Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 134

Mujin was from Wudang Sect. He was the 22nd student of the Great Wudang Sect.

People called him ‘Clear Stream Sword’ and he was one of the famous ‘Wudang Three Swords.’ He was known everywhere.

There were many other titles for him.

What was certain was that he was one of the most important people in Wudang at that time.

In Wudang Sect, the leader and older members made the big decisions. But it was the first students who made sure things got done. Mujin was one of the best of these first students.

Everyone in the world praised him and respected him.

But there was always an exception.

Today, for the first time, he met someone who didn’t care about who he was.

‘The Divine Dragon of Mount Hua, is it?’

Mujin looked at the masked man with cold eyes.

‘Is he just a fool?’

Fools could not beat strong Wudang fighters like Mujin. So, Chung Myung must have a secret plan.

But Mujin thought it was arrogant for Chung Myung to think his secret plan would work on him.

Mujin’s sword slowly turned towards Chung Myung.

They didn’t need to talk more. If they both wanted something, they would fight for it. That’s how things were done in their world.

“Immeasurable Life.”

Mujin said the Taoist words quietly.

Chung Myung tilted his head, as if the words bothered him.

‘Good posture.’

He looked stable.

Even Chung Myung could see that his stance was perfect. There was a reason why the proud Wudang students were very polite to him. Chung Myung didn’t know who he was, but he must be famous.

The second-generation students were the future of Wudang.

But Chung Myung was facing a real Wudang swordsman, not a student.

Mujin’s energy felt like a sharp knife, ready to cut at any moment.

Chung Myung smiled slightly.

Mujin was the best fighter he had faced since he came back to life.

But…

“Wait,” Chung Myung said, raising a hand. “Just one thing before we start swinging swords.”

Mujin’s eyebrows went up, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes. “Are you going to back down now?”

“Of course not. I just think… why not make this more interesting? Let’s make a bet.”

“A bet?” Mujin repeated, his voice sharp.

Chung Myung grinned. “Yeah! Winning is fun, but winning something extra is better, right? So, if I win, you tell me about this ‘Sword Tomb’ thing I heard about. And if you win…”

Mujin stared at him, a muscle twitching in his jaw. *Laughing? He dares to laugh?* “If you lose,” Mujin said, his voice low and dangerous, “you will take off that ridiculous mask, bow to me, and say that Mount Hua is nothing compared to Wudang.”

Chung Myung shrugged, still sounding amused. “Mount Hua? Never said I was from there. But okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“And no changing your mind later,” Chung Myung added, pointing a finger. “Wudang people keep their word, right?”

Mujin’s face tightened with anger. “I am Wudang. My word is my life. I would rather die than break it.”

“Wow,” Chung Myung said, a wide grin in his voice. “So dramatic! Okay then, let’s get started.”

‘That’s why I like these kinds of guys.’

Just make them a little angry, and they’ll get crazy on their own.

“Alright, let’s start now. Come at me.”

He was acting like Mujin was his servant. Soon, Mujin’s body started to release a dangerous energy.

“Is Senior Brother going to be alright?”

“…”

Jin Hyun couldn’t answer right away. He didn’t know why he couldn’t answer.

He knew that man was Chung Myung, the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

His body and the way he talked were the same. And his crazy attitude left no room for doubt.

‘I haven’t seen that man’s skills.’

When they fought the Mount Hua students, the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua just watched and never used his sword.

So, the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua was probably the strongest of the Mount Hua students there.

– With your skills, you can’t draw him out. You need to be at the right level.

Yes. The Flowing Blossom Sword said that.

The Flowing Blossom Sword, who beat Jin Hyun, said it.

‘But even so.’

It was impossible for the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua to beat Mujin.

Mujin was much older and more experienced than Chung Myung. Mujin was known as the strongest of his time.

How could Chung Myung beat someone so much older and stronger?

When Mujin was traveling the world at Chung Myung’s age, Chung Myung wasn’t even born yet. He couldn’t beat someone with so much more experience.

Jin Hyun knew that.

But…

‘Why do I feel so worried?’

Jin Hyun bit his lip.

Jin Hyun had lost before, and he was now worried and careful. He couldn’t calmly accept this situation.

Chung Myung’s relaxed attitude made him even more worried.

‘No.’

Jin Hyun’s eyes turned red.

It was embarrassing that he had lost to the Flowing Blossom Sword, but that was it. But if Mujin lost to Chung Myung, it would be a disaster.

Then, people would always think Wudang was worse than Mount Hua, as long as Chung Myung was alive.

‘That can’t happen! Absolutely not!’

Jin Hyun glared at the two with red eyes.

A blue light appeared at the tip of his sword.

It might seem unfair to fight a young swordsman like this.

But Mujin didn’t stop the energy in his sword.

Chung Myung had embarrassed Wudang and was now picking a fight with him. He deserved to be punished.

‘The Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.’

Mujin had heard that name many times.

He was a new star who suddenly appeared from the failing Mount Hua.

People were talking about him a lot. It was rare for someone to cause so much talk. Some people even thought he was the best of the younger generation.

He hadn’t done much in the last two years, so people had forgotten about him. But fame didn’t matter. What mattered was what he had done.

If the rumors from the Mount Hua Sword Conference were true, then Chung Myung was strong and should not be underestimated.

‘That’s why I need to defeat him now.’

He looked at Chung Myung with a serious face.

