Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1510

Wham! Jo Gul jumped forward quickly, pushing off the floor to go faster.

But it was too far. He was too late.

Even with his fast sword, he couldn’t reach them in time.

It felt like time slowed down. Jo Gul saw clearly: a short staff, full of power, was coming down towards Baek Cheon’s head.

‘Ah, no….’

Clang! A sword flashed like lightning and knocked away the staff just before it hit Baek Cheon.

“Gasp! That was close!” Jo Gul cried out, his voice shaking with relief.

Yoo Iseol was suddenly there, next to Baek Cheon. She quickly attacked the person who had attacked Baek Cheon, her face showing no emotion.

She reached out and grabbed Baek Cheon’s swaying shoulder, pulling him up.

Baek Cheon had been knocked out for a moment. He looked up at Yoo Iseol and frowned a little.

“…Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Baek Cheon held his chest, stood up straight, and got ready to fight again.

“I was careless for a second. I’m fine now.”

“Yes,” Yoo Iseol nodded quietly.

Jo Gul watched from a distance, still confused. *’Master Uncle was surprised by that attack?*’ He thought. *’Everyone has good days and bad days, even the strongest fighters. But Baek Cheon, the way I know him, wouldn’t usually leave himself so open to attack.*’ What was even more strange was Yoo Iseol.

Jo Gul understood what happened to Baek Cheon because Yoon Jong had given him a chance to pause. But Yoo Iseol didn’t have that chance. How did she know Baek Cheon was in danger and get there faster than him?

Unless she knew Baek Cheon would be in danger before it happened…

“Hey! Wake up, idiot!”

“Ah, I know, I know!” Jo Gul replied quickly, biting his lip.

*’This is not the time to daydream. We’re in a battle!*’ He thought. Jo Gul glanced back at Baek Cheon, his eyes worried, then ran towards Yoon Jong. *’I have to trust Yoo Iseol to protect him,’* he thought.

“Aaaargh!” Jo Gul’s sword flashed with even stronger energy than before, like lightning, trying to pull all the enemies towards him.

Baek Cheon saw Jo Gul’s powerful sword energy spreading out and bit his lip. Just then, Yoo Iseol spoke briefly,

“Back.”

“No,” Baek Cheon said, shaking his head.

“I was just careless.”

“Stubborn,” Yoo Iseol replied.

“It’s nothing,” Baek Cheon said. He held his sword tightly and stepped forward confidently.

Yoo Iseol stopped arguing. Instead, she just stood half a step beside him.

Baek Cheon smiled sadly. *’I’m making trouble for her,’* he thought. He knew how Yoo Iseol usually fought. She didn’t stay in one place. She would quickly attack before anyone saw her, confuse the enemy, and strike fast with small movements.

But now, she was standing still, blocking enemies – not her usual style. He could feel it without her saying a word: she was protecting him.

*Ooooong.* Baek Cheon focused all his power into his sword.

“I said, I was just careless!”

*Hwaaaaa!* Red energy, like flower petals, shot out from his sword.

The plum blossoms seemed even brighter and redder today, blooming as if they were about to die.

“Woo-ooo!”

Then, golden light exploded from behind Baek Cheon, like the sun.

“Danger!”

“Move!”

*Wham!* The golden power smashed through the walls of the main hall. Now, everyone would know a fight was happening here.

“You monster!” The elders saw what had happened and glared at Baek Cheon, wanting to kill him.

Baek Cheon smiled slightly.

“People say beggars are honest because they have nothing to lose. But looking at you elders, that doesn’t seem right.”

“What did you say?” He kept laughing, which was strange.

The situation was still terrible.

Everyone was struggling to survive, hoping Chung Myung would quickly defeat Ilhoshin-gae.

But Baek Cheon felt strangely calm and light. Unlike the others who were confused and lost, even though they were stronger.

*’I don’t know,’* he thought. *’Is this feeling because I believe in what I’m doing, or is it something else?’* He glanced over and saw Chung Myung fighting wildly like a ghost.

“…Let’s just say it’s because of my belief.” Baek Cheon muttered, smiling, and put more power into his sword.

“Push harder!”

“Yes!” Baek Cheon bit his lip, feeling more determined, and swung his sword.

*Clang!* His sword blocked the staff in one move, then shot out, moving like a black snake, and cut the arm holding the staff. The red energy, like a snake, bit into the wrist and elbow, then kept going, reaching the shoulder.

“Kuh!” The elder’s face twisted in pain from the cut on his arm. But there was no time to feel it. The red snake of energy was now flying towards his face.

“Gasp!” The elder gasped and quickly ducked and rolled away.

*’Naryeo Tagon,’* he thought. *’It’s a move fighters are ashamed to use, but I don’t care.’*

*Thud!* But Chung Myung also didn’t care about such things. Chung Myung chased after the rolling elder like lightning and kicked him hard in the chest.

The elder coughed up blood and crashed into the wall. Dust flew up from the broken wall.

Chung Myung had easily defeated one of the elders. He moved so fast he seemed to vanish.

*Wham! Thud!*

He had just thought this when WHAM! Three thick sticks slammed down exactly where he had been standing. The attack was so strong it felt like the whole floor of the big hall would break. If he hadn’t jumped away just in time, those sticks would have smashed him flat.

Blast!

The beggars who had missed Chung Myung and hit only the floor were surprised and quickly stood up. But they saw dozens of streaks of red sword energy rushing towards them.

