Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1322

“Faster! Run faster!” Geum Yang-baek shouted, his voice tight with fear. He felt sick, like he might throw up blood, but he pushed the older men in front of him.

These were elders, men who had trained in martial arts for years, their whole lives. Now, they could barely keep up with the younger students.

*How strong is this poison?* Geum Yang-baek thought, his mind racing.

Poison was dangerous, everyone knew that. But skilled fighters were not usually afraid of it. They believed they could control their bodies and push the poison out.

This was common knowledge in the world of martial artists, something everyone understood.

But in this terrible battlefield, none of what they knew seemed to matter.

They said inner power could stop poison, but who could save their inner power when they had to fight so hard?

Besides, how could they move their inner power when enemies were screaming and attacking?

If they were masters who could use their inner power while moving and fighting, it might be different. But no one in Hainan was that skilled. Reaching that level was not just about being strong.

“Cough!”

“Elder Lee!”

Geum Yang-baek quickly grabbed the shoulder of the collapsing elder. If he hadn’t caught him, he would have fallen and died.

“Are you alright?”

“I, I’m fine… Cough!”

Black blood poured from Elder Lee’s mouth again.

Moving fast with the poison in his body would make it worse. But they had no choice. They had to keep going.

Geum Yang-baek gritted his teeth. How many of them would survive the poison? If the enemy attacked now, could they even hold their swords?

Clang!

A loud crash rang out, like metal hitting metal. He turned and saw a sword spinning into the air.

Next to it, a man’s head flew up as well.

‘The Mount Hua Sword Saint!’

Chung Myung stood like a strong wall, blocking the enemies who charged like hungry animals.

Wham!

His sword cut sharply into an elbow. The sword, now out of control, slipped from the enemy’s hand and flew into the sky.

The sword cut half the man’s arm off, then stabbed into the heart of another member of the Myriad Man Clan.

“Ugh…”

Crack!

The sword twisted in his heart.

Before he knew he was dead, before he could try to fight back, the twisting sword destroyed his heart.

It was a killing sword that gave no chance to fight back.

Chung Myung wasted no movement with his sword. But in another way, his sword seemed wasteful.

In martial arts, the best way is to hit the weak spot quickly. Cutting off an arm and twisting the sword in the heart seemed like wasted effort.

If the goal of martial arts was to strike the enemy’s weak point fast and accurately, Chung Myung’s sword was very different.

However, strangely, that waste made Chung Myung’s sword even more effective.

It was a sword that didn’t exist in any Mount Hua book, a sword only Chung Myung used, and it was cutting down the enemies without mercy.

“Haaah!”

But the members of the Myriad Man Clan were strong.

Even though those who attacked the Mount Hua Sword Saint were dying, the other members of the Myriad Man Clan rushed forward without fear.

Crack!

One man, with a sword through his chest, grabbed the Plum Blossom Sword.

Bang!

It was a crazy thing to do. The sword couldn’t hold the weight and was forced down. This caused a terrible wound that even a god couldn’t heal, and his insides were destroyed.

It was almost suicide, but it stopped Chung Myung’s sword for a moment.

Then, the other members of the Myriad Man Clan pushed off the ground with all their strength.

“Dieee!”

There was no need to say what it meant to block a sword master’s sword.

But Chung Myung did more than they expected.

Wham!

Chung Myung slammed the sword into the ground with great force.

Thwack!

As the sword went through the body and into the ground, Chung Myung’s left hand shot out and hit the handle of his sword.

Boom!

The handle of the sword hit the member of the Myriad Man Clan in front of him and sent him flying like a bullet. The others who were rushing in stopped for a moment.

Should they dodge? Or keep going?

It didn’t matter. From the moment they hesitated, they were already dead.

Bang!

A sound like a tree snapping back burst out, and green energy hit the members of the Myriad Man Clan one after another.

It was the Bamboo Leaf Hand.

Unlike Mount Hua, which used many tricks, this palm technique used speed and strength. The practical palm technique stopped the enemies from rushing in.

