Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 267

Gwak Hwan-so flinched, watching the Mount Hua disciples charging at them like madmen. He wondered, ‘Are these bastards really not thinking?’

This was the Shaolin Temple, a place sacred to all martial artists and the heart of the most powerful sect in the Jianghu.

He didn’t want to seem weak, so he got ready to fight. He thought Mount Hua probably didn’t want trouble here either.

But something was wrong.

He couldn’t sense any hesitation from the Mount Hua disciples.

As soon as Chung Myung gave the order, they charged like an army following a general’s command—no, they charged like wild boars, completely out of control and very aggressive.

“Don’t back down!” Gwak Hwan-so shouted, realizing it was impossible to retreat. He swallowed hard, watching the others rush at him with wild eyes.

The ones in front were especially fierce.

“Go! Older brother! Younger brother! Senior brother!” Someone shouted from behind as Baek Cheon, Yu Yiseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul charged towards the Hainan sect.

They didn’t have swords, but they were just as dangerous.

Yoon Jong nudged Baek Cheon’s shoulder as they ran towards Gwak Hwan-so.

“What!”

“I’ll take care of that bastard, older brother!”

“Baek Cheon is mine!” Yoon Jong said. “You should respect your elders!”

“Elders? There are no rules like that in Mount Hua when we fight!” Baek Cheon replied.

Baek Cheon pushed Yoon Jong and charged towards Gwak Hwan-so again.

‘Are these guys looking down on me?’ Gwak Hwan-so’s eyes burned with anger.

He was proud to be the best disciple of the second generation of the Hainan sect. He couldn’t stand the Mount Hua disciples arguing about who would fight him.

“I’ll kill you! You weakling!” Gwak Hwan-so shouted, his anger boiling over, and charged towards Baek Cheon.

Whoosh!

Gwak Hwan-so’s fist, filled with energy, flew towards Baek Cheon’s face.

It was a punch worthy of the Hainan name, the best of the Raging Wave Stance.

Even the best disciples from prestigious families wouldn’t easily face it head-on.

But Baek Cheon was not an ordinary opponent.

Baek Cheon lightly waved his hand at Gwak Hwan-so’s fist.

His soft arm brushed against Gwak Hwan-so’s wrist, deflecting the punch.

“Huh?”

Gwak Hwan-so’s fist was knocked aside with a simple movement.

‘What is this?’

He saw Baek Cheon twisting his waist back.

Baek Cheon’s body twisted and then snapped forward.

A strong fist shot through the air and slammed into Gwak Hwan-so’s lower jaw.

Thud!

The sound of the punch was surprisingly loud, like hitting a big drum.

Gwak Hwan-so couldn’t even scream as he was thrown backward. His body spun and crashed into the wall.

Bang!

The Hainan disciples stopped moving.

They slowly turned to Gwak Hwan-so, slumped against the wall.

‘What?’

‘What happened?’

They were shocked and embarrassed. They couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

“S-Senior brother?”

“H-He was knocked out in one hit?”

The Hainan disciples stared, wide-eyed, at Gwak Hwan-so, who was foaming at the mouth and shaking.

One blow.

A single blow.

‘How could our great senior brother lose consciousness in one blow?’

If the opponent was a Shaolin disciple who specialized in fist techniques, they might understand.

But to be defeated in one blow by a disciple from a sword sect, especially Mount Hua?

Baek Cheon clicked his tongue, watching the Hainan disciples who couldn’t accept what had happened.

“Why are you throwing punches in front of me? I’ve been punched a thousand times.”

He was sad that he was hit, not that he hit others.

Yoon Jong whispered with an unhappy face.

“Older brother, that’s not something to be proud of.”

Especially when you were beaten by your younger brother.

Baek Cheon cleared his throat and gestured towards the Hainan sect.

“No need for long words! Attack them all!”

“Understood!”

The Mount Hua disciples, feeling confident because they were winning, charged at the Hainan sect disciples.

The Hainan sect disciples were still shocked from seeing Gwak Hwan-so defeated in one blow.

“Aaaaargh!”

The Mount Hua disciples, with their strong muscles, pushed forward.

“You bastards!”

“Say that again, you bastards!”

The Mount Hua disciples were used to being ignored. It was a normal part of their lives.

If others had seen the Mount Hua disciples training for the past six months, they would have been grateful for their own lives.

So, they had stopped getting angry about being ignored.

But it was different when Mount Hua was being ignored.

“I didn’t like you guys anyway.”

“What? The Nine Great Sects? Since when did the Hainan bastards ignore Mount Hua as one of the Nine Great Sects?”

The anger that had been hidden deep inside them, the anger of being kicked out of the Nine Great Sects, was now bursting out.

Jo Gul grabbed the face of the Hainan disciple in front of him and slammed it on the floor.

Thud!

“Guh!”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Jo Gul happily pounded the man’s head on the floor and looked around for his next target.

“You!”

Just as Jo Gul was about to punch his new target, Yoon Jong appeared and kicked the man’s jaw.

Crack.

“Krrk…”

Jo Gul glared at Yoon Jong as the Hainan disciple fell to the floor.

“No, I was going to beat him up! Senior brother!”

But Yoon Jong ignored Jo Gul and charged towards the next Hainan disciple like a beast.

“Gasp!”

When the Hainan disciple saw Yoon Jong running at him, he gulped.

Yoon Jong, who seemed like a calm and polite Taoist, now looked at them with cold eyes. People were surprised.

