Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 856

Crash! Yoon Jong hit the ground hard, the air knocked from his lungs. He didn’t even cry out.

Usually, Jo Gul was quick to catch Yoon Jong when he fell. But not this time. Jo Gul didn’t even spare Yoon Jong a glance. His eyes were fixed on Chung Myung, burning with anger. He was too furious to care about anything else.

“Aaaargh!” Jo Gul roared, a sound full of rage. He charged at Chung Myung like a bull, moving in a straight line, nothing else in his sight.

Jo Gul roared and sword energy exploded around him like a wild storm, shaking the air. He attacked with strong sword energy. Even for a wooden sword, it was too much for a friend.

Wham!

But instead of stopping Jo Gul, the others were helping him.

Yoo Iseol darted like lightning, flying behind Chung Myung. Jo Gul in front, Yoo Iseol attacking from behind.

Fierce sword energies flew in simultaneously, but Chung Myung’s eyes showed no change.

Jo Gul’s storm-like sword energy surged towards Chung Myung’s front.

But before it could bloom into plum blossoms, Chung Myung’s sword pierced through the sword energy.

Clang! Clang!

The sword, having pushed in instantly, twisted and stirred up the sword energy.

Thwack!

And it accurately struck Jo Gul’s elbow as he deployed his sword.

The bright sword energy disappeared quickly. Jo Gul’s face became pale.

Wham!

Followed by a dazzlingly swift sword.

“Kugh!”

The reason Jo Gul was able to somehow block the sword flying towards his neck was purely because his sword was among the fastest in Mount Hua.

One.

Clack!

The moment the swords collided, Jo Gul instinctively knew something was wrong. The sword flying towards his neck had no power in it at all. Like a chopstick hitting a club, it bounced weakly backward.

Instead, Chung Myung’s fist, gripping the sword, flew straight towards Jo Gul’s chin.

Wham! The sound was sharp and loud, like wood cracking. Jo Gul’s head snapped back.

Jo Gul, struck directly in the chin, collapsed on the spot without even a scream. Jo Gul gasped for air, surprised by the sudden attack.

Yoo Iseol wanted to attack Chung Myung from behind. She was angry. They planned to attack together, but Jo Gul was already down before she could even strike.

The sword, imbued with formidable sword energy, flew mercilessly.

It was then.

Thwack.

Chung Myung grabbed the collapsing Jo Gul by the collar and kicked up his legs. In an instant, the two people’s positions reversed, and Jo Gul’s body suddenly appeared in front of Yoo Iseol’s sword.

“Huh!”

Yoo Iseol, horrified, hurriedly twisted her sword.

She was so flustered that a soft sound escaped from her lips, something she usually never did.

Swish!

The desperately twisted sword barely grazed Jo Gul’s side. If she had been even a little late, even a wooden sword would have left a hole in his body.

But there was no time to feel relieved.

Bang!

With a loud noise, Jo Gul’s body crashed into Yoo Iseol. Yoo Iseol’s eyes wavered for a moment. If she dodged the unconscious Jo Gul, he would be seriously injured, but if she caught him, she feared what Chung Myung behind Jo Gul might do.

But there was no need for long deliberation.

Wham!

Before Jo Gul’s body could even touch her, Chung Myung, who had already dashed forward, kicked her in the solar plexus. Yoo Iseol felt the air leave her lungs, shock in her eyes.

Wham!

Yoo Iseol’s body flew like a pinwheel caught in a typhoon.

“You… damn it!”

At that moment, the one who rushed in, spewing curses, was none other than Hae Yeon. Unlike a Buddhist, Hae Yeon had bloodshot eyes and swung his fist like a demon.

Hae Yeon used the Arhat Fist of Shaolin. This fist style is usually fair and basic, but Hae Yeon’s fist was full of anger and aimed to hurt Chung Myung badly.

Chung Myung, turning a cold gaze, stretched out his wooden sword and took a step back.

And.

Wham!

In an instant, the sword seemed to split into dozens, and countless sword energies poured towards Hae Yeon. Dozens became hundreds, and hundreds grew beyond counting; it only took a fleeting moment.

