The Beggar Young Master of the Namgung Clan

Swoosh—

Namgung Il's gaze quietly turned to Hwang Dong-jae's back.

Jong Seo-eon, who was lying there in a mess.

Seeing that he had no reaction even when Namgung Il appeared in front of him, it seemed he had finally lost consciousness.

"What have you been doing until now?"

"..."

"What's with that state? No, that beggar-like appearance suits you better."

Hwang Dong-jae said sarcastically.

But Namgung Il, who did not react to those words.

He just looked back at Hwang Dong-jae with cold, sunken eyes.

"Did you make Jong Seo-eon like that?"

"..."

Surprisingly, Namgung Il was calm.

As if he didn't like that he was making such an expression even in a situation like this, Hwang Dong-jae decided to provoke Namgung Il's nerves a little more.

"Yes, I did."

"..."

"This is all your fault. If you hadn't sent your lackey alone and had come so late..."

Just then, a ray of light grazed Hwang Dong-jae's cheek.

At the same time, a sound of impact was heard from behind.

As Hwang Dong-jae reacted to the sound and turned around, an unbelievable sight was unfolding there.

"...!"

The brats who had been holding Jong Seo-eon on both sides were floating in the air.

And in front of them, Namgung Il, who was extending his two hands left and right.

As if time had stopped for a moment, Hwang Dong-jae could see that sight clearly, but as time began to flow again, the two who had been floating in the air were thrown back at a tremendous speed.

'Wh-what on earth happened...'

Hwang Dong-jae looked at Namgung Il with a dumbfounded face.

An unbelievable sight that had occurred in the moment he was speaking.

Hwang Dong-jae could not understand at all when Namgung Il, who had been several feet away, had gone there and had sent his subordinates flying.

Thud—

Whether that was the case or not, Namgung Il carefully caught Jong Seo-eon, who was falling towards him.

Looking closely, Jong Seo-eon's appearance was much more serious.

Namgung Il looked down at Jong Seo-eon in his arms and said in a low voice.

"...You've worked hard."

"..."

"Leave it to me now."

Namgung Il said and laid Jong Seo-eon on the floor.

Although this was a golden opportunity to ambush him, for some reason, Hwang Dong-jae could not attack Namgung Il.

Swoosh—

After laying Jong Seo-eon on the floor, Namgung Il stood up again.

The quiet anger felt from that back.

As Namgung Il, who had turned his head, met his eyes, Hwang Dong-jae flinched without realizing it.

'What am I doing... don't tell me I'm scared of that brat now?'

Although Hwang Dong-jae instinctively knew that, he absolutely did not admit it in his head.

To be scared before even fighting.

Hwang Dong-jae was feeling shame at the fact that he had felt such an emotion towards a first-year.

Rumble—

Just then, people flocked to Namgung Il's side.

Seeing that, Hwang Dong-jae forced a line on his lips and said to Namgung Il.

"Namgung Il, you're also finished here."

"..."

"If you swear to obey me even now, I won't make you like that brat..."

"Shut up."

A short but clear and strong voice.

At that one word from Namgung Il, Hwang Dong-jae had no choice but to swallow his words in the middle.

"It's been a long time since I've been this angry."

"..."

"You won't be able to walk away nicely today."

Namgung Il said and pulled out the Beggar's Staff he had been carrying on his back.

The Beggar's Staff that was pulled out smoothly in one go, as if it were his own body.

At Namgung Il's warning-filled words, Hwang Dong-jae's expression hardened for a moment, but he soon looked at Namgung Il, who was holding the Beggar's Staff, and smirked.

"What's with that dead bamboo?"

"..."

"Since you don't have a sword, are you thinking of doing something with that?"

He had never heard of the Namgung Clan using staff techniques.

In fact, Namgung Il had always carried a sword until now, and Hwang Dong-jae knew well that Namgung Il's skill in using a sword was quite threatening.

On the contrary, it meant that he was not that much of a threat without a sword.

No matter how outstanding his swordsmanship was, in the end, his skill was bound to be significantly reduced without a sword.

"It looks like it will break really easily."

"What will break will be your bones."

"...What?"

"You'll find out exactly what it means to be beaten like a dog today."

Grind—

Hwang Dong-jae's brow furrowed deeply.

To think that a brat without a proper weapon was still pretending to be relaxed.

As if he were going to tear off that mask right away, Hwang Dong-jae shouted at his subordinates.

"Kill him!"

When Hwang Dong-jae shouted, the people who had been surrounding Namgung Il all showed their hostility.

Soon, the attacks that were coming towards Namgung Il.

First, a man from behind rushed at Namgung Il with a sword.

Swish—

At that moment, something strongly struck the man's hand.

A strong impact that made him drop the sword from his hand without realizing it.

Before the dropped sword could fall to the floor, the Beggar's Staff deeply pierced the man's abdomen.

"Kuh—!"

The man fell to the floor, vomiting from his mouth.

Without even a moment to catch his breath, this time, enemies rushed in from both sides.

As they swung their sabers from both sides at the same time, Namgung Il quickly spun his Beggar's Staff and held it diagonally.

"...!"

Namgung Il was blocking the sabers swung from both sides at the same time with one Beggar's Staff.

As he moved the Beggar's Staff as if twisting it in that state, the two who were holding the sabers had no choice but to lose their posture in an instant, and Namgung Il put the Beggar's Staff on the floor and floated up in the air.

Thwack—

Namgung Il fiercely kicked left and right while floating in the air.

A kick that was directed precisely at the opponent's vital points.

