Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 377

“Did I win?”

The Mount Hua disciples, including Yoon Jong, stared in shock, their eyes wide as if an earthquake had just hit.

There were times during the fight when Baek Cheon was pushed back again and again. The disciples’ hearts ached watching him, worried he would lose.

“Oh my… He beat the Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong!” one disciple exclaimed.

“Ha… Haha. This is really unbelievable,” another said, shaking his head.

Everyone was overwhelmed, their hearts pounding with excitement.

Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong, was the leader of the Red Death Squad from the Myriad Man Manor. He was a famous swordsman known throughout Jianghu.

Baek Cheon had defeated this famous figure. This was more significant than beating a rising star like Jin Geum-ryong.

Of course, Chung Myung and Hae Yeon were different, but even rising stars who became well-known were not seen as true masters in the Murim world.

But now, Baek Cheon had risen above the level of a rising star. By defeating Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong, he proved himself to be a true master of Jianghu.

This was such an amazing achievement that the Mount Hua disciples, who usually rushed to Baek Cheon after he won a fight, now hesitated to even move closer to him.

“Heh…” Hyun Young sighed happily.

His eyes were already watery with pride. “Hehehe… Baek Cheon… Baek Cheon defeated the Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong…” His voice trembled with emotion.

While everyone was full of feeling, only one person didn’t seem impressed.

“What’s so great about that?” Chung Myung asked.

“How can you say that? He defeated Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong!” a disciple replied, surprised.

“That’s just how it is,” Chung Myung said with a shrug.

“Huh?”

Chung Myung shrugged. “Just beating one famous guy doesn’t make you the best forever. Lots of people become famous for one fight, then disappear.”

“Hmm. Does that mean Baek Cheon’s fame will spread everywhere?”

“Huh? Is that how it works?”

Chung Myung looked at Baek Cheon, his eyes showing he wasn’t happy. Baek Cheon seemed to notice his gaze and walked towards them, puffing out his chest like he was very proud. Chung Myung rolled his eyes, feeling annoyed.

“I won,” Baek Cheon said.

“……”

A grumpy look appeared on Chung Myung’s face.

“You almost died, didn’t you?” he asked.

“But I didn’t die,” Baek Cheon replied.

“And you broke your sword?” Chung Myung pointed out.

“It’s just a sword,” Baek Cheon said, shrugging. “I can get another.”

“……If he wasn’t so careless, you wouldn’t have stood a chance, right?” Chung Myung said.

“Isn’t using someone’s carelessness also a skill?” Baek Cheon countered.

Chung Myung’s cheek twitched.

He couldn’t really argue anymore. Red Death God, Yeop Pyeong, was stronger than Baek Cheon. Baek Cheon had defeated him, so what could Chung Myung complain about?

Carelessness? That was no excuse. Using the opponent’s mistakes was a skill, and being careless was a mistake. In a fight to the death, the loser couldn’t make excuses.

“Kkeueueung,” Chung Myung groaned.

Hyun Young smiled happily and patted Baek Cheon’s shoulder. “You’ve worked hard,” he said.

“No, Elder. I was too excited and looked bad. I will try to do better,” Baek Cheon replied.

“Yes, yes.” Hyun Young patted Baek Cheon’s shoulder again and again, very pleased.

But then, suddenly…

Whoosh!

A sword shot through the air with a red glow, flying towards Baek Cheon’s back.

“Oh!”

Feeling the dangerous energy behind him, Baek Cheon turned around in shock.

“Seriously.”

Clang!

The greatsword, glowing with a deep crimson aura, was blocked by Chung Myung’s sword (using its scabbard). It thudded heavily to the floor, the red glow fading.

Baek Cheon’s face turned white.

Yeop Pyeong, who they thought was unconscious, had woken up and thrown his sword at Baek Cheon’s back.

‘This…’

If Baek Cheon had been alone, the sword would have pierced his back.

“Tsk, tsk. You should have finished him off completely,” Chung Myung said, shaking his head.

“……”

“Tch.”

Chung Myung shook his head a few times, looking unhappy. Then, with his sword in hand, he walked towards Yeop Pyeong.

