Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1269

“Chung Myung, you fool!”

A scream, loud and full of pain, erupted behind him. Chung Myung heard it clearly enough, but didn’t pay much attention.

‘So dramatic.’

He looked back. The ship had left the shore and was getting faster as it moved away from the island. Warriors were rowing hard. They would be safe soon, but they needed more time.

Chung Myung looked at the Myriad Man Clan coming towards him. There were almost a thousand men. Their eyes were full of hate, and they breathed heavily as they ran. Even Chung Myung felt a chill seeing them.

He knew if the Myriad Man Clan caught the others, many would die.

‘So, I need to give them time to escape.’

This was impossible. These were not just normal men. They were the Myriad Man Clan. Even for someone as strong as Chung Myung, fighting a thousand alone was impossible.

“Kraaah!”

Chung Myung smiled, a cold smile, as he watched the members of the Myriad Man Clan charge at him, seemingly half-crazed and roaring.

“It’s been a while….”

The corners of his lips curled upwards, revealing a flash of sharp, white teeth.

“I do love simplicity!”

He stopped thinking. He didn’t care about what the others saw or understood, or about the complicated world around them. All the thoughts in Chung Myung’s head disappeared. He only felt things now.

The stench of blood was so strong it numbed his nose. He heard a deafening roar of someone screaming nearby. The chilling intent to kill made his skin crawl. Before his eyes was the enemy, the enemy, only the enemy.

It was a scene more than familiar to Chung Myung.

Tap!

He pushed off the sand with his toes. The feeling went through his body, giving him power.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

He ran faster and faster. Chung Myung lowered his body, holding his sword backwards. He moved like black lightning, cutting into the crowd of the Myriad Man Clan like a wave.

The Myriad Man Clan members’ eyes went wide.

‘It’s the Mount Hua Sword Immortal!’

They knew he was incredibly strong, someone they wouldn’t fight alone. But he was alone now. They told themselves they shouldn’t be afraid.

“Dieeeeee!”

Some of them had stepped back in fear, but now they shouted to make themselves brave. They swung their swords with all their power. Their swords were full of hate and anger, coming down on Chung Myung like a storm.

Wham!

Their swords hit the sand hard. They didn’t care about skill or form, only about hurting him. The sand flew up in a big cloud.

Sand turned to dust, making a white cloud in the air.

‘Where is he?’

One of the Myriad Man Clan men frowned, his eyes blurry. He was fighting the Mount Hua Sword Immortal. He knew losing sight of him for even a moment could be deadly.

Sand, sharp like needles, went into his eyes. But the Myriad Man Clan man kept them open, trying to find Chung Myung.

‘Where…!’

Then he saw him. But he wasn’t happy to see him. He was terrified.

‘Behind me? How? When…’

Throb!

Pain shot through his neck. He felt pure terror. He reached for his throat and saw something horrible. On the necks of the men in front of him, thin red lines appeared, like someone had painted them. Then, blood gushed out like fountains.

The pain felt like a paper cut at first, but it got hotter and hotter, like burning fire. The heat spread from his neck to his shoulders. Then the Myriad Man Clan man understood what was making him feel hot. It was crazy. He almost laughed.

‘Blood… is hotter than I thought…’

He fell down before he could laugh.

Fwoosh!

Blood shot out like fountains from the necks of ten men. The men behind them were safe for now, and they stared in shock at the bloody scene. They could see what happened, but they didn’t understand *how* it happened.

They only saw Chung Myung vanish and then appear somewhere else. Then, the men who had been running forward fell down, blood spraying everywhere. It was like magic, not like any fighting they knew.

People are amazed by those who are very skilled at things they understand. But they are afraid of those who do things they can’t understand at all. Now, the Myriad Man Clan men felt even more fear. The Mount Hua Sword Immortal was right in front of them.

“Ugh, aargh!”

The first group had been full of hate. But these men were confused and terrified. Chung Myung saw their fear right away.

Whoosh!

His sword cut off the hand holding a sword. The sword fell, spinning in the air like a toy.

Shwick!

Chung Myung’s sword instantly slashed the neck of the man who hadn’t even realized his wrist had been cut.

Whoosh!

Again, blood spurted. All those behind could see was blood, blood, only blood.

“Y-you monster… Ack!”

Chung Myung’s sword went into the mouth of the man who was about to scream. It was so fast, it was like his sword appeared there out of nowhere.

“Krrk….”

Even before he died, Chung Myung’s sword, still covered in blood, moved to the next man like a hungry snake.

Swoosh!

His sword cut through the air with a sound like scraping ice. Soon, the Myriad Man Clan men were being cut down.

Shwick! Shwick! Shwick! Shwick!

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Aaaargh!”

The sounds of swords cutting into bodies and screams mixed together. Blood flew everywhere.

Whoosh!

It looked like red flowers were blooming in the air wherever Chung Myung went. Blood flew up and then fell back down on the white sand, making a soft pattering sound.