At first, he didn’t seem very strong.

People who train in martial arts build up energy in their bodies. Strong people naturally show that energy, even if they don’t want to.

Their movements follow the rules of martial arts, and a strong energy flows out of them.

So, you can often guess how strong someone is without even fighting them.

But Mujin couldn’t feel any strong energy from the masked man. If he hadn’t known who he was, he would have thought he was just a normal thug.

Or a crazy thug.

I can’t figure him out.

Whether he is strong or not. Whether he is sane or not.

He felt like chaos walking. As if he had bottled up all the world’s madness inside himself.

“Enough with the staring contest, why don’t you just attack?”

“You want me to make the first move?”

“Yes.”

“…Me?”

Mujin’s eyebrows shot up.

Was he really serious about telling *him*, a senior, to attack first?

“There’s a limit to your arrogance!”

“Then I’ll go. Don’t regret it.”

“You!”

He was about to explode with anger.

Whoosh!

The air screamed as something sliced through it, and then a burning line flashed across his cheek.

Drip. Hot blood. Mujin touched his cheek and stared at his fingers. Red. Chung Myung’s sword wind… it had cut him.

“⋯⋯.”

“I greeted you.”

Chung Myung grinned.

In that instant, all of Mujin’s contempt vanished. Gone.

‘If he had aimed for my neck, it would have been cut off.’

Carelessness?

No, he wasn’t careless.

It was just that Chung Myung’s sword was several times faster than he had thought.

Mujin bit his lip.

An undeniable mistake.

But it wasn’t over yet. He could still win. Mujin put strength into the hand holding his sword.

“Thanks for holding back.”

“No need for thanks.”

Chung Myung shrugged.

“If you’re grateful, I wish you wouldn’t do it half-heartedly, but properly.”

“Of course…”

A bright blue light flickered in Mujin’s eyes.

“Don’t underestimate me! That’s exactly what I intend to do!”

Mujin’s feet kicked off the ground.

And he charged towards Chung Myung at a speed that could not even be seen.

Chung Myung’s eyes gleamed as he watched the scene.

‘That’s more like it!’

Cheongryu Sword Mujin.

Even Chung Myung, who had little interest in the affairs of the Jianghu recently, had heard the name at least once. It could be said that he was that famous.

Therefore…

‘Show me everything.’

He can confirm it.

How different the Jianghu of a hundred years ago is from the Jianghu of today.

Has the martial arts of the Jianghu developed?

Or has it weakened due to the things lost in the war with the Demonic Sect?

The disciples of Jongnam could not be the measure. Their martial arts had deteriorated, and those Chung Myung faced were only inexperienced youngsters.

But Mujin would be able to be that measure.

Woooooong!

Mujin’s sword emitted a bright blue sword aura.

‘Is that the Great Purity?’

The sword aura surged in like a river.

A majestic river.

The endless sword aura that Wudang boasts. Maintaining that mighty flow requires immense inner strength.

This is why the second-generation disciples of Wudang cannot be the measure.

Wudang’s martial arts are truly late-blooming martial arts.

Wudang’s unique initiative and its softness ultimately come from the immense inner strength that overwhelms the opponent. Even if it is the same martial art, the power differs as much as heaven and earth depending on the size of the inner strength, and that is Wudang’s martial art.

The endless river of sword energy surged towards him.

Chung Myung narrowed his eyes slightly as he watched the blue and ever bluer sword energy surge in.

‘Cheongryu Sword, huh.’

It’s a sword aura befitting the name. But…

‘This is not enough!’

Chung Myung’s sword is slowly pointed forward. A red sunset-colored sword aura flickered at the tip of his sword.

Woooooong.

With another *Woooooong*, Chung Myung’s red aura exploded outwards, slicing through the blue river of energy like a hot knife through butter, tearing it apart to the left and right.

Mujin’s eyes widened.

‘Split it?’

This sword energy?

“No way!”

The thought screamed in Mujin’s mind, escaping as a choked cry: ‘No way!’

Wudang’s sword energy is continuous.

It is a sword energy that never breaks and continues. But that sword was being split so easily.

“Kugh!”

Mujin retrieved his sword and quickly thrust it out again.

Great River Flowing.

The sword energy that was constantly emitted from the sword flowed in with an even darker and bluer light.

He poured every ounce of his inner strength into the sword.

Wudang’s sword is the sword of nature.

Nature is benevolent, but sometimes it sweeps away humans more fiercely than anything else.

It was like trying to stop a river.

‘Perfect!’

Mujin was confident in the sword energy he had emitted.

No matter how talented that guy is, he won’t be able to do anything about this sword energy. It was the Great River Flowing that had been deployed so perfectly.

It was at that moment.

“Tsk!”

Annoyance laced Chung Myung’s voice, and a flash of red light blazed. Instantly, Mujin’s river of sword energy exploded outwards, shattered into fragments by Chung Myung’s strike.

“Cough!”

Mujin lost his balance for a moment due to the enormous force transmitted to his wrist and fell backward.

Plop.

The masked man shaking off his sword came into his eyes as he sat down on the floor.

“There’s nothing to see.”

The masked man shook his head from side to side. Then, he gripped his sword tightly and walked towards Mujin.

“Wudang Three Swords my foot. With that skill?”

“⋯⋯.”

“Time for you to learn a real sword.” Chung Myung lunged forward.