The Youngest Member Chapter 88

"Young hero Lesser Sword Dragon. Won't you co out?"

A mont of silence.

Following that, a cheer of a different dinsion from Seok Domyeong's ti erupted.

Who was the Lesser Sword Dragon?

The eldest son of the Nangong family, the son of the Sword King, the rising talent who was the best at using a sword of the era.

It was an obvious fact that he would beco one of the key figures who would lead the white path martial world in the future. Perhaps, he could even beco the alliance leader. Because there were so many from the Nangong family among the successive alliance leaders.

There were even people who had co from far away just to see Nangong Jin's duel.

And so, everyone's attention was focused on Nangong Jin.

Even Tang Soyeon and Jin Yun, who were next to him, gave an embarrassed smile at the pressure.

Nangong Jin's expression was low.

"Song Yiyeon..."

It was absurd that a re rchant, and a rising talent from Anhui at that, had pointed him out.

Nangong Jin got up from his seat and took the Azure Sky Sword that he had placed next to him. At that, a cheer erupted again.

Nangong Jin, who frowned, thinking it was noisy, looked at the place where the leadership of the Martial Alliance was gathered.

Fortunately, his father, the Sword King, was not there.

Soon, Nangong Jin let out a sigh and went up to the dueling stage.

Song Yiyeon was smiling shalessly with that handso face of his.

"Let's have a good duel. Young hero Nangong."

"Is it because of the Dragon and Phoenix Society's matter? If so, it has nothing to do with . In the first place, I have no interest in whether you guys join the society or not..."

"No."

Song Yiyeon answered firmly.

At that, Nangong Jin asked in a slightly lower tone.

"Then why."

The Nangong family was the emperor.

The emperor does not allow his subjects to crawl up.

The Anhui Song family was a small family that did business under the shadow of the Nangong family, and Song Yiyeon was the eldest son of such a place.

Naturally, there should not have been a case where such a Song Yiyeon would call him up to the dueling stage.

At Nangong Jin's question, Song Yiyeon gave a gentle smile.

"Just because."

"..."

"I just called you. Is there a particular reason needed?"

Song Yiyeon, who said so, drew the White Flower Sword.

Since the opponent had co up to the dueling stage, talking any further would only cool down the crowd's excitent.

Nangong Jin glared at Song Yiyeon with a dry expression and then drew the Azure Sky Sword in response.

Two well-made swords were aid at each other.

For so reason, just that made the atmosphere of the audience seats heat up.

Because the image that people commonly thought of when they thought of a martial artist was spread out on the dueling stage. A magnificent and handso appearance, a stylish posture of drawing a sword, and even the hot gazes glaring at each other.

"It seems you've lost your fear after hanging out with Cheon Woojin. I'll teach you again after a long ti."

A blue ki barrier covered Nangong Jin's Azure Sky Sword. A unique cool and hegemonic energy instantly dominated the dueling stage.

It was not his first confrontation with Song Yiyeon. Because they were born and raised together in Anhui, they had had quite a few confrontations, being conscious of each other. A confrontation was not just when they directly crossed swords.

Nangong Jin had won against Song Yiyeon since he was born.

The fa of the Anhui Song family could not be compared to the Nangong family.

Also, he had won once more by obtaining the nickna of Lesser Sword Dragon. At that ti, Song Yiyeon was a naless swordsman without even a nickna.

Recently, he had won again in the Martial Alliance selection exam. Nangong Jin had passed with a higher score than Song Yiyeon.

And so, Nangong Jin had never lost to Song Yiyeon in his life. It was not a particularly happy thing. It was just a natural result.

"Wow, it's nacing."

Song Yiyeon smiled as he saw the blue sword ki on the Azure Sky Sword. Although he pretended to be nonchalant, now that he was facing Nangong Jin directly, he could feel the weight of the nickna Lesser Sword Dragon.

Of course, it was not Nangong Jin who would not know his inner thoughts.

"It seems you're already regretting it. As expected, it's boring."

At the sa ti as those words ended, a firecracker exploded in the high sky.

At the sa ti, the two rushed at each other as if they had promised.

Clang-!

Although the distance between the two was quite far, they clashed their swords at the midpoint at the sa ti as the firecracker exploded.

