Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1308

A deafening **BOOM!** shook the ground. Namgung Dowi’s heart hammered wildly against his ribs. Around him, chaos erupted – a terrifying wave of sound and fury.

Enemies charged forward, their faces twisted with anger. Others ran back in fear, tripping over themselves. Some stood frozen, eyes wide with panic, unsure what to do. Screams filled the air, sharp and desperate. The hatred and desire for blood from everyone exploded at once, a suffocating wave.

But Namgung Dowi didn’t flinch. Instead, a surge of power coursed through him, and he amplified his inner energy even further, drawing strength from the very chaos around him.

Every hair on his body stood on end. A sense of exhilaration, greater than fear, enveloped Namgung Dowi.

Learning martial arts was about building, step by step. It meant doing the same thing over and over, for a very long time. It was hard work, like trying to build a tall tower using thin paper.

Everything he had built up over the past was now exploding.

The Azure Sky Divine Sword, symbol of the Namgung Clan’s head.

That sword, once held in Namgung Hwang’s hand, now emitted an intensely bright white light from Namgung Dowi’s grasp.

Namgung Dowi raised the sword, channeling his inner energy into it.

No!

The image of Namgung Hwang’s back flickered before his eyes.

Namgung Hwang would have swung the sword down in an instant, cleaving everyone who stood in his way in two. But he was not Namgung Hwang. At least, not yet.

He might reach his level someday, but it was impossible now. Even if it were possible, he shouldn’t follow that path.

The excessively channeled inner energy was withdrawn in an instant.

The Namgung sword was nothing if not honest.

It drew out all its power in a straight line, pressing down on the enemy. Namgung Dowi had never once doubted such a Namgung sword. He firmly believed that it was the sword that the leader of the Namgung Clan should wield.

But not now.

The swords of the Mount Hua Sect, the hidden weapons of the Tang Clan, and the fan of Lim Sobyeong had shown him. That drawing out everything and crushing was not the only way.

He realized the ‘right path’ wasn’t just about using the correct techniques. It was about his goal, where he wanted to go as a swordsman.

Even if his sword was not fitting for Namgung, if his will was not shameful to the name of Namgung, his sword was still the right path.

Goooo!

Inner energy, befitting his capabilities, began to condense at the tip of the sword.

He focused on using his energy efficiently, wasting none of it.

Not to destroy the enemy. A sword carrying the will to wield even one more strike plunged from the sky to the ground.

Kwaaaaaang!

A blinding white light exploded in the enemy ranks, like a shell bursting, sending dust and debris flying. Namgung Dowi charged through the rising dust.

Wham!

He slammed straight into the chest of someone half-unconscious and instantly chopped off the head of someone trying to quickly raise their shield again.

One step more!

The enemy was not completely dealt with yet.

Before, he would have unleashed one more sword strike here to completely crush the enemy. But instead, Namgung Dowi immediately kicked off the ground and moved forward.

The panicked warriors of the Four Evil Alliances reflexively thrust their spears at Namgung Dowi. Their level of training was clearly not ordinary, as even their hastily thrust spears were incredibly sharp.

But at that moment.

Clang!

The spear strikes flying towards Namgung Dowi were instantly deflected.

“Keep going!”

Baek Cheon, who had defended him from behind, instantly cut down those aiming for Namgung Dowi’s flank.

Namgung Dowi was already running forward before Baek Cheon’s words were even finished.

Now he knew how trust was built.

The other person’s character? Grand intentions? The other person’s status?

That was ridiculous. Such things might have meaning outside the battlefield, but on the battlefield, they didn’t even have the worth of a grain of rice.

Trust on this battlefield was only one thing: knowing what was built into the other person’s sword. That was what believing meant.

There was no way Baek Cheon would let Namgung Dowi’s side be pierced.

There was no way Hae Yeon would just watch as an enemy jumped down on Namgung Dowi’s head.

Namgung Dowi was certain.

If he tired, someone would gladly step in for him, and if he was in danger, Chung Myung would surely come running.

I don’t need to shout at the top of my lungs for them to trust me.

Just as he was evaluating them, they would also evaluate him. So, if he wanted to give trust, he shouldn’t stubbornly flaunt and assert what he held in his hand, but prove what he had built into his sword.

Thud!

Namgung Dowi’s foot stomped down on the ground as if to crush it. At the same time, his waist twisted back as far as it could go.

A posture where the lower body remained as it was, but only the upper body twisted backward. Such a posture did not exist in the Iron Sword Twelve Forms, the Azure Sky Boundless Sword Art, or the Imperial Sword Formation. So, naturally, it was not fitting for the name of Namgung.

One must not take their eyes off the enemy. One must straighten their back and face the enemy head-on. This was an absolute principle that could never be broken in Namgung’s swordplay.

But at this moment, Namgung Dowi broke that principle himself.

Taking one’s eyes off the enemy meant inviting danger upon oneself. But the current Namgung Dowi could do that. He could do it as much as he wanted.

Because there would surely be someone beside him to prevent that danger.

Whoosh!

Baek Cheon’s sword energy, flying like lightning, struck down the spears rushing towards Namgung Dowi in succession. Hearing the metallic sounds coming from the front, Namgung Dowi gripped his sword tightly.

Aaaaargh!

Whoosh!

From his body, which had received power and rotated, a dazzling white light burst out like a crescent moon. An enormous wave of white sword energy crashed down like a waterfall, roaring through the air.

Heeat!

Those in front were horrified and raised their shields.

Wham!

With a rough explosion, the hand holding the shield twisted. The impact was so great that his wrist seemed about to break at any moment, and the blood that had flowed backward gushed out of his mouth.

I, I still blocked it…

But at that moment, those holding the shields widened their eyes.

Crack crack crack!

