Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1058

They stood close, almost touching. For fighters like them, this distance could mean life or death.

Yet, even with the enemy right there, Danjagang’s gaze was fixed on his own shoulder. Through his ripped clothes, you could clearly see a deep wound. Blood flowed from it.

With each pulse, throbbing pain spread from the wound.

But even worse than the pain was the shocking truth: his shoulder had been cut open so easily.

Flesh is meant to be cut by a blade. That was obvious. But for Danjagang, it felt unbelievable.

“So easily…?”

This wound meant a lot. It meant that his body, tougher than steel and more resilient than heavenly silk, was just like any other body when facing this man’s sword.

The deep wound on his shoulder began to close on its own. The raw, red flesh quickly knitted together, healing the injury. It was an unrealistically fast recovery.

Seeing this, Chung Myung muttered.

“Gouru Demon Art, is it?”

Though it was a quiet murmur, Danjagang heard him and flinched. He glared at Chung Myung.

“How did you know?”

“Oh, a body that won’t die even when wounded? Real handy.”

Chung Myung bared his teeth.

“Do you know how the last guy who mastered that dark art died before you?”

Before Danjagang could answer, Chung Myung’s sword sliced through the air.

Whoosh!

The crimson energy of the sword, aimed at his neck, seemed to answer for him.

Clang!

Chung Myung moved forward, right in front of Danjagang, who had barely blocked the sword energy. The moment Danjagang saw that face, twisted with a strange grin, he felt a chill.

Swish!

A sword strike that tore through the air. But Danjagang, having seen this before, used his dark energy without hesitation. He knew Chung Myung was trying to break his defenses with a trick!

But then, Chung Myung’s sword sped up again, hitting Danjagang with terrifying force.

Thwaaaack!

Danjagang’s knees shook as he watched the sword’s movements.

Again!

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sword hit his dark energy again and again, like a giant hammer smashing down.

“Ugh!”

A groan escaped his lips. Each time the dark energy flowing from his hands hit that sword, a strange force entered his body. It felt like ice-cold water being poured inside him.

‘The dark energy… is scattering?’

How could this man’s martial art disrupt dark energy so easily?

Bang!

A troubled mind affects the body. Chung Myung’s sword pushed back Danjagang, whose stance had weakened. At the same time, Chung Myung, jumping off the ground, followed Danjagang like lightning.

“You won’t!”

Dark energy rose like clouds, surrounding Chung Myung. Unable to guess his opponent’s moves, Danjagang wanted to crush him with force.

But then, Chung Myung drew his sword almost behind his back. And in one quick motion, he slashed hard from left to right.

Fwoooooosh!

The air snapped like a whip. Around Chung Myung’s sword, the air seemed to twist and bend, like crumpled paper.

Soon, a single red line appeared.

A clear line, like drawn by a painter. The dark energy that touched that line split in half as if it were a lie.

Having cut through the dark energy with one strike, Chung Myung charged at Danjagang, his eyes blazing with madness.

This was a battlefield where lives were at stake, and the enemy was strong.

But Chung Myung didn’t feel pressure. He felt excitement.

Fwoosh!

The sword, moving twice as fast as usual, flew towards Danjagang’s face. As Danjagang quickly raised his hand, Chung Myung’s sword changed direction as if it knew, avoiding the block.

Swish!

The tip of the sword, piercing Danjagang’s wrist, cut it open to the elbow. Blood splattered from the shallow wound. To Chung Myung, this scene seemed to slow down.

‘Not yet.’

Not yet! Not enough! Not yet!

‘I am…’

The Plum Blossom Sword Saint was twice as fast and twice as strong. This wasn’t enough to satisfy him.

The inner energy, slowly gathered, surged from his inner power center. Each time he stepped and swung his sword, forgotten feelings came back to his fingertips.

‘More!’

Dark energy pressed in, suffocating him; his breath reached the top of his head. His whole body ached as if crushed, though he hadn’t been hit, and veins burst in his eyes.

His hand, fighting against the dark energy and swinging the sword again and again, was badly damaged. The bones at his fingertips were almost showing through the torn skin.

But…

Thwack!

The moment the sword and hand met, Chung Myung saw shock in Danjagang’s eyes. That face made Chung Myung even more excited.

‘You don’t understand.’

He had been through countless battles. He had killed many Demonic Sect disciples and faced many high-ranking members.

A bishop who hadn’t experienced a hundred years couldn’t understand.

