Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1062

BOOM!

The Mount Hua disciples stumbled back, their eyes wide with shock. The ground shook under their feet. “W-what was that?” someone gasped. Every time Danja Gang used his power, the earth cracked and the ground twisted like it was made of clay. Dark cracks spread across the ground. But even with this terrifying, evil energy exploding around him, Jang Il-So stood firm. He faced Danja Gang directly, not backing down an inch.

Baek Cheon’s heart pounded. *He’s crazy! How can he stand so close to that power?*

Even before an attack that seemed strong enough to destroy a huge mountain, Jang Il-So held on tightly to Danja Gang.

It was incredibly dangerous.

The words ‘tightrope walk’ didn’t even begin to describe how risky it was.

Even the Mount Hua disciples, who hated Jang Il-So, felt their hearts sink every time the dark, evil energy almost touched him.

Dozens of attacks happened in the blink of an eye. One mistake would mean instant exposure to that horrible evil energy at close range. In that instant, half of Jang Il-So’s body would be blown away.

Jang Il-So knew this better than anyone. Yet, he kept attacking Danja Gang, as if he felt no fear.

It was as if…

“T-that… it’s like Chung Myung…” Jo Gul muttered.

Baek Cheon nodded, surprised. Jang Il-So’s fighting style was very similar to someone they knew well.

*To think there could be another person in the world who fights like that!*

Baek Cheon had learned a lot from watching Chung Myung, but he wouldn’t even try to do what Jang Il-So was doing. It was too risky. It wasn’t because Baek Cheon was weak.

You couldn’t do it just because you understood it.

In a situation where attacks were coming from everywhere, staying close and blocking them without getting hit was a matter of instinct, not just skill. Human instinct has limits.

Baek Cheon was better than Chung Myung at using martial arts in a controlled way. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t copy Chung Myung’s natural instincts.

Yet now, Jang Il-So was facing the vice-leader just like Chung Myung.

Yoon Jong looked worried. “Isn’t that… isn’t that too dangerous…?”

The Mount Hua disciples were worried about Jang Il-So. It was like watching someone walk on a thin rope high in the air.

They knew that if Jang Il-So could do the same thing, he might even be better than Chung Myung right now.

But watching him fight didn’t make them feel better. It felt like Jang Il-So’s head would explode at any moment.

*Is that really possible?*

Cold sweat covered his body.

“If Jang Il-So gets hit, then…”

Just then, a cold voice spoke. “You’re just saying whatever comes to mind, you foolish members of the good groups.”

Baek Cheon turned to look at Ho Gamyung, the strategist of the Four Evil Sects. Ho Gamyung’s eyes were on the fight between Jang Il-So and Danja Gang.

“If you don’t know, be quiet and watch. He is not someone you can judge.”

Baek Cheon felt angry, but it quickly went away. It wasn’t because of Ho Gamyung, but because of his expression.

Ho Gamyung was Jang Il-So’s right-hand man.

Before the Four Evil Sects, even before the name Maninbang, Jang Il-So and Ho Gamyung were known together.

Jang Il-So was very important to Ho Gamyung. So how could he stay so calm while his leader was risking his life?

Ho Gamyung looked at the Mount Hua disciples with cold eyes.

He didn’t want to talk to them, but…

“You seem to have a lot of faith in the Sword Saint of Mount Hua?”

Baek Cheon didn’t answer, but Ho Gamyung continued. “That’s probably because you’ve seen him win many impossible battles.”

Baek Cheon started to say something, but then stopped. That wasn’t the only reason they trusted Chung Myung. But if Chung Myung hadn’t won those impossible battles, they wouldn’t trust him so much now.

“How many years have you been watching him? Five years? Ten years?”

“…”

Ho Gamyung said, “Listen closely, you members of the good groups.”

“The Defeated Lord, Jang Il-So, has been defeating stronger people for over twenty years. He earned that title by never giving up, even when he was beaten down. If he had ever lost, no one would remember his name.”

“…”

“He survived because he didn’t lose, and he took what he wanted because he didn’t lose. It doesn’t matter if the opponent is strong or not.”

Baek Cheon felt a chill.

They trusted Chung Myung a lot. But Ho Gamyung’s trust in Jang Il-So was different.

