Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 400

As Chung Myung jumped from the branch, the leaves rustled softly.

A cold, deadly feeling filled the dark air of Mount Hua. Chung Myung felt the energy prickling his skin and grinned, showing his teeth.

Faaaat!

Suddenly, two thin swords shot out from below, aiming for Chung Myung’s stomach and neck.

They were twisted swords made only for stabbing and killing, not for cutting.

The tips of the swords gleamed black in the moonlight. They were covered in deadly poison.

Two poisoned swords came flying from the darkness.

But Chung Myung’s sword didn’t shake at all.

Kaaang!

Chung Myung’s sword blocked the attacks and then split into many images, stabbing downwards.

Plok!

He felt the sword cut through flesh and bone.

Even though they were badly hurt, no one groaned. This showed how well-trained they were.

Tat!

Chung Myung stepped on a branch and jumped higher, then dove down like a hawk.

As soon as he landed, two Black Cloud members hidden in the trees charged at him like wolves.

Shwaeeeek!

Their swords were long and deadly.

They attacked without defending, trying to wound him even if it meant dying.

Even a small scratch could poison their enemy. They knew how to fight someone stronger than them.

If you had never fought enemies like this, their sneaky tricks would surprise you. You wouldn’t be able to fight properly before they killed you.

One.

Paaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword flashed like light.

Before their swords could reach him, Chung Myung’s sword cut through his opponent.

Kadeudeuk!

The thin sword broke in two when it touched Chung Myung’s sword. Then, Chung Myung’s sword cut the opponent’s body in half.

The body, cut in half, fell to the ground, bouncing once before stopping. Blood streamed from it like a heavy rainstorm.

Even after seeing his friend cut in half, the attacker on the side didn’t slow down.

Chung Myung coldly stared at the sword flying towards his neck. Then, he stepped to the side and spun around.

Sssst.

His clothes were slightly torn, but his skin wasn’t touched.

And.

Swish.

Chung Myung swung his sword and cut the Black Cloud member’s neck.

Thud.

The man fell to the ground, his neck almost completely cut through, and twitched for a moment. Then, he stopped moving.

Sssssss.

The poisoned sword fell to the ground, and the grass around it instantly died.

How strong was that poison?

Chung Myung flicked the blood off his sword, smelled the blood in the air, and looked silently at the sky.

This is disgusting.

The smell of blood, the deadly intent, the cold from the dead body.

Chung Myung felt a strange sense of déjà vu, like he was back in his past life. It made every nerve in his body tingle.

Rumble.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder and lightning flashed.

Soon, rain poured down.

Soaked in the rain, Chung Myung looked down.

The rain helps them.

Those hiding in the dark can hide even better in the thunder and rain.

This is the perfect place for them to fight.

It would be foolish to go there.

But Chung Myung ran after them without stopping.

If he attacked them directly, no one would dare to attack the Mount Hua disciples.

Rainwater ran down his face.

Soaked to the bone, he quietly said,

“If you don’t come, I’ll go.”

He stomped on the ground.

Chung Myung shot forward like light, leaving behind red plum blossoms in the darkness. They were vivid, beautiful, and out of place in this bloody battlefield.

The plum blossoms fell on the bodies of those hiding in the dark.

Swish.

The delicate plum blossoms were sharp and cut through everything they touched, hiding how sharp they were.

“…Ghk.”

Someone screamed softly and fell to the ground.

And then.

Shwaaaaaaa!

More than a dozen black shadows rushed towards Chung Myung through the rain.

A cold glint shone in the darkness, colder than the rain.

Thud!

Chung Myung stood firm and danced his sword like a snake. The plum blossoms bloomed from his sword and surrounded those who were attacking.

He didn’t hesitate at all.

Kagagagak!

The poisoned swords couldn’t break through the plum blossoms. The swords that touched the plum blossoms were scattered.

Then.

Paaaat.

A black poisoned sword rose from under Chung Myung’s feet. Chung Myung jumped into the air.

He avoided the sword, but he lost his balance. As the plum blossom formation disappeared, the Black Cloud members charged at him faster than before.

Chung Myung gritted his teeth and held his sword tightly.

Then, spinning in the air, he scattered his sword in all directions.

The Falling Plum Blossom stance from the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique created many plum blossom images in the air. Like petals falling in a rainstorm, countless plum blossoms rained down.

“Hiss!”

The attackers widened their eyes at the plum blossoms.

But it was too late to turn back.

The Black Cloud members threw themselves into the plum blossom rain, not caring about their safety.

Swish! Swish!

Plum blossom sword energy cut through their bodies. But even as they were torn and broken, they still tried to stab Chung Myung.

A simple series of attacks. No fancy feints, no maneuvers to deceive—just a straightforward, relentless assault of pure speed.

Yet, when a dozen such blades came together, they became a very scary and deadly attack.

Many deadly attacks came at Chung Myung. Some blades were weak, just poking, but others were sharp and aimed at Chung Myung with deadly accuracy.

Thud!

Chung Myung landed on the ground and showed his teeth.

