Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 196

Chung Myung stared at Tang Gunak’s sleeves. They looked like they were about to explode. He knew what was hidden there: Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives and the Twelve Flying Blades. Famous weapons. Chung Myung understood better than anyone how dangerous they were together. He remembered the stories – how many evil Demonic Cultists had fallen to those knives? Now, those same Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives, which had once been a powerful ally, were pointed right at *him*.

‘Of course, it’s not even comparable.’

This style of throwing knives was created by Dangbo, also known as the Dark Lord. He was a master. The level of mastery he had reached in flying knives was unmatched throughout the history of the Dang family.

So, it was the Dark Lord.

But now, Chung Myung faced Tang Gunak, the Poison King. He might be able to use all of the Dang family’s martial arts, but Tang Gunak’s main strength wasn’t throwing knives like the Dark Lord.

The problem was that the current Chung Myung was also on a level incomparable to the Chung Myung of the past.

Compared to how much Chung Myung himself had changed, the difference between the two knife styles was small.

‘If I’m not careful, I could really die.’ Sweat dripped down Chung Myung’s face. *I could really die if I’m not careful*, he thought.

The biggest problem with flying knives was that once a knife was thrown, it was hard to get back.

In other words, even if Tang Gunak didn’t want to kill Chung Myung, he might accidentally cut Chung Myung’s head off.

“Hooo.”

Chung Myung took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his sword.

And then!

Fwoosh!

With a sharp tearing sound, three Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives flew out.

One went straight ahead, and the other two spun wildly to the left and right.

The spinning knives were much faster than the one flying straight. So, all three reached Chung Myung at almost the same time.

“Taat!”

Chung Myung shouted and pushed his sword forward.

It trembled.

The tip of Chung Myung’s sword shook slightly. Soon, his sword began to shake more and more, blurring into a silver shield that covered the sky.

“A sword barrier?”

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The three Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives couldn’t break through Chung Myung’s sword barrier and were knocked away.

Tang Gunak reached out to grab the Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives and threw them again right away.

This time, five knives!

Kwaaaaaah!

The five flying knives rushed at Chung Myung at different speeds. They were slower than the first three, but much stronger.

Clang!

“Ugh!”

The first knife hit Chung Myung’s sword barrier. It felt like his wrist would break.

Clang!

The second knife pushed the sword barrier back. This time, his insides shook.

Claaang!

The third knife made a big hole in Chung Myung’s sword barrier.

Claaaang!

The fourth knife destroyed the sword barrier completely.

Screeeee!

The fifth knife shot towards Chung Myung, ready to cut his stomach open.

“Kuk!”

Chung Myung raised his sword again.

A small flower bud appeared at the tip of his sword.

Plum blossoms.

Dozens of plum blossoms exploded outwards, a sudden pink cloud that tangled around the deadly knives.

“Yielding Softness Overcoming Strength?”

Tang Gunak looked surprised.

But no matter what he felt, he moved to find the best attack.

Fwaaaang!

Before Chung Myung could stop the fifth Soul-Reaping Throwing Knife, another knife flew from Tang Gunak’s hand.

This knife didn’t have any special power.

It was just incredibly fast.

The knife disappeared for a moment, as if cutting through space, and then appeared right in front of Chung Myung.

Even Chung Myung was horrified.

“Aaaaargh!”

Chung Myung twisted his body desperately.

Saaah.

The Soul-Reaping Throwing Knife cut Chung Myung’s chest. And the fifth Soul-Reaping Throwing Knife, which he hadn’t stopped, cut deeply into Chung Myung’s thigh.

Thud!

Chung Myung spun in the air and landed on the ground. He quickly pressed hard on the wound in his leg to stop the bleeding.

Of course, he wouldn’t die from this. But losing a lot of blood would make him weaker, and that would make it harder to focus.

Chung Myung, who had fought for so long, knew that stopping injuries was the best way to stay alive.

“…Dodged it?”

Tang Gunak stared at Chung Myung, confused.

He could understand blocking the Five Thunderbolts Continuous Strike.

But the Lightning Strike to Seize Life was a technique that no junior should be able to dodge.

Yet, this Mount Hua disciple had dodged the perfectly executed Lightning Strike to Seize Life.

‘He even uses softness in his sword? A Mount Hua disciple?’

That meant his sword wasn’t limited by Mount Hua’s teachings.

Someone like that would become strong.

No…

That child was already strong.

“Four moves.”

While Tang Gunak was still shocked, Chung Myung stood up straight and glared back at him.

“Six moves left.”

“…”

Tang Gunak moved his hand forward slightly.

As he pulled his hand back, as if grabbing the air, the Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives on the ground flew back into Tang Gunak’s sleeve.

“Hmm.”

Tang Gunak gently stroked the eleven knives in his sleeve and then groaned.

He had one worry.

‘Six moves.’

It wasn’t that he was worried about not catching Chung Myung in six moves.

‘If this fight was to show that he was the best of the next generation, then that kid has already done it.’