The sword energy was cutting through the shields made of solid iron.

N, No…!

Kwaaaaaang!

The white sword energy, which had split the thick shield as tall as a person like paper, soon pierced through the human body. Even a three-year-old child would know what the result would be.

Thaaang!

With a bursting sound like a thick rubber band being snapped, the body, sliced in two, was flung through the air like a rag doll, landing with a sickening thud.

It was a sight that not only demoralized the enemy but also left the following allies speechless.

“…Senior Brother. If I am born again, please send me to Namgung.”

“…You said you wanted to go to Shaolin before.”

“…That guy crossed the line too. What is that?”

“…Stop talking nonsense and get out there, you idiot!”

“…Aish, seriously!”

Jo Gul momentarily leaped over Namgung Dowi’s head, who had lost his strength, and charged forward.

“I don’t want to stand in front of those two! Give me a mask to cover my face!”

Jo Gul screamed and raised his sword. Unlike his constantly chattering mouth, his eyes were frighteningly calm.

When Jo Gul suddenly charged, the surprised enemies quickly raised their spears. But Jo Gul saw their weakness.

“Your stances have widened, you moronic bastards!”

Swaeeeeek!

Jo Gul’s sword, divided into dozens of pieces, flew forward as quickly as Tang Clan’s hidden weapons. The sword shadows relentlessly dug into the gaps of the opponents, whose movements had become larger while dealing with Namgung Dowi.

Thwack! Thwack!

It was a quick sword that would be difficult to block even if they used all their skills. Since they faced such a sword in a disorganized posture, the result was obvious.

Kraaah!

Kkeuek!

Those with holes in their bodies clutched their wounds and retreated. Just as Jo Gul was about to chase after them and attack again, someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.

Huh?

Namgung Dowi, who had pushed Jo Gul back and stepped forward, took a firm stance.

“No, Young Lord! Don’t overdo it…”

The words ‘don’t overdo it’ annoyed him.

Those damn Mount Hua bastards.

They acted as if it was natural for them to break bones or have their flesh torn, but they looked at others with worried eyes even if they were just panting next to them.

The feeling of distrust in their gazes was not simply because Namgung Dowi was twisted.

He knew. In their eyes, Namgung Dowi would still look like a chick who was only strong.

But it wasn’t as if they had gained experience by crossing the line between life and death from the beginning. They must have had a beginning too, and there must have been times when they were unskilled.

You guys would have held your swords even at times like that.

No one would have protected them, saying it was okay to do just enough, like now.

So…!

Don’t underestimate people!

Namgung Dowi channeled his inner energy into the sword.

If they had confidence, he had the pride of being the direct descendant of Namgung. It was now more of a heavy burden on his shoulders than something to be proud of, but even so, Namgung Dowi had never forgotten that pride for a moment.

He wasn’t someone who would only follow an easy path made by others. If he had to, he had to jump in, even if it was rough terrain, even if it was a thorny path that tore his flesh.

Taaaaaaap!

He swung his sword once more.

Kwaaaaaang.

The sword energy exploded, throwing enemies into the air. They didn’t even have time to scream.

“You bastard!”

But the sword energy that he spewed out in succession was not as uniform as before. There were those who endured that sword energy and charged at him.

At that moment, when Namgung Dowi’s knees faltered, someone ran out from behind him and blocked them.

“You think you’re so great on your own.”

Jo Gul, no, Chung Myung?

It was neither of them.

Swaeeeeek!

Ten throwing knives emitted from Dangpae’s hands cut through the air.

Twelve Flying Knives.

The ultimate technique of the Tang Clan, which began in the Tang family and was completed in the hands of Tang Bo. The absolute throwing knives, completed with countless blood in this Gangnam land, began to cut through this battlefield once again.

Not twelve, but ten throwing knives. It could not even be compared to the Twelve Flying Knives that Tang Bo used to display, but it was rather excessive to deal with the ordinary warriors of the Four Evil Alliances.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The throwing knives were embedded up to the handle in the foreheads of those who were charging. They died instantly and fell backward without even groaning.

The art of throwing knives was truly a terrifying martial art.

Once a throwing knife was launched, it could not be turned back easily. Therefore, those who used the art of throwing knives could never fully demonstrate their skills in sparring and duels.

The place where the throwing knives truly revealed their power was only the battlefield. It was a battlefield where there was no need to fight while protecting the opponent’s life.

Moreover, it was easy to lose focus on the battlefield. Amid the explosions and screams echoing from all directions, what could be more terrifying than a throwing knife flying in secretly?

Shlak!

With a flick of his finger, the throwing knives that had pierced through the enemies’ skulls flew through the air and were sucked into Dangpae’s hand.

“Dowi!”

“Yes!”

“Go!”

Dangpae stepped aside. As if handing over the front to him.

And Namgung Dowi immediately threw himself towards the path that Dangpae had opened.

If I can’t even do this much!

He stomped down on the ground strongly. His sword soared into the sky. The tip of the sword pointed as if to pierce the Azure Sky, which was spread out more widely than ever.

I have no face to see my father!

The striking blow strongly and magnificently split the world. The sword energy, as if Namgung Hwang had manifested, turned into a huge white light and swept away those blocking the way.

Kwaaaaaang!

The one strike split the battlefield in half.

The white sword energy bloomed like an illusion and disappeared in an instant.

In the eyes of those running at the front, the path leading to the long, clearly divided valley was clearly visible.

“He opened it!”

“Run as it is!”

Just as Namgung Dowi was about to grit his teeth and run out.

“Amitabha.”

Someone lightly tapped his shoulder and stepped forward.

“Now it’s my turn, Benefactor.”

Namgung Dowi, who had exhausted his inner energy, panted and chuckled.

“If it’s you, I must yield.”