Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 375

Yoon Jong subtly glanced at Chung Myung.

“Sahyung, doesn’t Chung Myung seem angry?”

Jo Gul tilted his head, studying Chung Myung.

“Isn’t he just the usual Chung Myung?”

“He is, but… something’s off.”

Yoon Jong frowned. ‘The usual Chung Myung, huh…’

Certainly, his tone and confident stance were no different. But Yoon Jong sensed a subtle anger simmering within Chung Myung.

His gaze shifted to Yeop Pyeong of the Crimson Snake, standing before Chung Myung, and the Crimson Snake member lying dead at his feet.

‘Is this what the Demonic Sect is like?’ It wasn’t his first time seeing death.

But this wasn’t just a simple death. He had never imagined someone would kill their own subordinate with their own hands.

“That dog-like bastard.”

“Is that something a human being should do?” A thick anger emanated from the Mount Hua disciples.

The Demonic Sect, which they had only heard rumors about, was said to be a group of inhuman deviants. That vague description became clear when they saw Yeop Pyeong of the Crimson Snake.

They understood how dangerous they were and why they were not accepted by others. Apart from strength and weakness, there was a chilling feeling that anyone would feel. That coldness made everyone’s skin crawl.

“This bastard…” A chilling blue aura flickered in Yeop Pyeong’s eyes.

The carefree look he had just shown was gone. This figure, holding a sword and exuding a cold murderous intent, was the true form of Yeop Pyeong that the world spoke of.

“Cut your neck off?” Yeop Pyeong savored Chung Myung’s words and smiled, a smile like a beast threatening a small animal.

But Chung Myung was calm.

“I’m telling you, I’ll cut it off nicely.”

“Ha…” Yeop Pyeong glared at Chung Myung with eyes like freshly sharpened blades, then raised his sword. “I won’t kill you.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll let you die only after you’ve watched all of your fellow disciples have their necks cut off by my sword.”

“Ha…” Chung Myung sighed deeply.

“Those Demonic Sect bastards never change, no matter how much time passes. Hey, come at me. Don’t just flap your gums.”

“You little…”

“No, forget it. I’ll go. This bastard talks too much!” Chung Myung drew his sword and was about to rush forward.

Thud.

Someone grabbed his shoulder firmly from behind.

“Huh? Why, Sasook?” Chung Myung turned to see Baek Cheon, his face stiff.

“I’ll go.”

“…Huh?”

Baek Cheon’s brow was deeply furrowed. “I’m going to catch that bastard.”

Chung Myung looked at Baek Cheon strangely. “Let me do it.”

“Why are you so angry?”

“Can you even say that after seeing what happened?” Great rage was evident on Baek Cheon’s face. He had seen Baek Cheon angry before, but never this clearly.

‘Well, yes.’ Although Chung Myung was leading the Mount Hua disciples, Baek Cheon managed and trained them.

The role that Un Geom had played had almost completely passed to Baek Cheon. Therefore, Baek Cheon would have found it difficult to tolerate Yeop Pyeong killing his own subordinate, making his anger understandable.

“It’s dangerous, though?”

“If you’re holding a sword, it’s obvious that it’s dangerous.”

“…He’s also quite strong.”

“I know.” Baek Cheon looked straight at Chung Myung with determined eyes. “So, are you saying that I can’t handle that guy right now?”

“Well…” It was a bit subtle, but, well…

“Then that’s enough.”

“Huh?”

“If you’re hesitating, it means there’s a possibility, right? I don’t intend to only fight opponents that I’m sure to win against. I’ll do it.”

No, why is he being so violent all of a sudden? Is he going through puberty?

While Chung Myung hesitated, Baek Cheon stepped forward. Chung Myung quickly tripped him.

“Oof!” Baek Cheon almost fell.

He looked at Chung Myung with a face that seemed to protest. ‘What are you doing?’

Chung Myung smiled slyly. “Relax.”

“…”

“If you’re showing off how angry you are and your shoulders are all tense, you won’t be able to beat someone you could have beaten. What did you tell the kids earlier?”

“…Lower your stance.”

“That’s right.” Baek Cheon nodded slowly and took a few deep breaths. Soon his expression softened. Chung Myung gave one last piece of advice.

“You could really die, you know.”

“So?”