As if facing a lifelong rival, they were both using all their strength.

The common people were just excited, saying it was amazing, but the martial artists could see a little more.

When they started, the distance between them was ten steps.

Song Yiyeon took four steps, and Nangong Jin rushed six steps.

He had been pushed back by Nangong Jin in speed from the first exchange.

Of course, the two also knew that fact.

Nevertheless, Nangong Jin's expression was extrely bored. In the first place, a victory against Song Yiyeon was not a happy thing.

Song Yiyeon, who realized that fact, gripped the White Flower Sword even more roughly. Soon, a sword ki that resembled a magnolia covered the pure white blade.

It was a sword ki that suited the nickna of White Flower Sword perfectly.

"Hah, not bad."

Nangong Jin admired him as if praising a child. It was because the density of the sword ki was quite high.

Soon, the two took a step back.

Nangong Jin, who had confird his superiority with the one exchange just now, finally felt his tension release. Even that fact felt unpleasant.

'Was I concerned about that guy?'

Nangong Jin frowned. Since he had entered the Martial Alliance, there had not been a single thing he liked.

From not being able to take first place in the selection exam, to not being able to show his prominence in the mission.

Above all, the fact that his father, the Sword King, liked and acknowledged Cheon Woojin and Song Yiyeon very much.

And even the cowardly and dirty behavior of the Dragon and Phoenix Society.

Those unpleasant feelings were put into the sword.

The Azure Sky Sword showed off its unique cool energy in all directions.

Nangong Jin slightly twisted the tip of his foot.

Preparation for the next leap.

He also confird that Song Yiyeon's gaze was going down.

At the sa ti, Nangong Jin rushed forward.

As expected, Song Yiyeon's white blade was raised up. What was superior in swordsmanship compared to swordsmanship was speed and sharpness.

However, since he had lost his speed, there was nothing Song Yiyeon could do.

Clang-!

He strikes down Song Yiyeon's blade.

At the sa ti, he rotates his body like a single motion as if water were flowing and draws a long horizontal line.

Although Song Yiyeon blocked it again, his reaction was slower than before. Nangong Jin continued to extend his sword. He had no intention of giving him a break.

It was a smooth motion that was worthy of the nickna of Lesser Sword Dragon.

Nangong Jin watched and predicted all of Song Yiyeon's breathing, footwork, eye movents, and the trajectory of his blade.

Everything that was happening on the dueling stage was flowing according to Nangong Jin's intentions.

There were no variables. He thoroughly controlled and led the entire duel.

Song Yiyeon's blade, which was blocking Nangong Jin's Azure Sky Sword, gradually slowed down. Every ti they clashed, Song Yiyeon's steps were pushed back by half a step, and his breathing was slightly taken away.

'It must be tough. It's the sword of Nangong.'

It was not a sword that a rchant could block.

Nangong Jin's offensive beca faster and stronger.

While people were letting out exclamations, Nangong Jin's sword was cutting Song Yiyeon's clothes one by one.

At first, it was the sleeve, the side, the thigh.

Song Yiyeon's footwork was disturbed, and his eyes were dizzy and could not find their place. His grip was already red from not being able to handle the force, and the muscles of his forearm were swollen as if they would burst.

Nangong Jin, who had confird all that nonchalantly, was convinced.

One move.

It would be the last move.

He couldn't just win. He was thinking of clearly making Song Yiyeon aware of the difference between a sword family and a rchant family on this occasion.

Nangong Jin, who had driven Song Yiyeon to the end of the dueling stage, suddenly took two steps back.

At the sa ti, he raises the Azure Sky Sword towards the clouds.

While most were puzzled, a few who recognized the posture let out an exclamation.

"T-the Emperor's Sword Form!"

The special skill of the Nangong family.

The highest martial art that only the direct line of the family head could perform.

Although it was arrogant as if it would pierce the sky, that arrogance was by no ans looked down upon. Rather, it felt as if it had the right to be so, and it made the opponent who faced it cower.

The sword of the emperor did not know defeat.

Although he had not mastered it, it was enough to show the power of the emperor to the son of a rchant family.

Nangong Jin thought so. The Azure Sky Sword was filled with the unique blue energy of the Nangong family and let out a magnificent sword cry.

Woong-!

