The Youngest Member Chapter 35

A strange silence fell upon the banquet hall.

No one had expected Cheon Woojin to point to the Sword King as his dueling opponent.

Of course, the most flustered person was the Sword King himself.

When he was younger, that is, until he was in his forties, he would often receive duel requests.

As martial artists full of vigor often do, they would seek out those called masters and ask for a match.

Naturally, the Sword King had never lost a duel. Not just the Sword King, but anyone who had risen to the ranks of the Twenty-Seven Venerables of the World would be the sa.

To win, and win again, and to not stop winning until one reached their fifties was what it ant to be one of the Twenty-Seven Venerables of the World.

No one requested a duel with the Sword King who had gone through such a process anymore. The reason was obvious. Because the result was already decided.

The Sword King's duels were no longer duels. They were just 'guidance' where he accepted the polite request of a subordinate for a certain price.

"So, you're saying you want to have a duel with ?"

"Yes."

That rising talent nodded his head as if it were a matter of course.

This was truly fresh. It felt as if his mind had been cleared, as if he had washed his face with cold water.

"Ahem, no matter what, I am the head of the Nangong family, so it would be difficult for

to have a duel with you here."

That was the truth. There were few in the martial world who could have a duel with the Sword King. At most, it would be the Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, who was called one of the three great swordsn of the world along with him.

For such a Sword King to have a duel with a re newcor of the Martial Alliance was a rather ridiculous thing.

However, Cheon Woojin did not understand at all. After all, the two masters who had taught him were n who did not care about such things at all.

Soon, the Sword King's words continued.

"Since I have my dignity as a family head, that would be difficult. However, I will arrange a duel for you with a master you can be satisfied with."

Cheon Woojin nonchalantly nodded his head. In fact, it was a duel that didn't matter whether he had it or not. He had just blurted out whatever ca to mind because he was persistently demanding a wish.

The Sword King said sothing to a servant, and before the drinking party could go on for long, a man entered the banquet hall.

A strange light flashed in Cheon Woojin's eyes.

It was as if a single famous sword, honed and polished by a master craftsman for decades, was walking in.

Although the martial artists of the Nangong family were generally sharp, that man's disposition was particularly severe.

The Sword King, who had confird Cheon Woojin's expression, smiled with satisfaction and introduced the man.

"He is your dueling opponent. He is a master who is counted among the best in our Nangong family, and a fellow who is called the Sword Hero in the martial world."

"T-the Sword Hero!"

Exclamations erupted from among the people.

Although he was now in his forties, he was a man who had carried all sorts of modifiers related to genius since he was young.

Among the many modifiers, the one that represented him the most was the 'Number One Fast Sword of Anhui'.

Although there were those whose nicknas had the na of a province attached, such as the 'Number One Sword of Zhejiang' or the 'Number One Sword of Guizhou', it had a more special aning in Anhui. Because it was the place where the Nangong family, which had established a family with the sword, was located.

The Sword Hero, Nangong Seok, who had confird Cheon Woojin, frowned slightly.

"Don't tell

he is my dueling opponent?"

It was a natural reaction. He had co because the Sword King had personally ordered a duel, but a young brat was sitting there.

The Sword King nodded his head.

"Don't be careless."

At those words, the Sword Hero's gaze sank low. Because the Sword King was not a person who would carelessly say empty words.

"The place?"

The Sword Hero asked in a low voice. The banquet hall of the Nangong family was very large, so it was possible to conduct a duel, a performance, or a play in the central space of the '匚' shaped table.

Of course, it would be impossible if the duel beca fierce because their martial might was similar.

The Sword Hero's question contained such a aning.

'How strong is this guy?'

The Sword King replied with a slight smile.

"It's fine to proceed here."

At that answer, the Sword Hero nodded his head. He felt his tense heart relax a little. It was a matter of course, but it was taken as a sign to give so guidance to an opponent who was his subordinate.

Soon, the Sword Hero stood in the center of the banquet hall and looked at Cheon Woojin. At that, everyone's gaze turned to Cheon Woojin.

