Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 446

Beon Chung was huge, more than twice the size of a normal man. Chung Myung was small, even for someone who knew martial arts.

When they stood together, Beon Chung looked at least three times bigger than Chung Myung.

Beon Chung charged like a bull, getting faster and stronger. Chung Myung stood in his way, like a tiny ferret trying to stop him.

“Th-that…!”

“What!”

Everyone gasped in surprise. Im So-byeong jumped up from his seat.

Instead of running from Beon Chung, Chung Myung took a few steps forward.

“What are you doing!”

Im So-byeong didn’t think Chung Myung would lose. This was the famous Divine Dragon of Mount Hua, after all. Maybe Chung Myung wouldn’t win easily, but losing? Impossible.

But that was only if Chung Myung had a sword. Im So-byeong had never heard of Mount Hua being good at fighting without weapons. Why was Chung Myung facing Beon Chung with his bare hands?

Just then, Im So-byeong heard a calm voice next to him.

“He’s going to get himself hurt.”

“Yeah.”

Im So-byeong stared at the Mount Hua disciples in disbelief.

Their friend was about to be smashed like an insect under a wheel! Why were they so calm?

Im So-byeong didn’t have time to ask. Beon Chung swung his arm down at Chung Myung, ready to crush him.

“You scoundreeeeel!”

His arm came down towards Chung Myung’s head.

Wham!

Dust exploded everywhere, hiding the two men for a moment.

People watching closed their eyes without thinking.

These bandits had seen many bad things before. But they thought what was about to happen would be too terrible to watch.

‘Is he dead?’

‘He’s going to get himself hurt. Why did he have to provoke him…’

When the dust cleared, the bandits squinted to see what had happened.

But what they saw was not what they expected.

“…Huh?”

“Wh-what is that…”

Beon Chung’s arm, which had been falling with so much force, was now frozen in the air.

Under that huge arm was Chung Myung’s arm, thin as a twig, holding it up.

The bandits stared in shock.

‘He blocked it?’

With that thin arm, he blocked that huge arm?

It was hard to believe. But they couldn’t deny what they were seeing.

“…Good heavens.”

Beon Chung’s face, which had looked so strong and scary, now showed complete confusion.

“Y-you…”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue. He had blocked Beon Chung’s arm without any effort.

“Why so dramatic?”

He easily pushed the massive arm away.

Beon Chung stumbled backward, surprised by the force.

He looked at Chung Myung’s arm, which seemed fine, and then at his own arm. He couldn’t understand it.

‘What is this…’

It felt like he had hit a rock. It was like hitting the granite boulder he used in his training. How could that small hand have so much strength?

Chung Myung didn’t seem to care about Beon Chung’s feelings. He just tilted his head and rolled up his sleeves.

“Well, you’re more…”

“…”

“Feeble than I thought.”

Chung Myung grinned. It was a refreshing smile.

Im So-byeong was truly confused.

He was usually cheerful, but now he didn’t know what to say.

‘He blocked it?’

Beon Chung’s attack? That easily?

Even without martial arts, Beon Chung was incredibly strong. People with better martial arts skills would usually avoid fighting him head-on.

It was like a tiger avoiding a headbutt from an ox, even though the tiger is stronger. But Chung Myung, who was smaller than a tiger, had blocked the charging bull.

“No way…”

Strength wasn’t just about muscles. Martial artists also used inner power, maybe even more than muscles.

But even with inner power, it was still unbelievable.

Just then, he heard the Mount Hua disciples whispering again.

“I knew it.”

“Exactly!”

Im So-byeong turned to them.

“What do you mean?”

Baek Cheon chuckled at his confused face.

“It might sound strange, but that guy is the strongest in all of Mount Hua.”

“It’s not just strong, either.”

“It’s on a ridiculous level.”

“…”

Im So-byeong blinked in disbelief.

“With that body?”

“Ah, it might look that way, but…”

Baek Cheon smiled sadly.

It was hard to believe unless you were a Mount Hua disciple. Unless you knew about Chung Myung’s training with the porcelain jars.

“A fluid sword comes from a strong body.”

“How can the sword endure if the body can’t?”

Baek Cheon remembered Chung Myung’s training. He had heard these words so many times, they just came out of his mouth.

Yoo Iseol quietly said.

“…Old man.”

Chung Myung had perfectly shown what those words meant.

“Even if we gathered all the iron in Mount Hua now, we couldn’t keep up with that guy’s training.”

“He even added rocks to the iron and juggles them like jacks.”

“…We’d have something to say if it were just words.”

The Mount Hua disciples sighed.

Im So-byeong looked back and forth between them and Chung Myung, dumbfounded.

As Chung Myung rolled up his sleeves, his arms were revealed. Im So-byeong gasped. His arms looked thin, but the muscles were as hard as iron. He wondered how much training it took to get muscles like that.

“In contrast, things are a bit…”

“Basically tofu, all of them.”

The Mount Hua disciples shook their heads, looking unhappy.

“How can you call yourselves bandits if you’re so weak?”

“They look like they’d fall over if you poked them, don’t you think, Martial Uncle?”

It was funny to see: bandits in Taoist hats making fun of real bandits. Im So-byeong couldn’t even speak.

‘The more I learn, the less I know what these guys are doing.’

His face twisted. He didn’t mind his own body, but he didn’t like his men being insulted for being weak. He still had his pride as a bandit.

‘Beon Chung! What are you doing!’

Im So-byeong glared at Beon Chung.

“…You.”

Cold sweat ran down Beon Chung’s face.

He had fought in many battles… well, he hadn’t fought in naval battles, but he had fought in many mountain battles. Even though it was just one exchange, he knew his opponent was strong.

‘He’s strong.’