Whoosh.

Chung Myung kicked the sword out of the ground and caught it in the air. Then he stabbed it forward.

Wham!

The sword flew with terrible speed, and one of the Myriad Man Clan members swung his sword to block it. Or, he tried to block it.

But then.

Halt!

The sword, which had been flying with unbelievable speed, stopped as if it were a trick.

‘What?’

The eyes of the Myriad Man Clan member widened.

‘It, it stopped….’

But the sword, already swung with all his might, could not be stopped. The sword that was meant to block went past the sword and out to the side. Even though everything was moving, that sword was still, as if time had stopped.

And.

Wham!

Time started again. The stopped sword moved as fast as before, stabbing into the space where the other sword had missed.

He could see everything clearly but couldn’t do anything.

The member of the Myriad Man Clan saw Chung Myung looking at him coldly.

Crack!

As the sword pierced his neck, he felt a burning heat.

The sword went straight through his neck, then cut sideways, slicing the necks of others who were rushing in.

The Myriad Man Clan members didn’t stop attacking.

One sword flew towards Chung Myung’s sword, and another aimed for his upper body.

Even if the Mount Hua Sword Saint was a master, they thought they could beat him if they stopped his sword.

They knew what to do because they had beaten many stronger people in the past.

But Chung Myung was not like anyone they had fought before.

Instead of dodging the sword, Chung Myung attacked fearlessly.

Clang!

The flying sword bounced back with a crash. But another sword, glowing blue, shot towards Chung Myung’s upper body.

Chung Myung leaned back, but the sword was too fast.

‘I got him….’

The member of the Myriad Man Clan was about to shout for joy, but Chung Myung reached out and grabbed the blade of the sword.

The man was so shocked that he gasped.

Grab it with his hand? A sword with energy in it?

Even with inner power, who would grab a sword like that?

But there was no time to think. The sword flew towards the man’s neck with great speed.

Splat!

Maybe he felt no pain.

The member of the Myriad Man Clan, his neck cut off, fell forward.

Thud!

Chung Myung kicked the body away and stabbed his sword forward.

Clang! Clang!

The sword moved between the two swords like they were a pair. He twisted the swords as if opening a door. And Chung Myung’s left hand glowed red.

It was the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand at its best. The energy, red like maple leaves, exploded on the side of the Myriad Man Clan member who had lost his balance.

“Aaargh!”

All his ribs were crushed. He swung his sword with his last strength, but a dagger flew in and pierced his head.

Thwack!

“Ugh…”

He fell without swinging his sword because a dagger was in his head.

Chung Myung had already moved on, making holes in others as if he knew what would happen.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Kraaah!”

Those with holes in their necks or hearts died, but those with wounds in their stomachs or shoulders held on and fought back.

Chung Myung’s sword was still out.

Even if a sword cut off his neck, he would stab this one strike.

But he wasn’t just facing Chung Myung.

Swish!

A sword from Chung Myung’s side cut the neck of the one rushing in.

It was different from Chung Myung’s fast sword. It was a gentle but deadly strike. Blood poured from the cut neck.

The white sword turned red. But Yoo Iseol didn’t stop and pulled back her sword.

And then.

“Dojang!”

Dang Pae screamed. He saw something flying over their heads.

It was the True Thunderclap!

That thing that had turned Dang Pae’s poison back on him and poisoned the elders was flying over Chung Myung’s head. If it exploded, even Chung Myung….

But then, Dang Pae saw it.

Red petals, like a dream, reached out to the fire bomb and wrapped around it.

“Ah….”

Dang Pae forgot everything for a moment. Chung Myung’s cold voice brought him back.

“I’m sorry, but….”

Dang Pae looked at Chung Myung. He could only see his back, but he knew what Chung Myung was thinking.

“I don’t accept gifts from the Demonic Sect.”

Wham!

The fire bomb, wrapped in plum blossom petals, flew back twice as fast.

The members of the Myriad Man Clan saw the fire bomb and their eyes widened.

And then.

KABOOOOM!