“Do you know why they call the Demonic Sect the Demonic Sect?” he asked.

“……”

“It’s because they don’t care how they achieve their goals. They will do anything.”

Chung Myung didn’t look back, but Baek Cheon nodded as if he could see him.

“Many people have died after being careless around the Demonic Sect while making deals. So, either don’t get involved with them at all, or…”

Swoosh.

Chung Myung drew his sword.

“…completely eliminate them so they can never cause trouble again.”

His voice was chilling.

It wasn’t a joke.

Chung Myung sometimes showed this strange seriousness and coldness. Whenever he did, Baek Cheon felt a chill.

“S, stop him!” someone shouted.

“Protect the Lord!” others yelled.

The Red Death Squad members, realizing the danger, rushed to stand between Chung Myung and Yeop Pyeong.

But Chung Myung only looked at them with cold eyes.

“Y, you bastard!” one of them shouted.

“Step back!” another yelled.

The Red Death Squad members threatened Chung Myung, their faces angry. But they were more afraid than hostile. They knew they would be punished by the Myriad Man Manor if they returned without their leader.

Even as they drew their swords and yelled, Chung Myung didn’t slow down. The Red Death Squad members hesitated, backing away from his calm and steady walk.

“Eek!”

One of them, full of anger, screamed and charged forward.

“If you come any closer, I’ll cut your neck…” he threatened.

Snikt.

“……”

Blood sprayed from his neck.

He stared at the blood gushing from his half-cut neck, then tried to cover the wound with his hands.

Plop.

He fell to his knees, holding his neck with both hands. He knew he would die if he took his hands away.

“Hoo! Hoo!” he gasped.

He couldn’t feel the pain, or rather, there was no time to feel it. He was between life and death.

Thud. Thud.

Chung Myung walked past him without any emotion.

“If it were the old days…” he said, frowning.

“You would have all been dead before you could even speak.”

“……”

“But I can’t live like I used to. I’ll give you a chance. Those who block me die. Those who step aside live.”

His voice was cold and empty.

“Simple, isn’t it?”

“……”

“So, decide. Do you want to die, or live?”

The Red Shadow members’ eyes darted nervously. They looked at Chung Myung, then at the body lying still on the dusty ground.

He had already shown them he wasn’t joking. His threat was real.

“I… I didn’t even see it,” one of them whispered, his voice shaky.

No one there had actually seen Chung Myung cut the first Red Shadow member’s neck. They had just seen a flash of white, like a streak of light, and then blood burst out like a fountain.

This meant something terrible: none of them could block even one attack from Chung Myung. His strike was too fast, too deadly.

Besides.

Even people who were used to danger knew how deadly Chung Myung’s attack was.

Gulp.

The sound of dry swallowing could be heard here and there.

Most people can’t easily swing a sword at someone’s neck.

The neck is a weak spot where people can die easily. To aim a sword there with real purpose needs someone to be very ruthless and ready to kill.

Therefore, most people, no matter how skilled they are with a sword, won’t aim for the neck when there are other, safer places to attack.

But this young whelp had swung his sword at a person’s neck without any hesitation.

That meant…

‘He’s used to killing.’

That kind of person could kill everyone without batting an eye.

It was hard to believe a young Mount Hua student could be like this. But this wasn’t the time to think about it too much.

“Th-that…”

Chung Myung, seeing the Red Shadow members confused and scared, decided to hurry things along.

Not with words, but with his sword.

Snikt. Snikt.

“Guh!”

“Ugh!”

The Red Shadow members at the front, who had been watching Chung Myung approach in awkward stances, clutched at their necks and fell to the ground.

And.

In the end, the remaining Red Shadow members lost their courage and strength to fight back.

“Eek!”

“Oh, no.”

Most of those blocking the path stepped back, stumbling, and finally opened the way.

Of course, some still had their pride and kept a nervous distance. But even they didn’t dare to block Chung Myung’s path properly.

Thud. Thud.

It was a strange sight.

The Red Shadow of the Myriad Man Manor, holding their swords in a threatening way, made a path. The young swordsman in the Mount Hua uniform walked calmly through it.

