Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1051

The enraged Judicators charged like wounded beasts. And Chung Myung, like a meteor, dashed towards them.

“You scoundrel!”

Jeokil, with eyes rolled back, swung his swords. Dark miasma, thick and oily like black smoke, billowed from the tips of his swords, smelling faintly of sulfur.

“Kiyaaaaaaah!”

Jeokil’s sword screamed like a vengeful ghost, a ghastly, chilling screech that made one’s hair stand on end and soul tremble. It was as if his sword was crying out with all the resentment Jeokil felt.

However, Chung Myung’s face showed no worry. He met Jeokil’s attack with an emotionless face, as if all his jokes had been lies.

Kwaaaaaang!

The swords clashed, creating a deafening explosion, like thunder cracking in the air. Black miasma and red sword energy scattered everywhere.

Grrrrk! Grrrrrk!

The swords pushed against each other. The black sword, aimed at the opponent’s neck, writhed like a snake, ready to slit the throat at the first chance.

“Kuhaaaaah!”

Jeokil unleashed his killing intent and pushed against Chung Myung’s sword. Chung Myung, without resisting, tilted his sword and forcefully knocked Jeokil’s swords aside.

Kagagak!

Jeokil’s swords grazed the Plum Blossom Sword, sending red sparks flying. As soon as Jeokil’s swords touched his, Chung Myung quickly twisted his wrist. He pushed Jeokil’s swords away. Then, he swung his Plum Blossom Sword with incredible speed.

They were so close, their shoulders almost touching. Within that distance, his sword moved so fast it seemed to split into many strikes, raining down on Jeokil’s entire body.

Thwack! Thwack!

The swords relentlessly dug into Jeokil’s flesh. However, Jeokil’s incredibly tough body blocked the Plum Blossom Sword’s strikes, only causing shallow cuts.

“Useless!”

Jeokil raised his left hand. Miasma covered his hand, creating a gruesome shape. The miasma that grew from his fingertips looked like the claws of a beast or demon.

Kwaaaa!

Jeokil’s hand tore through the air towards Chung Myung. Chung Myung raised his left hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His fingertips trembled as if splitting, and soon dozens of palm shadows bloomed, creating a red wall between Jeokil and him.

The Plum Blossom Scattering Hand, the Red Flower Wall technique, one of Mount Hua’s famous hand techniques. Jeokil’s long fingernails scratched at the wall of perfect palm shadows.

“Kuk!”

Surprise flickered in Jeokil’s eyes.

He had tried to break through the wall with one attack, but it wasn’t easy. The moment he scratched the wall, he felt not a hard sensation but an infinitely soft and yielding energy enveloping his hand.

The energy that was pushed back filled its place again as if it had never been pushed back in the first place.

It was the ultimate yielding skill that embraced even the sharpness of the miasma.

The Judicator, unable to hide his surprise, was about to swing his sword again when the wall of energy suddenly broke, and a sword flew in with incredible speed.

‘What?’

Jeokil was horrified and twisted his body away from the attack that seemed ready to pierce his neck.

Snikt!

The sword blade grazed his right neck, leaving a vivid red scar.

“Kuk!”

A burning pain flared up.

But he wasn’t given time to groan. The sword that had slashed his neck stopped abruptly, then changed direction and flew towards Jeokil’s head with great force.

Jeokil momentarily opened his mouth wide and swung his hand forcefully.

Kaaaang!

The hand wrapped in miasma and the sword imbued with red sword energy collided. Jeokil immediately lashed out with his swords in his right hand. It seemed as if Chung Myung’s body would be pierced.

But at that moment, Chung Myung slightly pulled back his sword and thrust it towards Jeokil’s neck like lightning. They ended up stabbing their swords at each other.

Chung Myung aimed for Jeokil’s neck, Jeokil aimed for Chung Myung’s chest. Faced with a situation where they couldn’t back down, Jeokil gritted his teeth and put strength into the hand holding his sword.

‘A bluff….’

And at that moment, he saw it. A devilish smile on Chung Myung’s face.

An indescribable sense of dread flashed through Jeokil’s mind.

A cultist never fears the enemy. A cultist never fears death. But he, too, was human. Giving up his neck to pierce the opponent’s chest was not an easy choice.

In the end, his survival instinct surpassed his hatred for the enemy. A voice screamed in his mind to retreat, to survive. For a fleeting moment, that primal urge was louder than the years of hatred he had been taught.

Jeokil reflexively twisted his sword and raised it to block Chung Myung’s attack.

But at that moment!

Parararak!

With a sound like a butterfly flapping its wings, Chung Myung’s sword scattered into pieces, as if he already knew that Jeokil wouldn’t be able to stab his sword and would aim for his sword.