A talent that seemed endless.

He couldn’t imagine anyone else that age beating Chung Myung. He would probably be known as the best swordsman in the world, better than the best swordsman of Mount Hua, soon.

But…

Strangely, he wasn’t satisfied.

‘I want to see it.’

He wanted to know where the end was.

What was hidden at the bottom of that monster who seemed to have no limits.

Even if it meant killing the best of the next generation with his own hands.

Click!

The Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives made a chilling sound again.

‘I don’t care!’

Tang Gunak’s desire as a martial artist was stronger than his duty as the head of the Dang family.

Fwaaaang!

Three knives flew out.

Chung Myung’s face hardened as he watched the knives.

‘Here it comes!’

Taat!

He kicked off the ground.

Chung Myung charged towards the Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives.

The closer he got, the stronger the knives would be. What was thrown would lose power as it flew!

But he couldn’t win by running away!

This was Tang Gunak’s area.

Chung Myung’s sword wouldn’t reach Tang Gunak.

Even though this was just a test, Chung Myung wouldn’t try to win without risking his life!

He moved forward, even though it was dangerous.

What he needed was in front, not behind!

Claaang! Clang! Claaang!

Chung Myung’s sword knocked the three knives into the air.

Each time he hit a knife, his wrist felt like it would break. Chung Myung’s inner strength wasn’t strong enough to handle the Poison King’s power.

Even so!

‘Endure!’

He just had to hold on until the fight was over.

Who cared what happened after that!

‘Five moves!’

Tap tap tap!

Chung Myung kicked off the ground and got closer to Tang Gunak.

“Hmm!”

Tang Gunak roared as if excited and swung his sleeve wide.

Fwaaaang!

At the same time, seven knives flew out, forming the Seven Stars Formation.

Chung Myung’s eyes widened.

‘Soul-Snatching Seven Stars!’

That was Dangbo’s special move!

If he gathered all the Demonic Cultists who had died from this strange and deadly technique, he could build a small mountain.

“Haaaap!”

Chung Myung roared again and threw himself at the seven flying knives.

If he ran, it was over.

Soul-Snatching Seven Stars was seven knives that stole souls.

If he ran, he would be caught in the changes and eventually have his neck cut!

Chung Myung lifted his body slightly and cleverly moved between the knives, kicking off the air.

“Huh?”

Tang Gunak sounded surprised for the first time.

‘I’ve seen it enough to be sick of it!’

If he hadn’t known Dangbo, he would never have broken through like this. But Chung Myung knew this technique as well as he knew the Mount Hua sword techniques.

Seven knives cut Chung Myung.

Slice!

Saaah!

His left arm, his side, and his right ankle were cut at the same time, and blood sprayed into the air. But Chung Myung didn’t look back and charged towards Tang Gunak.

‘Six moves!’

Tang Gunak’s face became serious again.

He used a skill to pull back the Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives with his right hand. At the same time, he threw five Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives with his left hand.

Kwaaaaaah!

The Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives spun incredibly fast, creating a powerful aura.

Dang Zhan had used this technique in his fight with Jo Gul.

But these Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives were much stronger.

It was like the same technique could be completely different depending on who used it. Tang Gunak’s Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives were much better than Dang Zhan’s.

‘I can’t dodge this!’

Chung Myung gritted his teeth.

The power of the five flying knives was already tearing his body apart.

If he tried to dodge, he would be caught in that aura and be torn to pieces.

Whack!

Chung Myung’s plum blossom sword lashed out like a whip.

At the same time, plum blossoms began to bloom.

One blossom.

Two blossoms.

The plum blossoms grew quickly and soon covered the world.

‘This is?’

Tang Gunak looked astonished.

Plum blossoms.

It was as if the whole world was covered in plum blossoms.

The world dissolved into a sea of plum blossoms, petals swirling like pink snow, endless and disorienting.

Kwaaaaaah!

The spinning Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives crashed into the sea of plum blossoms.

They had great power and energy.

But the sea took everything in.

Tang Gunak’s Soul-Reaping Throwing Knives couldn’t break through the sea of plum blossoms and fell to the ground.

And Chung Myung flew through that sea of plum blossoms towards Tang Gunak.

Blood came out of Chung Myung’s mouth.

It was the price he paid for taking Tang Gunak’s power while using his sword.

‘Seven moves!’

Chung Myung swallowed the blood and glared.

Fwaaaang!

Tang Gunak saw the small opening Chung Myung had made.

A knife flew towards Chung Myung quickly.

‘I’ve seen this before!’

Chung Myung used his speed to swing his sword and hit the knife away.

Clang!

And then.

Chung Myung’s eyes widened.

Another knife appeared right in front of his face. He had hit it away, but another knife was flying at him as if nothing had happened.

‘Too late…

There’s no time to react.’

“Aaaaargh!”

“Chung Myungaah!”

His friends must have seen what was happening. They screamed.

Thwack!

The knife went right into Chung Myung’s face.

Chung Myung fell to the ground like a broken kite.