocking him with a monstrous sound disguised as a sound art.

Thud-thud-thud—!

Cheon Gaseong, who had arrived in front of Jin Sohyun in just three steps, swung his sword.

The grayish sword qi that was emitted from his sword swept through the training ground.

"..."

Cheon Gaseong stared at the empty training ground and frowned.

"They say the masters of sound arts are fast on their feet."

"Is that so?"

"You're as fast as a rat, you brat."

Jin Sohyun, who had already widened the distance with Cheon Gaseong, put the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth.

"I told you. It's starting from now on."

Jin Sohyun's Black Snow Fragrance began to let out a monstrous sound again.

The terrible, monstrous sound contained Jin Sohyun's internal energy.

Cheon Gaseong threw his body and rushed at Jin Sohyun before the sound art was completed.

Although his body was stiffening and his head was dizzy, Cheon Gaseong showed a superhuman patience.

"I will definitely tear you to pieces and kill you."

Cheon Gaseong's sword rushed fiercely to kill Jin Sohyun.

But his sword still could not reach Jin Sohyun.

No matter how fast he moved, he could not close the distance with Jin Sohyun, who had the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth.

'I can't get close!'

Blood burst from Cheon Gaseong's mouth and nose.

"Keuleok!"

The flow of his internal energy was a mess due to the internal injury.

Thanks to that, his movement technique was tangled.

Cheon Gaseong had no choice but to stop in his tracks and then glared at Jin Sohyun with a hateful gaze.

This time too, Jin Sohyun was thirty steps away.

"How is it? Do you feel like you're reflecting on yourself now?"

"Your arrogant mouth doesn't rest."

"Still not done? You're stubborn, stubborn."

Jin Sohyun shook his head and then brought the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth.

As he met the eyes of Cheon Gaseong, which were filled with poison, the playfulness disappeared from Jin Sohyun's face.

"I can't drag this on for long."

Jin Sohyun stroked the Black Snow Fragrance with a serious touch for his one and only audience.

"Unfortunately, this is the last song. The name of the song is Four Seasons Drunken Oriole. I hope you have a pleasant time."

Today's last song.

The Four Seasons Drunken Oriole began to be played along with Jin Sohyun's breath and touch.

At the first melody, which felt the languor of spring, Cheon Gaseong almost had his knees buckle.

"Keuk!"

Against the sound art that was trying to break his will, Cheon Gaseong gritted his teeth.

One step and then another.

He moved forward.

At that moment, the second melody that followed, summer.

At the feeling of the midday warmth shining down on his whole body, Cheon Gaseong sweated on his forehead and down his spine.

Even his breath was hot, and it felt as if his mind were melting.

And yet, Cheon Gaseong's footsteps did not stop.

Now the distance between Jin Sohyun and him was fifteen steps.

"Keueuk!"

Moving his heavy footsteps, Cheon Gaseong steadily closed the distance with Jin Sohyun.

Soon, the third melody that followed, autumn.

A sharp wind blew.

Unlike the melody of spring, which broke the will, the melody of autumn tried to subdue Cheon Gaseong's body.

The wind that held a blade cut his whole body.

Now blood was flowing from Cheon Gaseong's mouth.

His lips were torn, and because he was biting his teeth so hard, blood also burst from his gums.

Cheon Gaseong raised his sword with bloodshot eyes.

"I... will not be broken!"

Cheon Gaseong's will was truly great.

He endured the Four Seasons Drunken Oriole, which even the masters who had reached the peak had a hard time dealing with, and finally arrived in front of Jin Sohyun.

And at that moment, the last melody of the Four Seasons Drunken Oriole, winter, came.

A cold chill that froze to the bone rushed in.

Not only his skin, but even his meridians seemed to be freezing.

And yet, Cheon Gaseong was upright.

Like the blade of a ten-thousand-year-old cold iron that would never break.

"The Young Lord of the White Moon Palace. That is me, Cheon Gaseong."

His sword created a grayish vortex.

Soon, the wind became sword qi and covered the body of the sword, and a cold chill froze the surroundings.

"Kneel. Like the trash you are."

His sword fell on Jin Sohyun, who had the Black Snow Fragrance to his mouth.

Kwa-aaaang!

The level of the White Moon Startling Heaven Sword Technique, unfolded with a real sword and not a wooden sword, was on a different level.

A deep and miserable sword mark was engraved on the training ground, which was made of blue-river stone.

At this, the surprised Song'u and Gwak Myeong shot up from their seats.

It was because, in their eyes, it looked as if Cheon Gaseong's sword strike had torn Jin Sohyun to pieces.

Meanwhile, Gu Jucheol did not even move and was looking at one side of the training ground.

Kuuu-uuu—!

From the spot where the huge sword qi had swept past, Cheon Gaseong was panting.

'I didn't feel the touch at my fingertips.'

This meant that he had not cut Jin Sohyun.

'It should have been an unavoidable blow.'

Cheon Gaseong looked back.

Jin Sohyun, who had put down the Black Snow Fragrance and had stepped back, was looking at his torn martial arts robe.

"Phew... I almost died."

"Is being fast the only trick you have? Or are you still ignoring me?"

Jin Sohyun scratched the side of his head and said.

"I'll admit it. You, you're very strong. Like that brat I met at Jiao Lake."

He didn't know who that brat he had met at Jiao Lake was. He wasn't interested either.

Cheon Gaseong's interest was solely on Jin Sohyun.

He didn't know the reason, but he felt a sense of foreboding that if he couldn't defeat him here, he would never be able to win.

'Am I... feeling fear from that brat?'

He could not admit it.

He was a being who would one day become the lord of the White Moon Palace and would succeed his father, Cheon Yushin.