Where else in the world could you see such a thing?

While Chung Myung didn’t seem bothered, the Mount Hua disciples watching were very worried.

Just then, one of the Red Shadow members, who had been glaring at Chung Myung’s back, quietly and quickly attacked him from behind.

The large sword looked like it would cut Chung Myung in half.

But.

Clang!

The sword hit Chung Myung’s sword and was easily pushed aside.

And.

Snikt.

The one whose neck was cut fell to the ground.

… ….

The Red Shadow members’ eyes were now full of terror.

Not just once, but four times.

Four times he had cut the same spot with a single strike.

It was impossible to understand how much better his skill had to be to do that. Even Red Shadow’s Yeop Pyeong would find it hard to do the same.

“No more?”

… ….

“If anyone else wants to try, come forward now. You might live if you do it now. But I won’t forgive anyone who attacks from behind. You saw what happened just now.”

… ….

Those words completely destroyed the Red Shadow members’ will to fight.

Their eyes, half-dead, looked away from Chung Myung and they lowered their heads.

Chung Myung looked at them and then stared at Yeop Pyeong, who was lying on the ground.

“Huff… Huff!”

Yeop Pyeong, who had hurt his waist and couldn’t stand up, trembled as he watched Chung Myung come closer.

It was clear to see.

Baek Cheon was, after all, from one of the good groups. He couldn’t easily kill someone.

If he had used a little more strength, Yeop Pyeong’s waist would have been completely broken. But he only attacked enough for him to recover. That was obvious, wasn’t it?

But this one was different.

‘How can someone from a good group be like this…’

Unless Mount Hua was training assassins, how could that young whelp give off such a feeling?

This was something only people who had seen a lot of blood had, like demons…

Thud.

Finally, Chung Myung’s foot stopped right in front of Yeop Pyeong’s face.

“You… what are you going to do to me…?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

Chung Myung stroked his chin, humming.

“In the past, I wouldn’t have thought twice, but now I have to consider many things. Before, someone else would clean up after me when I did what I wanted, but now I have to clean up myself.”

Yeop Pyeong didn’t understand what Chung Myung was saying.

He didn’t need to understand. There was only one thing he needed to say.

“S-spare me!”

“I said I’m thinking about it.”

“If you spare me, I…”

Thwack!

Chung Myung’s foot slammed into Yeop Pyeong’s mouth, who was trying to say something.

“Aaaargh!”

A scream came out. Broken teeth fell out of Yeop Pyeong’s mouth.

Chung Myung said without emotion.

“Shut up and wait. I’m thinking about it.”

“…Keuh…”

“Actually, there’s not much to think about. You guys came here to kill people, and if we had lost, you would have cut off our heads and hung them in front of the gate.”

… ….

“In that situation, if we had begged you to spare us, what would you have done?”

“G-Guh-Guh…”

Yeop Pyeong looked up at Chung Myung with desperate eyes. Seeing those eyes, Chung Myung nodded as if he had decided.

“Let’s do this.”

Thud!

Chung Myung kicked Yeop Pyeong over. And without a moment’s hesitation, he swung his sword.

Snikt. Snikt. Snikt. Snikt.

With a chilling sound, Chung Myung’s sword cut the tendons in Yeop Pyeong’s wrists and ankles. And…

Stab!

Finally, he stabbed Yeop Pyeong’s dantian.

“You get what you deserve. If you’ve been good to people, you might live with care even if you can’t use your arms and legs and have lost your martial arts. But if you haven’t…”

Chung Myung shrugged.

“That’s none of my business.”

Swish.

Chung Myung lightly flicked his sword, scattering blood on the floor, and then put it back in its scabbard.

And he turned away without any regrets.

“Go back and tell your leaders.”

… ….

None of the Red Shadow dared to look him in the eye.

“If you come to Shaanxi again, you’ll have to face me and Mount Hua.”

Chung Myung walked calmly through the Red Shadow members and said without looking back.

“Get lost. Before I kill you all.”

At that cold voice, the Red Shadow of the Myriad Man Manor all closed their eyes.