Myst, Might, Mayhem (Novel) - Chapter 155 - Same Kind (2)

Chapter 155 – Same Kind (2)

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Translated by Jinmu

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“And because of that, I have changed my mind. A fellow like you, unless I can control him for certain or something of that sort, ought to be killed right now.”

-Whoooosh!

The blue light-radiating sword energy rising from the joined fingers of Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang, the Society Leader’s first disciple, was sword astral energy formed through the condensation of true qi.

-Crack, crack, crack!

Centered on the place where Na Yul-ryang stood, the surrounding ground began to crack.

It was the aftermath of the sword energy flowing out from his body.

Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes sharpened unlike before.

‘…This has become troublesome.’

‘He had expected Na Yul-ryang’s martial ability to some degree, but this had completely exceeded that range.’

Contrary to his expectation that he would have reached the limit of the peak realm, astonishingly, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang had crossed the wall and reached the realm of transformation.

Blue Spirit, who was inside Mok Gyeong-un, had noticed it as well and said,

-He crossed the wall.

-It looks that way.

-This is bad. I understand now why that one called you the same kind.

Blue Spirit clicked her tongue.

Even if they were the Society Leader’s disciples, when it came to those tangled up with executives, they did not touch them recklessly.

But this fellow called the Great Young Master was different.

The killing intent reflected in his eyes and the very fact that he immediately raised sword astral energy recalled Mok Gyeong-un so much that his way of thinking was unlike that of ordinary people.

How many people would judge an opponent by their own instinct upon a first meeting and try to kill them?

In that sense, they certainly were alike.

-Flick!

At that moment Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang’s fingers twitched.

At that instant, without even the leisure to think, Mok Gyeong-un swiftly twisted his body to the left.

-Pak!

-Shraaak!

No sooner had he done so than the air directly before his nose was cut apart by a sharp force, and a blue light split space.

Then the ground was cleanly cut in a straight line.

That distance stretched for a full ten zhang and more.

Mok Gyeong-un frowned.

-That one truly intends to kill you.

‘I know.’

‘Otherwise there was no reason for him to display something this tremendous.’

If he had reacted even a little later, his body would have been split perfectly into two.

Mok Gyeong-un clicked his tongue inwardly.

From resolving upon something and immediately putting it into practice, even that was certainly highly similar to the way he himself thought.

He was an extremely efficient man.

If their positions had been reversed, he too would have made a judgment similar to that man’s.

Neither Na Yul-ryang nor he was the type of person who would truly give heartfelt loyalty to or open his heart to someone.

At that very moment,

-Slip!

“You have good eyes.”

-Pak!

Together with the voice, two fingers flew toward his eyes.

The instant he heard the word eyes, he reflexively tilted his head aside, and thanks to that Mok Gyeong-un barely avoided having both eyes pierced.

However,

-Puk!

-The moment he avoided it, Na Yul-ryang swung his arm in that same motion and struck him in the face.

The force behind it was so great that Mok Gyeong-un’s body flew sideways and crashed into the wall.

-Boom!

-Along with his body colliding, the wall crumbled.

‘Ha.’

‘Blood trickled from Mok Gyeong-un’s mouth.’

The moment the force burrowed into his face, he had tried to disperse it into death aura, but it had been too fast, and it seemed the inside of his mouth had been torn.

‘This is troublesome.’

‘This is too strong.’

Mok Gyeong-un staggered and regained his stance.

Watching him, a strange light entered Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang’s eyes.

‘He endured?’

‘At this point, Na Yul-ryang had already felt puzzled three times.’

The sword strike he had first swung had been one intended to kill Mok Gyeong-un in a single blow.

Yet astonishingly, the fellow had seen his fingers move and immediately moved his body without hesitation, avoiding it.

Thus he had judged that he possessed unexpectedly good eyes and insight, and had tried to take his eyes first.

But he had avoided that as well.

‘He is sturdy.’

‘In the arm he had swung the moment the eyes were avoided, he had used over seventy percent of his force not merely to hit the fellow’s face, but to blow his entire head away.’

Yet the instant his face was struck, the fellow entrusted himself to that force and preserved his life.

“Ha. Was he born that way?”

“Na Yul-ryang raised the corner of his mouth.”