They quickly twisted their bodies to dodge. The red sword energy barely missed their faces.

It was a close call. They realized their necks could have been cut, and they shivered. As they felt both fear and relief, one of the Changro’s eyes widened.

What…!

The sword energy that had almost hit their faces suddenly grew bigger. It burst open like a bomb. Many small pieces flew out in every direction.

If they were good enough to handle this terrible situation, they wouldn’t still be just Changro in the Beggars’ Sect.

Aaaaargh!

The flying pieces tore into the Changro’s bodies. They were quickly covered in wounds and collapsed to the floor.

Scrape.

Chung Myung lowered his sword until the tip scratched the ground. He took a deep breath and looked at Ilho Singae with sharp eyes.

This is more endless than I thought.

It seemed like there were endless beggars in the world, and so many Beggars’ Sect disciples. He didn’t expect even the Changro to be so many.

Each Changro was a little stronger than a disciple from a famous family. But there were so many of them that even half their number could fill this big hall.

But Chung Myung’s problem was nothing compared to Ilho Singae’s shock. Ilho Singae stared, looking like he had lost his soul. He looked at the Beggars’ Sect Changro lying on the floor and then at Chung Myung.

Chung Myung was still fine, while the Beggars’ Sect Changro were piled up on the floor.

Just what….

His hand was shaking without him knowing.

There was a huge difference between knowing Chung Myung’s fighting skill and seeing it for himself.

Chung Myung was strong. But Ilho Singae was strong too.

So, he thought that even if the Mount Hua Divine Dragon was strong, he could still fight him. Maybe Ilho Singae could even win.

But the Chung Myung he saw today destroyed everything he thought he knew.

Chung Myung was right.

He had been showing off, thinking he was a king among dogs. Compared to the tigers who risked their lives fighting for land, he was just a toy.

Are you going to keep hiding like that?

Ilho Singae jumped at Chung Myung’s cold question.

Chung Myung didn’t look superior. It wasn’t because he was careful of Ilho Singae. He didn’t even see him as an enemy.

Ilho Singae realized this and bit his lip.

He couldn’t fight. He didn’t have the courage to fight that man. It wasn’t courage, but foolishness.

Yes. I am a dog.

A dog without the courage to fight alone. But that didn’t mean he had lost.

Looking anxious, are we?

A dog had its own way of fighting. Even the strongest tiger could be killed by a pack of dogs.

Ilho Singae carefully looked at what was happening.

The Mount Hua students were fighting as well as they could, but that was it. They could never win.

Your goal is to kill me before they fall, isn’t it?

……

I don’t plan to be part of that plan because of some small pride. I will not fight you until all the other Changro are dead.

Chung Myung chuckled at those words.

So, you’re saying it’s okay if all the Changro die as long as you become the Sect Leader? You’re an even more disgusting person than I thought.

No, that won’t happen.

……What?

I didn’t expect Mount Hua to be here. But… I thought about the Sect Leader and his followers might resist.

Chung Myung narrowed his eyes.

Did you think this was all I had? Mount Hua Divine Dragon?

Ilho Singae smiled proudly.

You underestimated me too much. That’s your end.

KABOOM!

The walls of the Beggars’ Sect headquarters broke, and a very loud noise shook Gaebong.

……Are you just going to stand by and watch?

Someone asked. The Changro, who had left the headquarters and were watching without expression, turned to look at Chu Myeon-gae. He was the one who had stood against Ilho Singae.

……Then what do you want us to do?

We must do something……

Should we help the outsiders kill the Changro of our Sect? Or should we help the Changro kill the outsiders and cause the Beggars’ Sect to commit a sin?

That is……

Chu Myeon-gae shook his head.

I cannot choose. I am……

But Changro-nim, if things continue like this, the result is clear. No matter how good the Mount Hua Five Swords are, they cannot win against so many Changro. Then we will lose Chung Myung, the Mount Hua Divine Dragon, the only one who can face a defeated army.

……

Isn’t that a greater sin!

Chu Myeon-gae closed his eyes tightly.

He knew. Chung Myung, the Mount Hua Divine Dragon, must not die here. If they killed him, the Beggars’ Sect would commit a terrible sin.

But could he really fight against the Changro of his own Sect?

He was trapped and began to think of another person.

If it were Jao-gae……

No, that was pointless. Jao-gae was not here. No matter how much he thought about it, he would not find an answer.

Let us watch.

Yes?

If the heavens are watching, they will give us the answer. Haven’t Chung Myung, the Mount Hua Divine Dragon, and the Mount Hua Five Swords done impossible things many times?

That is true, but……

If the situation becomes too dangerous, I can at least save myself. No, I must hope that I can.

Just as Chu Myeon-gae was about to sigh, it happened.

Cha, Changro-nim! Changro-nim!

Chu Myeon-gae frowned and turned around at the urgent voice. A beggar, his face white with fear, looked back and forth between him and the entrance to the headquarters, stamping his feet.

You must report to the headquarters now! To the headquarters!

……I cannot enter the headquarters now. What is it?

The gates, right now at the gates……

The gates? What happened at the gates? Speak calmly!

Chu Myeon-gae told him off. The beggar swallowed hard, took a breath to calm himself, and shouted.

Shaolin! Shaolin has arrived!

Chu Myeon-gae looked shocked.