Since their posture was already broken, the enemies had no choice but to be uselessly hit by Namgung Il's kick.

"Aaaah—!"

Just then, another person from the front was rushing at Namgung Il.

Namgung Il's figure was still floating in the air, leaning on the Beggar's Staff.

In this state, it seemed that the enemy's attack would come in first, just before Namgung Il's feet touched the ground.

Swish—

Seeing that, Namgung Il pulled the Beggar's Staff towards him with all his might.

As if it had considerable elasticity, as he pulled it strongly, the Beggar's Staff bent in that direction like a bow.

Ping—

Namgung Il let go of the Beggar's Staff in a state where it was bent a lot.

The Beggar's Staff that was thrown at the man in front due to the recoil.

The man who was rushing at Namgung Il with great momentum could not react to the Beggar's Staff that was flying in an instant.

Thwack—

In the end, the man took the Beggar's Staff that was flying straight at him with his face.

Although the impact of being hit by the flying Beggar's Staff was not fatal, it was enough to stop the man's movement for a moment, and the man frowned deeply and opened his eyes that he had closed for a moment.

"...!"

As he opened his eyes, Namgung Il's figure was right in front of him.

He was holding the Beggar's Staff that he had thrown with his left hand, and then his right hand...?

The moment he tried to find the whereabouts of his disappeared right hand, the man's body folded like paper and was thrown back.

Thud—

It had happened in a really short time.

But that one moment was so strong that it was deeply imprinted in the enemy's mind.

"...!"

Unlike their previous momentum, the enemies were hesitating and standing in their places.

What on earth did I just see?

The expressions of the people who were looking at Namgung Il all seemed to be saying that.

"...Uh."

That was the same for Hwang Dong-jae.

Surely, he was holding Namgung Il's sword.

Since the result had come out completely opposite to what he had expected... he could not understand what on earth had happened.

'That... what on earth was that movement?'

It was a movement he had never seen before.

How on earth could he use a staff so freely like that?

Even he, who knew nothing about staff techniques, could tell that Namgung Il's staff techniques were at a high level.

'No... this is not at a level that can be called high level.'

That was at the level of Body-Staff Unity.

That much, Namgung Il was handling the Beggar's Staff as his own body, no, more than that.

"...!"

In this state, he could not defeat Namgung Il.

Just by watching Namgung Il's staff techniques for a moment, Hwang Dong-jae could be sure of that.

"A-aim for that brat!"

"..."

"Capture the hostage and make Namgung Il unable to move!"

Even if it was ugly, it couldn't be helped.

To climb a cliff that could not be climbed, shouldn't one hang on to the cliff like this?

Since he had judged that there was no other way but to use Jong Seo-eon as a hostage to defeat Namgung Il, Hwang Dong-jae hurriedly shouted at his subordinates.

Phat—

As if the other people were also thinking similarly to Hwang Dong-jae, a few had already rushed towards Jong Seo-eon.

Of course, Namgung Il had no intention of letting those brats move as they pleased, and the enemies fell like reeds at the Beggar's Staff that Namgung Il swung.

"...!"

But since there were so many, Namgung Il could not stop all the people at once.

In the end, one person approached Jong Seo-eon's side like a loach, and as soon as he got close, he stretched out his hidden hand towards Jong Seo-eon.

Thud— Thud—.

Just then, someone walked out and blocked Jong Seo-eon's path.

The man shouted at the person who was blocking Jong Seo-eon with a sharp voice and swung his fist.

"Move!"

"..."

The person who was blocking Jong Seo-eon quietly raised his two hands.

At that moment, a green energy that was faintly blooming in his two hands.

Tang Wol-yeong dug into the man's chest with her poison hands out.

Bang—!

Tang Wol-yeong's right hand touched the man's body.

Although the movement was quite fast, this was almost like no impact at all.

The man smiled leisurely and threw a punch at Tang Wol-yeong again.

However.

"...!"

The man's expression changed rapidly.

His body, which had been moving fine until just now, did not move as if he had been electrocuted, and his breathing also became quite rough.

"D-don't tell me..."

"..."

"This is p-poison..."

In the end, the man could not finish his words.

By the time he realized what he had been hit by, it was already too late.

The man's body, which had lost consciousness with paralysis, fell to the floor helplessly, and Tang Wol-yeong stood by Jong Seo-eon's side and raised her two hands.

"I'll protect this place."

"..."

"So don't worry and fight as much as you want."

Now, Tang Wol-yeong was proudly using her poison arts even in front of people.

Thanks to someone's one word, she had now remembered that poison arts were not a vile and dirty martial art.

As Tang Wol-yeong said that proudly, Namgung Il smiled slightly at her.

'It's alright to leave that place to Tang Wol-yeong.'

Seeing her use the Life-Saving Ten Thousand Poison Hand without hesitation in front of people, Namgung Il judged so.

Although her hidden weapon skills might be poor, Tang Wol-yeong, who used poison arts, was at a level that even he would find difficult.

Since he had already defeated quite a lot of enemies, the remaining brats could be blocked by Tang Wol-yeong alone.

'Then I...'

Thanks to Tang Wol-yeong, it seemed he could now beat them to his heart's content.

As Namgung Il's gaze turned to him, Hwang Dong-jae's face turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

"I've waited a long time."

"...!"

"Are you ready to be beaten?"

The Beggar King, Do Yeoksan.

At this moment, holding the Beggar's Staff, Namgung Il seemed to have returned to that time.

(End of Chapter)