He saw Song Yiyeon approaching urgently.

Nangong Jin let out a smirk. It was not a bad judgnt, but crucially, with that guy's speed...

It was then.

For a mont, Song Yiyeon had escaped Nangong Jin's sight.

Nangong Jin's eyes widened.

The figure of Song Yiyeon, whom he had lost for a mont, had already approached right in front of him. Nangong Jin urgently brought down the Azure Sky Sword.

Although it was a hegemonic strike filled with the energy of the emperor, Song Yiyeon did not retreat or dodge.

Rather, he thrusts out his longsword with the nobility of a white flower.

Because he had lived his whole life crushed under the shadow of the Nangong family, he could never back down in a duel.

If it had been a real battle, it would have been a strike that would not have hesitated to die together.

The two proud n thrust their swords at each other.

"W-wait!"

A sigh first erupted from the side of the Martial Alliance leadership.

It was already too late. It had long since deviated from the form of a duel.

The two had reached a situation where they could not retrieve their swords.

If they were left as they were, both would suffer fatal injuries.

Although it was sothing that could happen in the duels of rising talents full of vigor, everyone was so engrossed in the duel of the two that they had not thought of stopping them.

And so, the mont Song Yiyeon's White Flower Sword reached Nangong Jin's chest, and Nangong Jin's Azure Sky Sword reached Song Yiyeon's shoulder.

"Hoho, it's hot. It's hot."

"Good work."

A soft voice and a dry voice squeezed through the two.

The White Flower Sword and the Azure Sky Sword could not reach each other's bodies and stopped in mid-air.

The Martial Alliance Leader, Beili Tian, caught the Azure Sky Sword with his bare hands. No one had seen his movent.

However, what was more surprising was.

That Cheon Woojin was also holding Song Yiyeon's hand, which was holding the White Flower Sword. Likewise, no one had seen Cheon Woojin's movent.

Only the alliance leader and Cheon Woojin had recognized each other.

"Young hero Song, you've proven enough."

Cheon Woojin's calm voice cald down Song Yiyeon's sowhat excited heart.

Song Yiyeon, who let out a deep breath, finally put away the White Flower Sword.

Nangong Jin also nervously put the Azure Sky Sword back into its scabbard.

The official in charge of the proceedings, who had approached late, asked the alliance leader.

"E-alliance Leader. Who... won?"

Not only Song Yiyeon and Nangong Jin, but everyone's attention was directed at the alliance leader.

The alliance leader looked at the two for a mont and then laughed.

"Who won? It's a draw."

Song Yiyeon grinned, and Nangong Jin's expression crumpled.

The superiority in the relationship between the two had always been with Nangong Jin.

But, they had co to stand on the sa line.

For Nangong Jin, it was a bitter defeat, and for Song Yiyeon, it was a duel that had beco a sowhat regrettable victory.

The audience made a disappointed sound as if it were empty, but the martial artists who knew the Nangong family well thought that it was Song Yiyeon's victory.

Nangong Jin, with a stiff face, was coming down from the dueling stage when he suddenly turned his head and asked.

"Song Yiyeon."

"Ah, young hero Nangong. It was a good match."

He says it was good. Well, since he won, it must be good.

Although that bright smile was quite unpleasant, Nangong Jin was so curious that he asked.

"That last move. Did you hide it until the end?"

The last movent of Song Yiyeon, which he had perford against the Emperor's Sword Form, was on a different level from before. To the extent that he wondered if he could perform that much speed even if he used his movent skills with all his might.

Song Yiyeon let out a smirk.

"Of course I hid it. The only thing I can have an advantage over young hero Nangong is speed."

"Why did you think so? The sword art of the Nangong family is not a slow, heavy sword."

Nangong Jin beca even more unpleasant. Didn't that guy Song Yiyeon say that he was confident that he was faster even before the duel?

However, Song Yiyeon was still smiling brightly.

"Ask young hero Jin Yun. How fast a person can be. We were people who almost died while running."

"...What nonsense."

Nangong Jin clicked his tongue and ca down from the dueling stage.

Song Yiyeon burst into a chuckle at that sight.

That guy Nangong Jin will never know. How harsh young hero Cheon's movent skill training is. What it feels like to run while vomiting.

(End of Chapter)