The blue sea, the white sand, the dark wave of men, and the red blood spreading everywhere. From above, it might look like a painting, quickly drawn by a god on the world.

But for those within the painting, it was anything but a beautiful sight.

“Hee, heeek⋯⋯.”

The men who had charged forward stopped. They hesitated.

It was like they could only see Chung Myung. He walked towards them, covered in blood.

Some of them had been excited by the fight. They felt strong because there were so many of them. Some even dreamed of defeating the famous Hwasan Sword Saint. But now, seeing him, they were terrified. Their blood turned to ice.

Grrrk.

The Sword Demon, who had turned countless people into vengeful spirits, approached, drenched in blood. The sword in his hand scraped against the blood-soaked sand, making a chilling sound.

“Uh⋯⋯.”

The men at the front stopped moving.

Drip.

Drops of blood fell from Chung Myung’s hair, one by one.

He looked like a demon risen from hell. When Chung Myung looked up, his eyes were like ice. The men felt a fear deep inside them, a fear they should not have felt.

“Ah⋯⋯.”

Thud.

The sound of someone’s back hitting another’s shoulder could be heard. It was faint, but it meant a lot on the battlefield.

“S-St⋯⋯.”

As someone started to speak, Chung Myung’s sword moved. It was so fast, it looked like many swords at once, hitting everyone who had stopped.

Wham!

Instantly, like a dam breaking, the men were swept away by the sword and sent flying.

“Hee, heeek!”

One man managed to avoid the sword and threw himself backward, his face as white as a sheet. Or, at least, he tried to.

Crack!

But Chung Myung was faster. Before the man could move, Chung Myung’s sword was at his neck. No sword could move faster than a neck being pierced.

But the man showed why he was in the Maninbang. As the sword pierced his throat, he grabbed it with both hands, stopping it.

“Kuh, krrk⋯⋯.”

His quick thinking saved his life. He stopped the sword just before it completely pierced his neck.

“Krrr⋯⋯.”

His eyes bloodshot, he pushed back against the Dark Plum Sword.

But then, Chung Myung smirked.

Scratch!

Skin and metal scraped against each other as Chung Myung’s sword slowly moved forward.

Crack!

A hand, filled with power, split like paper, and the sword pierced the bone.

Crack! Crack!

The sword dug deeper into the man’s neck, cutting into the bone.

“Kuh⋯⋯grrk⋯⋯.”

Red blood poured from the man’s mouth. Even now, he desperately gripped the sword.

It was a terrifying sight. Chung Myung’s eyes were cold, without any excitement.

“Grrrk⋯⋯.”

The man’s body shook. Chung Myung’s sword was slowly cutting through his neck.

“Krrk⋯⋯.”

He strained so much that the blood vessels in his eyes burst, turning them red. Blood mixed with tears and covered his face.

“S-Save⋯⋯.”

The words were crushed, bubbling with blood. It was hard to understand him.

But Chung Myung understood. He looked into the man’s desperate eyes, bared his teeth, and smiled.

“How absurd.”

Wham!

Chung Myung pulled back his sword with terrifying speed. The man’s hands, which had been gripping the Dark Plum Sword, were cut off and flew into the air.

“N-No⋯⋯.”

Wham!

Then, the man saw Chung Myung’s sword falling towards his head.

Boom!

The sword smashed into the man’s head, and it exploded. The sword didn’t just cut. It smashed. It crushed the man’s head. Pieces of his skull scattered like fireworks.

Thud.

The headless body fell like rotten straw.

Silence filled the air. A coldness chilled everyone’s hearts.

Thud.

Chung Myung lowered his sword and walked on.

“Ugh⋯⋯.”

The sight of him covered in blood was not the scariest thing.

“Ugh⋯⋯.”

It wasn’t just the blood on his sword. It wasn’t just the blood dripping from him. It wasn’t even the smell of blood in the air. None of these things were the scariest.

“Ugh, ughhh⋯⋯.”

It was those eyes. Even after killing so many, his cold eyes didn’t waver. They were unbearable.

“Ugh⋯⋯. Ugh, Aaaaargh!”

“Aaaaaaargh!”

Someone screamed, and some of the men turned and ran in terror.

“W-What are you doing! Hold your positions⋯⋯!”

“Get out of the way! I said get out of the way, you bastard! Aaaaaaargh!”

The men, driven mad by fear, swung their swords at those trying to stop them. Those fleeing and those blocking them became a chaotic mess.

They were no longer members of the Maninbang or the Demonic Sect. They were just weak animals, trying to escape a bloodthirsty predator. The battlefield smelled of blood, sweat, and fear. The sounds of swords clashing and men screaming filled the air, along with the heavy breathing of the terrified men.

Chung Myung chuckled as he watched.

“More boring than I thought⋯⋯.”

He kicked off the ground and plunged his sword into the backs of those running away.

“Too bland, isn’t it? Huh?”

Once again, Chung Myung was covered in blood. Even his forehead was red.