Not just strong in martial arts.

Chung Myung stared at Beon Chung’s arm. *Strong.* He is naturally strong. Even without using special power, his body strength was as strong as mine. *How* is that even possible?

Chung Myung clicked his tongue softly. “Tsk.”

He walked quickly towards Beon Chung.

Beon Chung twitched.

Seeing Chung Myung approach, Beon Chung took a step back without thinking.

Realizing how that looked, he quickly stood up straight. He was surrounded by Daeho bandits. Beon Chung, one of the famous Green Forest Ten, was showing fear. No, not fear exactly… more like he was very surprised and unsure.

“…You! You might have blocked me once by luck, but that won’t happen again!”

“Oh, really?”

Chung Myung chuckled. Then he stopped walking.

He held out both hands to Beon Chung.

“Come on, then. Let’s fight with just our strength, no tricks.”

Beon Chung swallowed hard, looking at Chung Myung’s hands. They looked small compared to his own, like little ferns.

A strength contest was what he was best at. Everyone knew it.

He couldn’t hesitate.

“You’ll regret this!”

Beon Chung shouted loudly, trying to hide his worry. He put his hand against Chung Myung’s hand.

Their hands met. Big hand and small hand, fingers wrapped together.

Strength against strength.

Power against power.

“Th-that…”

The bandits gasped, watching closely.

“Hraaah!”

Beon Chung roared, his voice cracking as he tried to push Chung Myung down.

Veins on his arms swelled like thick ropes. Veins also popped out on his forehead.

His face turned red, like it would explode. His feet dug into the ground.

Everyone watching could see Beon Chung was using all his strength and power.

“Kraaah!”

Beon Chung looked like a powerful statue, straining with all his might. The people watching felt the pressure.

But then…

Crack.

Crack crack crack.

Even with the sounds of bones cracking and Beon Chung’s feet slipping on the ground, Chung Myung didn’t move at all.

Beon Chung looked like he was about to spit blood, while Chung Myung looked calm. It was a strange sight.

“Kgh… Kgh… Kraaaah!”

Finally, Chung Myung’s arm started to bend a little.

But that was it. His wrist was bent, but it wouldn’t bend more. Chung Myung stood still, like a tree rooted to the earth.

Then, Chung Myung spoke.

“Tsk tsk. You are naturally strong.”

Beon Chung’s eyes opened wide.

He was struggling so much he could barely talk. But Chung Myung, who was taking all that force, was speaking calmly.

And his voice didn’t sound strained at all.

“What’s the point of being strong if you don’t train? You just drink, chase women, and rob people. Your strength won’t get better that way.”

Baek Cheon heard Chung Myung’s harsh words and mumbled, annoyed, “He drinks too.”

Another person replied, “…But he does train, right?”

“Yes, that’s true.”

Chung Myung didn’t seem to hear them.

Chung Myung kept talking.

“That’s not how you use strength. You need to focus. So!”

Chung Myung’s eyes flashed.

The power inside him started to flow quickly through his body.

Crack!

Crack crack!

Beon Chung’s eyes fluttered.

The arm that had been bent backward was now moving back to its original position. At the same time, Beon Chung felt a huge force, stronger than anything he had ever felt before.

“Th-this… This can’t be…”

“Oof!”

Chung Myung stretched out his hand and started to push Beon Chung’s arm down.

Creak.

The sound was like twisting water out of clothes. Beon Chung’s shoulder slowly went down.

“Kgh… Kgh…”

Beon Chung fought back, his eyes bloodshot. But Chung Myung’s hand didn’t move, like it was a giant rock.

Beon Chung’s body slowly broke down, like it was being crushed by a mountain.

Thud!

His knees hit the ground.

Thud!

His other knee hit the ground too.

Scrape.

But even then, it seemed like he still hadn’t taken all the force. His knees started to dig into the dirt.

“Kgh…”

Chung Myung stepped forward, pushing down on Beon Chung.

Beon Chung’s body started to bend backward. No matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t push back.

“H-how can this be… Kgh.”

His waist twisted.

His arms and legs flew out, and his body was crushed until the back of his head touched the ground. All Beon Chung could see was Chung Myung, pushing down on him with a relaxed face.

Chung Myung smiled like he wasn’t trying hard at all, and clicked his tongue.

“Weaker than a mouse?”

“……”

“What a pity, you’re weaker than a mouse?”

“……”

(Beon Chung thought) *This little jerk remembers everything…*

Beon Chung’s face twisted. Chung Myung grinned.

“This is what strength is! Haaah!”

Wham!

A huge burst of power swept through, kicking up dust and dirt.

“Ack!”

“Wh-what?”

A thick brown cloud exploded upwards, choking the air. The bandits held their breath, waiting for the dust to settle.

Soon, the dust cleared, and they could see one figure.

“Tsk.”

Chung Myung lightly brushed off his hands and moved his feet.

Everyone stared at him. Or rather, at something behind him, not Chung Myung.

“……”

Beon Chung.

He was kneeling, the back of his head on the ground, foam bubbling from his mouth. He seemed to have passed out.

“……”

It was a sad sight. The bandits were speechless and shocked. They looked back and forth between Beon Chung and Chung Myung. No matter how they looked at it, the result was the same.

Chung Myung looked around at them and smiled proudly.

“Anyone else want to try?”

“……”

“No one?”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

“For bandits, you’re awfully weak! Mount Hua would make better bandits! Mount Hua!”

Baek Cheon smiled, happy to see his friend win. *Chung Myung, you are supposed to be a Taoist priest.* Taoists shouldn’t be so proud like this. He shook his head, smiling a little. *Well, anyway…*

It was the moment when Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon, Chung Myung, completely took over Daeho without even using his sword.