Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1259

“Well, Sect Leader.”

“…”

“What do we do?”

The urgent tone made Geum Yang-baek unable to answer. He stared intently at Chung Myung’s back, who was standing alone before the Chang Gui Troop.

‘What is he thinking?’

No matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t understand.

The enemy before them was the Myriad Man Formation, a group of dangerous fighters. Even a single troop of them could destroy a small sect. Yet, Chung Myung had revealed himself without a plan. The enemy’s main force wasn’t far away.

“Sect Leader!”

The urgent voice brought Geum Yang-baek back to reality.

“What was the original plan?”

“If they gave the signal, we were to rush to the coast and seize the ship.”

Yes, that was the plan. But a question arose.

“What does that signal mean?”

“…”

“Are we supposed to go out now?”

No one answered.

In this situation, the signal was obvious: someone would shout and run forward, and they would follow.

But the scene was unexpected. Who would imagine one person strolling out against the Myriad Man Formation’s armed force?

“W-Well…”

An elder hesitated. “Shouldn’t we observe a little longer? The other Heavenly Union people haven’t shown themselves yet.”

Geum Yang-baek didn’t answer, simply staring at Chung Myung’s back.

‘What on earth is that fellow…’

It was absurd and terrifying. His behavior was irresponsible, and Geum Yang-baek was terrified that their plans would be ruined.

“But…”

“Hmm?”

“…Why are they just standing there?”

Geum Yang-baek narrowed his eyes and focused.

‘Now that I think about it…’

Chung Myung approached slowly. The Myriad Man Formation would have seen him coming.

The strange thing started there.

The Myriad Man Formation were bloodthirsty devils, the most savage of the evil groups in Guangdong. They should have rushed in and torn him to pieces.

‘Why aren’t they moving?’

Geum Yang-baek couldn’t understand. He watched closely, but still didn’t understand.

They didn’t know what the name ‘Mount Hua Sword Saint’ meant to them.

“…Mount Hua Sword Saint,” Beom Chung choked out, the name like ice in his throat. His face, known for its cruel sneer, tightened. Beom Chung, leader of the Chang Gui Troop, the feared One-Armed Sword Demon, felt a cold dread creep up his spine.

‘Why him? Why now?’ His mind raced.

Just the name ‘Myriad Man Formation’ made everyone in the world afraid.

Beom Chung had stared down charging armies, laughed in the face of death itself. Fear was a weapon he used, not a feeling he knew. But now, facing the approaching figure in the black uniform, emblazoned with the crimson plum blossom, his usual bravado crumbled. It was more than just fear; it was a primal terror.

To the evil groups like his, that uniform was the mark of death itself, the grim reaper come to collect souls.

A bitter irony twisted in Beom Chung’s gut. He finally understood the terror he inflicted on ordinary people.

‘What do I do?’ Panic clawed at his throat.

Cold sweat slicked his palms, making the hilt of his sword feel slippery and foreign.

A deathly silence fell on the coast. The only sound was the waves. Even the Chang Gui Troop members were holding their breath, cowering like rabbits in front of a tiger.

But Beom Chung didn’t feel like scolding them. Even he couldn’t hide his fear.

‘Signal…’

Swallowing hard, he flinched as he tried to turn his head. Then, he bit his lip until it bled.

‘What am I doing?’

The enemy is alone. Of course, he didn’t know how many people were hiding behind him, but the only one who had revealed himself was the Mount Hua Sword Saint.

Why was he so scared that he was thinking of using a signal fire to alert the main force? Was he so incapable that he was thinking of asking for help because he couldn’t handle a single person?

This was an unbearable shame for Beom Chung, who was a notorious martial artist in Guangdong and had great pride as the leader of the Chang Gui Troop.

“Mount Hua Sword Saint.”

Chung Myung’s face lit up.

“Oh?” A smirk appeared on his face. “It seems I’ve become quite famous now. You recognize me right away.”

“…”

“Should I say it’s a good thing? Until now, it’s been a hassle to explain to every little punk.”

“…Why are you here?”

Chung Myung shrugged. “Well, is there a reason why I can’t come to a place where even bad guys come and go?”

“…”

“Anyway, that’s not important right now.”

Chung Myung glanced back.

Beom Chung twitched.

The enemy turned his back on him? It was a huge insult. But Beom Chung, who had grabbed his sword, couldn’t draw it. He just gripped it tightly.

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung turned his head back. “I can’t let the distance get too far.”

The moment Chung Myung raised his eyes, Beom Chung saw it.

Chung Myung’s eyes were cold enough to make his spine tingle.

Perhaps it was that look. Or maybe it was Chung Myung’s white teeth, revealed between his twisted lips. Whatever the reason, Beom Chung took a step back. And that brought about a result that was completely different from his intention.

The Chang Gui Troop’s battle signal was always the same. His stepping back was a signal to attack. The Chang Gui Troop never retreated. Especially with Beom Chung confronting the enemy, it was unimaginable that he would retreat.

One of those who saw the leader retreating rushed towards Chung Myung as if it were natural. It was the result of training. His body moved before he could even assess the situation.

“D-Don’t…”

Only then did Beom Chung realize what he had done. But it was too late to stop him.

“Dieee!”

With a shout, the sword was swung down.

The sword flashed back and struck again, cutting through the wrist holding the sword.

Snikt.

“Guh…”

The sword flashed back and stabbed again, severing the remaining wrist.

Snikt!

The sword slipped from the grip. But the sword light began to tear apart the body of the one who had rushed in.

Snikt! Snikt! Snikt! Snikt!

“Kuaaaaaaah!”

“Aaargh!”

The sword tore through the skin and twisted the muscles. The pain was so bad he could only scream.

The man collapsed. His whole body was trembling, whether because of the pain or because he couldn’t believe what was happening.

Thud. Chung Myung’s sword touched the neck of the kneeling man.

Chung Myung, looking down with cold eyes, smiled cruelly and said softly.

“Lacking.”

Snikt!

Hot, crimson blood sprayed across the white sand, staining it a shocking red. The smell of iron filled the air.

Thump.

The man’s body collapsed.

Chung Myung, looking at the corpse, slowly shifted his gaze towards the Chang Gui Troop, who were staring at him in a daze.

“This isn’t loud enough.”

Chung Myung smiled cruelly. The murderous intent covered the Chang Gui Troop like a blizzard.

“Shout louder. Then you might be able to live, you know?”

A chilling light flashed in Chung Myung’s eyes. Soon, he rushed towards the Chang Gui Troop at a terrifying speed, breaking through their ranks.

Chung Myung’s sword drew a round arc like the sun.