Cheon Woojin took the wine glass in front of him, wet his throat slightly, and then got up from his seat.

"I am Cheon Woojin."

Cheon Woojin cupped his fist first and showed his respect. At that, the Sword Hero cupped his fist in return.

"I am Nangong Seok. I'll be in your care."

"Yes."

Cheon Woojin instinctively tried to grab the Crescent Moon Staff on his back, but then he put it down on his seat and took out the Crane Feather Fan from his robes.

A strange light flashed in so people's eyes. They had seen Cheon Woojin use a staff, but it was the first ti they had seen him use a fan.

In the anti, the Sword King's expression had hardened slightly, so much so that no one could notice.

Soon, the duel began.

The Sword Hero, as a senior in the martial world, said he would yield three moves.

At that, Cheon Woojin fell into a short thought.

- Woojin, when you have a duel with a subordinate of the white path, it is right to yield the first move appropriately.

- Nonsense. Smash his head first and see.

- No, you brat, Black Master, do you not know what a duel is?

Anyway, his White Master had taught him that it was polite to go easy on a subordinate of the white path when having a duel.

Cheon Woojin recalled that teaching for a mont and then nodded his head.

Soon, the Crane Feather Fan in Cheon Woojin's hand cut through the air with a truly gentle posture.

Swoosh-!

However, at the end of that gentleness, there was strength. The sword wind that poured out from the tip of the Crane Feather Fan rushed towards the Sword Hero.

It was quite fierce, and it only aid at the Sword Hero and did not spread to the surroundings, which drew people's surprise.

A strange light also flashed in the Sword Hero's eyes.

The Sword Hero, who had lowered his posture, drew the sword at his waist and at the sa ti took a step forward.

Heavenly Prison Sword Drawing Art.

It was a sword drawing art derived from the Nangong family's Thirteen Sword Prisons of Lightning, and it was the Heavenly Tiger's specialty and the martial art that had earned him the nickna of the 'Number One Fast Sword of Anhui'.

The well-honed Sky-Blue Sword fiercely cut through the front.

Slice-!

The sword wind that Cheon Woojin had poured out t the tip of the Sword Hero's sword and was gently split.

'Fast.'

Cheon Woojin nodded his head. The Sword Hero's sword was certainly very light and fast. There would be few among those present who could follow his sword with their eyes.

For a mont, Cheon Woojin had a subtle smile that no one could notice.

He had beco interested in that sword.

Cheon Woojin lightly rolled on the floor. At that, his figure seed to disappear as if it had sunk into the ground, and then he appeared in front of the Sword Hero in an instant.

The startled Sword Hero hurriedly got into a stance. Since he had said he would yield three moves, he was waiting for an attack.

Soon, the white Crane Feather Fan swayed in the air again. The Sword Hero raised his Sky-Blue Ki with a rather tense heart, unlike the first ti.

"..."

But, far from a sword wind, not even a small breeze blew.

As a sense of doubt flashed through the Sword Hero's mind.

"Tsk."

The Sword King clicked his tongue in a low voice.

At the sa ti, a sharp energy that felt as if it would be cut at any mont was felt in the Sword Hero's senses.

And not from the front where Cheon Woojin was, but from behind.

The Sword Hero instinctively twisted his waist. At the sa ti, the sword wind that poured out from behind grazed his waist and cut it.

A few drops of blood splattered into the air.

The Sword Hero, who had distanced himself, pressed his waist with his left hand to stop the bleeding.

"..."

A strange silence fell on the scene. No one had expected Cheon Woojin to be the first to injure the Sword Hero's body.

The Sword Hero, who was staring at Cheon Woojin, said.

"There's one last move left, so co at ."

The Sword Hero's will was clearly felt in his tone. That after this one move, he would go on the offensive with all his might.

Cheon Woojin, who nodded his head, swung the Crane Feather Fan again, and a sword wind rushed towards the Sword Hero.

The Sword Hero swung his sword with a tense heart. Because although a sword wind was blowing from the front, he could not predict which direction it would twist at any mont.