*Isn’t that like the Demonic Cult?*

It was more like faith than trust. Believing without question.

But if they watched Chung Myung win for more than ten years, wouldn’t they become obsessed with his victories?

Just like Ho Gamyung, who had seen it all and now blindly believed in Jang Il-So.

Ho Gamyung added, “I can’t even imagine the Defeated Lord being defeated.”

Baek Cheon, shaken by that blind faith, looked at Jang Il-So.

At the giant who had become a leader in the Demonic Sect with his own strength.

A few strands of hair flew around him.

Jang Il-So, his hair messy, spat out blood and charged forward. His shoulders were black from the evil energy.

His body was a mess. He looked like he was about to fall apart.

But his eyes were sharper than ever.

Crack!

Danja Gang’s hand tore across Jang Il-So’s wrist, ripping away flesh. The wound was so deep that bone was visible.

It must have hurt a lot, but Jang Il-So didn’t react. He kept aiming for Danja Gang’s head.

‘Madman.’

Chung Myung laughed softly as he supported Jang Il-So from behind.

He didn’t often laugh like this, genuinely surprised, not just to provoke his enemies.

Jang Il-So was showing something amazing.

‘Is that what I look like when I’m watching from behind?’

You don’t know what you look like when you’re doing it yourself. People can’t see themselves clearly. Chung Myung was seeing himself fight through someone else’s eyes, and he had only one thought.

‘…He managed to survive until the end.’

He finally understood why people felt distant from him when they saw him fight. And he knew what his enemies felt when they faced him.

Of course, Jang Il-So wasn’t perfect.

Chung Myung was a swordsman, but Jang Il-So was a martial artist. There was a big difference. That difference was putting Jang Il-So in danger every moment.

But none of that mattered. Chung Myung was supporting him.

Chung Myung had never supported anyone before, but it didn’t matter. He understood. He knew how the person who had always stood behind him had protected him.

Yes, what he was seeing now was…

The same thing that Dang Bo had seen a hundred years ago.

He had to feel every breath, every movement, even the smallest muscle movement. He had to become one with the person in front of him, and predict their movements before they happened.

‘He managed to do this terrible thing!’

He didn’t like that he had to protect Jang Il-So, but he wasn’t as disgusted as he thought he would be.

Because he was seeing something he would never have seen on his own.

Paaaah!

Chung Myung’s sword shot out. Danja Gang and Jang Il-So reached for each other. Chung Myung’s sword moved first, blocking Danja Gang’s attack and tearing away flesh.

It was a powerful stab that put everything into a single sword. It was more like throwing knives than swordsmanship.

“- Other hidden weapons? Well, I can use them if I need to, but I just like this one. Why? Do you have a problem with that?”

‘Stupid bastard!’

He understood now that he was standing behind someone.

A hidden weapon is better for killing someone secretly. If you can add the Dang family’s poison, you just need to hit the opponent somehow.

But you can’t protect the person in front of you with that. To block the enemy, you need power, and to threaten them, you need to be seen.

It was strange to throw a hidden weapon, which should be secret and fast, in a way that the enemy could see. The result was the twelve knives, the Twelve Flying Knives.

Gritting.

Chung Myung bit his lip until it bled.

‘Why do you all realize it so late…’

Even on the battlefield, which was lonely, there were many people standing behind him. If it hadn’t been for them, Chung Myung would have died long ago, and the Heavenly Demon would never have been defeated.

At that moment, Danja Gang screamed and raised his arm. Jang Il-So wouldn’t let that happen. He moved in close and punched Danja Gang’s upper body twelve times in the blink of an eye.

“Keuheuk…”

Blood poured out of Danja Gang’s mouth. But his eyes glowed even darker.

“Heavenly… Heavenly Demon Reincarnation.”

Jang Il-So looked up sharply.

A martial artist can use energy to protect themselves from attacks. That was putting Jang Il-So in danger.

“Ten-Thousand-Demons-Embrace!”

Evil energy, as big as a house, shot from Danja Gang’s fingertips and fell on Jang Il-So and Chung Myung.

At that moment!

“- Taoist Brother!”

‘Right!’

Chung Myung lunged forward, knowing what to do.

‘Is this how it’s done?’