Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 395

“Cheo, Chung Myung!” someone yelled.

“Chung Myung! Chung Myung!” others cried out.

The fighting had stopped, and a thick silence fell. Then, from different places, the voices of the Hwasan warriors suddenly burst out.

“Cheo, Chung Myung, you crazy rascal!” one shouted, relief and joy in his voice.

Even Hyun Jong, the leader, couldn’t hide his strong feelings. He yelled, his voice full of excitement.

Yado, who was facing Hyun Jong, just stared. He was frozen, unable to believe what he was seeing. *’What is going on?’* he thought, his mind spinning.

The power from Chung Myung’s sword was still clear in Yado’s eyes, as if it had been stuck there.

To cut off the short spear of Son Wol, the Talmyeong Danchang, with a single strike, and hurt him?

Was that even possible?

Yado thought he was stronger than Talmyeong Danchang. He knew that even for him, defeating Talmyeong Danchang would be very hard, maybe even losing an arm.

But to cut off the favorite weapon of Talmyeong Danchang with power from his sword from far away…

And that, by a young fighter from Hwasan?

Cold sweat started to run down his back.

Yado was trembling with fear and gritted his teeth.

‘But he’s just one guy, isn’t he?’

It was true that a supreme master had a big effect on the battlefield, but the Myriad Man House had already taken control of this battlefield. Adding one more person wouldn’t change anything now.

But…

‘Why can’t I move?’

The edge of Yado’s sword was shaking a little.

His red eyes couldn’t even look away from Chung Myung, who was walking towards him.

Thud.

Chung Myung’s foot hit the ground hard.

Before anyone knew it, the battle had stopped.

Yado, who had been using his sword to make fun of Hyun Jong, and Dokhyulsu, who had been pushing Hyun Sang into a corner, had stopped what they were doing and were holding their breath. It was as if the fierce battle from just a moment ago had never happened.

It was like a mouse seeing a snake right in front of it.

They understood the danger not with their minds but with their gut feelings. They froze, filled with a chilling fear that came from deep inside.

Thud. Thud.

Chung Myung walked a little faster. He was headed, of course, to where Talmyeong Danchang and Un Geom were.

The fighters between Chung Myung and Talmyeong Danchang swallowed hard, their faces tense.

“Ugh…”

“…”

The fighters of the Myriad Man House took small steps back without thinking as Chung Myung got closer. They made quiet groans.

They couldn’t run away.

Unless they were told to retreat, running away would only mean death.

“Move,” a chilling voice said from Chung Myung’s mouth as he stood right in front of them.

The warriors of the Myriad Man House looked at each other for a moment and bit their lips hard. Then, they rushed forward instead.

“Kill him!”

“Heuaaaah!”

With someone’s wild cry, more than ten warriors attacked Chung Myung at the same time.

They had learned from many battles that to live, they had to attack instead of run.

Swaeeeehk!

A strange, unsettling energy spun around the swords and spears. This might have been the strongest attack of their lives. People who are desperate can show amazing strength.

The storm of sword and spear energy swept over Chung Myung. Against such strong and cruel energy, a human body seemed too weak.

But even as the energy flew like a storm, Chung Myung’s eyes didn’t even move. Instead, they seemed to sink deeper.

And at that moment…

Woooooong!

Chung Myung’s sword started to send out power like a fire that had been lit with oil. It was not the carefully controlled power that Chung Myung usually showed.

The Plum Blossom Sword screamed as if it would break at any moment because of the power that had been pushed in as if it would explode.

The Plum Blossom Sword, which had been shaking and buzzing, then let out the power inside it.

Kwaaaaaah!

A slash that seemed to split the world.

The flying spear and sword energy hit the burning sword energy. Like a river flowing into the sea, they were absorbed without a trace and soon began to fall apart.

It had completely crushed the storm of energy.

Chung Myung’s sword energy, which had not lost its power, covered the defenseless warriors.

“N-No…!”

The warriors of the Myriad Man House quickly raised their weapons to block it. But it was useless.

Kwaddeudeudeuk!

The weapons that blocked the sword energy began to be cut off like reeds.

