Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 1566

“Kugh!”

The glaive swung, tearing through the wind with terrifying speed. It was incredibly heavy.

But even with its power, it was still just a glaive.

Paaah!

It couldn’t match the speed of Namgung Dowi’s sword, which struck like a viper.

The sound of the Azure Sky Divine Sword piercing flesh echoed as it struck the Black Dragon King’s side.

Flesh tore with a wet sound.

“Euhahat!”

The Black Dragon King cried out, a sound between a scream and a battle cry. He gritted his teeth and swung the glaive again.

But Namgung Dowi stayed close, giving him no room to maneuver.

Wheeeeeee!

The glaive cut through the air with immense energy. Even though the glaive was strong, its power was only at the blade’s edge.

Nevertheless, some of the force still hit him.

The skin on his back burst from the force of the energy that went by him. His white uniform was stained crimson as the flesh on his back blackened.

But he was alive.

Scratch!

Namgung Dowi’s sword sliced through the Black Dragon King’s empty shoulder. Because they were so close, he couldn’t swing the sword fully, so it didn’t have its full power. He couldn’t cut through the Black Dragon King’s body in one blow.

But his sword could reach the Black Dragon King, while the Black Dragon King’s glaive could not reach him.

He had forgotten something.

He had been able to put intense inner strength into the tip of his sword, and he began to believe he could beat anyone with his power.

And now, he remembered.

Martial arts were for the weak to fight against the strong. There were many ways to fight someone stronger than yourself.

“You bastard!”

The sound of a heavy impact echoed as the Black Dragon King slammed his shoulder into Namgung Dowi’s chest. It was a clumsy attack, but the Black Dragon King’s immense body shook Namgung Dowi’s insides.

Black blood poured from Namgung Dowi’s mouth.

As his body was about to fly away, Namgung Dowi’s fingers bent strangely and grabbed the Black Dragon King’s shoulder.

Namgung Dowi gripped the Black Dragon King’s shoulder tightly and thrust his sword forward.

The Black Dragon King tried to pull back, but he couldn’t escape the sword. Namgung Dowi was too close.

Namgung Dowi’s sword slashed deeply into his chest.

He added a horizontal scar over the deep scar that Chung Myung had made at Plum Blossom Island.

“Ugh!”

Wrath filled the Black Dragon King’s eyes. Murderous intent exploded.

“Uaaaaaaah!”

The Black Dragon King twisted his shoulder violently, releasing energy.

Namgung Dowi’s body, which had been clinging on, was swung around like a flag.

“Die!”

The Black Dragon King slashed the glaive horizontally, trying to cut him in half!

But Namgung Dowi’s lips twisted.

Namgung Dowi’s Azure Sky Divine Sword roared. A pure white sword aura enveloped the sword.

A deafening crash!

This fight was more than just two men. It was a clash between the Demonic Sect’s Overlord Path and the Righteous Sects’ sword family.

The martial arts they had built up clashed head-on.

Namgung Dowi’s arm muscles burst. His insides shook, and his arm began to twist. The blood poured from his mouth like a waterfall.

He was paying the price for fighting the Black Dragon King’s strength.

But because of that price, Namgung Dowi was able to twist his body back towards the Black Dragon King.

Namgung Dowi slammed his shoulder into the Black Dragon King’s empty shoulder.

He gripped the Black Dragon King’s shoulder again with his left hand.

His face was covered in blood, and his eyes were filled with a blue-tinged venom. He was not the Namgung Dowi that the world knew.

The Black Dragon King felt his heart sink.

“Uaaaaaaah!”

“Someone like this…!”

If his arm were okay, he would have hit this bastard’s stomach many times.

But with only one arm, he couldn’t deal with the clinging Namgung Dowi while holding the glaive.

What was lost was lost. He couldn’t get it back.

He couldn’t control his anger.

“Noooooooom!”

The Black Dragon King screamed and struck Namgung Dowi’s side with his hand. He let go of the glaive.

Namgung Dowi’s ribs broke.

Namgung Dowi’s hand stayed on the Black Dragon King’s shoulder.

“Let go! You…!”

The Black Dragon King’s energy slammed into Namgung Dowi again.

