Chapter 155
Chapter 155
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 45
>Chapter Title: Same Kind (2)
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“So, I’ve changed my mind. With a guy like you, it’s better to either control you completely or just kill you right now.”
-Shwaaaaa!
The blue sword aura rising from the two fingers gathered in a sword seal by Na Yul-ryang, the Leader’s eldest disciple and Great Young Master, was sword gang formed by the condensation of qi.
-Cracks spread out!
Cracks began to form on the ground around where Na Yul-ryang stood.
It was the aftermath of the sharp energy emanating from his body.
Mok Kyung-un’s eyes sharpened, different from moments before.
‘...This is tricky.’
He had anticipated Na Yul-ryang’s level of martial prowess to some extent, but this exceeded it completely.
Contrary to his expectation that it was at the peak of the Transcendent Realm, astonishingly, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang had crossed the wall into the Transformation Realm.
Though residing within Mok Kyung-un, Cheong-ryeong noticed it as well and spoke.
“He’s crossed the wall.”
“So it seems.”
“This is bad. Now I understand why that bastard called you a kindred spirit.”
Cheong-ryeong clicked her tongue.
Even the Leader’s disciples wouldn’t carelessly touch those connected to the executives.
But this Great Young Master was different.
The killing intent in his eyes and the way he immediately unleashed sword gang evoked Mok Kyung-un to an uncanny degree—his mindset was anything but ordinary.
How many would judge and decide to kill someone based solely on their instincts at first sight?
In that regard, they were indeed similar.
-Swish!
At that moment, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang’s fingers twitched.
Without a moment to think, Mok Kyung-un swiftly twisted his body to the left.
-Pak!
-Shwaaaaaak!
No sooner had he done so than the air right in front of his nose was sliced by a sharp energy, blue light cleaving through space.
The ground was then neatly bisected in a straight line.
The cut extended over ten paces.
Mok Kyung-un furrowed his brow.
-That bastard really intends to kill you, fledgling.
‘I know.’
There’s no way he’d show something this overwhelming without meaning it.
If he’d reacted even a fraction slower, his body would have been precisely divided into three parts.
Mok Kyung-un clicked his tongue inwardly.
From decision to execution without hesitation—truly, the bastard’s thought process was remarkably similar to his own.
He was extremely efficient.
If their positions were reversed, Mok Kyung-un would have made the same judgment.
Neither Na Yul-ryang nor he were the type to swear true loyalty to anyone or open their hearts.
It was right then.
-Slither!
“You have good eyes.”
-Pak!
Along with the voice, two fingers flew toward his eyes.
Hearing “eyes,” he reflexively jerked his head aside, barely avoiding having his eyes pierced by a hair’s breadth.
However,
-Puk!
The moment he dodged, Na Yul-ryang swung his arm in that motion, striking Mok Kyung-un’s face.
The internal energy was so powerful that Mok Kyung-un’s body flew sideways, crashing into the compound wall.
-Kung!
The wall crumbled upon impact.
“Haa.”
Blood trickled from Mok Kyung-un’s mouth.
He’d tried to disperse the energy with his four ghosts the instant it invaded his face, but it was too fast—his mouth had torn inside.
‘This is trouble.’
It was too strong.
Mok Kyung-un staggered to regain his stance.
Seeing this, a glint appeared in Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang’s eyes.
‘He endured?’
He had felt astonishment three times already.
The first swing of his fingers had been intended to kill Mok Kyung-un in one strike.
Yet the bastard had seen the movement and dodged without hesitation.
Judging him to have superior eyes and insight, he’d gone for the eyes next.
And he dodged that too.
‘Tough one.’
The arm swung right after the eye dodge wasn’t just to hit the face—it carried over seventy percent power to blow off the entire head.
Yet upon impact, he yielded to the force, preserving his life.
“Ha. Is it innate?”
Na Yul-ryang’s lips curled up.
He immediately recognized that Mok Kyung-un’s senses were far beyond ordinary people.
Sharp and innate, almost beast-like.
Any normal guy would be dead by now.
“Not bad.”
Na Yul-ryang praised Mok Kyung-un.
In response, the staggering Mok Kyung-un said,
“You overpraise me.”
“No. After that Five Tigers guy, you’re the first to survive three attempts when I’ve decided to kill.”
That Five Tigers guy?
The Five Tigers were Cheonji Association’s top later-generation disciples.
Having defeated Woo Ho-rang, one of them, Mok Kyung-un felt puzzled by Na Yul-ryang’s words.
Woo Ho-rang would have died to that first finger strike.
Did that mean there was someone even stronger?
But that wasn’t important right now.
Mok Kyung-un said,
“...I understand why you, Young Master, want to kill me, but I wonder if others would agree. Is that alright?”
“Hahaha. Struggling to survive, so now you’re scheming. Useless.”
“I know. But I have to scheme to preserve my life.”
“You’ve got a clever tongue, but it’s pointless. Once I’ve decided to kill you here today, that outcome won’t change.”
-Pat!
No sooner had he spoken than Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang closed in on Mok Kyung-un.
Na Yul-ryang brought down a palm strike toward Mok Kyung-un’s head.
Intending to shatter it in one blow.
‘He can’t dodge this time.’
So he thought, in that instant.
The moment Na Yul-ryang’s palm touched Mok Kyung-un’s head,
‘The Repel Form.’
-Paak!
Strangely, the palm slipped sideways like holding an eel, staggering off-target.
In that split-second gap, Mok Kyung-un unleashed a palm toward Na Yul-ryang’s heart.
