Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1509

Ilhosingae’s face showed he was worried.

He had always believed he was the best in the Beggars’ Sect. Why else would he be called ‘Military Dog Number One’?

Even Ilhosingae knew he had to be careful of Chung Myung, who was attacking fast.

Blue energy like bright flames burst from Military Dog Number One’s palm as he powerfully stamped his feet.

“Taap!”

When the palm hit the sword, the energy split in two directions.

Chung Myung dashed through the opening, his eyes sharp.

Paaat!

At the same moment, the white sword flashed, flying towards Military Dog Number One’s neck.

“Kuk!”

Military Dog Number One quickly twisted his neck, hitting the side of the sword with his palm to defend. Even so, Chung Myung’s sword, filled with inner power, left a red cut on Military Dog Number One’s neck.

Scratch!

A sharp, burning pain shot through his neck. He touched it quickly, and his fingers came away red with blood. He was shocked.

Before he could react, Chung Myung’s hidden plum blossom sword twisted like a snake, aiming for his heart.

Military Dog Number One twisted his body quickly, he didn’t even have time to shout.

Scratch! Scratch!

Chung Myung’s sword barely missed his chest and back. Blood splattered. He knew he was losing.

“Haaap!”

Military Dog Number One put all his power into a palm strike towards Chung Myung.

But then, he saw Chung Myung’s cold smile.

Paaaaat!

Before the palm energy could hit, Chung Myung’s sword pierced through like lightning. Military Dog Number One’s eyes widened.

‘What?’

He’s not backing down even with all that palm energy coming at him?

Thwack!

Chung Myung’s sword went into Military Dog Number One’s shoulder.

The pain was terrible, but Military Dog Number One gritted his teeth and used even more power. He decided to hurt Chung Myung badly because he was hurt in the shoulder.

But then…

Crack!

The sword in his shoulder twisted with a horrible sound. His arm twisted with it.

Kwaaaaa!

The palm energy went off to the side because of that. Chung Myung used his left hand to push it away and moved his body easily. He moved back quickly, like a leaf in the wind.

Tap.

Chung Myung spun in the air and landed on the ground, tilting his head. Red blood dripped from the plum blossom sword in his right hand. It was Military Dog Number One’s blood.

Military Dog Number One stared at Chung Myung, shocked.

‘How….’

How could someone be like that?

He saw it and felt it. But he couldn’t understand what had happened.

How could he attack palm energy that could destroy a person’s body? How could he not get hurt? How?

Military Dog Number One had to admit it.

‘He’s too strong….’

It wasn’t just about inner power or skill. Chung Myung’s sword was better than anything he knew.

‘So strong?’

Everyone knew Chung Myung, the Mount Hua Sword Saint, was strong. And he was an elder of the Beggars’ Sect. They knew. They had to know.

But Chung Myung was even stronger than they thought. His moves were better than what people said about the Mount Hua Sword Saint’s skills.

Then, Chung Myung’s cold voice spoke.

“That palm move… is that the Pursuing Righteousness Eighteen Palms?”

“H-How did you know that?”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue, looking annoyed.

“Tsk. An elder using a sect leader’s move? Beggars’ Sect is really falling apart.”

– What about Mount Hua?

“Kaaack! Get inside!”

This guy comes out at the wrong time! This is different from Mount Hua’s Violet Mist Divine Art! Don’t compare it to those beggars!

Chung Myung sighed and flicked his sword, looking unhappy.

“Well, whatever. If the guy who learned it disappears, it’ll be the same thing anyway.”

Creak.

Chung Myung dragged his sword on the ground and walked towards Military Dog Number One. Military Dog Number One took a step back without thinking.

“Why? Are you trying to run away?”

Military Dog Number One’s face turned red when he realized what he had done. Chung Myung smiled.

“Your words and actions don’t quite match up.”

“You….”

“Anyone can talk.”

Chung Myung’s voice turned cold.

“‘I will set the Beggars’ Sect right,’ ‘I can do it,’ ‘I am different’….”

“…….”

“You have never been in a real fight, so you can say things like that. It’s easy to point fingers from behind.”

“You!”

“Military Dog Number One, you think that’s a great name. But it means you have only compared yourself to dogs your whole life, right?”

Chung Myung pointed his sword at Military Dog Number One.

“You think you are a tiger because you are strong here. But you are just a dog pretending to be a tiger. A real tiger fights real battles.”

“Shut your mouth, you!”

He knew Chung Myung was trying to make him angry, but Military Dog Number One couldn’t help it. No one had ever insulted him like this before. Especially not someone from another sect.

“Look at you now. A tiger doesn’t bark, it bites. That’s why you’re a dog.”

Chung Myung smiled and walked closer to Military Dog Number One.

