Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 397

Everyone in Mount Hua knew Chung Myung was strong in martial arts. This wasn’t new. They had seen him fight before.

But even knowing he was strong, what Chung Myung was doing now was still shocking. His sword moved like lightning, each strike ending a life. What surprised them even more was how cruel Chung Myung was being. He fought with a cold fury they had never seen before. His face was like stone, showing no pity.

‘Chung Myung… you rascal.’

Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung with a deeply troubled expression.

This sword was too cruel, too violent for someone who followed the Taoist path.

But he couldn’t blame Chung Myung.

He knew Chung Myung was very angry. But more than that, Hyun Jong felt sadness, not cruelty, in Chung Myung’s sword.

“You rascal…”

Regret was clear in every strike of Chung Myung’s sword.

Hyun Jong bit his lip tightly.

Chung Myung had taken over the entire battlefield. Everyone from the Myriad Man House, even their leaders, were frozen, watching him.

If he kept fighting like this, winning the battle wouldn’t be too hard.

However…

“What are you doing!”

Hyun Jong’s voice was like thunder, shaking Mount Hua. The disciples of Mount Hua jumped and looked at Hyun Jong. Hyun Jong stared at Yado, who was standing in front of him, and shouted without turning around.

“Should Mount Hua swordsmen just stand back and watch one person fight alone?”

The disciples of Mount Hua bit their lips. They gripped their swords tighter. They realized they had lowered their swords without thinking. Now, they raised them back up, ready to fight. Facing the enemies.

“You are the ones who protect Mount Hua. No one can protect Mount Hua alone!”

He said this to the disciples of Mount Hua, who were depending on Chung Myung. But he also wanted Chung Myung to hear it.

‘How insignificant.’

He felt small, like dust.

If he had been stronger, if Mount Hua had been stronger, Chung Myung wouldn’t have to be so angry and use his sword to kill.

Enemies had attacked their sect, and someone was hurt and close to death.

That was sad. Regrettable.

But how could that be Chung Myung’s fault?

“Draw your swords!”

His voice was full of anger.

“Show them! Show them you are proud Mount Hua swordsmen!”

No more.

Show that you can win even without someone watching over you!

At Hyun Jong’s command, the disciples of Mount Hua shouted and charged at the enemies.

‘…Damn it.’

Yado’s face became serious. The feeling of the battlefield changed quickly. Morale was important in a big battle like this. The Myriad Man House’s chance of winning had dropped a lot.

Look.

The Mount Hua disciples were brave and swung their swords harder than before. The Myriad Man House disciples weren’t fighting as well as they could.

That made sense.

How could they fight the people in front of them when Chung Myung, like a tiger, was attacking from behind?

Everyone was looking forward, but they were really thinking about Chung Myung behind them.

Unless someone stopped Chung Myung, they wouldn’t be able to fight well.

This showed why people said that in the fighting world (Jianghu), having a very strong master could decide who wins or loses a battle.

‘That idiot!’

Yado looked at the broken body of Talmyung Danjang and gritted his teeth.

Son Wol, the Talmyung Danjang, should not have lost so easily. Chung Myung was very strong, even Yado couldn’t beat him. But Talmyung Danjang wasn’t weak.

If he had fought his best, he could have lasted at least a hundred moves, or fifty. He was a leader of the Myriad Man House.

Even if he lost in the end, if he had fought back harder, the other disciples wouldn’t have lost hope so quickly.

But what could he do? That idiot died without showing his true strength.

Yado glared at Hyun Jong, who was standing in front of him.

‘The old man…’

Hyun Jong had been losing strength, but now he was calm again. It would be hard to beat him easily.

He looked to the side at Dokhyulsu, who was fighting Hyun Sang, who had also regained his strength.

“Are you just trying to waste time? Why don’t you send me to fight that guy? Isn’t that young fighter better than you weaklings?”

He tried to make him angry, but Hyun Jong’s calm eyes didn’t move.

“Do you know the difference between the right and wrong paths of martial arts?”

“…Hmm?”

“It’s about having shame, or not having shame.”

Hyun Jong’s eyes were full of light as he stared at Yado.

“Of course, that child is stronger than me. Stronger than anyone here.”

Hyun Jong’s voice was quiet and serious.

“But I won’t let that child fight alone while I stand back and do nothing. A person who has shame, who knows what they must do, would never do that.”

Hyun Jong bit his lip.

He couldn’t hug him.

He couldn’t guide him.

Then he should at least share the weight on his shoulders. If he couldn’t do that, how could Hyun Jong call himself the leader of Mount Hua?

“All the disciples of Mount Hua are training and trying to walk together with that child. A sect is not about depending on each other, but about walking together.”

Yado twisted his lips.

“What are you even saying…”

He didn’t understand Hyun Jong. They were too different to understand each other.

But he knew one thing.

In the fighting world, justice is only for the strong.

If Yado led the Myriad Man House and destroyed Mount Hua, Hyun Jong would be wrong. If the opposite happened, no one could argue with Hyun Jong.

Yado had always won.

“Indeed… it seems the momentum has increased.”

Yado smiled.

“I hope you’re not too sure you’ve won.”

Hyun Jong looked at him, confused.

“Really, this is why you can’t ignore the words of a strategist. I wondered why they sent so many people to attack this small group.”

Yado muttered, then suddenly shouted.

“Black Jackal!”

He quickly looked around, gritting his teeth.

“You stupid jerk! Come out now! How many more people need to die before you do something!”

Yado shouted something no one understood. Then, a harsh voice, like metal scratching metal, came from the top of Mount Hua’s wall.

