Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1049

Namgung Dowi held his sword tightly. His hands were sweaty.

He thought he could help. He knew the others were stronger, but not *that* much stronger. He wanted to fight beside them, to do his part.

But now, he was falling behind. He was just trying to keep up.

*What is going on?*

He didn’t understand anything.

“Damn!” he muttered.

Clang!

His sword hit the cultist’s neck. It was filled with his inner power, but it only went in a little bit. It didn’t cut through the bone.

“Kahaaaack!”

The cultist screamed and swung his sword at Namgung Dowi’s stomach.

At that moment…

Whoosh!

A sword flew in fast, slicing off the cultist’s head.

“You okay?”

Namgung Dowi just tightened his jaw, his face red with shame.

‘Yoon Jong, disciple.’

He knew Yoon Jong was strong.

He remembered a time when he thought the Five Swords of Mount Hua were overrated.

He knew Chung Myung, the Sword Saint of Mount Hua, was strong, but he thought the others were famous because of Chung Myung, not because of their own skills.

Some people probably thought Namgung Dowi was better than the Five Swords, except for Chung Myung.

But now, watching them, he knew he was wrong.

‘Was there really this much of a difference?’

He knew Chung Myung was strong. He also knew Baek Cheon was strong.

But Yoon Jong and Jo Gul were cutting down cultists so easily. Namgung Dowi couldn’t believe how much better they were than him. He never thought the difference would be so huge.

‘Damn it.’

He wondered if he was being stubborn. He came here to help, not to show off.

But he was just a fool slowing them down. If he wasn’t there, they would be faster.

Every time Yoon Jong and Jo Gul looked back to check on him, his pride broke. He knew they were just trying to help.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, red light burst from Chung Myung’s sword. It looked like sunset colors turning into flower petals, sweeping away the cultists in front of them. The air filled with the clang of swords and the screams of cultists. The smell of burning wood and something metallic hung in the air.

No one needed to talk.

No one asked why they were breaking through, where they were going, or what they were doing.

The red light from Chung Myung’s sword showed them the way better than any words could.

Namgung Dowi lowered his head. He wanted to help, but he would only slow them down. He’d rather…

“Namgung Dowi!”

Chung Myung’s sharp voice cut through the air.

“Yes?”

“Get to the front, you idiot!”

Before he could think, Namgung Dowi moved. He ran past the others and dashed forward.

Chung Myung grabbed Namgung Dowi’s shoulder and pulled him close.

“Why are you lagging behind, you stupid bastard! You’re a Namgung! Act like it!”

“Yes?”

“The front!”

Chung Myung pushed Namgung Dowi forward.

“Break through at the front! That’s what the Namgung family is! Empty your head and just swing at anything you see!”

“D-Disciple.”

“What are you doing!”

Namgung Dowi stared at the cultists rushing toward him. But only for a moment. Then, his eyes flashed.

He gritted his teeth.

Namgung Dowi bit his lip until it bled and raised his sword.

“Haaah!”

His inner power exploded. A huge sword aura shot from his sword.

White light shimmered on his sword. Namgung Dowi swung his sword with all his might. The white sword aura flew forward like a cannonball.

Kwaaaang!

The cultists were caught in the explosion and sent flying.

Namgung Dowi gripped his sword tighter.

‘That’s right!’

He couldn’t swing his sword as well as the Mount Hua swordsmen. He couldn’t hit the enemy’s weak spots as well as they could. He knew that. He was still learning.

But wasn’t using his inner power to sweep away enemies his family’s specialty?

‘This is my place!’

The emperor waits in the back. But the king fights in the front. A Namgung should be at the front!

“See it?”

Chung Myung grabbed Namgung Dowi’s head and turned it to look at a tall building.

“That’s it!”

Namgung Dowi nodded.

“Just clear the path to there. We’ll take care of the rest. Don’t think, just use all your power!”

“Yes!”

Namgung Dowi answered loudly and gripped his sword.

Chung Myung’s order was almost forceful. But it was enough.

As soon as Chung Myung let go, Yiseol and Baek Cheon moved to his left and right. Hae Yeon flew above him, stretching out his arms.

“Uooooh!”

Hae Yeon’s golden light spread out like waves, pushing back the cultists. When there was an opening, Baek Cheon and Yiseol swung their swords.

Plum blossoms appeared everywhere! They bloomed and floated like magic, filling the air.

“Young Master!”

“Young Hero!”

The others cheered him on, and Namgung Dowi used his inner power.

“Oooooh!”

He swung his sword down.

In a world of golden light and red plum blossoms, a white streak of light fell like lightning.

Kwaaaang!

Exploding, sweeping, and pushing back.

Namgung, Mount Hua, Shaolin. The three groups that protect the good people. It was still early, but the people who would lead those groups were now leading the way.

Namgung’s power, Mount Hua’s magic, and Shaolin’s strength.

They used different martial arts, but they wanted the same thing. So, they could work together. They were different, but that’s why they could work together.

“Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

Namgung Dowi gritted his teeth and ran faster. Baek Cheon, Yiseol, and Hae Yeon followed him.

Chung Myung saw Namgung Dowi’s confident face and took a breath. He lowered his sword and looked back.

Lim Sobyeong, who was at the back, was fighting off the cultists. He saw Chung Myung and frowned.

“No! Why do I have to be the only one…”

But Chung Myung looked away from Lim Sobyeong and turned back to the front.

Jang Ilso watched with cold eyes.

‘It’s like raising a baby tiger.’

He could just step forward and do it himself. It was easier to use others, but he was so much stronger that it was annoying to watch them.

But even now, Chung Myung was helping the youngsters grow.

“Hey, you heretic bastard.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Ilso frowned at Chung Myung’s voice.

“Stop looking around and fight! You’re not just here to watch, are you? This is your home, after all!”

Jang Ilso laughed. Who else would say that to him?

“I was just about to start moving.”

Blue flames rose from Jang Ilso’s body.

Azure Flame Slaughter. Soul Severing Flame.

The blue flames darted forward and covered the cultists.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

The cultists screamed.

The flames were hotter than steel. The cultists were torn apart and burned. White smoke rose everywhere.

“Tsk tsk. They could have died peacefully if they hadn’t fought back.”

Jang Ilso ran forward and stomped on a cultist’s head, crushing it. He smiled at Chung Myung.

“Looks like you’ve found the bishop?”

“Long ago.”

“Very useful. More than I thought.”

Jang Ilso chuckled and looked at the broken building. He looked a little crazy.

“Is it there?”

“Yes.”

“Bishop, huh. Bishop…”

He smiled slyly, looking eerie.

“And there will be guards?”

“Enforcers.”

“Huh?”

“They call them Enforcers. They’re the bishop’s helpers. They used to be called Demon Generals.”

“You know a lot.”

Jang Ilso’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, let’s not wait. We need to kill those Enforcers and blow the bishop’s head off. That’s why we’re here, right?”

If they waited, things could change. More cultists were coming. The longer they waited, the worse it would be.

‘We need to get to the bishop quickly.’

That’s why they came here, right? They didn’t have time to clear the way slowly.

‘We just need to get to the bishop.’

Then, he would cut off the bishop’s head.

But Chung Myung’s next words surprised him.

“Wrong.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Ilso looked confused. Chung Myung said coldly.

“It’s not Enforcers.”

Chung Myung looked ahead.

“It’s ‘Enforcers’.”

Jang Ilso’s face hardened. He felt it too. The strong, scary feeling of people flying toward them.

Chung Myung grinned, showing his white teeth.

“That’s the real deal.”

Then, more than ten black figures flew over the broken buildings.