Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1325

Yoo Iseol’s eyes widened.

‘Blood?’

She noticed later that Chung Myung’s legs, which were behind him, were wet.

It was normal to have blood on them in a fight. Blood was everywhere on a battlefield.

But she saw it was getting wetter. Enemy blood would dry and become hard. This was clearly fresh blood flowing from Chung Myung’s leg.

‘The wound!’

It had to be the wound from Hae Nam. The one they said would get better if he rested.

She had forgotten about it. Or maybe, she had chosen to ignore it.

Chung Myung always fought hard, even when told to rest. He always seemed fine. She had believed it would be the same again.

Chung Myung turned quickly and put his foot down. As his hurt leg took his weight, his trouser leg puffed out.

She could see blood spraying out from the wound and soaking the cloth from inside.

Yoo Iseol stopped, shocked. But even hurt, Chung Myung charged at Gwoelhaeng. He didn’t even pause.

“No…!”

Clang! Their swords crashed again. The force of the blow pushed wind towards Yoo Iseol.

The wind was strong, almost knocking her over. She saw Chung Myung’s back. It was shaking.

She understood it clearly now. He had been fighting non-stop since they told him to rest his leg. He had climbed cliffs and fought enemies, all on that hurt leg.

He couldn’t be okay. He shouldn’t be okay. Why had she thought he would be fine?

At that moment, red shadows, like the Blood Sword Clan members, rushed towards Chung Myung’s head in succession.

“Sasuk!”

Yoo Iseol shouted, her voice a scream.

Thud! She jumped forward, but she was too slow. She wasn’t used to feeling so much fear and worry. It made her slow to react.

“Hap!”

Tang Pae, who didn’t know Chung Myung was hurt, reacted quicker.

Whoosh!

Daggers flew incredibly fast towards the Blood Sword Clan members attacking Chung Myung.

The fast daggers didn’t hit. Swords blocked them and knocked them aside. But they did slow the enemies down for a moment.

Normally, that would have been more than enough.

But not for Chung Myung now.

Whoosh!

The Blood Sword Clan members’ thin swords shot out like snakes towards Chung Myung’s chest and head. Chung Myung quickly leaned back to avoid the swords.

But then, Gwoelhaeng’s sword, which was like a flexible chain, twisted around the Plum Blossom Sword and yanked it forward suddenly.

Boom!

To stop himself from being pulled, Chung Myung stamped his foot down hard. But he wasn’t strong enough. He was still pulled forward a little.

Slicing!

Swords flashed past, cutting Chung Myung’s side. His clothes ripped, and blood flew out.

Whoosh!

Yoo Iseol’s face was twisted in anger. She jumped into the air like a hawk. Her sword blows fell quickly, one after another, on the Blood Sword Clan members.

Clang! Clang!

But these enemies were stronger than any she had fought before. Against normal fighters, her attacks would have been deadly. But the Blood Sword Clan members, even when pushed back, blocked every one of her strikes.

Whoosh!

The Blood Sword Clan members didn’t just defend. They attacked back, stabbing at her with their swords. Bright blue energy shot from the tips of their swords, aiming to cut right through her.

Tap!

Yoo Iseol pushed off the air with her foot and flipped backwards. She just barely dodged all the blue sword energy. But even while dealing with the dangerous sword energy, her attention was focused on Chung Myung below, not the Blood Sword Clan members.

‘Sasuk!’

Whoosh!

Even while Yoo Iseol fought the enemies above, swords clashed again and again below.

Sparks of energy exploded out each time their swords hit. It was obvious how much strain this fighting was putting on Chung Myung’s body.

“This…!”

Whoosh!

Yoo Iseol pushed off the air and landed hard. She ran towards Chung Myung the moment her feet hit the ground. But before she could reach Chung Myung, other Blood Sword Clan members leaped out from Gwoelhaeng’s left and right, and from above his head, aiming for Chung Myung.

Yoo Iseol reached out with her sword, desperate to help. Her blade just touched Chung Myung’s face as she knocked away one of the swords coming at him.