Then, he pushed off the ground and jumped into the storm of blades.

Wham! A thin sword hit Chung Myung’s plum blossom sword and broke. The broken pieces flew fast. They cut into the Black Cloud Unit members coming closer.

Wham!

Chung Myung used the moment when his enemies stumbled. His sword struck and cut off the head of a Black Cloud Unit member who was leading the attack. The head flew into the air. Chung Myung slammed his foot down and swung his sword everywhere.

Plum blossoms bloomed. This was Chung Myung’s sword technique, known for its beauty and deadliness, like flowers of blood. His sword moved like a whirlwind.

Blood sprayed out, like a fountain of red.

In a heartbeat, the forest, wet with rain, was now also red with blood and the red plum blossom shapes left by Chung Myung’s sword. The smell of iron filled the air.

Swords cut off arms and legs, sending them flying. Bodies crashed to the muddy ground with heavy thuds. No one could even scream before they fell silent.

Yet, Chung Myung was also hurt.

Snikt.

A poisoned blade hit Chung Myung’s shoulder at the right moment.

I-I did it….

Wham!

But the head of the one who hit Chung Myung’s shoulder with the poisoned blade was kicked off like a ball.

Chung Myung violently cut off his enemy’s head. Then, he held his sword in reverse. He stabbed the blade into his own shoulder where the poisoned sword had cut him.

Snikt.

The sword cut into his flesh with a sickening sound. He did not hesitate as he cut away his own shoulder.

Snikt. Snikt.

The sharp edge sliced through flesh. The sound echoed in the rain. Without even blinking, he cut away a piece of flesh, stopped the bleeding, and held his sword again.

Boom! For a moment, everything was still except the rain.

As if on cue, an explosion happened. It tore up the ground. Five more Black Cloud Unit members jumped out of the earth and pointed their swords at Chung Myung.

Wham!

Chung Myung cut off the heads of those who flew at him. He barely had time to wipe the blood from his sword before he brought it to his side again.

Snikt.

He moved carefully and sliced a piece of flesh from his side. It fell to the ground.

Again, with a face with no emotion, he stopped the bleeding and turned his head. He looked at one spot.

His eyes found Heuksi right away in the dark forest. Heuksi was watching from far away.

Hee….

Chung Myung made a laugh like a wild animal growling.

…

Heuksi stared silently at Chung Myung with snake-like eyes.

Curious.

A chill went down his spine.

I’ve never seen anything like him.

Heuksi felt strange because the young man seemed so used to this kind of fight.

This young man looked like he had never killed anyone. But he cut off heads and ended lives without hesitating. He didn’t seem upset even after killing a dozen men.

Also, he dared to cut away the poisoned flesh without a second thought.

Heuksi had fought many enemies. But he had never met anyone like this.

Twenty men had died quickly.

All they did, even though almost half the Black Cloud Unit was gone, was give him two small scratches.

Normally, that would have been enough. The small scratches would have made the enemy careless. The poison would have spread and caused pain and death.

But this one seemed to have neither carelessness nor hesitation.

Crack crack crack.

Heuksi’s hand began to move, making a strange sound.

The enemy was strong.

But….

Nothing excites a man more than the screams of the strong.

Killing the weak was easy, like crushing bugs. It didn’t make him feel anything.

But the blood of the strong was special.

Crunch.

Heuksi bit his own tongue. He enjoyed the taste of blood in his mouth. He chuckled softly, as if he was truly happy.

Heuksi’s eyes shone with a cold, scary light. You could see them between the black bandages.

Chung Myung was walking toward him.

The rain was pouring. But the bloodstains on his shoulder and side were easy to see.

One.

He was coming closer, dragging his sword on the ground. His body was covered in blood. Heuksi felt something he had never felt before.

Fear. Yes, it was fear.

I’m feeling fear….

Clang clang clang.

Long, claw-shaped blades came out of Heuksi’s sleeves. They hit each other with a loud, scraping sound.

I must kill him.

If he didn’t kill him here, the House of Myriad Evils would be destroyed by him one day. He was young and growing fast. Even the Lord of the House of Myriad Evils might not be able to beat him in the future.

So, he had to be killed here and now.

…Seven Forms.

His voice made the forest shake slightly.

Seven Forms.

This was an order to forget about life and kill the enemy in any way possible.

This order had never been given since the Black Cloud Unit was created. Now it was given in this place.

Thud.

Chung Myung didn’t seem to know about the danger aimed at him. He dragged his sword across the ground and walked toward Heuksi with a face with no emotion.

Now, tell me.

His voice was colder than the rain. But his lips seemed calm.

How shall I kill you?

Heuksi watched him with shining eyes and spoke to the Black Cloud Unit.

Kill him.

At his rough command, the forest moved. Dozens of black shadows rushed toward Chung Myung.

Chung Myung grinned. You could see his teeth stained with blood.

That’s fine too.

It was lucky that it was raining.

Because the rain would wash away this dirty blood.

A sad plum blossom appeared from the tip of Chung Myung’s sword.