“H-How is this possible?”

“What?”

“You, aren’t you supposed to be a Sword Sect?”

Sword Sect.

A term referring to a sect that primarily uses swords.

People are good at some things and not others. So, most fighters focus on one main weapon.

But the Hwasan people were very good at fighting without weapons. It didn’t seem right.

He thought, ‘Wait…’ Didn’t their bodies look like they were made for fighting with their bare hands? They had wide shoulders and strong arms. This made him even more suspicious.

“So what?”

Yoon Jong smirked and slowly approached the Hainan disciple.

“You should have just drawn your sword. When it comes to brawling with our bare hands, we’re second to none in the world.”

They had trained very hard because of one person. They had done crazy things like climbing very high cliffs without ropes. After that kind of training, you become very tough.

“T-This is a scam…”

“Then complain to someone else, kid!” Yoon Jong kicked the man’s legs, making him fall. Then, Yoon Jong jumped on top of him and started punching him hard.

Jo Gul smiled, happy with what he saw.

‘Our Senior Brother fights really well,’ He thought. ‘And he’s supposed to be a Taoist… This is funny.’

He glanced around.

It wasn’t just Yoon Jong. The Hwasan disciples were easily beating the Hainan disciples.

First, Baek Cheon hit Kwak Hwan-so once and beat him easily. Baek Cheon took control of the fight right away. Second, even though the Hainan disciples were from a famous group, they didn’t know how to fight like this.

“Experience is important! You bad guys!” The Hwasan disciples remembered getting thrown off cliffs many times just for trying to punch Chung Myung!

Amidst the chaos, a few individuals stood out.

First and foremost, of course, was Baek Cheon.

“Dare you insult Hwasan? Come here. I’m telling you nicely, come here, you bastards.”

Baek Cheon was very angry. He hit anyone who came near him.

Baek Cheon was one of those who suffered the most under Chung Myung in Hwasan. He hated Chung Myung as much as anyone, but…

People say you become like the person you hate. It was almost like Baek Cheon was becoming like Chung Myung, but taller and better looking.

Jo Gul couldn’t watch anymore and looked away.

But then he saw something even worse.

Crack!

Yoo Iseol kicked perfectly. Jo Gul watched and shivered, closing his eyes tight.

“Keeeugh…”

The Hainan disciple fell, holding his groin, making a sad, crying sound. Spit bubbled at his mouth, and his body shook on the ground. Jo Gul felt very sorry for him.

Yoo Iseol showed no feelings. She just looked around for the next person to fight.

‘She’s… very angry.’

Well, yes.

When it came to affection for Hwasan, Yoo Iseol was among the most ardent of the disciples, wasn’t she?

For such a person to hear Hwasan being insulted to her face… this situation was practically their own doing.

“How dare you, woman!”

“What?”

Yoo Iseol kicked the man hard in the stomach when he ran at her.

She grabbed the hair of the man, who was now bent over in pain. She punched him in the face again and again. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Jo Gul turned his head away again.

‘Sorry, guys.’

I should have told you beforehand that the most violent person in Hwasan was her.

Woman?

In Hwasan, everyone is trained to be strong, whether they are men or women.

And there was one more person putting on a surprisingly good show.

“You Hainan hicks!”

Tang Soso jumped on a Hainan disciple she had knocked to the ground and began to swing her fists.

Wham!

“Who told you to open your trap!”

Wham!

“You really want to die, don’t you!”

Each punch landed with a satisfying thud, the rotation of her waist hinting at the power behind those blows.

Chung Myung’s training for six months changed Tang Soso a lot. She used to be a graceful fighter who threw knives. Now, she was a strong Hwasan fighter who punched very hard.

“Die! Die!”

Ah, of course, her personality seemed to have changed a bit too.

Jo Gul smiled faintly.

‘Nothing for me to do.’

Just because they didn’t stand out didn’t mean they were weak. Everyone was easily beating their opponents and throwing them to the ground.

As a result, Hainan, with nearly twice the numbers, was being unilaterally beaten by Hwasan.

And the person who had created this spectacle was…

“Good, good! That’s right! Use your waist! No, hit his head there! What have you learned? Tsk.”

He was shouting advice loudly from behind. He was squatting down and yelling, like he was about to eat some meat.

“Aaaargh!”

“Fall back! These bastards are crazy!”

“Call people! Call people now!”

The Hainan disciples were completely beaten and ran away in confusion. But the Hwasan disciples chased them like hungry dogs.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

“Come here, you little bastard! You’re not coming? You’ll get beaten more if you get caught running away!”

And they began to encircle the fleeing Hainan disciples.

As the encirclement tightened, the faces of the Hainan disciples turned pale.

“Keep going. You haven’t been punished enough for your words yet.”

“What did you say about us being kicked out of the top nine groups? Say it again if you dare!”

The Hainan disciples were very scared. They stood close together in the middle, not knowing what to do. They couldn’t believe it.

‘How is this happening?’

They were from the Hainan Sect, one of the top groups! But Hwasan, which wasn’t even a top group anymore, was beating them easily.

It felt like a dream.

But Hwasan was getting closer, and they felt their cold anger. This was real.

“W-What do we do?”

“…Why are you asking me?”

The Hwasan disciples, who looked like bandits at a glance, grinned, baring their teeth.

Just as the Hainan disciples closed their eyes, not knowing what to do next…

“What are you doing?!” A loud shout came, and monks in yellow robes appeared.