However, three more swords were still aimed at Chung Myung.

The Blood Sword Clan member’s sword shot towards Chung Myung’s neck.

Kwaaaah!

Gwoelhaeng, seeing his chance, surrounded himself with powerful sword energy and swung at Chung Myung’s waist in one big strike.

This was life or death.

A very fast stab and a cut he couldn’t block.

This perfect attack looked like it would destroy Chung Myung. If he moved back, he’d be stabbed. If he stayed, he’d be cut in half.

Chung Myung knew what to do. He went straight into the attack.

Clang!

He pushed off the ground, and it was like an explosion. Faster than anyone could hear the sound, Chung Myung flew forward like a cannonball and slammed into Gwoelhaeng’s chest, like he was hugging him.

Gwoelhaeng swung his sword as hard as he could, but it just cut through the air behind Chung Myung. The stab missed too.

Koooong!

Chung Myung pushed back from Gwoelhaeng’s chest and then suddenly shot out many lines of sword energy.

The Blood Sword Clan members’ eyes went wide as they saw the many lines of sword energy shoot out like sharp needles.

Crack! Crunch!

Many holes appeared in the Blood Sword Clan members’ bodies. Those hit in the throat died without even making a sound.

But even in this chaos, Gwoelhaeng proved that he was on a different level from the other Blood Sword Clan members.

Clang clang clang!

Gwoelhaeng blocked all the sword energy and charged at Chung Myung again, not letting him rest. A cold blue light shone from his eyes, seen above his mask.

Kwaaaang!

Chung Myung’s and Gwoelhaeng’s swords crashed together again.

Suddenly, Gwoelhaeng’s left hand moved. Fast as lightning, he pulled a thin sword from a holder on his leg and threw it at Chung Myung’s face.

Slicing!

Chung Myung quickly moved his head back, but the thin, sharp sword still cut his jaw. A long cut opened up, and blood sprayed out.

“This…!”

Chung Myung jerked his head forward, like he was headbutting. Using this force, he pushed back hard against the swords.

Boom!

As Gwoelhaeng was pushed back, Chung Myung stabbed forward with his sword.

Swish!

It made a sound like silk in the wind. The tip of his Plum Blossom Sword started to shake. From the shaking tip, many bright plum blossoms appeared, like magic.

As soon as Gwoelryang saw the plum blossoms, he swung his sword. Three streaks of sword energy, like claws, came from his sharp blade and flew towards the flowers that were not yet open.

Clang!

The plum blossoms that were still closed hit the strong sword energy and broke apart. But one of Gwoelryang’s attacks went right through the plum blossoms. It still had power left and hit Chung Myung’s side.

Scratch!

Chung Myung’s side split open, and blood gushed out. But even though this happened, Chung Myung’s sword did not stop.

Hwaaaah!

Plum blossoms filled the canyon and blew in the wind. The petals flew towards Gwoelryang, who was quickly moving back, as if they were angry.

The canyon was too narrow for Gwoelryang to avoid Chung Myung’s Plum Blossom Blizzard, which he used with all his power. He could not move back or to the side in this narrow canyon. The plum blossoms filled his vision, and he felt true despair.

Gwoelryang was also in the same situation. Even as a leader, it was hard for him to avoid all the sword energy.

But Gwoelryang did not choose the hard way.

Thump!

Leaning back, Gwoelryang grabbed the shoulder of a Blood Sword Unit member who had come to help him retreat.

Without any hesitation, he threw the man towards the plum blossom sword energy.

L, Leader!

Gwoelryang didn’t stop. He grabbed anyone he could reach, throwing them forward with a desperate heave.

Three men in total. The Blood Sword Unit members were used as shields against the plum blossom attack without knowing why, and they stared in shock.

Was it fear of the deadly attack, or the bitter sting of betrayal in their leader’s eyes? No one would ever know the true despair in their final moments.

Kraaah!

The plum blossom sword energy tore through the bodies of the three Blood Sword Unit members. Their hard training was useless against the pain of being cut by hundreds of blades.

