Make the Namgung Family Great Again – Chapter 6

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Song Chae-ji, dumbfounded by the scene unfolding before her and thought to herself,

‘What? What’s going on?’

Her mind couldn’t keep up with reality.

If Namgung-Woo were in danger, Song Chae-ji had planned to abandon her last shred of hope and concede the match to save him.

She had been intently watching for the right moment to intervene.

Yet, despite her focused observation, she hadn’t been able to fully grasp Namgung-Woo’s movements.

It was shocking.

The person she had assumed to be an ordinary commoner with no martial arts training was, in fact, a supreme master?

It was a story so absurd that even the most outlandish rumors wouldn’t dare tell it.

Truthfully, Song Chae-ji hadn’t examined the unconscious Namgung-Woo very closely.

His complexion was fine, his body temperature normal, and even his breathing seemed steady. She had simply assumed he was a drunkard who had passed out in the street.

If she had sensed even a trace of martial arts training, she would have checked his pulse and examined his internal energy flow. But there had been nothing.

‘Which means…’

He was in a realm beyond her comprehension.

A master in a transcendent domain, a level so high that even martial artists striving to reach their peak cannot fathom it.

That’s why neither Song Chae-ji nor the Black Bear Gang members had noticed his martial arts prowess.

‘That move just now… it was a fist, wasn’t it? I couldn’t even see it… and that footwork? What was that? It looked like a simple step, but…’

The martial arts Namgung-Woo displayed were in a realm beyond Song Chae-ji’s ability to perceive.

However, Song Chae-ji was no ordinary martial artist.

Moreover, she was a rising star, a prodigy who, at the tender age of twenty, was on the verge of reaching the Peak realm.

Her curiosity and thirst for knowledge about martial arts were naturally strong.

The moment she witnessed such profound martial arts, she was completely entranced and lost in contemplation as she replayed the sequence of events in her mind.

The outcome of the spar? It was no longer a concern for her.

There was no way a master of that caliber would lose in a place like Pingyao County.

Even if the infamous leader of the Black Bear Gang, a renowned Master himself, were to step forward, would he last even three seconds?

This man was at least at the pinnacle of Peak realm, perhaps even beyond, a Transcendent Master without a doubt.

A spar against the insignificant members of an unorthodox sect who hadn’t even reached the Peak realm? Namgung-Woo’s victory was a foregone conclusion.

The Black Bear Gang members who also realized this, began to shrink back and avoided Namgung-Woo’s gaze as he looked for his next opponent.

“What’s this? No more challengers?”

Namgung-Woo reveled in this situation.

The unrestrained movements, so different from the somewhat rigid feeling within Chu-rok Murim.

The sensation of wielding his internal energy filled him with an unprecedented exhilaration.

An unfamiliar joy surged through him.

In this moment, even the thought of his original world, which had been constantly nagging at the back of his mind, vanished.

He simply wanted to learn more.

More about wielding his internal energy, about moving his body, about martial arts.

While Namgung-Woo was momentarily lost in contemplation and replayed his recent movements, Pung-hyo’s mind raced.

‘Footwork, fist techniques… all top-notch. But the impact wasn’t that great.’

Namgung-Woo had meticulously controlled his internal energy to avoid killing anyone, but Pung-hyo interpreted the situation in the most favorable light possible.

‘If that had been a true master’s strike, Jung-eon’s organs would have ruptured, and he would be vomiting blood.

If he’s primarily trained in external martial arts… there might still be a chance.’

Why had external martial arts fallen out of favor compared to internal styles?

Because no matter how much one trained their external body, unless they reached an incredibly high level, they were still vulnerable to a single strike from a master of internal martial arts.

Of course, it was foolish to judge someone’s entire skillset based on a single move. If Pung-hyo had been at his best, he wouldn’t have made such a hasty judgment.

But he wasn’t thinking clearly.

He had been tasked with an important mission, and he had already defeated a rising star of the Hangsang Sect, a sect that, despite losing its title as a Great Sect, still held a prestigious history.

He couldn’t back down now.

If he returned to the gang after being humiliated like this, he would be punished by the gang leader anyway.

