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Chapter 74
Chapter 74. Bad Friend (5)
A short while ago.
Jang Sopyeong was staring, half-dazed, at the figures of the old man and the young man clashing under the pale moonlight.
How on earth could that young man, who looked to be his age, fight on par with Elder Oh?
Jang Sopyeong's common sense simply couldn't comprehend it.
W̊ ë b ň оv еl Е̌ ǹum̈ ǎ
Just then, with a gruesome sound, a light spray of blood scattered.
Slice.
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Jang Sopyeong's body flinched as he belatedly realized a wound had appeared on Jin Yuseong's body.
‘I have to help.’
But how?
Clang!
W e̊ b̄ ṅö v̂ è l̂ E̊n ũ m̃ a
Once again, the two figures, old and young, clashed.
It was a speed that was difficult for Jang Sopyeong's eyes to even follow.
It was even harder to track because of the darkness of the night.
He had been looking for a way to help Jin Yuseong from the start, but he didn't dare to intervene.
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If he foolishly jumped in here, he might end up helping Jang Ik instead.
While he was caught, unable to do anything, the young man was slowly but surely being pushed into a defensive position.
Е̄ńŭ ṁ а̃ .і d́
The wounds were piling up.
But even in the midst of it all, there was no trace of fear in the young man's eyes.
There was no look of resentment towards Jang Sopyeong either.
Jang Sopyeong couldn't understand.
It was definitely a man he had seen for the first time today.
Moreover, he was a madman who had beaten him up as soon as they met.
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‘Just why is he going this far?’
After his mother passed away, had there ever been anyone who fought so hard for him?
As that thought crossed his mind, Jang Sopyeong hurriedly opened his mouth.
He couldn't just stand by and watch simply because he lacked the skills.
“I-I will return to the clan. Elder! So please, just let th-that guy go!”
However, his shout was nothing but a hollow echo.
W̃е bn̆ōv́.е́.l̆ Ёnûḿ ä
“Heheheh.”
Jang Ik, as if uninterested, was still swinging his sword at Jin Yuseong.
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“Hahahahaha.”
At some point, Jin Yuseong was also letting out a strange laugh as he dodged Jang Ik's sword.
Jang Sopyeong realized it once again.
That his voice did not reach Jang Ik.
W̄ е̌b̄ nо̆vе̃l̃ _Е nǔ m̂а̊
That Jang Ik also considered him just a tool.
Once again, a wound appeared on Jin Yuseong's body.
Slice.
Watching the blood spurt from Jin Yuseong's body, Jang Sopyeong had to feel a sense of despair.
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‘Do I really have to live as their tool in that hell?’
Just then, Jin Yuseong's voice pierced his ears.
Е̌ n̆ ŭ m̄а̃
“Hahaha. Try to push me further!!”
Jang Sopyeong, who was about to lower his head, lifted it and looked at the young man.
His gaze was so spirited it almost looked crazed.
He heard Jang Ik's voice mocking him.
“You little brat. Do you think shouting will change anything? Tsk, tsk, tsk.”
For some reason, Jang Ik's words sounded as if they were mocking him.
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Soon after, Jang Ik's sword flew towards Jin Yuseong's heart, faster and sharper than before.
“No!!”
The moment the startled Jang Sopyeong let out a shout.
Flames erupted from Jin Yuseong's sword, which had been trapped in darkness until now.
Whoooosh.
The sword Jin Yuseong held let out a sword cry, and the blade, wrapped in intense sword qi, soared.
W е́ b̂ n̊о v̀еĺ Е́_nũ m̂ а̇
CLANG!!!
With a fierce metallic sound, the two swords collided, and at the same time, Jang Ik's arm was thrown high up.
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It was the first time Jin Yuseong had gained the upper hand.
Thud.
Taking a large step forward, Jin Yuseong swung the Restoring Name Sword, which he had raised upwards, down.
SLICE!!
Ŵ ёb n̈ о v е̄ l̄ Ѐ n̈ um̆ á
A clean cutting sound echoed, and a large amount of blood spurted from Jang Ik's body.
That scene was etched into Jang Sopyeong's eyes.
It was the moment the bolt of the abyss that had confined him was cut away.
But Jin Yuseong, who had just cut the bolt, didn't look too pleased.
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“Tsk.”
Jin Yuseong, who had lightly clicked his tongue, looked at Jang Ik, who had retreated a great distance.