Whoosh!

The wind blew again, and the plum blossoms disappeared like a dream. All that was left were the bodies of the three Blood Sword Unit members, covered in cuts.

Khehe.

Gwoelryang chuckled softly and stood up straight.

He had deep cuts all over his body. Even though he used his unit members as shields, they couldn’t block all the plum blossom sword energy.

He had managed to turn away most of the sword energy, but the sword energy that got through left wounds all over his body.

But it wasn’t a complete loss.

To hurt the Mount Hua Sword Master this much in exchange for the lives of three unit members and his own injuries was a good deal.

Trickle.

Blood kept flowing from Chung Myung’s long, open wound.

Chung Myung glanced at his side without showing any emotion and then pressed a spot to stop the bleeding. This familiar action was strange and unsettling.

Even then, Gwoelryang noticed Chung Myung’s shoulders moving slightly.

He’s panting.

Panting meant he was running out of energy. Gwoelryang grinned under his mask.

He’s completely exhausted. Isn’t he?

If Chung Myung was in good condition, Gwoelryang couldn’t have hurt him, no matter how hard he tried.

This meant that Chung Myung was not normal right now.

This monster, the Mount Hua Sword Master, was finally trapped.

No matter how great he was, Chung Myung could not escape in that state.

Snap.

Gwoelryang bit his lip hard, drawing blood. The bitter taste of blood calmed his excited body.

I mustn’t get excited.

When hunting, you have to stay calm until the end. Only then can you enjoy the pleasure of biting the prey’s neck.

Gwoelryang regained his calm and pointed at the Mount Hua Sword Master. He would save the last strike for the end. There was no need to risk danger.

Charge.

As soon as he said that, the Blood Sword Unit members rushed forward to Gwoelryang’s left and right.

They had seen their comrades die as Gwoelryang’s shields, but they had already forgotten about them.

In the Demonic Sect and the Ten Thousand People Clan, this was normal.

Haaaah!

The Blood Sword Unit members jumped over the badly cut bodies and charged at Chung Myung.

Yoo Iseol quickly ran forward to protect Chung Myung.

Step back. I…

Chung Myung grabbed Yoo Iseol’s shoulder and pushed her back hard.

Paaah!

Yoo Iseol looked surprised for a moment. But Chung Myung’s sword had already cut through the necks of the charging Blood Sword Unit members.

Kkeureuk…

Even as they died, they couldn’t believe it.

He’s injured…

Chung Myung was clearly hurt. But Chung Myung’s sword was as strong as ever.

Before they could understand the difference between what they expected and what was happening, their lives were easily ended.

Plop. Plop.

Chung Myung glanced back at Yoo Iseol.

This is my place, Sago.

Your condition right now…

Chung Myung was already looking forward, not at Yoo Iseol. Yoo Iseol bit her lip tightly.

Then, Chung Myung spoke in a cold voice.

I’m completely exhausted.

……

I’m injured and not in normal condition.

You…

So, what about it?

Chung Myung smirked. His white teeth were strangely shown from between his blood-covered lips.

That’s what war is, isn’t it?

Gwoelryang’s eyes narrowed slightly. Chung Myung looked down at his side. The blood had not stopped, maybe because the wound was deep, or maybe because of poison.

Chung Myung put his hand on his side as if to press the wound. Then, Gwoelryang gave an obvious sneer.

You’re not as strong as you say you are…

Gwoelryang stopped talking by itself.

Bzzzt! Sssssss!

Burning smoke came from the wound where Chung Myung’s hand touched. Soon, Gwoelryang smelled burning flesh.

The smile disappeared from Gwoelryang’s face under the mask.

Because the blood wouldn’t stop, he burned the wound to stop the bleeding with a hand gathered with the power of the Flaming Yang. What kind of insane act was this?

A chill ran down Gwoelryang’s back.

That’s done.

Chung Myung smiled with satisfaction, having burned the wound closed.

Let’s continue.

Gwoelryang’s eyes trembled slightly as he watched Chung Myung approach with his sword.