Soon, the Sword Hero's sword and Cheon Woojin's sword wind t.

The Sword Hero felt a sense of doubt for a mont.

Because it was a very honest sword wind, so much so that his tension was in vain.

For a mont, the Sword Hero's heart, who looked at Cheon Woojin's face, flushed red. That young rising talent was looking at him with a face full of expectation.

In other words, he had casually let the last move he had been yielded pass, in anticipation of the Sword Hero's full-power offensive.

The Sword Hero thought that Cheon Woojin was looking down on him.

Soon, the Sword Hero's montum changed at once.

His mindset had changed from guiding a subordinate to ending the duel with a victory.

"It's over."

The Sword King said in a low voice.

As expected, the ground where the Sword Hero was standing was trembling slightly.

The unique domineering and valiant Sky-Blue Ki of the Nangong family completely dominated the surroundings.

While everyone was exclaiming in admiration, Cheon Woojin waited for the Sword Hero's attack with a calm expression.

Soon, the Sword Hero's posture beca so low that it seed to touch the ground. His unique fast sword art would be unfolded. He had no intention of hiding it. Because his fast sword art was sothing that could not be blocked even if you knew.

The mont the Sword Hero's back foot lightly pushed off the ground.

Boom-!

The air in the place where he had been exploded. The Sword Hero's figure rushed towards Cheon Woojin like a shot arrow.

By the ti the Sword Hero reached Cheon Woojin, it was a speed so fast that everyone except a few masters was looking at the place where he had originally been.

Soon, the silver-white sword body fiercely cut through the air.

Slice-!

The Sword Hero was sure of victory from the sensation he felt at his fingertips. Although he had not cut it completely, he had cut sothing.

However, he could not help but doubt the scene that unfolded before his eyes.

"W-what is this..."

What the Sword Hero had cut was not Cheon Woojin.

It was just the wind that Cheon Woojin had created.

The Sword Hero's sword was blocked by the condensed wind. It was a wind so hard and exquisite that he had mistaken it for cutting a person.

The Sword Hero realized. A martial artist who could handle a sword wind of this level was a master who was on a higher level than him.

The reason the Sword King had allowed a duel in this banquet hall was because he had seen this guy, not him, as the superior.

Soon, as Cheon Woojin swung the Crane Feather Fan again.

Swoosh-!

The wind that was holding the Sword Hero's sword began to rotate like crazy. The Sword Hero tried to pull out his sword, but it didn't work as he wanted. The sword that was in contact with the whirlwind trembled like crazy.

"T-this...!"

By the ti he let go of the sword, it was already too late. The single sword that had been swallowed by the whirlwind soon burst into pieces.

What was surprising even in that was that the wind that Cheon Woojin had created blocked the broken sword pieces from reaching the table.

At that sight, the Sword Hero lost his will to fight.

Soon, the Sword Hero, who had let his arms hang down in vain, readily admitted his defeat.

"...I lost."

Cheon Woojin, who had put away the Crane Feather Fan, cupped his fist politely to the Sword Hero.

Exclamations mixed with surprise erupted from all over.

Although they knew that Cheon Woojin was stronger than common sense, they had not expected him to defeat the Sword Hero so overwhelmingly.

Even Zhuge Lin and Song Yiyeon, who already knew Cheon Woojin's martial might to so extent, were dumbfounded.

In that heated atmosphere, one person's expression was hardened like a stone.

"Newcor Cheon."

A truly heavy voice reached Cheon Woojin, cutting through the people's exclamations.

Cheon Woojin's gaze turned to the Sword King.

"Co out and talk to

for a mont."

The Sword King, who said so, got up from his seat and left the banquet hall.

At that, an awkward silence fell on the scene. Everyone looked at Cheon Woojin, watching his expression.

Even the Sword Hero who had had the duel tilted his head, not knowing the reason.

However, Cheon Woojin had a guess.

'Did he recognize it?'

Soon, Cheon Woojin bowed his head to the Sword Hero once more and then left the banquet hall.

(End of Chapter)