Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 107

Silence fell over the arena. It was a deep, chilling silence that made the air feel cold. The only sound was the soft flap of flags in the gentle wind. No one spoke, no one moved. All eyes were fixed on the scene in front of them.

People who knew martial arts were silent because they understood how amazing this was. Even people who didn’t know martial arts could see something incredible was happening.

Sama Seung stared at Chung Myung, his eyes wide with shock.

“With just basic swordsmanship…?”

He defeated Yoon Baek?

Without giving him any chance to attack?

The attacks flowed like water. Yoon Baek was trapped, unable to fight back.

Could I even do that?

Sama Seung couldn’t answer the question in his mind right away.

Sama Seung could easily defeat Yoon Baek quickly. But defeating someone with only basic moves, without letting them counter, was different.

Even someone twice as strong as Sama Seung couldn’t do what Chung Myung did. It showed how well he knew the basics and how perfectly he used his sword.

Think of it like a giant tree root. Not the branches or the trunk you see above ground. But the strong roots that hold everything up from below. These roots were huge and powerful.

‘Just what the hell is that kid?’

The massive roots meant something else.

That the child would become a giant tree. A tree big enough to cover all of Mount Hua!

Suddenly, a cold voice cut through Sama Seung’s thoughts.

“Next.”

Sama Seung looked at Chung Myung, his eyes shaking. Chung Myung’s sword was pointing forward, and his eyes seemed bottomless.

“I have to stop him,” Sama Seung thought urgently. This match, this competition – it was meaningless now. If Chung Myung continued to grow like this, Jongnam would be in danger. They had worked for generations to be the best. Could this child truly threaten everything they had built? A cold dread filled Sama Seung.

Yes.

Just like when the ‘Plum Blossom Sword Saint’ was alive.

“Elder!” Jong Seo-han called out urgently. Sama Seung blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. “Yes?” he responded, a little dazed.

Sama Seung looked at the disciples around him and gritted his teeth. Who should he send?

Just then, Jong Seo-han glared at Chung Myung.

“Elder, I’ll go! I’ll defeat that kid and teach those Mount Hua guys a lesson.”

As much as one knows, as much as one sees. Jong Seo-han couldn’t see Chung Myung’s real strength.

What should he do?

Sama Seung bit his lip.

“Seo-han.”

“Yes, Elder!”

“Don’t try to win quickly. Drain that kid’s energy.”

“…Yes?”

“Do as I say!”

Jong Seo-han looked confused but nodded.

“I will follow your command.”

“Go.”

“Yes!”

Jong Seo-han grabbed his wooden sword and ran to the arena.

Then, Jin Geum-ryong spoke up.

“Elder.”

“…”

“It’s hard to say…”

Sama Seung looked at Jin Geum-ryong, who flinched and stepped back.

His face was cold. So cold that it sent a chill down your spine.

Sama Seung looked back at the arena.

Jong Seo-han took a deep breath.

‘I won’t be careless. I won’t underestimate him. I won’t be too confident.’

If he just showed his skills, he couldn’t lose to a kid like that. If he was careless like Yoon Baek, something ridiculous might happen.

“I’ll praise you for defeating Yoon Baek. But I am all…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence.

His mouth closed, stopping the sound and his thoughts.

Everything was silent.

Chung Myung stood in front of him, ready to attack. It felt like the ground around him was sinking.

‘What is this?’

He hadn’t felt it when he was watching from below.

But the energy coming from Chung Myung was like nothing Jong Seo-han had ever felt. Not even from Jin Geum-ryong or his master.

His mouth was dry. His muscles were tense.

Just looking at Chung Myung, his body warned him of danger.

Chung Myung’s eyes were half-open as he looked at Jong Seo-han.

Jong Seo-han raised his wooden sword and got ready. All the thoughts in his head disappeared. It was like only he and Chung Myung existed.

Then…

Step.

Chung Myung took a slow step.

It looked slow, but Chung Myung was suddenly right in front of Jong Seo-han.

He pushed off the ground with his toes.

He used the force to twist his waist and push his upper body forward. Then, he swung his sword down.

Wham!

Just a simple downward strike.

Power, speed, and accuracy. The basics done perfectly.

The power of the sword, true to the basics, was more than just basic.

Jong Seo-han stumbled.

Chung Myung stepped forward, his sword still in place. Jong Seo-han lost his balance and cried out.

“Ah, no!”

That was it.

Jong Seo-han saw the wooden sword coming down on his head.

“Ah…”

Horror filled Jong Seo-han’s eyes.

“No way…”

Wham!

Blood exploded from Jong Seo-han’s shoulder, painting the floor red as he fell.

This sword…

It was just this one sword.

Jong Seo-han, the second strongest of the second-generation disciples, fell with just one sword strike. Everyone stared in disbelief.