He had immediately perceived that Mok Gyeong-un’s senses were unlike those of ordinary people.

His senses were sharp and inborn, to a degree almost close to that of a beast.

“An ordinary fellow would already have died.”

“Not bad.”

“Na Yul-ryang praised Mok Gyeong-un.”

At that, Mok Gyeong-un, still staggering, said,

“You flatter me.”

“No. Since that fellow who is one of the Five Tigers, I think you are the first to endure three times after I decided to kill you.”

“That fellow of the Five Tigers?”

If he meant the Five Tigers, those were the greatest younger talents of the Heaven and Earth Society.

Since Mok Gyeong-un had defeated Wu Ho-rang, he found Na Yul-ryang’s words puzzling.

If it had been Wu Ho-rang, he would have lost his life immediately to Na Yul-ryang’s first sword strike.

Did that mean there was an even greater expert?

But that was not what mattered right now.

Mok Gyeong-un said,

…I understand the reason Great Young Master is trying to kill me, but I do not know whether others would feel the same. Will that really be all right?

“Heh heh heh. Since it is hard for you to endure, you are turning your head. It is useless.”

“I know. But I too must turn my head if I am to preserve my life.”

“It seems you can also wag your tongue, but it is useless. Once I have made up my mind to kill you here today, that result can never be escaped.”

-Flash!

-No sooner had those words ended than Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang arrived in front of Mok Gyeong-un.

Na Yul-ryang brought down a palm strike toward Mok Gyeong-un’s head.

He intended to smash his head in a single blow and kill him.

‘I cannot avoid this one.’

‘That was what he thought, but in that very instant,’

The moment Na Yul-ryang’s palm touched Mok Gyeong-un’s head,

‘Form of Push.’

-Paaak!

-At that moment, strangely enough, as though he had gripped a loach in his hand, his palm slipped and staggered to the side, missing him.

Into the gap of that instant, Mok Gyeong-un sent a palm strike toward Na Yul-ryang’s heart.

“Hah-hat!”

Along with that,

At that moment Na Yul-ryang let out a laugh steeped in madness.

Along with that,

-Paaak! Kwa-kwa-kwaang!

Mok Gyeong-un’s body was flung backward and smashed through the wall opposite him.

Falling amid the broken wall, Mok Gyeong-un coughed up blood.

“Cough, cough.”

He had been the one striking, yet because of the enormous rebounding force surging from Na Yul-ryang’s chest, it was he himself who suffered internal injury instead.

Because of that, he came to understand it clearly.

At present, facing a master of the realm of transformation was exceedingly difficult.

In his mind he listed and pictured various hidden cards, from opening the middle dantian to the Acupoint-Switching Deviant Skill to Left Sword Right Palm, but no answer emerged.

The gap in level was too great to be filled with hidden cards.

So Mok Gyeong-un asked,

-Ha…ha…what do we do?

-At Mok Gyeong-un’s question, Blue Spirit said,

Impossible. If the opponent is a master of the realm of transformation, then the level itself is entirely different. No matter what method you use, you cannot win.

-The answer that came back from Blue Spirit was cold reality.

At her words, Mok Gyeong-un wiped the blood from the edge of his mouth with his sleeve and smacked his lips.

This time, it truly was difficult.

Now that he had met one of the same kind, he understood it clearly.

Unless someone appeared and intervened midway, there was almost no possibility that he would survive this place.

Then Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang walked over and said,

“You are quite an amusing fellow.”

-Sssss!

-A black-red haze was rising from the region of his chest.

It was the phenomenon caused by Mok Gyeong-un’s poison palm.

Na Yul-ryang was sincerely intrigued.

He had intended to blow off his head, yet by a strange method the true qi had been pushed away in all directions and slipped aside.

And to top it off, he had then launched a poison palm with his full strength at his heart.

Since he had already been watching Wu Ho-rang’s battle, it had not been hard to deal with a poison palm.

From the moment one crossed the wall, one could handle true qi as naturally as breathing, so even poison could be lightly dissolved.

“The more I look, the more tricks you possess.”

“Ha…ha…those tricks…could also…be used…for Great Young Master.”

“No. Even if there is one part in ten, no, one part in a hundred, that there is a possibility you would not be loyal to this young master but stab a knife into my back instead, then it is better to kill you now.”