Everyone’s face was shocked. With their eyes wide open, they could only watch the scary sword energy coming towards them.

All that was left for them, who had lost their weapons, was a weak body that would soon die and fall.

“N-No…”

“Hiiiik!”

Kwaaaaaah!

It was a sight that was too horrible to describe as just ‘cut’.

The bodies of the warriors swept away by the sword energy were cut in half. Not only that, but the remaining power in the sword energy blew away the cut bodies in all directions as if they were being hit by something huge.

The sight of more than ten bodies being cut in half at once and flying in all directions was too much to see.

Tududeududuk.

The blood pouring out of the bodies fell from the sky like rain.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

A silent world.

The only thing moving was Chung Myung.

Splash.

Only after the sound of his foot stepping in a pool of blood did everyone come back to their senses, shocked as if they had been burned.

All eyes were on Chung Myung.

But Chung Myung was looking somewhere else.

Talmyeong Danchang.

Those who were staring at Chung Myung looked at him.

“…”

Talmyeong Danchang Son Wol’s face turned as white as bone.

‘What kind of monster is that…?’

Trembling, he grabbed the short spear that had been cut in half as if he wanted to break it.

The cut on the short spear was so smooth and clean that it looked like it would reflect his face. Seeing that, he felt a chill down his spine and got goosebumps.

Throb!

He felt terrible pain in the wound that had been cut so deep that the bone was showing. But right now, he didn’t care about his wound.

His hair stood on end, and his gut feeling kept telling him he was in danger. His body was telling him to run away from this inhuman being right now.

But…

‘Can I run away?’

Talmyeong Danchang couldn’t move. The moment he turned, the sword in that hand would move. And the sword energy he had seen a little while ago would fly towards his back.

Then, only Talmyeong Danchang’s dead body would be left here.

Thick cold sweat ran down his face like rain.

‘What is that guy?’

He had never heard of such a monster in Hwasan. Wasn’t it said that only a few advanced students were becoming famous?

But now, there was nothing he could do to change things.

Splash.

Then, Chung Myung suddenly walked faster. Talmyeong Danchang flinched and took a step back without even thinking.

“Eek!”

Realizing he had acted embarrassingly, he gritted his teeth and put energy into the short spear.

Thud. Thud.

But Chung Myung walked to a different place.

“…”

Chung Myung, as if he didn’t care about Talmyeong Danchang, turned and walked without stopping to where Un Geom had fallen.

A pale face.

A severed arm lay on the dusty ground, fingers twisted at unnatural angles. Dark red blood poured from Un-geom’s shoulder, a horrifying torrent where his arm should have been. Chung Myung stared, his eyes fixed on the gruesome sight, the metallic smell of blood filling his nostrils.

“Master…” Chung Myung’s voice was low, strained, as he knelt beside Un-geom, pressing a trembling hand to his blood-soaked stomach.

“Soso.”

Silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Un-geom’s shallow gasps.

“Soso!” Chung Myung’s voice cracked, louder this time, desperation edging into the cold tone. Tang Soso jumped up, startled, her chair scraping against the stone floor.

“Yes, Master!”

Understanding flashed across her face. She ran towards Un-geom and Chung Myung, her heart pounding. When she saw Un-geom, her blood seemed to drain away, leaving her face as pale as paper.

“S-Senior Brother!”

“Stay calm.”

Chung Myung’s voice was sharp, cutting through the panic.

“He won’t die.”

Tang Soso bit her lip hard and nodded. Then, with lightning speed, she crushed a Honwon Pill, pried open Un-geom’s mouth, and shoved it down his throat.

Even then, worry etched her face.

“His condition is too critical…”

“He won’t die.”

Chung Myung’s voice was hard, leaving no room for argument.

“…Senior Brother.”

“He will not die.”

It wasn’t a promise.

It was a desperate plea to fate, a fierce vow that Un-geom would not die.

The weight and urgency in his voice, paradoxically, stopped Tang Soso’s trembling.

“I’ll save him! No matter what!”

Chung Myung slowly nodded. And he poured as much internal energy as he could into Un-geom’s body.