Hae Yeon’s eyes widened.

The Arhat Fist is a martial art that contains the mysteries of weight. As heavy as it is, it is inevitably difficult to change. In the midst of this, countless sword energies suddenly attacked, making his hands and feet dizzy.

Hae Yeon knew another move could block the swords, but he was too fast and angry to change his attack.

“Kugh!”

Hae Yeon gritted his teeth and swung his fist.

‘I must block it….’

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sword energies that flew in at that moment struck his outstretched wrist in succession.

Hae Yeon’s face twisted horribly.

Not because of the pain. It was because he knew that if it had been a real sword that had struck him, his wrist would have been in tatters by now.

“Aaaaargh!”

Hae Yeon retracted his outstretched fist and stepped forward. His body was instantly covered in golden Buddhist light.

One.

Wham!

Blood gushed from Hae Yeon’s mouth.

Before he knew it, Chung Myung’s sword was pressing against his dantian. Hae Yeon thought that Chung Myung’s emotionless eyes seemed to coldly rebuke him.

“Cough.”

The moment Hae Yeon tried to kneel on one knee, Chung Myung’s foot, spinning around, struck his chin.

Wham!

Hae Yeon, who flew like an arrow, flew past the training hall and crashed into the wall.

Thud.

Chung Myung, lowering his foot, frowned and opened his mouth. Chung Myung’s eyes were cold. He felt no joy in this fight, only the need to make them stronger.

“Now….”

“Not yet!”

Chung Myung turned his head at the voice.

Baek Cheon was bleeding from his mouth and limping, struggling to approach.

“Not… yet. Not… yet….”

The hand holding the wooden sword trembled. Baek Cheon tasted blood in his mouth, but his eyes burned with a fierce will. *I will not give up,* he thought.

Even someone holding a real sword for the first time wouldn’t tremble like that. His swollen face, the blood flowing out, and his trembling body clearly showed that Baek Cheon had exceeded his limits.

But Chung Myung didn’t give a damn about such circumstances.

Wham!

Chung Myung became lightning and surged towards Baek Cheon.

At the same time, Baek Cheon’s eyes contained a fierce blue light.

“Aaaaargh!”

His sword spewed out streaks of red plum blossoms. It was surprising how such energy was still left in that body, the plum blossoms so vivid.

Baek Cheon roared. Red plum blossoms of sword energy burst from his sword, a desperate, beautiful, and fading bloom.

But the sight that Baek Cheon saw next was very different from what he had expected.

Chung Myung, who had flown in a straight line, instead of wielding his sword, stretched out his left hand, which was not holding the sword.

His red-stained left hand seemed to draw a clear plum blossom pattern in the air, and then instantly lifted the plum blossoms that Baek Cheon had drawn upwards.

“Kugh!”

Towards Chung Myung’s exposed neck, Baek Cheon reflexively thrust his sword. But Chung Myung stared intently at the scene, and the moment the sword almost touched his neck, he lightly tilted his head.

Thwack.

Then, he instantly snatched Baek Cheon’s wrist holding the sword and flipped it upwards.

“Kkeugh!”

Baek Cheon’s body twisted as his wrist was completely turned.

Chung Myung’s eyes, devoid of emotion, stared at Baek Cheon, who was gritting his teeth. In Baek Cheon’s distorted eyes, there was still a strong will to resist.

One.

Bang!

Soon, Chung Myung’s fist was embedded in Baek Cheon’s face.

Wham!

Once more.

Wham!

Once more.

The moment Baek Cheon’s body collapsed like rotten straw, Chung Myung kicked him in the chest and sent him flying.

Baek Cheon, who flew powerlessly like a corpse, crashed to the ground. But none of those in the training hall went to take care of Baek Cheon.

“What are you doing, you bastards!”

The moment Chung Myung roared, those who had been aiming their swords from behind gritted their teeth and rushed towards Chung Myung. The disciples looked at Chung Myung. Fear mixed with anger in their hearts. He was too strong.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Die, you bastard!”

Chung Myung’s eyes shone coldly. He bared his teeth and plunged into the charging disciples, wielding his sword.