‘More!’

Fwoooooosh!

Still too slow. The power at the tip of the sword was weak compared to his old self. But…

Kaga-ga-gak!

Chung Myung’s sword cut through the dark energy again, leaving a long cut on Danjagang’s cheek.

‘That’s not all!’

The current Chung Myung wasn’t the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but he had a different weapon. A clearer energy than anything else, at the tip of his sword.

‘I’ll break through.’

Having gathered, refined, and purified the purest energy, it was better than normal divine energy. It was so sharp that it could tear apart dark energy and still have some power left.

The one holding the sword might be weaker, but the sword was unmatched. The sharpness from that sword was Chung Myung’s other weapon.

“Ha!”

At that moment, Danjagang shouted. Then, the swirling dark energy crashed down on Chung Myung like floating ghosts.

The evil dark energy, which would crush the body and rot the flesh just by touching it, now made Chung Myung’s senses sharper. His whole body tingled.

“More!”

Fwoosh!

The tip of the sword created illusions.

Crack! Crack!

Chung Myung, having cut down all the dark energy, threw himself towards Danjagang’s approaching hand. When his face was almost touching his hand, Chung Myung jumped off the air again with his toes. His body moved even faster.

Crack!

Danjagang’s hand brushed past his shoulder. It was only a graze, but the flesh from his shoulder to his back tore away as if ripped off.

A dizzying pain arose. But before that pain could reach his mind, Chung Myung moved into Danjagang’s chest.

If he was weaker than before, there was only one way to win: to fight more wildly and dangerously than before.

Fwoosh!

The sword, swung perfectly at a very short distance, cut deeply into Danjagang’s thigh. Because they were so close and Danjagang’s flesh was so tough, it felt like tearing flesh with an iron skewer rather than cutting it.

The moment the sword touched Danjagang’s bone, Chung Myung quickly pushed the sword in. He pulled his body back slightly.

Thwaaaaaack!

Danjagang’s hand tore through the space where Chung Myung’s head had been a moment ago with great speed. If he had swung the sword all the way, Chung Myung’s head would have been crushed.

But Chung Myung wasn’t afraid, even though he had almost died.

He was on a knife-edge, where one wrong move meant death.

Chung Myung wasn’t thinking about fear. He was feeling joy. The intense pleasure that came when death moved away. Chung Myung, trusting that feeling, twisted his body and charged at Danjagang again.

Crack!

He put too much force on the hand holding the sword. But his body felt lighter than ever. There was no one to protect, and no one to watch. There was no reason to worry about the battle behind him or the changing situation.

He only had one thing to do.

To cut off the head of the person in front of him.

Chung Myung’s face, free from all pressure, was full of murderous intent and joy.

Seeing that excited face, Jang Il-so matched Chung Myung’s speed and charged at Danjagang. If he had any room to spare, he would have laughed like a madman.

‘That crazy bastard.’

Jang Il-so knew he wasn’t completely normal. But Chung Myung was insane in a different way.

The line between life and death. The Mount Hua Sword Champion was going back and forth on that line with every choice. No one in their right mind could do that.

Those who wanted to be the best had to risk their lives, but this was beyond that.

The sword that Jang Il-so held was wild and out of control. Could it even be called a sword? It was more like an arrow that had left the bow. A weapon that would be useless if it didn’t hit the enemy.

‘I can’t believe I’m supporting someone from behind.’

His pride was hurt, but he enjoyed it. Jang Il-so, his eyes gleaming, used as much of the Azure Flame Demonic Strength as he could, matching Chung Myung’s attack.

‘Not yet!’

Both hands turned blue.

Then, Chung Myung’s sword shone, sending sword energy towards Danjagang. All of Chung Myung’s focus was on Danjagang. Anyone who was Chung Myung’s enemy would want to attack him now.

But Jang Il-so waited patiently.

‘Not yet!’

Thwaaaaaack!

The dark energy that stretched out like a rain of arrows blew away the sword energy. The black dark energy, like an angry black dragon, moved towards Chung Myung. No, it was about to move.

‘Now!’

Bang!

Jang Il-so, closing the distance, slammed his palm into Danjagang’s side. He looked like a beast waiting to attack.

Thwaaaaaack!

Danjagang staggered back. Chung Myung coldly said.

“Too slow!”

“…You’re a greedy child.”

The two men glanced at each other and rushed at Danjagang like wolves hunting a tiger.