Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1324

Could anyone truly understand the Sword Saint of Mount Hua?

He acted like a normal person, but also like a wild animal. He was both very logical and completely unpredictable. This made him impossible to understand.

Perhaps a common person couldn’t even guess what he was thinking.

People might see his powerful actions, but no one could know what he truly felt inside, the real reasons behind his strength.

Was Ho Gamyung any different? Unlike ordinary people, could he understand the truth?

Ho Gamyung watched Chung Myung. *Commoner,* he thought bitterly. *That’s all I am.*

He once thought his talent was outstanding. But that pride was long gone.

He couldn’t predict Chung Myung. He couldn’t understand him. He couldn’t guess his next move.

But Ho Gamyung believed he *could* know. He had seen enough to predict how the Sword Saint would fight, how he would react, how he would behave.

Ho Gamyung didn’t think this was because he was special.

He knew this because he had watched someone like Chung Myung many times before. Someone who acted beyond normal understanding, beyond common sense.

‘I don’t want to admit it, but⋯⋯.’

Yes. It was similar.

He didn’t want to admit it and had denied it for a long time. But after seeing Chung Myung in Hainan, he had to admit it.

The Sword Saint of Mount Hua was terribly similar to Jang Il-So.

Then there was no reason to worry.

If Jang Il-So, with those he had to protect, were in Chung Myung’s place, how would he act?

The answer was already known.

People often thought Jang Il-So controlled everything. That creating the Myriad Man House, the Four Evil Sects, and ruling Jiangnan were just games to him.

But Ho Gamyung, who had watched Jang Il-So for a long time, knew this was completely wrong.

Jang Il-So was desperate in everything he did. He put his heart and soul into every action, gesture, and word.

Jang Il-So acted like a villain, used lies, and sacrificed everything, even himself, to reach his goals. His ‘purpose’ was always achieved, even if it was through cruel means.

There was only one reason Jang Il-So became so powerful.

‘He never shows weakness to anyone.’

Even when he was about to die, even when he was exhausted and could barely move, even when his life was in danger, Jang Il-So never stopped acting strong.

He had faced countless crises. Even in hopeless situations, Jang Il-So had succeeded by never losing the image he wanted to show.

He created legends and now sought to become a figure of faith.

That was Jang Il-So. Wasn’t Chung Myung, who resembled Jang Il-So, the same?

Chung Myung seemed unbreakable. His strength never wavered, no matter how hard he was pushed. He was like a god of death, coldly cutting down enemies without emotion.

Perhaps this was an image he created through desperate struggle?

Perhaps it was an image he wanted to show everyone?

Just as Jang Il-So constantly shaped himself, wasn’t Chung Myung doing the same thing?

‘There’s no way he’s not exhausted.’

He fought the most people. He used the most energy. He shed the most blood, and he carried the heaviest burden.

From Hainan to this place, Chung Myung had carried and endured so much.

He had to be collapsing. If he was just a human, he couldn’t endure forever. He should have fallen already.

But at some point, everyone believed that the Sword Saint of Mount Hua, Chung Myung, would never fall.

Not only his friends, but even Gwoelhaeng, the monster trying to hunt him, and Ho Gamyung, who planned everything, had doubts until the very end.

It was almost like faith. Everyone, friends and enemies alike, believed Chung Myung was unstoppable.

This was a carefully crafted image that Chung Myung had built over several years.

But now Ho Gamyung knew for sure. This monster was, after all, human. A weak human.

Ho Gamyung spoke with certainty.

“He’s already at his limit.”

Gwoelhaeng looked confused and asked.

“What’s the reason?”

“I saw him dragging his feet.”

“That’s the only reason?”

“It’s enough. More than enough.”

Ho Gamyung’s eyes narrowed, sharp and cold as ice.

“A wild animal doesn’t show pain until it’s about to die. It knows that the weak will die.”

“⋯⋯.”

“He’s not an animal, but it’s the same. He has to be strong. He can’t fall. He always has to be calm and determined. The fact that he can’t means…”

Ho Gamyung declared.

“He’s already collapsing.”

Doubt appeared in Gwoelhaeng’s eyes. He looked closely at Chung Myung again.

No matter how much he looked, he couldn’t believe it. Chung Myung was still as strong and monstrous as before.

The scene was the same as always. The Myriad Man House warriors were being cut down as they attacked.

But…

‘If you think about it, it makes sense.’

Would Chung Myung have had time to rest?

He probably didn’t even have time to sleep or recover his energy. How many people had died by his sword?

Even cutting rice with a sharp scythe becomes hard after doing it all day. How could he keep cutting down people for days without rest and not be tired?