Wham!

In an instant, three people were splattering blood and flying away.

Chung Myung dodged a sword by moving his head quickly. Then, he grabbed another disciple by the neck.

“Cough!”

He lifted him up and charged forward, repeatedly stabbing the grabbed person’s stomach with the wooden sword. The person who was hit more than ten times in an instant rolled his eyes.

Spin.

Chung Myung, turning his body, threw the person he was holding towards the fellow disciples chasing behind him.

The other disciples moved aside. Chung Myung’s sword moved quickly, making red plum blossom shapes in the air.

The result doesn’t need to be said.

“Aaaaargh!”

At that moment, Gwak Hwe, who had been aiming for an opportunity, did not miss the moment and rushed towards Chung Myung. Chung Myung’s wooden sword blocked his shoulder, which was about to deploy the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

Crack!

“Kkeuek….”

Gwak Hwe’s eyes were bloodshot.

But Chung Myung distorted his face as if he didn’t care about Gwak Hwe’s pain.

Bang!

And he stepped on Gwak Hwe’s instep to fix him in place. Chung Myung hit Gwak Hwe’s chest hard with his shoulder.

Wham!

Gwak Hwe, unable to bounce back because his foot was stepped on, collapsed on the spot. Chung Myung’s rebuke was sharply embedded in his ears as he lost consciousness.

“If you could win with just willpower, who would bother to work hard, you moron!”

Plop.

Chung Myung, looking down at the finally fallen Gwak Hwe, raised his head.

“⋯⋯.”

Those who faced him could not easily rush at him and trembled.

Who doesn’t know that Chung Myung is strong?

But there was an unbelievable distance between realizing that strength as an ally and realizing it as an enemy.

If you met his eyes, your legs would give way, and your heart would turn cold as if you had fallen into an ice cave.

“Next.”

A blunt voice flowed from Chung Myung’s mouth.

The disciples of Mount Hua, who were always full of vigor, could not easily rush towards such Chung Myung. They only growled, watching each other like wild dogs surrounding a tiger.

Chung Myung’s eyes were dark and sharp, like chips of black ice. He looked at them with dark eyes, twisted the corners of his lips. And just as he was about to sneer.

Shuffle shuffle.

The sound of someone’s feet dragging caught Chung Myung’s attention.

Jo Gul, leaning on his wooden sword like a cane, struggling to walk, was clearly visible in Chung Myung’s eyes.

The moment their eyes met, Jo Gul grinned.

The corners of Chung Myung’s lips also curled up slightly as he saw his teeth, soaked in blood.

“You’re still a long way off, you bastard.”

Yoo Iseol, who had been lying down, also jumped up. She looked around with dazed eyes, as if she couldn’t grasp the situation for a moment, and then her gaze fixed on Chung Myung.

Whoosh!

In an instant, a tremendous force that was breathtaking poured out from her body.

Jo Gul, who had already stood up, and Tang Soso, Yoon Jong, and Gwak Hwe also gritted their teeth and walked, surrounding Chung Myung.

And.

Thud!

Baek Cheon, his face covered in blood and swollen, also stood up, slamming his sword down.

Baek Cheon’s gaze turned upwards. The sun was at its zenith.

‘It’s still a long way until sunset.’

That meant he could do this a dozen more times.

“Heu….”

Baek Cheon, gripping his wooden sword so hard it seemed like it would break, smiled grotesquely and took a step towards Chung Myung.

If once isn’t enough, then ten times. If ten times isn’t enough, then a hundred times.

If they fight a thousand times, ten thousand times, then that’s all there is to it. Then someday, he will be able to meet the moment he desires.

“We will not fall! Attack!”

With Baek Cheon’s roar, the hesitant disciples of Mount Hua all screamed and rushed towards Chung Myung.

“Haaaargh!”

“Dieeeee!”

Chung Myung’s eyes sank as he looked at the disciples of Mount Hua rushing towards him to die.

“These brats….”

Chung Myung’s eyes turned cold as he turned his wooden sword. He slowly lowered his body.

A moment later, his body turned into a ray of light and surged towards Baek Cheon.