Chung Myung looked at the shocked faces and shouted again.

“Next.”

Chung Myung looked at Jongnam.

They seemed to understand what was happening. Their frozen faces showed they were in shock.

‘It’s not over yet.’

It was too soon to be surprised. He had more to show.

He wouldn’t be satisfied with just defeating them.

After what Jongnam did to Mount Hua, defeat wasn’t enough.

Today, Chung Myung would leave a mark on Jongnam that they would never forget.

A mark that would last as long as Mount Hua and Jongnam existed. A mark that time could never erase.

‘You did something you shouldn’t have done.’

Mount Hua sacrificed everything to save the world. Even though Chung Myung tried to stop them, his senior brothers died like weeds on the Hundred Thousand Mountains to stop the Heavenly Demon.

And the reward for that was…?

It was falling apart.

The anger he had held back was now burning like a cold flame.

‘Jongnam, you were also part of the world we protected.’

But instead of being grateful, Jongnam stole the Plum Blossom Sword Technique and ignored Mount Hua. Now, they were even trying to destroy Mount Hua forever.

‘I’ve been patient until now.’

Chung Myung praised himself for the first time in a while. He had come this far, holding back his anger every day. Now, he didn’t need to hold it back anymore.

“Next!”

Chung Myung shouted again, and the Jongnam disciples flinched. They hesitantly entered the arena, picked up Jong Seo-han, and left.

One of them stayed, standing in front of Chung Myung with a stiff face, and got ready with his sword.

He had shown enough of the Six Harmonies. Now it was time for the next one.

Chung Myung quietly took his stance.

Then, he heard a gasp behind him.

“Na, Falling Blossom Sword!”

Chung Myung, in the Falling Blossom Sword stance, raised his sword and pointed it at the Jongnam disciple.

He rushed forward faster than before.

‘It’s different!’

Jo Gul clenched his fist.

Chung Myung’s movements were completely different. Not the heavy, simple moves of the Six Harmonies. These were fierce and sharp, like the wind in a canyon.

Just by changing the sword style, the person changed. How could one person use such different swords so perfectly?

It was like a flower blooming on an old tree on a cliff, being blown away by a strong wind.

Swaeak!

A speed that was much faster than when he used the Six Harmonies.

The terrifyingly fast sword flew at the Jongnam disciple.

“Kugh!”

Clang!

Just when he thought he had blocked it, the sword came back faster than it went out, and then struck again at twice the speed.

‘What!’

Clang!

The sword, blocked right in front of his neck, came back again.

“Eek!”

Faster.

Clang!

Even faster!

Paat!

The sword grazed his shoulder. Even though it was just a graze, it felt like his flesh was bursting and his bones were breaking.

“Aaaaargh!”

The Jongnam disciple couldn’t handle it and started swinging his sword wildly.

No, he was about to swing it.

Thwack!

Before he could even put strength into his hand, Chung Myung’s sword hit his Adam’s apple.

“Ggrrrk!”

The Jongnam disciple collapsed.

Plop.

Chung Myung glanced at the fallen disciple and coldly shouted.

“Next.”

Yoon Jong gasped.

‘That, that’s the Falling Blossom Sword.’

It was different.

It was too different from the Falling Blossom Sword that Yoon Jong or Jo Gul used.

The Six Harmonies was true to the basics, but the Falling Blossom Sword was all about speed, which was the heart of Mount Hua’s swordplay.

Chung Myung was showing them what it really was with his sword.

This was the Falling Blossom Sword. This was the sword of Mount Hua.

“…With just the Falling Blossom Sword.”

It was the sword they practiced.

But Yoon Jong never thought the Falling Blossom Sword was as good as Jongnam’s swordplay.

Even if skill wasn’t everything, Mount Hua’s martial arts weren’t as good as Jongnam’s.

That’s what Yoon Jong thought… No, that’s what all the third-generation disciples thought.

But Chung Myung was showing them with one fight, not with words.

Mount Hua’s martial arts were not worse than Jongnam’s. That’s probably why Chung Myung was only using the Six Harmonies and the Falling Blossom Sword.

“…What have I been looking at until now?”

He hadn’t mastered what he had, and he envied others. It was shameful.

“Senior brother. The Falling Blossom Sword is…”

“Yes.”

Yoon Jong knew what Jo Gul was going to say.

Yoon Jong nodded firmly.

“Don’t look away. That is the sword of Mount Hua. It is the sword we must learn and pass on.”

Yoon Jong realized something.

After today, the Mount Hua disciples would never be the same. Now that they had seen that unbelievable sight, they could never go back.

He saw Chung Myung’s back as he held his sword.

That loudmouth, who always talked, was now leading them without a word.

‘Show me more.’