“If possible, I’d rather you didn’t…”

“‘If possible’ means it’s okay to do it, right.”

“Ugh.” Chung Myung sighed deeply.

I’d rather he just threw a tantrum so I could beat him up. Now that he’s older, he’s bringing logic to argue with me point by point. I can’t exactly smack him around in front of the Demonic Sect bastards!

In the end, Chung Myung raised both hands. “…I’ll kill you if you get hurt.”

“Alright.” Baek Cheon glanced at him and stepped forward, facing Yeop Pyeong with his sword.

Meanwhile, the Mount Hua disciples watched the scene, horrified.

“What, what is it! Is Sasook fighting?”

“Watch. Sahyung will win.” Yoo Iseol clenched her fist slightly, her gaze fixed on Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon was unaware of the commotion behind him. All his nerves were focused on Yeop Pyeong.

‘He’s strong.’ Frankly, he was terrifying.

When he faced Jin Geum-ryong, he couldn’t help but shrink back because of their relationship. But now, his heart was pounding solely because of the opponent’s martial prowess.

Nevertheless, Yeop Pyeong muttered as he watched Baek Cheon, who did not back down. “These youngsters don’t know the martial world very well.”

“…No. It’s a problem because we know it too well.”

“Hmm?” Baek Cheon raised his sword and aimed it at Yeop Pyeong.

“If I get scared of the likes of you here, I’ll be following someone else’s tail for the rest of my life. I’m not going to do that.”

He fixed his stance and glanced back at Chung Myung. Seeing his nonchalant face, his tense heart gradually relaxed.

‘I’m not following. I’m catching up.’

Even if it’s a distant and far-off thing, close to a pipe dream, if you give up, that possibility disappears.

Baek Cheon had no intention of simply following the smooth path that Chung Myung had built.

“If we have to open a path, we open it together. If we have to get rained on, we get rained on together. That’s what fellow disciples are for.”

“…What are you babbling about, you little brat?”

“That’s why.” Baek Cheon bared his teeth. “Come at me. I need to easily surpass the likes of you and close the distance.”

Yeop Pyeong felt his anger rising. He had faced countless opponents, but never had anyone disregarded him this much.

Not even experts who were making a name for themselves in the martial world, but these late-rising juniors dared to look down on him.

“Alright! Let’s see if you can still talk like that after your limbs are torn off!” Yeop Pyeong roared and rushed towards Baek Cheon.

BOOM! Each step cracked the dusty stone floor like a spiderweb, the force of his anger shaking the ground.

He moved like a lightning bolt.

And a strike! The heavy sword, a dark streak in the air, crashed down towards Baek Cheon.

It seemed impossible to block that heavy sword strike with a thin sword.

But even as he watched the sword falling, Baek Cheon’s eyes did not waver. Instead, he stretched one foot forward and thrust his sword.

A perfect stance. An unwavering sword tip. He didn’t even look at the falling sword and instead thrust his sword towards Yeop Pyeong’s neck.

“What!” Yeop Pyeong, momentarily surprised, cried out.

If he swung his sword down, he could cut that pale-faced guy in half, but his neck would also be pierced.

‘This crazy bastard!’ He twisted his body in horror.

The sword cut through the air, but the sword stabbing at his neck narrowly grazed past.

The result was a draw, but one person’s stance was disrupted, and the other’s was intact.

That difference created another result.

Swish! Baek Cheon, who retrieved his sword at the speed of light, continued to stab at Yeop Pyeong, who had twisted his body. The sword shadows, multiplied to more than ten, attacked Yeop Pyeong’s entire body.

“Tch!” Yeop Pyeong swung his sword wildly to deflect the incoming sword shadows.

But a sword strike from an incomplete stance could not exert its full power. He deflected most of the sword shadows, but he couldn’t block one that grazed his thigh.

Slash.

With a chilling sound, the outside of Yeop Pyeong’s thigh was cut open, and blood splattered on the floor like ink.

Crack!

Yeop Pyeong pulled back and planted his sword to regain his stance.

As he slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot and distorted like a fierce demon.

“I’ll kill you!” It was a roar that could shake Seoan.

Soon, Yeop Pyeong emitted a terrifying aura that Baek Cheon had never experienced and flew towards him like an arrow.