Jeokil’s wildly swung sword cut through the space where the Plum Blossom Sword had been, and at the same time, Chung Myung’s sword energy, transformed into thousands of plum blossom petals, pierced through Jeokil’s entire body.

Kagak! Kagak!

Jeokil flailed his arms like a seizure. However, it was impossible to block all the sword energy that flew in like dancing. Red wounds appeared all over his body.

But what horrified Jeokil was not these fancy sword skills. It was Chung Myung himself.

‘What the…?’

The killing intent that Chung Myung had was so intense that his entire body was numb.

Jeokil and the other Judicators were demons, beasts confined to barren lands. To learn martial arts, they had to fight each other. Therefore, they were used to hatred, killing intent, and evil. More than anyone else in the world.

But the killing intent that this righteous sect brat had made even Jeokil stiffen.

Even if one were made of blood, it was doubtful whether they could have such intense killing intent and evil, so how could a righteous sect brat exude such power?

“Y-you…!”

Snikt! Snikt! Snikt! Snikt! Snikt! Snikt!

Sword energy endlessly surged in and cut his entire body, as if not leaving a single part of his body untouched.

Pain made his head spin. But even in that pain, Jeokil’s mind did not break. It wasn’t because of hatred for the enemy.

It was because of those cold eyes.

Chung Myung’s cold eyes, glimpsed through the plum blossom sword energy, held his reason together. He could tell that if he lost his mind for even a moment, that bastard’s sword would cut his neck.

Fear took root deep within his heart. No matter how much he tried to deny it, he couldn’t. This was fear.

‘Am I feeling the kind of fear I should only feel before the Bishop from this brat? Me?’

Jeokil’s face was wretchedly distorted.

During the battle, the two Judicators who had been running arrived. Passing by Jeokil, they rushed at Chung Myung and swung their miasma-covered arms.

“Dieeee!”

Jeokil’s eyes widened.

“St…!”

He wanted to shout to stop them, but Chung Myung’s movements were twice as fast.

Thud!

Chung Myung, stomping on the ground, charged towards the hand falling above his head. As the black hand brushed right above his head, Chung Myung slammed into the Judicator’s chest.

Kuuuuung!

Chung Myung’s shoulder rammed into the Judicator’s chest. The center of the Judicator’s chest caved in. A waterfall of blood poured out of his mouth.

But Chung Myung’s attack was just beginning. Before the Judicator’s body could bounce back, Chung Myung spun like a top. The Plum Blossom Sword swiftly slashed the Judicator.

Paaaaat!

His chest split open, exposing the bones. The Judicator couldn’t even scream and was thrown backward.

“Th-this…!”

The other Judicator, who watched his comrade being brutally attacked, spewed bloodlust from his eyes. The sight of him slashing with both hands towards Chung Myung was madness itself.

“Kiyaaaaaaah!”

The miasma screamed as it tore through the air towards Chung Myung. The black lines seemed more than enough to tear Chung Myung apart.

At that moment, Chung Myung plunged his sword into the middle of the miasma.

Parararak! Pararararak!

The tip of Chung Myung’s sword gradually increased its vibration, pushing the miasma to the left and right, creating a large space.

‘What?’

There was no time for the Judicator to be astonished. Chung Myung flew into the opened space. The horrified Judicator tried to jump back, but Chung Myung thrust his hand.

Paaaaat!

The moment his eyes caught something faint, Chung Myung’s sword had reached his neck. It was unbelievably fast.

But the Judicator was not an easy opponent. He quickly twisted his body and avoided Chung Myung’s thrust.

Scratch.

Chung Myung’s sword energy grazed the Judicator’s neck. Even in that moment, it was a terrifying sign. The Judicator shuddered and tried to jump back.

Whoooosh!

But Chung Myung pulled his arm back and moved forward faster than the sword he had stabbed.

He reached out his hand with lightning speed and grabbed the Judicator’s head.

Crack!

Chung Myung, who gripped his head tightly, pulled the Judicator in.

The Judicator saw Chung Myung’s cruel smile. Fear bloomed on the Judicator’s face as he understood what this man was about to do.

“N-no….”

Thwack!

The sword blade touched the neck of the Judicator who had been pulled towards Chung Myung. Chung Myung spun around, pulling him into the blade.

Shhhhhhh!

A light and gruesome sound spread.

Thump!

Blood gushed out of the neck of the Judicator who had fallen. Jeokil lowered his gaze, his face pale and shocked. The blood soaked his clothes.

He raised his head and saw Chung Myung holding the severed head in his left hand, his sword dripping.

Thud.

Chung Myung threw the head at Jeokil’s feet.

“It’s going to be difficult if you’re already making that face.”

“…….”

“It’s just the beginning.”

The madness in his eyes was more terrible than that of the Demonic Cult. Chung Myung, running towards Jeokil, was smiling like a devil.