He was not a pathetic man who could not even defeat a lazy bum from a merchant family.

Cheon Gaseong raised all his internal energy.

A cold chill flowed from his body and froze the floor of the training ground.

"Extreme Cold Splitting Ice."

At the sight of Cheon Gaseong, who was emitting an extreme cold chill in all directions, Song'u and Gwak Myeong looked at each other.

"Do you... see it now?"

Song'u's voice trembled.

Gwak Myeong nodded his head and brought his hand to his waistband.

"If it's a cold qi art of that level..."

"It seems we've gotten a little glimpse of the secrets of the White Moon Palace."

Gu Jucheol knew well what that martial art was.

As Cheon Gaseong revealed his true strength, which he had been hiding, Song'u said with a worried tone.

"How about we stop the sparring match? At this rate, whoever wins, both will be seriously injured!"

Although Gwak Myeong had the same thought, it was difficult to stop it easily.

In the first place, neither Cheon Gaseong nor Jin Sohyun seemed to have any intention of stopping the sparring match.

"Let's watch. As you said, don't we have to decide the hierarchy?"

Gwak Myeong, who had been thinking, sat down with his hand on his waistband.

Although Song'u was still anxious, he silently stroked his prayer beads as if to respect the Daoist Temple Master's choice.

In the meantime, Cheon Gaseong, who had completely drawn out his true strength, rushed at Jin Sohyun.

His speed far surpassed the speed of Cheon Gaseong that had been seen so far.

The left palm of Cheon Gaseong, which held a cold chill, flew at Jin Sohyun.

"This is a little dangerous now."

Jin Sohyun stepped on his movement technique and avoided the approaching Cold Ice Palm of Cheon Gaseong.

Pa-ang—!

The Cold Ice Palm exploded, and a cold chill swept through the surroundings.

Cheon Gaseong's offensive was not the end of this.

He continued to thrust his palm, and his qi, which held a cold chill, swept around Jin Sohyun.

'This... don't tell me?'

Jin Sohyun realized that he was trapped in an ice prison created by the Cold Ice Palm.

At the same time, Cheon Gaseong raised his sword to the upper level.

A cold wind also swept from his blade.

"Open your two eyes and watch carefully. This is the sword of the White Moon."

His grayish blade gradually brightened and then turned into a white light.

A sword of complete white light that surpassed the dazzlingly brilliant white light of Cheon Yerang.

That light was brighter than the full moon in the sky without a single cloud.

Soon.

A huge white moon fell noisily on Jin Sohyun's head.

Ku-gu-gu-gu-gu-gung—!!!

The huge training ground, which could hold at least a hundred people, was split in half.

Even the hard blue-river stone could not handle the white moon that had fallen from the sky.

What was left was the training ground that had been split in two and Cheon Gaseong, who was standing proudly on it.

"Hooooo..."

The cold gaze of Cheon Gaseong, who was letting out a breath, stared straight ahead.

"Why... are you not dead?"

It was an attack that would have killed any next-generation talent ten times over.

And yet, Jin Sohyun had not collapsed.

In front of Jin Sohyun were ten swords, which had flown from who knows where, placed like a shield.

Cheon Gaseong noticed that those swords belonged to the other officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, who had fainted early on.

"Are you finally going to face me seriously?"

"I'm sorry."

As Jin Sohyun raised his hand high, the ten swords shot up into the sky.

At this, the surprised Cheon Gaseong raised his head, and at that moment, a shadow was cast over his face.

"This son of a...!"

Jin Sohyun's fist came down on the head of Cheon Gaseong, which was stained with anger.

Thwack—!!

Cheon Gaseong, who had been hit on the top of his head, collapsed without even being able to let out a final scream.

"Phew! That was close."

Jin Sohyun, who had succeeded in drawing Cheon Gaseong's attention by sending the swords flying as if he were unfolding a flying sword technique, rubbed his shoulder.

The sword that Cheon Gaseong had shown at the end was very sharp.

If his response had been a little late, one of his arms would have been blown off.

"What a murderous brat."

Jin Sohyun sat down in front of the fallen Cheon Gaseong.

His internal energy was at the bottom from having to bring the swords with force.

Moreover, since his stamina was also at the bottom, Jin Sohyun lay on his back.

"Sparring match or whatever, I'm so tired I could die."

Jin Sohyun fell asleep on the spot.

At the sight of Jin Sohyun, who was sleeping and even snoring on the messy training ground, Gwak Myeong and Song'u let out a sigh of relief.

"The level of Jin Shizhu is not ordinary."

As Song'u had said, the level of the sword control technique that Jin Sohyun had shown at the end was so great that it could not be expressed in words.

'To think he moved ten swords in that short moment to block Cheon Gaseong's sword...'

A genius acknowledged by Gu Jucheol and Namgung Muhyeok.

Gwak Myeong got up from his chair and walked in front of the sparring ground.

At that moment.

"Kkeueung—!"

Peng Xiaofeng, the bloodline of the Hebei Peng Clan, who could be called the strongest in the Central Plains when it came to being sturdy, opened his eyes.

He got up with a dumbfounded face.

"What... happened?"

Gwak Myeong, who was sweeping the sparring ground, also discovered that Peng Xiaofeng had gotten up.

"Hmm."

Now it was time to announce the results of the sparring match.

Gwak Myeong shouted with all his might in front of the fainted officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple.

"The winner of this sparring match is the Red Team!"

"Huh?"

At the unexpected result, Peng Xiaofeng blinked, and Gwak Myeong pointed at him and said.

"You won, Peng Xiaofeng."

At this, Peng Xiaofeng opened his mouth blankly.

"...Me?"

(End of Chapter)