“No need to make a fuss.”

Hyun Jong’s eyes widened and he looked up.

A man covered in black bandages was standing on the wall, looking at Chung Myung.

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon, Chung Myung…”

Crack.

Black Jackal made a fist, then opened his hand quickly. A strange cracking sound, like bones breaking, echoed around.

Heuksi thought, “I should have the neck of the one who investigated the information cut off.”

To think they thought this man was just a normal member, not a powerful one.

“The Divine Dragon Chung Myung of Mount Hua, and Hwajeong Sword Baek Cheon,” Heuksi muttered.

Mount Hua had defeated two Great Leaders of the Ten Thousand People Clan. Even the most famous martial arts groups had never done that.

Heuksi decided, ‘This place must be erased now.’

Heuksi knew that if Mount Hua was left unchecked, it would become a significant threat to the Ten Thousand People Clan, their powerful group, very soon. If he could eliminate Mount Hua, the martial arts school, now, the lives of two Great Leaders would be a cheap price to pay.

“To do that…”

Heuksi looked at Chung Myung.

Chung Myung had been watching him from the start, even before he showed himself. It was as if he knew Heuksi was there.

Creak.

He clenched his fist, the bones in his hand cracking loudly as he did.

“Black Cloud Unit,” Heuksi commanded.

Suddenly, black shadows emerged and lined up to his left and right.

“Th-that…” someone stammered.

“Those…” another voice whispered.

The martial artists in black uniforms, standing on the walls, looked ominous and sinister, like a flock of black crows.

It was clear that they were much stronger than the ordinary fighters of the Ten Thousand People Clan.

The advantage they thought they had was gone.

“If you had come forward from the beginning, we wouldn’t be in this mess, you damn bastard!” Heuksi said, his gaze turning towards Yado.

Yado, who had been shouting angrily, closed his mouth and looked away when he met Heuksi’s eyes.

‘Damn it,’ Yado thought.

The Black Cloud Unit was a special group under the Clan Lord’s direct command, obeying only his orders.

They were so cruel and ruthless that even other members of the Ten Thousand People Clan avoided them. Heuksi, the leader of the Black Cloud Unit, was someone even the Great Leaders of the Ten Thousand People Clan feared.

Yado, unable to face Heuksi, looked at Hyun Jong.

His anger poured out onto Hyun Jong.

“That old fool talks like he knows everything, but nothing has changed! If that Chung Myung can’t join the fight, nothing has changed. That bastard can’t do anything alone,” Yado shouted.

Hearing this, Hyun Jong looked at Yado with deep eyes and nodded.

“That’s right,” Hyun Jong agreed.

“What?” Yado asked, confused.

“He can’t do anything alone,” Hyun Jong repeated.

His body was covered in wounds, and blood soaked the floor, but the old swordsman’s eyes still shone brightly.

“But didn’t I say? Everyone is here to make sure that child is not alone,” Hyun Jong said.

“You lot?” Yado sneered.

“Is it not enough?” Hyun Jong asked.

Yado narrowed his eyes, annoyed.

Annoying!

With the Black Cloud Unit’s arrival, the Ten Thousand People Clan had regained the advantage. No matter how strong Chung Myung was, he couldn’t face the Black Cloud Unit alone.

Even if he could, nothing would change. While Chung Myung fought the Black Cloud Unit, the other Mount Hua disciples would be killed.

But why didn’t the light in the old man’s eyes disappear?

Hyun Jong spoke.

“Didn’t I say? I am a person who knows shame,” Hyun Jong said.

“What?” Yado asked.

Hyun Jong shook his head.

“What would truly shame me is if I didn’t stand with him now, just like all of you,” Hyun Jong declared.

Yado’s face twisted at the words he didn’t understand.

“I believe,” Hyun Jong continued.

“…”

“Even if Mount Hua falls, those children will stay by his side. So…”

Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung’s back.

“I can protect my place,” Hyun Jong finished.

Then, a figure in white martial robes jumped from the cliff behind Chung Myung.

Several more figures appeared on the cliff, soaring through the air and landing to Chung Myung’s left and right.

The first one to land looked at Un-geom, who was being treated by Tang Soso.

“…Martial Uncle,” he said.

He bit his lip until it turned white, and then he saw Hyun Jong, covered in wounds. His face twisted in anger.

“Sect Leader!” he exclaimed.

Anger spread across his pale face.

“These bastards…” he muttered.

Yoon Jong and Jo Gul were also angry.

Yoo Iseol stared at Hyun Jong’s wounds from the moment she landed.

A scary look crossed her usually calm face.

“…I’ll kill them,” she vowed.

And then…

“Amitabha,” Hye-yeon said, approaching with his palms together.

“I will help too,” he added.

Baek Cheon nodded.

The disciples of Mount Hua and Hye-yeon stood to Chung Myung’s left and right, glaring at the Ten Thousand People Clan.

Baek Cheon said quietly, “We’re a little late.”

“Words are unnecessary,” Chung Myung replied.

“Do you know?” Baek Cheon asked.

“Of course,” Chung Myung answered.

Clang!

The Five Swords of Mount Hua drew their swords.

Baek Cheon said calmly, “Do not lose your composure.”

“Yes!” the others responded.

“Dan!” Baek Cheon roared.

“There is no need to hold back!” he commanded.

Everyone gripped their swords tightly, their faces showing determination.

“Hoo!”

Baek Cheon took a deep breath and roared, “Kill them all!”

“Let’s go!” someone shouted.

Like five streaks of light, the Five Swords of Mount Hua flew across the summit of Mount Hua towards the members of the Ten Thousand People Clan.