‘So I might as well…’

Driven by a desperate hope rather than logic, Pung-hyo gambled his fate.

“Attack him all at once! His internal energy is weak! We can win if we injure him with overwhelming force!”

He pretended to charge forward, drawing his broadsword.

An advancing footwork technique designed to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm.

Pung-hyo didn’t have the confidence to evade that first step.

Even if they attacked together, whoever charged first would suffer the same fate as Park Jung-eon.

He had no intention of volunteering for that role.

Even in this situation, his priority was his own safety, truly a mindset perfectly befitting a member of an unorthodox sect.

Namgung-Woo, who saw through his charade, scoffed.

A group attack? Even better. He hadn’t been fully satisfied with just one opponent anyway.

‘It just changes the order, that’s all.’

His body blurred.

No one there could follow the intricate movements of the Infinite Steps.

He closed the distance in an instant and his fist connected with the face of one of the Black Bear Gang members.

*Crack!*

Blood splattered as his front teeth shattered.

Four had charged. One was down, and the remaining three lunged at Namgung-Woo with their weapons.

Even faster, three strands of True Qi shot out from Namgung-Woo’s dantian.

The energy of the Heavenly Thunder Emperor Divine Art, emanating from his lower dantian, was like lightning.

He shifted his position by utilizing the Infinite Steps.

Two blades grazed his body, a feat that would seem impossible to those unfamiliar with martial arts.

But for Namgung-Woo, it was effortless.

‘Slow.’

To him, their movements seemed slow.

Only his body moved freely in this world where time seemed to slow down.

*Thwack!*

The back of his hand struck the flat side of a blade he hadn’t been able to fully dodge.

The Heavenly Thunder True Qi in his hand crackled with lightning and traveled up the blade.

“Aagh!”

Pung-hyo dropped his broadsword with a yelp. The pain wasn’t severe but the jolt had caused his grip to loosen.

“Lightning Qi! Watch out…!”

Pung-hyo realized the nature of the energy that had neutralized him, and shouted urgently.

But before he could finish his warning, Namgung-Woo’s next move swiftly incapacitated the two remaining Black Bear Gang members.

Pung-hyo watched in disbelief as his remaining two subordinates crumpled to the ground, victims of Namgung-Woo’s simple yet impossibly fast strikes.

Regret washed over him.

It had been a losing battle from the start. He should have just backed down. He should have…

“Pick it up.”

“…Huh?”

Pung-hyo stammered, confused by Namgung-Woo’s sudden command.

“I said, pick up your sword.”

Still dazed, Pung-hyo reached for his fallen broadsword, his hand trembling.

The Lightning Qi hadn’t been particularly strong, and as a first-rate martial artist on the verge of the Peak realm, he had regained control of his hand.

Yet, the broadsword slipped from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

The faint metallic sound echoed hollowly.

“P-Please, have mercy…”

Giving up on retrieving his sword, Pung-hyo lowered his head and begged for mercy.

At this sight, the onlookers, who had been holding their breath throughout the fight, finally exhaled.

“Oh my god…”

“He’s an incredible master…!”

“He defeated Pung-hyo of the Black Bear Gang so easily…”

Namgung-Woo finally calmed down as he heard the murmurs around him and coughed awkwardly.

‘I got carried away.’

Consumed by the desire to test his martial arts, he had acted without thinking.

If he had wanted to play it safe, he could have simply unleashed the vast power stored within his dantian.

He didn’t need to dodge blades and engage in close combat.

‘I’m in no position to criticize Song Chae-ji for being emotional.’

He had also lost control of his emotions. Perhaps he had been releasing the stress of being stranded in an unfamiliar world.

While he had maintained a calm exterior, his mind had been a whirlwind of thoughts.

Anyone would feel the same. No matter how powerful he was, he had suddenly been uprooted from the world he knew.

But Namgung-Woo was capable of rational thought.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on how or why he had ended up here, or how he could return.

‘First, I need to finish this.’

After his brief reflection, Namgung-Woo addressed Pung-hyo.

“Lead the way. I need to pay a visit to the Black Bear Gang.”

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