Е n̈ u m̂ а
A large, long wound had appeared on the man's chest.
He had originally intended to slice his upper body in two, but the veteran Jang Ik, even while his stance was broken, managed to survive by taking a large step back.
Of course, since the wound was quite large, finishing him off wouldn't be difficult.
The reason Jin Yuseong clicked his tongue was because of the figures that began to appear from between the bushes.
They were the hunting dogs of the Sichuan Sword Clan.
He had wasted too much time dealing with that old man.
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“Hoo.”
While Jin Yuseong lightly controlled his breathing and aimed his sword at the newly appeared hunting dogs.
Jang Ik, hastily staunching the wound on his chest, opened his mouth.
“Heheheh. Do you think you can escape from the grasp of the great Sichuan Sword Clan. Ugh.”
Before Jin Yuseong could reply to Jang Ik, who spoke after a bitter laugh and clutched his chest, Jang Sopyeong spoke first.
“Elder Oh. May I ask just one thing before I'm dragged away?”
W è b́ ṅо́v e l̇ Е̄ n̈ ů m ä
“Heheh. Go ahead, Youngest Master.”
“Elder Oh. If I had cultivated my skills and earned the family head's recognition, do you think he would have taken revenge on those people for my mother and me?”
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“Heheheh. What a foolish question. A member of the clan should naturally be loyal to the family head without any conditions. How dare you wish for something from your master? It is utterly disrespectful.”
Jin Yuseong, who was observing the approaching martial artists, snorted without realizing it.
The man was thoroughly steeped in a slave mentality.
On the other hand, Jang Sopyeong let out a deep sigh.
Еn̈u mа . ī d̂
“Haa. You all truly never once saw me as family.”
Jin Yuseong thought that idiot still hadn't come to his senses. He slightly turned his head to look at Jang Sopyeong.
Jin Yuseong tilted his head.
Unlike his mumbling lament, Jang Sopyeong's face looked somewhat relieved. As if he had shaken off all his final lingering attachments.
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Soon after, Jang Sopyeong spoke with a venomous expression.
“And you, Jang Ik, you truly are no different from a slave.”
E nû m â. і́ d
Jin Yuseong felt a strange sense of familiarity.
The face of the Poison Immortal he knew looked just like that.
Despite Jang Sopyeong's sudden insult, Jang Ik smiled bitterly.
“Heheheh. You seem very an….”
But Jang Ik's words were not finished.
Just as he was running his mouth, Jang Sopyeong suddenly swung his hand in the air in a surprise attack.
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Under the cover of darkness, something small flew towards Jang Ik.
A needle aimed at a vital point.
Unfortunately, it failed to penetrate the vital point in one go.
Even while severely injured and caught in an unexpected ambush, Jang Ik quickly twisted his body, and the needle Jang Sopyeong threw missed the vital point and lodged in Jang Ik's side.
“Heh, heh, heh.”
Jang Ik, who had barely survived, let out a sneer for a moment. His expression crumpled.
Ė nům̀ а̀
At the same time, Jang Sopyeong opened his mouth.
“In consideration of our past ties, I will personally fix that broken head of yours, steeped in a slave mentality.”
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“You bastard! How dare a young master of the great Sichuan Sword Clan use poison so despicably!!”
Jang Ik, shouting as if wronged, coughed up blood once and quickly sat down cross-legged.
Only then did the surrounding Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists rush towards them.
“Catch them!!”
Ẃ е b̊ n о v̇ѐ l̈ Еń ū m а̊
At that moment, Jang Sopyeong suddenly threw something at them.
As the poison powder scattered in all directions, the Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists hastily retreated, covering their mouths and noses with their clothes.
Jang Sopyeong shouted at them.
“In consideration of our past connection, I will grant you one last mercy! Return to the clan's medical wing right now! If you boil and drink a Three-Stalk Herb there, you will live. If not, all of you will die!”
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As the Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists flinched, Jang Sopyeong shouted again.
“And never come looking for me again! I am no longer the illegitimate son of the Jang Clan! I have abandoned the Jang surname and will live as Dang Sopyeong, following my mother's surname! So get the hell out of my sight right now!”
Е̃ n̆ u m̊а.і̊ d̀
At that moment.
Perhaps due to his injury, or because the poison was too strong, Jang Ik, who was sitting cross-legged, coughed again and spat up blood.