Military Dog Number One bit his lip, watching him carefully.

He wanted to hit that smile off his face. But Military Dog Number One wasn’t stupid. He knew he was outmatched. He, the best of the Beggars’ Sect, couldn’t beat this young fighter from Mount Hua.

What should he do?

Then, the other elders flew over and stood in front of Military Dog Number One to protect him.

“Elder!”

“We will help you!”

Ilhoshin-gae bit his lip harder. The other elders now saw it too: Ilhoshin-gae could not beat the Hwasan Sword Saint alone. This was a very shameful moment for them.

“Oh?”

Chung Myung didn’t miss this chance to sneer.

“The elders of the Beggars’ Sect think so much of a junior disciple that they are attacking as a group? I am so grateful.”

“Shut up, you rascal!”

The elders’ faces turned red. They knew this was shameful and not something to be proud of.

“Well, I guess elders can do what they want…”

Chung Myung looked at Ilhoshin-gae, who was standing with the elders.

“You said you were strong among weak people, like a tiger among dogs. But now you are hiding behind others? Who is weak and who is strong now?”

“Iik…!”

“Elder! Calm down!”

“You know how he is and how his words can trick you, right? Please, stay calm!”

Chung Myung chuckled, then twirled the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword in his hand.

“You know? What does knowing change? What haven’t you done because you didn’t know? You knew and still couldn’t do it?”

“I…”

“You want to bring back the Beggars’ Sect’s honor, but you are ganging up on a junior. You don’t want the Beggars’ Sect to look cowardly, but you are hiding the truth and trying to kill the sect leader.”

“You rascal! What do you know…?”

“What a load of rubbish.”

Chung Myung spat out the words like a laugh, not sounding angry anymore.

People show their true colors when things get tough.

“The bad smell here isn’t just from this place. It’s from what you are doing, isn’t it?”

Ilhoshin-gae, glaring at Chung Myung, shouted.

“Getting results is what matters! I will endure this shame!”

“Oh, really?”

Chung Myung held his sword in reverse and sneered. Then, his smile disappeared.

“You wouldn’t understand, but I’ll give you some advice.”

Chung Myung glanced to the side.

He saw his friends fighting against many Beggars’ Sect elders. They were outnumbered but wouldn’t give up.

“Honor isn’t the result, it’s how you get there.”

“…”

“You all wouldn’t understand that.”

Whoosh!

Chung Myung jumped forward and attacked the elders.

“Kill him!”

The elders fought back with all their strength.

Clang!

“Kuk!”

Jo Gul bit his lip. He attacked with his sword! But a staff flashed up and blocked it!

The sword strikes that worked well before were now blocked again and again.

‘This isn’t good.’

He had surprised them at first, but that didn’t last. The Beggars’ Sect was said to be the weakest of the Nine Sects, but these were still elders. They also had more people, so it was hard to keep the advantage.

“This is unfair! Why do we always have to fight like this!”

“Shut up and fight!”

“I know that!”

Jo Gul gritted his teeth.

‘I can hold on for now!’

He wasn’t surrounded, and the elders weren’t only focused on him, which helped.

He trusted Chung Myung, but the elders didn’t fully trust Ilhoshin-gae.

“Eek!”

Jo Gul ducked to avoid a staff. Some of his hair was cut off by the blue energy of the staff.

“Hap!”

Yoon Jong stepped in to take Jo Gul’s place because he saw Jo Gul was tired.

Jo Gul caught his breath and looked around.

‘I can’t hold out for long!’

But that was okay. They didn’t need to win. They just needed to keep the elders busy so Chung Myung could deal with Ilhoshin-gae.

Jo Gul stopped. Something caught his eye. He looked confused.

‘What is it?’

He felt uneasy about the fight on the other side.

Clang!

The staff and the Plum Blossom Sword crashed together. The Plum Blossom Sword was pushed back.

‘Pushed back?’

Why?

Jo Gul knew how strong the elders’ staffs were. It was strong, but not enough to push the sword back so easily.

The Plum Blossom Sword wasn’t strong enough, and it didn’t seem sharp or powerful.

“Sasuk…?”

The sword was being wielded by Baek Cheon, which surprised Jo Gul.

“S-Sasuk!”

That wasn’t Baek Cheon’s usual sword. Baek Cheon’s sword was always strong, precise, and amazing.

Before Jo Gul could help, it happened.

Clang!

The sword hit the staff, but it was not strong enough. It bounced back up for a moment.

“You rascal!”

The staff, glowing with blue energy, hit Baek Cheon in the chest.

Thwack!

Jo Gul saw Baek Cheon fall to the ground.

“Sa…”

He saw the staff falling towards the back of Baek Cheon’s head.

“N-Noooooooo!”

Jo Gul screamed, but it was too late.