The answer was clear. It was impossible. Anyone would know that.

The Myriad Man House had traveled for days, fighting constantly, and protecting those behind them.

Gwoelhaeng had believed Chung Myung wasn’t tired until Ho Gamyung spoke.

“⋯⋯I feel like I’m being tricked.”

“Don’t blame yourself. It’s not that you’re stupid, it’s that he’s amazing.”

Gwoelhaeng licked his lips, feeling tense.

He still wasn’t sure. There was a big difference between what he knew in his head and what he saw and felt.

‘The strategist’s words.’

But these were the words of Ho Gamyung. Wasn’t that worth betting on?

“What are you waiting for?”

“⋯⋯Hmm?”

“You have to prove your worth.”

Gwoelhaeng laughed.

He preferred a more relaxed hunt. He liked to watch his prey struggle and then slowly kill it.

But he didn’t dislike the thrill of stabbing a strong prey.

“If it’s an order, I’ll do it.”

He didn’t plan to let them leave the canyon alive.

It was just a matter of how he fought them.

Clang.

Gwoelhaeng drew his sword, and the Blood Sword members moved behind him.

“Before that, let me ask one thing.”

Ho Gamyung looked annoyed. He didn’t want to waste time.

But Gwoelhaeng asked anyway.

“What’s the goal?”

“That’s obvious.”

Ho Gamyung stared at Chung Myung.

“The Sword Saint of Mount Hua. If we can kill him, I don’t care about the others.”

“Good.”

Gwoelhaeng smiled and moved towards the canyon.

“I’ll do it.”

He pushed off the ground, stepping on the shoulders of those in front of him, and shot forward like a shooting star.

This narrow canyon wasn’t ideal for a chase. It was easier for the person running away than the one chasing.

Also, the Blood Sword Squad couldn’t use their special attacks in this rocky canyon. They could only rely on force.

But because of that…

‘It will be clearer.’

Gwoelhaeng flew through the air.

The canyon walls seemed to twist. In that world, only Chung Myung was clear.

Whoosh!

Chung Myung’s cold eyes met Gwoelhaeng’s burning eyes.

“Sword Saint of Mount Hua!”

Flash!

Gwoelhaeng’s sword tore through the air and rushed towards Chung Myung. It was incredibly fast and powerful.

Chung Myung narrowed his eyes and pushed off the ground. He struck down at Gwoelhaeng’s sword.

Kaaaang!

The clash of their swords was like a bomb going off. *CRASH!* Red and blue sparks burst out, flying everywhere like bright fireworks.

“Haha!” Gwoelhaeng laughed, his eyes burning with excitement.

He felt the power in Chung Myung’s block through his wrist. *Good,* he thought. *This prey is still strong.*

Gwoelhaeng didn’t stop. He attacked again and again.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

His three swords moved like snakes, sharp and fast. They twisted and turned, aiming for every part of Chung Myung’s body, as if they were alive and hungry to bite.

Chung Myung’s sword also moved, creating dozens of shadows.

Gwoelhaeng’s nimble swords and Chung Myung’s swift sword collided many times in a short burst.

Clang clang clang clang!

The sound was like hundreds of iron beads hitting an iron plate. Each strike was filled with the will to kill.

Clang!

Their swords tangled, and Gwoelhaeng was pushed back. His three swords couldn’t handle the power of Chung Myung’s sword.

Flash!

Chung Myung’s sword cut a line from below Gwoelhaeng’s eye to his ear. Blood spurted out.

Gwoelhaeng changed his stance. He poured energy into his sword and struck down.

Chung Myung met the attack head-on.

Kuaaaaang!

Energy collided, and shockwaves spread. People were thrown back. But Chung Myung and Gwoelhaeng stood firm, pushing against each other.

Scrape! Scrape scrape scrape!

The sound of swords scraping echoed.

Creak!

They could hear their hands twisting as they gripped their swords.

Their eyes met fiercely.

“Hehe.”

Gwoelhaeng looked down at Chung Myung’s legs.

He saw that Chung Myung’s uniform was wet with blood.

“Hehehe. That leg⋯⋯.”

Triumph filled Gwoelhaeng’s eyes.

“It seems like the wound hasn’t healed?”

“⋯⋯.”

“Huh? Sword Saint of Mount Hua!”

Kwaaang!

Gwoelhaeng pressed down on Chung Myung’s injured leg.

Chung Myung staggered and bounced back.

Gwoelhaeng, half his face covered in blood, laughed wildly and rushed in, like a beast finding wounded prey.