-Pang!
“Hahaha!”
At that moment, Na Yul-ryang let out a mad laugh.
Along with it,
-Paak! Kwa-kwang!
Mok Kyung-un’s body was flung back, smashing through the opposite wall.
Amid the rubble, the fallen Mok Kyung-un coughed up blood.
“Cough, cough.”
He had struck first, yet the tremendous rebound from Na Yul-ryang’s chest inflicted internal injuries on him instead.
Thanks to that, he clearly realized.
Dealing with a Transformation Realm master was extremely difficult right now.
His mind raced through options—opening the Middle Dantian, Reverse Blood Killing Gong, Left Sword Right Palm—but no answers emerged.
The gap was too vast to bridge with mere trump cards.
Thus, Mok Kyung-un asked,
-Haa... haa... What do I do?
To this, Cheong-ryeong replied,
“It’s impossible. Against a Transformation Realm master, the levels are completely different. No technique you use will let you win.”
Cheong-ryeong’s response was cold reality.
Wiping the blood from his mouth with his sleeve, Mok Kyung-un smacked his lips.
This time was truly tough.
Meeting his own kind made it clear.
Unless someone intervened midway, his chances of surviving this place were nearly zero.
Then, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang approached, saying,
“You’re quite the entertaining fellow.”
-Ssssususu!
A dark red haze rose from his chest area.
It was the effect of Mok Kyung-un’s poison palm.
Na Yul-ryang was genuinely intrigued.
He’d aimed to blow off the head, but a bizarre technique pushed his qi aside, causing it to slip.
Not content with that, the bastard had followed with a full-power poison palm to his heart.
Having observed the match with Woo Ho-rang beforehand, countering poison palm wasn’t hard.
From the moment he crossed the wall, he handled qi like breathing, easily neutralizing the poison.
“The more I see, the more talents you have.”
“Haa... haa... I could... use those talents... for you, Great Young Master.”
“No. Even if it’s one hal, no, one coin’s worth, anyone not loyal to me but likely to stab me in the back is better off dead now.”
“Aren’t you... too distrustful?”
“Distrust? No, certain. You’re my kind. No fear of death, no terror of others.”
“...”
“The surest emotion you feel is the urge to kill. That’s what makes you feel alive. Can you deny it?”
Mok Kyung-un’s lips twitched.
He understood why he felt that sense of kinship.
Except for one difference.
Seeing Mok Kyung-un’s face, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang smirked and said,
“I’m curious. If you truly are my kind, even in death, you won’t show despair.”
“...Who knows.”
“Let’s test it by slicing off your limbs one by one.”
-Slither!
No sooner had he spoken than Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang moved.
His figure blurred again, instantly closing in right before Mok Kyung-un.
Na Yul-ryang’s sword gang aimed precisely for Mok Kyung-un’s right arm.
-Chwaak!
Mok Kyung-un focused intensely, timing the Pasa Eight Forms’ first form, the Repel Form, for the instant sword gang neared.
But in that moment, Na Yul-ryang’s left hand struck Mok Kyung-un’s neck first.
-Puk!
“Keuk.”
-Kwang!
Mok Kyung-un’s body tumbled sideways, slamming into the ground.
How hard the blow was showed in the shattered earth.
Na Yul-ryang sneered,
“That bizarre technique from before targeted the moment of contact. Seems you can’t handle feints like this.”
-...Ha.
Cheong-ryeong stuck out her tongue.
She’d thought no fledgling like Mok Kyung-un existed in the world.
Yet this guy wasn’t just kindred but possessed innate combat sense beyond compare.
From just one use, he’d countered the Repel Form.
Even a wall-crosser would struggle with that.
‘It’s hopeless.’
This was an existence current Mok Kyung-un absolutely couldn’t handle.
To think such a monster existed.
Then, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang targeted sword gang at Mok Kyung-un’s right shoulder.
“Now, shall we start with the right arm?”
-Sseik!
Na Yul-ryang’s grin stretched ear to ear, madness incarnate.
As if deriving pleasure from another’s pain.
Thus, sword gang dug toward Mok Kyung-un’s shoulder.
-Shwaaaaa!
It was right then.
-Kuduk!
Something shattered.
Na Yul-ryang’s eyebrow arched.
What was that sound?
-Gooooooo!
Right then.
Blood droplets suddenly surged upward from all directions.
Then, starting from the ground, the walls, everything around dyed red with blood.
The evening sky, darkening with little time left till dusk, was soon engulfed in crimson, overtaking everything.
‘What is this?’
In that instant, it all vanished like an illusion.
‘!?’
What was it?
Too vivid for a hallucination.
Feeling an eerie wariness from the inexplicable omen, Na Yul-ryang.
A normal person would panic in fear or confusion, but he was different.
Na Yul-ryang judged this bizarre phenomenon related to Mok Kyung-un.
Thus,
‘Just kill him.’
The moment resolve formed, he swung sword gang at Mok Kyung-un’s neck.
At that instant,
-Chaeaeaeang!
Something blocked his sword gang.
It was a bear pipe.
‘A bear pipe?’
Gasping raggedly, Mok Kyung-un looked up at the one holding the bear pipe.
The owner was none other than Cheong-ryeong.
Cheong-ryeong spoke in a cold voice.
“It’s mine.”
-Zzirit!
Feeling a bizarre sensation stimulating all five senses for the first time, Na Yul-ryang withdrew his sword gang.
Then, furrowing his brow, he said,
“Little martial sister?”
‘!?’