Meanwhile, Son Wol, the Talon Dart, felt a mixture of bewilderment, fear, and rage as he watched Chung Myung’s back.

‘What is he doing?’

He couldn’t understand what he was seeing. It was too strange.

He couldn’t think straight for a moment.

Healing a patient right in front of him? With his back turned?

‘Has he completely lost his mind?’

Or did Un-geom mean that much to him?

No matter.

Normally, he wouldn’t be able to face such a strong opponent. The sword energy from earlier was proof enough.

But the fool was now stupidly showing his back, using his internal energy to heal.

Pouring internal energy into another person was incredibly dangerous. It was something one wouldn’t even dare to consider on a battlefield like this.

Was this calmness or just foolishness?

He couldn’t decide.

A moment of conflict flickered across the Talon Dart’s face.

His instincts were still screaming warnings. But the scene before him continued to tempt him.

‘One strike.’

Just one strike would do. If he could just plunge the remaining dart into that back…

He gripped the dart so hard he thought it would break.

And before his mind could fully form the thought, he poured internal energy into the dart.

A furious WHIRR filled the air!

The dart, spinning so fiercely it felt like his hand would be torn apart, flew towards Chung Myung’s back, carrying all that rotational force.

“Die…!”

Thwack.

He screamed with all his might. His mind had certainly commanded it.

But before the scream could even escape his lips, a chilling sound rang out first.

At the same time, the Talon Dart’s body staggered and collapsed.

‘What?’

I’m losing my balance?

Why?

Something strange caught his eye, something he didn’t understand.

Something long and slender, both familiar and foreign, was convulsing on the ground, spurting blood.

He knew that shape… It looked like…

At that moment, the Talon Dart’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

‘That’s…?’

The moment he understood that the strange shape spurting blood was his own right leg, an indescribable, horrific pain began to surge from his right thigh.

A scream, almost bestial, poured from his gaping mouth.

“Aaaaargh! Aargh!”

He reflexively groped for his leg. But no matter how he checked, it was the same. Where his leg should have been, there was nothing to touch anymore. Only blood, gushing from the severed end, warmly soaked his hand.

“You can wait a little.”

A flat voice cut through his screams as he twisted in agony.

“I’ll kill you without you having to rush me.”

Even as he spoke, Chung Myung’s hands moved swiftly over Un-geom’s body. He poured internal energy into him, stopping the blood and closing the terrible wounds. His skill was enough to surprise Tang Soso, who was beside him.

It was only natural.

He had seen countless people dying. He was used to seeing people desperately clinging to fading life.

That was why.

He never wanted to see such a sight again.

Not in this life, never again.

Chung Myung’s gaze was fixed on Un-geom, never wavering for a moment.

The deep wounds covering his entire body and the severed shoulder. Seeing Un-geom like this filled Chung Myung with icy dread.

It was such a severe injury that there would have been no way to help if he hadn’t had the Honwon Pill.

And…

“Soso.”

“Yes! Senior Brother!”

“Save him.”

“Yes! I will, without fail!”

Chung Myung, having done all he could, finally rose to his feet.

After looking down at Un-geom for a moment, he slowly turned his gaze.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Chung Myung, moving at a pace that felt a little slow, knelt on the ground and carefully picked something up.

An arm.

It was pale and white, drained of blood.

The fingers were crushed and broken, clearly trampled, a sad and broken thing.

Chung Myung carefully lifted Un-geom’s arm and gently placed it beside him.

Only after completing this entire process did Chung Myung’s gaze reach the Talon Dart, who was screaming. It was a truly cold and chilling gaze.

Squeeze.

The veins stood out on the hand gripping the sword.

“Get up.”

The Talon Dart, who had been screaming, panted and looked up at Chung Myung with eyes filled with terror and fear.

“…Get up.”

SCRAPE.

The lowered sword scraped against the ground.

Chung Myung spoke in a slow, chilling voice.

“I told you. You won’t die a peaceful death.”

A wave of terrifying anger poured from him, making the air heavy. His face twisted with rage, becoming monstrous.

“Get up. I’ll kill you in the most miserable way possible.”

His bloodshot eyes stared straight at the Talon Dart.