Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1136

The dirty coin hit Baek Cheon’s forehead with a crack. He had been fighting back until the very last moment.

Bzzzt!

The wooden coin shattered, and Baek Cheon collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

Plop.

A red mark like an ‘X’ appeared on his forehead, and he slumped to the ground.

Tang Gunak brushed his hand after throwing the coin.

“Indeed, the Mount Hua Sect has tenacity.”

“Compared to that, the Dang Family fellows seem to lack any tenacity at all, don’t they?”

“⋯⋯Is that so?”

The Dang Family members flinched. Even without raising their heads, they could imagine Tang Gunak looking down on them.

“Well, what can you expect? Our students grew up in tough mountains. The Dang Family kids had it easy in Sichuan. It’s not really a fair fight, is it?”

“⋯⋯Does that sound like you’re saying the Dang Family is living too well and has lost its edge?”

“Haha! That’s a very funny thing to say. The Dang Family lacking edge? Haha!”

“⋯⋯.”

“Haha⋯⋯.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Was that not a joke?”

Snap.

The sound of Tang Gunak grinding his teeth was clearly audible, making those lying down tremble.

‘No, that crazy bastard⋯⋯.’

‘Why is he provoking people like that?’

The fallen Dang Family members felt terrible, but Chung Myung never cared about such feelings, and he wouldn’t start now.

“Ah, now that I think about it, that might not be the case.”

“⋯⋯What are you talking about now?”

Chung Myung, with his hands clasped behind his head, joked.

“Now that I think about it, it doesn’t seem like it’s because they’re living too well. The Namgung Family kids, who grew up even more pampered than the Dang Family, certainly have tenacity.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Then why is the Dang Family like that? I can’t figure it out at all. Is the land bad? Or are they just born⋯⋯. Ahem.”

Tang Gunak’s viper-like gaze fixed on Dang Pae and Dang Jan. The two, already watching his every move, quickly slammed their heads to the ground.

“⋯⋯The reason doesn’t really matter, does it? All that matters is changing the result.”

“Well, that’s true. But that’s not an easy thing to do.”

“Even if it’s not easy, it’s something that must be done. Somehow.”

Tears welled up in Dang Pae’s eyes.

Today, Tang Gunak was different from yesterday. He had been pushing them hard yesterday as well, but today, it was as if he had a knife in his mouth, rampaging with determination.

Just thinking about Tang Gunak, who was spewing murderous intent, was enough to make one wet their pants. Why provoke such a person even more! Why!

That rotten Taoist bastard!

Chung Myung glanced at the sprawled-out individuals and said,

“Fortunately, there should be plenty of time. Judging by the looks of it, you still need to get hit a lot more.”

“I don’t know if that’s fortunate or unfortunate.”

At Tang Gunak’s words, Chung Myung chuckled and shouted towards the sprawled-out individuals.

“We’ll be doing the same training tomorrow, so come prepared.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Well, even if you prepare, the result will probably be the same. Hee hee hee!”

Chung Myung turned and left the training ground. The elders of each sect and Maeng So, who had been watching the fallen, followed behind him.

Tang Gunak, who remained in his spot, frowned and said,

“Young Lord.”

“⋯⋯.”

“Young Lord.”

“Yes, yes! Clan Leader!”

Dang Pae raised his head abruptly and met Tang Gunak’s coldly sunken gaze, making him tremble. It was a look he hadn’t seen much lately, like Tang Gunak’s gaze before he met Chung Myung.

“Everyone must do at least their minimum share.”

“I, I’m sorry⋯⋯.”

“Among you, is there anyone who showed a 모습 befitting the name of the descendants of the Sichuan Dang Family today?”

“⋯⋯.”

“The Mount Hua Sword Saint may have said it as a joke, but it doesn’t sound like a joke to me. You don’t have to earn anything with your own hands, so there’s no reason to be impatient, and no reason to be desperate.”

Dang Pae lowered his head silently.

“As punishment⋯⋯ the entire Dang Family will fast today.”

“⋯⋯Yes.”

There was no room for excuses at the order to not eat because they hadn’t earned their keep.

Tang Gunak, who looked around at everyone with seemingly indifferent eyes, soon left the training ground. At the same time, Dang Pae, who had been barely holding on, slammed his head to the ground as if collapsing.

After a long time, Jo Gul staggered to his feet.

“Ugh. Seriously… did everyone decide to gang up on us?”

His voice was full of annoyance and fatigue. Jo Gul glanced at the person lying next to him like a corpse and said.

“Senior Brother.”

When there was still no response, he reached out and poked Yoon Jong’s side.

“Senior Brother, are you alive? Senior Brother.”

Poke. Poke.

“Are you dead?”

“⋯⋯I’m not dead, you bastard.”

“Hey, what’s up? I thought you croaked.”

“⋯⋯Ugh.”

A groan escaped from Yoon Jong’s mouth.

If he had even a little bit of energy left, he would have mercilessly smacked that impudent mouth, but now he was so exhausted that he couldn’t do anything even if the Four Evil Bloods were rampaging, let alone Jo Gul. Above all, his crown, which Chung Myung had struck, hurt so much that it was hard to even open his mouth.

How could that bastard Jo Gul have so much energy left to run his mouth even after experiencing the same thing? That bastard got hit twice as much.

“But isn’t this a bit too much?”

“What is?”

“Well… let’s be honest. Chung Myung and the sect leaders, even the elders, are all ganging up on us, how are we supposed to deal with that! What kind of training is this? It’s just a beating disguised as training.”

“What’s so new about that? We’re always getting beaten up.”