“Cough.”
Only then did the Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists begin to retreat hastily with surprised faces.
“Q-Quickly, take care of the Elder!”
A few of them, quick-wittedly, approached the cross-legged Jang Ik and helped him up.
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As the Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists retreated, Dang Sopyeong, who had been wearing a venomous expression, let out a big sigh.
He then turned his head towards Jin Yuseong and said.
“We must flee immediately.”
A series of sudden events. As Jin Yuseong made a curious expression, Dang Sopyeong added.
“The thing I used on Jang Ik was indeed poison, but what I scattered afterwards was not. It was just a display of false power. They will soon realize it.”
In the first place, the only poison he had was that one poisoned needle.
Е̌ nu mа̄
He had kept even that poisoned needle because of his mother's advice to always carry it in his bosom in case of an emergency.
What he had scattered at the Sichuan Sword Clan martial artists was just dirt and torn grass.
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He had picked them up just in case while Jin Yuseong was fighting Jang Ik.
Only then did Jin Yuseong, realizing the truth, burst into a fit of laughter.
“Hahahahahaha.”
He looked so much like the Poison Immortal he knew that it felt somehow welcoming.
W̄е b̈ṅ о v̀ е̃l Ěṅũ m̄ а
“Haa. We don't have time to laugh.”
Saying so, Dang Sopyeong immediately started running, and Jin Yuseong followed him.
***
How long did they move while erasing their tracks?
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By the time the sky was turning a shade of crimson.
Morning was breaking.
Е nu m̃ а̌
Dang Sopyeong, so out of breath that his face turned pale, stopped walking.
“Pant. Pant. Th-this is my limit. H-how about we rest for a b-bit before we leave?”
Jin Yuseong smirked.
“Your stamina is weak compared to your will.”
At Jin Yuseong's criticism, Dang Sopyeong lay down on the dirt floor, as if he didn't even have the strength to talk back.
Jin Yuseong approached him and extended his hand.
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“If you lie down, you'll collapse and won't be able to move a single step. Even if you rest, rest while standing.”
Dang Sopyeong, who took a deep breath in and out, grabbed the hand Jin Yuseong offered.
And, his whole body trembling, he barely managed to get up.
After getting up, Dang Sopyeong took another deep breath in and out and said.
“Haa. Still, I feel a little bit relieved.”
Despite saying so, Dang Sopyeong's eyes looked somewhat complicated.
Е̇ n̊ǔ m̌ ã . i d
Jin Yuseong asked him.
“What was the sudden change of heart?”
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At that question, Dang Sopyeong smiled bitterly and answered.
“It was because of that man, Jang Ik.”
“It seems you realized you were deceived thanks to him.”
Dang Sopyeong, who shook his head, brought up an unexpected topic.
E ñu mа̄
“Do you remember what he said while fighting you? He asked if I thought the world would change just by shouting. To me, it sounded like he was talking to himself. It sounded like the lament of an old man who had given up everything and lived as a slave, trapped in the Sichuan Sword Clan.”
Dang Sopyeong smiled bitterly.
“I wondered if perhaps he was a victim just like me. That's why I decided to abandon the Jang surname. I felt that if I stayed there, I would also become an old man like him.”
The bolt that had confined him. He felt a sense of compassion for the one who had considered him a tool.
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Even while thinking that this madman would surely criticize him, Dang Sopyeong revealed his inner thoughts.
But what came back was neither criticism nor ridicule.
Wе́ḃ_n̄ óv̇е l̆ Énů mа
“Don't worry. A person like you would have run out on your own before becoming like that old man. I just pulled you out a little early.”
Was that a comfort? he thought, but Dang Sopyeong soon realized the truth.
The man before him genuinely thought so.
It was only natural.
Because Jin Yuseong knew the Poison Immortal who had run out of the Sichuan Sword Clan on his own in the future.
Recalling the future Poison Immortal, Jin Yuseong added.
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“Still, it was good to see you decide to abandon the Jang surname.”
The future Poison Immortal still used the name Jang Sopyeong.
Even though he resented the Sichuan Sword Clan so much, he couldn't bring himself to abandon that surname.
Although he ran away from the Sichuan Sword Clan, the mountain he settled in was in Guangxi Province, which was relatively close to Sichuan.
Recalling the contradictory actions of the Poison Immortal, it seemed like a truly good thing that he came to get him out early.
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