Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1592

“A…mi…” The Buddhist prayer stopped in his mouth, unfinished.

Grandmaster Beopjeong’s fingers shook. Now he understood what was happening.

“How… this… how…” His voice was weak.

Even though he understood, he could do nothing. He could only tremble, knowing he could not change what was happening. His breath came in short gasps.

How did Jang Il-so know?

The Zhuge and Murong clans were his secret weapon. He had worked hard to keep them away from the battle, making them think it was impossible to reach.

Beopjeong had made a small mistake, and Jang Il-so was using it.

Jang Il-so had used the opening Beopjeong made, like sharp teeth biting deep inside him.

“How!”

Beopjeong cried out desperately. Jang Il-so shook his head slightly.

“No, I should be asking the questions.”

Then, looking at Beopjeong’s pale face, he smiled slightly.

“What made you so sure of yourself?”

“……”

“That I wouldn’t know, that I could be tricked easily, that you were better than me. What made you so sure?”

Beopjeong’s eyes moved nervously.

Jang Il-so’s mocking face made Beopjeong realize his mistake.

People watching from outside could see everything clearly.

While others were tricked by Jang Il-so, Beopjeong thought he was smarter because he was watching from a distance.

He thought those who fell for such obvious tricks were foolish. He believed he would never be caught in Jang Il-so’s plans.

But now, Jang Il-so was asking him what made him so sure. How could someone who had never been in the mud think they could walk through the swamp easily?

“I, I…”

He thought he was waiting for the right moment, and Beopjeong called that patience. But now, all that time was pushing Beopjeong into a terrible situation.

Usually, small defeats happen because someone lacks skill.

Big defeats that people remember for a long time start with being too sure of yourself. Beopjeong knew this, but he thought he was special, and that was his biggest mistake.

“Do you want to know why you lost?”

“Th, this…”

“Because you were afraid.”

Jang Il-so’s gleaming eyes stared at Beopjeong, as if piercing through him. It was a gaze that seemed to see and understand his deepest thoughts.

At that moment, Jang Il-so’s eyes seemed more like those of a high priest than Beopjeong’s own.

“You thought you were being brave, but you were suffering in someone’s shadow. When you thought you could get away, you acted brave because you thought you believed in something, but you just wanted to escape.”

“What nonsense are you saying! I…”

“You know.”

Jang Il-so spoke as if he were comforting a child.

Screams that hurt the ears, the deaths of many people.

In a space flickering like a massive fire swallowing the world, a chilling silence fell between the two men. The smell of smoke and blood filled the air.

“You know it, don’t you?”

Beopjeong’s hands shook slightly.

He couldn’t deny it. When Jang Il-so spoke, he immediately thought of one person.

“Think about it. Why would I take him so far away?”

Beopjeong’s body froze.

“Out of fear? To take over the Cheonwu Alliance while he was gone?”

Jang Il-so’s eyes curved into a gentle smile.

“That’s not the only reason.”

“Shut your mouth!”

Beopjeong punched out, using a lot of force, as if to stop Jang Il-so from speaking.

But the hurried attack missed Jang Il-so. It was stopped by the blue light, and only the ground was destroyed.

Boom!

A big explosion happened, and Beopjeong gritted his teeth and charged forward. The sounds of battle echoed around them.

Not yet. It’s not over yet.

If he could just kill Jang Il-so, if he could defeat that devil, he could change everything. He hadn’t lost yet, he wasn’t trapped!

“Pae Guuuuuu Woon!”

A storm of power fell on Jang Il-so. But Jang Il-so calmly blocked the attacks without any worry. And then, he said the words Beopjeong didn’t want to hear.

“That’s the only way you’d come.”

“Shut up!”

“You couldn’t miss this chance, could you? The chance to not be compared to him, the only way to escape the shadow over you.”

“Can’t you shut up!”

Wham!

The powerful force pushed Jang Il-so back.

But Beopjeong started to feel anxious. His hands began to shake more.

Shaolin fist was made to stop people, not kill them. Now, for the first time, this made him angry.

He had to be stronger. He had to be faster. More! More!

Not to stop, but to kill that devil. To stop his breath. To stop that evil tongue from talking!

“The truth is, you knew you were just an ordinary person. So…”

Jang Il-so grinned with a strange look.

“That’s why you’re here now.”

“Aaargh!”

Explosive power came from Beopjeong.

But it was not as strong as before. It was fast and strong, but it was no longer true Shaolin style.