“Oh? Now that I hear it…”

Jo Gul tilted his head. In the meantime, Yoon Jong sighed deeply. He didn’t say it, but he was thinking the same thing.

In terms of numbers, it was too obvious that they would win, but as he had repeatedly emphasized, the difference in manpower didn’t mean much in the Jianghu.

A fully grown adult can only exert about ten times more strength than a six-year-old child. But that doesn’t mean that a fully grown adult is exactly ten times stronger than a young child.

It’s unlikely, but if a fully grown adult were to sincerely attack six-year-old children, wouldn’t they be able to defeat not ten, but a hundred?

In the Jianghu, masters are much stronger than ordinary fighters. The difference is huge.

It’s fortunate that Mount Hua, which has been sticking with Chung Myung all the time, is used to this situation, but the problem is…

Yoon Jong glanced at the sprawled-out individuals. He couldn’t see the expressions of those who were lying face down, but he could see the faces of those who were lying on their backs looking at the sky.

Yoon Jong came to a neat conclusion.

‘They’ve all lost their minds.’

Wouldn’t that be the face of someone who wrote a perfect answer sheet in the civil service examination and confidently expected to be the top scorer, only to realize that night that they had been disqualified because they hadn’t written their name on the answer sheet?

No, everyone’s faces were so blank that he thought those people’s conditions might be a little better.

Yoon Jong fully understood their feelings.

‘We were like that at first, too.’

There are plenty of martial artists in the Jianghu, but it’s surprisingly difficult to find someone who is recognized as a master everywhere. Even if each sect has only one or two, that sect can be treated as a prestigious one.

So, there are countless people who use the name of Jianghu but never see the face of a master in their entire lives.

Those who belong to prestigious orthodox sects are somewhat better off because they have the opportunity to see the elders of each sect, but… It’s unlikely that a master, who is busy trying to improve their skills, would bother with the children of the family, who are like a swarm of flies. At best, they would teach a few talented children a few times as a game.

‘Those people saw them rolling their eyes and rushing at them with all their might.’

It would be stranger if their souls didn’t run away after being directly hit by the murderous intent of a master right in front of their eyes.

“Ugh.”

At that time, Baek Cheon, who had collapsed last, staggered and raised his upper body.

“As expected, you recover quickly, Senior Uncle.”

“He’s used to getting hit, isn’t he?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve been hit enough myself, but it’s nothing compared to Senior Uncle.”

Baek Cheon distorted his face at the words that were hard to tell whether they were praise or insult.

“Damn it…”

He gritted his teeth.

“Chung Myung alone is driving me crazy.”

Dealing with Chung Myung, who single-handedly sweeps through Mount Hua, is no easy task. But because of his size, Maeng So, who is more eye-catching than Chung Myung, rampages like a beast, and Tang Gunak’s hidden weapons fly in between.

The elders of each sect fill in the gaps that they barely manage to find, so there’s no answer.

Of course, the number of people receiving training has also increased, but…

“They’re in the way.”

Baek Cheon deeply sympathized with Yoo Iseol’s quiet words.

‘It would be better if they weren’t here.’

He had never imagined that having allies would be a hindrance. But that ridiculous thing was happening in this training ground.

The combined attack that they had perfectly developed to deal with Chung Myung was completely useless. Other guys interfere with the direction they’re moving, and the panicked atmosphere of the other sects is directly transmitted to Mount Hua.

He even thought that if they were to face Chung Myung, Maeng So, and Tang Gunak with only Mount Hua without those guys, the situation would be better than this.

‘Was war originally this complicated?’

He just thought that they could win if they built a stronger force. But what he experienced in this training ground today was enough to fundamentally twist his thinking.

‘At this rate, if the power is excessively concentrated in one place, it will be harmful.’

Then what should they do? If gathering strength hinders each other, and if they don’t gather strength, they can’t face a powerful enemy?

“⋯⋯At this rate, each sect will have to move separately, and a few people will have to go around supporting the places that are being pushed back, right?”

Baek Cheon nodded heavily at Yoon Jong’s words.

He wasn’t wrong. That was the best thing to do in this situation. But then…

It was at that moment.

“You son of a bitch!”

A member of the Beast Palace suddenly stood up. His face was red and swollen, and he shouted angrily.

“Why are you always getting in the way! Our Palace Lord is too strong for you! Even a real sword can’t hurt him, what can you do with a wooden sword!”

At those words, Jo Gul glared.

“Are you talking to us right now?”

“Yes! You Mount Hua bastards! What good is your weak swordsmanship when you’re blocking us! We can’t fight properly because of you!”

The disciples of Mount Hua opened their mouths wide. Hindrance? Who is hindering whom to say such a thing?

“No…”

But there was no need to refute those words. There was someone else who would get angry at those words.

“You guys, whose heads are full of muscles, are spouting nonsense. If you hadn’t interfered and allowed us and Mount Hua to unite, the situation would have been twice as better.”

“What? Is it because you guys use the same sword?”

“That’s just the truth. You guys are no help at all!”

The Ice Palace immediately took Mount Hua’s side.

Then, Im Sobyung, who was listening, snorted.

“Well, then, why don’t you two face each other.”

Then, Namgung Dowi gritted his teeth and intervened.

“Don’t criticize allies. Why are you creating room for division!”

“Oh my, the great Namgung Family is talking to a low-down person like me. How kind of you.”

“⋯⋯What?”

They openly ridicule each other and pass on the responsibility. The bad feelings between them were so strong that they were still angry even now.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

‘I don’t know if this is right, Chung Myung.’