“Are you not…too distrustful?”

“Distrust? No. It is certainty. You are the same kind as I am. You likely feel no fear of death, nor fear of others.”

“…”

“Of all the emotions you feel, the surest is likely the urge of killing intent. That is what makes you feel that you are alive. Can you deny it?”

Mok Gyeong-un’s lips twitched.

He could certainly understand why he had felt kinship.

There was just one thing that was different.

Looking at Mok Gyeong-un’s face, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang raised the corners of his lips and said,

“I am curious. If you truly are the same kind as I am, then even at the moment of death, you will not show anything like despair, will you?”

“…Who knows.”

“I shall confirm it by cutting off your arms and legs one by one.”

-Shhk!

-The moment those words finished, Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang moved.

Once more his figure blurred, and before anyone knew it he had reached right before Mok Gyeong-un’s nose.

Na Yul-ryang’s sword astral energy aimed precisely to sever Mok Gyeong-un’s right arm.

-Shraaaak!

Mok Gyeong-un concentrated to the utmost and, at the very instant sword astral energy was about to touch him, tried to unfold the first form of the Eight Forms of Mind-Breaking, the Form of Push.

But at that moment Na Yul-ryang’s left hand struck Mok Gyeong-un’s neck first.

-Puk!

-Ghk.

-Bang!

-Along with that, Mok Gyeong-un’s body toppled sideways and was thrown onto the ground.

One could tell just how hard he had been struck merely by looking at the shattered ground.

Na Yul-ryang said mockingly,

It seems that strange method from earlier aims for the very instant before an attack lands, but perhaps it is hard to respond to transformed moves like this.

-Ha…ha.

-Blue Spirit clicked her tongue.

She had thought there would not exist in this world another sentient being like Mok Gyeong-un.

Yet this one too was not only of the same kind, but his combat sense was likewise heaven-given.

Though it had been no more than once, in that short span he had already countered the Form of Push.

No matter how much he was a master who had crossed the wall, this was not easy.

‘Impossible.’

‘This was a being that the present Mok Gyeong-un absolutely could not handle.’

To think such a monster existed.

At that moment Great Young Master Na Yul-ryang aimed sword astral energy at Mok Gyeong-un’s right shoulder.

“Now then, shall we begin with the right arm?”

-Grin!

-Na Yul-ryang’s appearance, with the corners of his lips nearly reaching his ears, was madness itself.

It seemed as though he felt the emotion of joy in another person’s pain.

So sword astral energy was about to dig into Mok Gyeong-un’s shoulder.

-Whoooosh!

-It was right at that moment.

-Crack!

-The sound of something breaking was heard.

At it, one of Na Yul-ryang’s eyebrows lifted.

What was that sound just now?

-Gooooooo!

Right then.

From all directions, drops of blood suddenly began to spurt upward.

Then, beginning from the ground, the walls, and every part of the surroundings was dyed with red blood.

With little time left until evening, the sky that had gradually been darkening was suddenly dyed blood-red and swallowed everything around it.

‘What in the world?’

The moment he thought that, it suddenly vanished as though the whole thing had been an illusion.

!?

‘What on earth was it?’

It had been so vivid that it could not be called merely seeing things.

Na Yul-ryang felt a strange wariness at the incomprehensible and uncanny omen.

An ordinary person would have felt fear from this or been at a loss with wariness, but he was different from ordinary people.

Na Yul-ryang judged that this sudden bizarre phenomenon must be related to Mok Gyeong-un.

Therefore,

‘I should simply kill him.’

The instant he made up his mind, he at once tried to swing sword astral energy toward Mok Gyeong-un’s neck.

At that moment,

-Chaaang!

Something blocked his sword astral energy.

What blocked it was none other than a smoking pipe.

‘A smoking pipe?’

‘Mok Gyeong-un, breathing roughly, looked up at the being holding the smoking pipe.’

The owner of that smoking pipe was none other than Blue Spirit.

Blue Spirit opened her mouth in a cold voice.

“He is mine.”

-Jjirit!

-At a strange sensation he had never felt before, one that stimulated all five senses, Na Yul-ryang withdrew his sword astral energy.

Then he frowned and said,

“Youngest Junior Sister?”

“!?”