Chapter 30 (1/2)

Translator: Hong | Editor: Darling

Jong Risungrak’s eyes sizzled with rage. The pure rage was visible from his eyes.

“What…did you just say?”

You could sense the presence of a controlled urge to kill from Jong Risungrak’s body.

Then Gyeongwan quietly blocked Taesan with his body.

Taesan was not a normal person, but he had still not fully recovered.

It was not good to expose him to such maliciousness.

Besides the opponent was a professional from an elite household. From the looks of it he seemed to be a senior, if someone like him decided to make a sudden attack, he wasn’t sure if Taesan would be able to block such an attack.

With him in the middle at least he would be able to block an attack, which should give Taesan the time to react?

“Do you really think someone like you can stop my attacks?”

The rage of Jung Risungrak was now directed at Gyeongwan.

Taesan then laughed.

“Weren’t you going to kill him anyway? You were going to kidnap only me, right?”

His words must have hit home as Jong Risungrak’s eyes calmed down.

“I never mentioned a killing, that was you.”

“Your habits are displayed in your actions and words. Your mind was set on killing so no matter what your end goal is always the same.”

Taesan looked up and down at Jong Risungrak

“No wonder your conscious mind is such a mess. You…must have lead a filthy life.”

He who was already furious reached a peak after hearing such comments.

“Youuuuuu!”

Jong Risungrak filled his power and rage into his shouting. If they had not guarded themselves, they would have burst and eardrums.

It was not fancy but he displayed the ability to attack using the sense of hearing and sound.

Gyeongwan grimaced.

He had used his power to stop the attack, yet there was a sense of pain throughout his body.

Gyeongwan was worried for Taesan who was standing behind him. Had Taesan been able to withstand the attack?

As though he had read his mind, Taesan replied.

“Are you not able to reflect such a pathetic attack?? Really…you lack training.”

Gyeongwan shuddered at the comment that he lacked training.

Jong Risungrak’s energy cooled down. He had realized that continuing a conversation would only fuel his rage.

They wouldn’t be able to continue a proper conversation like this. He intended to kill one and catch the other to talk later on.

Taesan immediately noticed the change in Jong Risungrak. So he asked Gyeongwan.

“How long do you think you can withstand him?”

“Honestly I am not too sure.”

“Guess we’ll know once we try. Just don’t get too hurt or the doctor won’t be able to fix you.”

Gyeongwan smiled bitterly. As if that was something he could control.

“I will try my best.”

Taesan nodded.

“The best way to grow is to take on someone stronger than you.”

Gyeongwan took a deep breath and yielded his sword.

Sarong

Jong Risungrak glared at him as though he was annoyed.

“I will cut your throat off in one blow.”

Jong Risungrak’s body seemed to blink and soon before he knew it he was right in front of Gyeongwan.

Gyeonwan calmly but swiftly lifted his sword.

Clang!

He blocked the sword that was invisibly fast.

“You blocked that?”

Jong Risungrak’s eyes widened. That attack had been a combination of his surprise attack and his powers.

But Gyeongwan had been able to block him.

Jong Risungrak swiftly moved his sword and laid out a series of attacks.

Clang clang clang!

Jong Risungrak’s blows were fast and strong. And every blow was with the intent to kill which was a tremendous strain to the body.

But Gyeongwasn was withstanding these attacks.

Of course, he was not able to reflect his powers fully so the impact was present, even so, this was unexpected.

Would the Gyeongwan of the past have been able to withstand even a single blow?

No, this was only possible now because he was aware of the Jong clan’s weakness. If not his neck would already be detached from his body by now.

“I can do it!”

Confidence rose in Gyeongwan.

Jong Risungrak did not like the look of confidence and started putting more strength into his blows.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

Every time he blocked an attack the sound increased and caused explosively loud sounds.

Gyeongwan blocked the attacks with his mouth clenched. Blood was flowing from his mouth.

He had sustained an internal wound.

Even so, his fighting spirit did not falter, in fact, his spirit had grown.

Jong Risungrak was amazed at Gyonegwan. After a few more blows he pushed Gyeongwan away and stepped back.

“You possess a skill too good to be wasted in the golden wall clan. Why don’t you join our clan? I will make sure I raise you up.”

Jong Risungrak looked at Taesan behind Gyeongwan.

There was a lingering smile on Taesan.

The smile was displeasing, so Jong Risungrak frowned slightly.

“I will personally oversee your training. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You won’t be betraying the one behind you. You will die eventually. So pretend you are dead and step out of the way.”

But Gyeongwan did not react nor falter.

Gyeongwan held his sword tightly and ran towards Jong Risungrak as though that was his reply.

Klaaaang!

Jong Risungrak blocked Gyeongwan’s attack. Each time the power blew off and blood spluttered from various parts of Gyeongwan’s body.

Then Gyeongwan’s blade silently attacked Jong Risungrak’s blindspot.

Swoosh!

A thin line was cut on Jong Risungrak’s cheek and blood splattered.

Rage lit up in his eyes.

“How dare you!”

Jong Risungrak’s sword started to adopt a white shade.

Swoosh!

Gyeongwan’s sword was cut smoothly in half.

Then Jong Risungrak’s sword stabbed Gyeongwan’s shoulder.

“Gahhh!”

Gyeongwan flew backwards while spluttering blood from his mouth.

Clang clang thud!

After rolling over a few rounds on the floor he stood back up.

Jong Risungrak squinted his eyes.

Just now he had aimed for the heart, not the shoulder. His attack had been reflected.

The more he fought, the more he felt he was going off track. So his irritation grew.

Jong Risungrak directed his irritation in the form of rage and glared at Gyeongwan.

Gyeonwan’s arm looked limp. The stab to his shoulder must have made him momentarily lose the ability to move his arm.

Even so, Gyeongwan picked up his half-broken word and directed it at Jong Risungrak. He was in shambles and falling apart, yet his fighting spirit had not decreased.