He had let go of the glaive. Now, he was a martial artist. At this distance, he had an advantage over someone with a sword.

Namgung Dowi raised his sword.

It wasn’t easy to strike down with a sword when someone was so close.

But then…

Namgung Dowi’s sword spun in the air, aiming for the Black Dragon King’s neck like an arrow.

At the same time, Namgung Dowi gripped the middle of the sword blade.

“Jeok Sekwang.”

The Black Dragon King saw Namgung Dowi’s face, covered in blood, his mouth wide and his white teeth showing.

Before he could react, Namgung Dowi’s sword plunged into the Black Dragon King’s neck like an arrow.

The sword pierced the Black Dragon King’s skin and tore through flesh. The sword, carrying all of Namgung Dowi’s inner strength, tore through the Black Dragon King’s resistance and bit into his neck.

The Black Dragon King gripped the sword in his neck.

“Eueuh!”

The Black Dragon King’s panicked eyes met Namgung Dowi’s crazed eyes. A sword was between them.

It looked like the good and evil were reversed.

Anyone watching would know that the Black Dragon King, Jeok Sekwang, was being hunted.

The sound of the sword digging into flesh terrified the Black Dragon King.

But Namgung Dowi’s eyes were even more chilling. They shone coldly.

“Eueuh… Euaaaaaaaaah!”

The Black Dragon King yanked the sword out and threw it away.

Namgung Dowi’s body floated into the air and crashed to the ground.

“Hoo… Hoo! Hoo…”

The Black Dragon King gasped for breath, holding his neck. The sword had pierced his neck deeply.

If it had gone just a little further, he would have died. He, the Black Dragon King, had almost been killed by a young master of the Namgung Clan.

‘How…’

Blood poured from his neck.

The Black Dragon King lowered his hand and stared at the blood.

There was a red line on his hand. He had grabbed the sword, and it left a long scar. What if the sword had pierced his hand instead of his neck, and deeper?

The Black Dragon King’s chin trembled.

His terrified eyes turned to Namgung Dowi, who was lying on the ground.

He had fought many battles.

Most were with people who hated him, and the others were with people who wanted to take his power.

But no enemy was as tough as Namgung Dowi.

“You bastard…”

Namgung Dowi began to move slowly.

He struggled to push himself up. He raised his body, but he lost his balance and fell again.

The Black Dragon King watched in silence.

A chill crept up his spine.

“Heu…”

His face was covered in blood and dirt.

Namgung Dowi smiled and raised his body.

Blood flowed from his arm, and his skin was blackened. Many bones were broken.

Who could recognize his handsome face?

But one thing hadn’t changed.

Namgung Dowi’s gaze was fixed on the Black Dragon King.

“This…”

The Black Dragon King gritted his teeth.

“You crazy bastard…”

The Black Dragon King had won this fight. Namgung Dowi had left scars, but they weren’t fatal.

Namgung Dowi was badly injured. He could die at any moment.

The battle should have been over.

But both Namgung Dowi and the Black Dragon King knew that this fight was not over.

Namgung Dowi spoke.

“I’ve been curious before.”

He might have been talking to himself.

“Why you had to fight like that. Why you had to fight so desperately.”

The Black Dragon King’s face twisted.

“What are you talking about?”

“…I was foolish. I didn’t want to fight like that. I had no choice. If you’re weak, if you can’t afford to lose, that’s the only way.”

Namgung Dowi’s sword scraped against the ground as he raised it slowly.

He glared at the Black Dragon King like a beast.

He admired him. But he couldn’t understand him.

He thought he was different from other people. He thought he couldn’t understand him.

The Black Dragon King was strong, and Namgung Dowi was not.

But what about now?

“It’s different from back then.”

A blue murderous aura flowed from Namgung Dowi’s eyes.

Now he knew.

The Black Dragon King fought that way because he was weak. It was the sword of a weakling who had to fight a strong enemy.

So Namgung Dowi could do it too.

The current Namgung Dowi was weak, and he had to sink his fangs into the Black Dragon King’s neck.

“You’ll be bitten to death by a dog, Black Dragon King.”

Namgung Dowi laughed and limped towards the Black Dragon King.