Soon, a deadly fist filled with the desire to kill covered Jang Il-so.

“Haha!”

Jang Il-so laughed loudly and met Beopjeong’s fist.

Power that seemed to have no limit, and a strong desire to kill.

Even in all that, Beopjeong saw the battlefield.

He didn’t want to see it, but he couldn’t help it. The disciples of the Nine Sects were being trampled, and the demonic hordes were tearing them apart.

He never thought the Nine Sects, especially his, would be in such a state. It was even worse than he had heard. It was a tragedy he had made himself.

As his heart wavered, his fist also wavered. The energy that should have flowed was cut off, and the fist missed its target.

Something inside Beopjeong was breaking.

He wanted to turn away. He wanted to cover his ears, close his eyes, and deny everything.

But he couldn’t escape this. The reality he had created with his overconfidence was destroying everything he had built.

The old monk’s face became twisted and angry. The peaceful Buddha he believed in was gone. His yellow robe, which made him look noble, and his shaved head could not hide the anger inside him.

“Jang Il-soooo!”

“Hahaha!”

Even as the fists fell, Jang Il-so kept laughing.

He was just that kind of man.

He acted noble, but inside, he had a strong, hidden desire.

War is made by humans.

People often think you can only know what someone will do next if you are stronger than them.

But really, if you understand what they want and feel, you can see their actions coming.

The real trap Jang Il-so set was not the Namhae Solar Palace.

The trap was making the Mount Hua Sword Master go to Anhui.

It might not mean much to others, but it was a deadly trap for Beopjeong.

Jang Il-so could see it in his eyes. Beopjeong felt less important than the Mount Hua Sword Master. He felt pressure to be better. And he was greedy, wanting Shaolin to get all the glory.

All of that had brought everyone here.

“Shut up! I said shut up!”

So Jang Il-so laughed.

How ridiculous that this high priest, who acted so noble, was the most desire-filled person in the world!

Truly ugly and funny!

“Haha!”

It was so funny he cried.

Beopjeong’s fist became even more deadly. His murderous face stood out in the storm of power.

Jang Il-so wondered.

Did he know what his face looked like now? What would he look like when he realized that the devil he wanted to kill was himself?

“Pae Guuuuuu Woon!”

Beopjeong, his eyes bloodshot, hit Jang Il-so’s head again and again.

A wild, uncontrolled fist that had lost its form, intent, and style. Just a punch used to kill, not even a fist anymore.

The fist, barely missing Jang Il-so’s head, hit his shoulder. But even with the pain, Jang Il-so didn’t stop laughing.

That laughter was the problem. That mockery made Beopjeong even more crazy.

“Shut up! Shut your mouth before I tear it apart…”

At that moment, Beopjeong said words that a Buddhist should never say.

Ptoo!

Suddenly, blood poured from Beopjeong’s mouth.

“Keuh, keuh…”

His fist stopped.

‘What…’

An ambush? Poison? No.

Beopjeong looked down. The blood was staining his front.

The blood was dark, but not from poison. It showed serious internal injuries.

‘In…terference…’

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-so smiled knowingly at Beopjeong. It was a strange smile.

“Oh, dear. Interference…”

Thud.

Jang Il-so stepped towards Beopjeong.

“How disappointing.”

“Cough! Cough! You, you… Cough!”

Beopjeong tried to speak, but he coughed and spat out blood.

Then, Jang Il-so asked gently.

“Do you know what it means?”

Beopjeong looked up. Jang Il-so said.

“Even Buddha has forsaken you.”

Those words hit Beopjeong like thunder.

“Ugh, ugh…”

Shaolin martial arts should not be practiced with the desire to kill.

Everything Beopjeong had done went against Shaolin martial arts. He had used martial arts that should be pure with a dark desire to kill, so interference happened.

The words that Buddha had forsaken him were true.

“If your Buddha does not allow evil, he wants to destroy you, not me. He won’t even let you kill me.”

“Cough!”

Beopjeong covered his mouth.

But the blood kept flowing. Every time he tried to use his energy, it was cut off, and his dantian felt like it was being torn apart.

‘I…’

Interference. In Buddhism, this means someone has gone away from the Buddhist way.

For Beopjeong, the reason for this interference was even more shocking than the interference itself.

“A, ami…”

He couldn’t say a prayer. The blood and his failing body showed his defeat.

In great pain, Beopjeong watched Jang Il-so come closer, his blue light shining.

Strangely, Jang Il-so’s glowing light looked like the halo in Buddhist art.