Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 507

The enemy’s forces are about twice our size.

They are also much stronger than us.

Moreover, they work together perfectly because they have trained well and rested enough.

On the other hand, what about us?

We have only half the number of troops. Unlike the Ice Palace warriors, we haven’t been able to train properly for years, and our bodies are in poor condition.

Breathing through group training?

We can’t even hope for that.

Honestly, we are much weaker than them.

But Chung Myung, charging forward, didn’t even think about these facts.

Half the troops? The quality of troops doesn’t reach the opponent?

‘So what if it is?’

It was too common for him. He always fought for his life against the Demonic Cult, who rushed in like beasts without caring about their own lives. The enemy’s forces were often more than double, and sometimes he had to survive against enemies that were dozens of times larger.

Hwasan helped him grow, but the Demonic Cult made him who he is.

So there’s nothing new about it.

콰콰콰콰!

The sound of the wind rushing past his ears was like thunder. The cold wind lashed at his face as if tearing it apart, but he didn’t even blink.

When the Hwasan disciples charged, the enemy soldiers looked a little embarrassed. Chung Myung noticed this.

The determination on the faces of the enemy soldiers at the front grew stronger.

No matter the situation, when facing those who rush to take your head, small thoughts disappear.

But Chung Myung didn’t want to give them time to prepare.

His body, which had been rushing forward at a fast speed, seemed to stretch out like taffy. He arrived in front of the Ice Palace warriors in an instant, several times faster.

To the Ice Palace warriors, it looked like he appeared suddenly, not moved.

“Tele…port? Is that teleportation?”

Before the word ‘Teleportation’ was finished, the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword glowed coldly. Surrounded by fluttering petals, the sword cut through the space.

파아아아앗!

A beautiful sight unfolded, like a storm of petals rushing in for a moment.

But that beauty, as always, had a terrible result.

“Aaaaargh!”

“Aaargh! Ack!”

The scattered sword energy pierced the bodies of many who were blocking the front. The attack, unleashed before they could defend themselves, didn’t give them a chance to show their skills.

Blood splattered everywhere, and severed limbs flew into the air.

The Ice Palace warriors who hadn’t yet come to their senses clearly saw this sight.

The red sword energy, shaped like plum blossoms, mixed with the blood in the air. It was a shocking sight.

This caused awe and strange feelings that those watching had never felt before.

And.

타아앗.

Chung Myung didn’t even glance at the scene he had created and ran straight forward.

The fountain of blood poured down, covering his whole body, but Chung Myung didn’t even blink.

The first attack must always be faster and stronger than the enemy expects.

One sword.

Chung Myung, who had completely taken control of the battlefield with a single sword, rushed like a flying tiger towards those who were retreating in fear.

“B, Block…”

Thud!

The merciless blade was shoved into the mouth of the one who was trying to shout.

Chung Myung’s sword, which coldly took another life, moved simply without any warmth.

Whack! Whack! Whack!

Three heads flew into the air at the same time.

The eyes of the Ice Palace warriors, watching the blood gushing from where the heads had been, were filled with fear and shock.

They also held swords and had learned martial arts their whole lives.

But they had never experienced such a battle. Losing the Palace Lord without being able to do anything against the Demonic Cult was the last group battle they had experienced.

This means they had never seen the heads of people standing in front of them cut off like toys in broad daylight.

A heart like steel.

An unwavering mind.

Everyone emphasizes this repeatedly.

But that also means that no one can achieve it easily. If you could do it easily, there would be no need to emphasize it.

Faced with the ruthlessness and cruelty of the battlefield, which they were experiencing for the first time, the unwavering mind that they had only learned as a theory was torn apart in an instant.

Chung Myung, covered in red blood, bared his white teeth and mercilessly shoved his sword into the necks of those who stood in his way. The blade, piercing through the neck, tore off the head.

Chung Myung’s sword didn’t rest for a moment. It immediately dug into the side of the one who was terrified by the sight in front of him, cutting him in half at the waist.

The training ground of the North Sea Ice Palace, which had been covered with pure white snow, was instantly dyed red with blood. It was a beautiful and eerie sight, as if red flowers were in full bloom on the snowy field.

“R, Retreat!”

“Damn it! Don’t retreat! What are you doing!”

“The enemy is small! Don’t be afraid and deal with them calmly!”

“G, Get out of the way, you bastards!”

Confusion spread quickly.

Those who saw Chung Myung rushing in from the front forgot the swordsmanship they had learned and lost the courage they had briefly held. Giving in to the instinct to live, they retreated in horror, forgetting what they were doing.

But those supporting the rear couldn’t retreat.

As the distance between them narrowed, the formation they had carefully arranged was disrupted. The commanders shouted, but no one could hear them.

Chung Myung’s eyes shone as he watched the scene.

‘You little brats.’

Are these people, who only know peace and nothing about war, trying to stop him?

It’s ridiculous.

Fighting practice?

Duels?

Chung Myung is not about that.

The battlefield, where life and death go back and forth, is where he can live most firmly. This world is where he doesn’t have to hesitate to stab an enemy.

Those who have settled in the greenhouse called the sect and have never fought an enemy at the risk of their lives can never handle him. From the beginning, they have lived in different worlds. Those who don’t even know how to control the battlefield can’t be his match, no matter how many of them there are.

Everyone retreated from Chung Myung with pale faces, as if they were looking at a monster.

Retreat?

Against him?

Chung Myung bared his teeth.

At least when dealing with him, retreating can never be the answer.

The end of his sword shook and started to release plum blossom sword energy.

The Ice Palace warriors widened their eyes at the sudden storm of petals. They quickly swung their swords and released their energy without thinking.

But there were countless swirling petals, and they were too weak to block them all.

Hwaaaaaaack!

The sword energy of the petals swept through the front.

It was truly a cruel sight.

The sword energy of Hwasan, which was avoided even by the orthodox sects during the battle with the Demonic Cult, was fully showing its true power in the distant land of the North Sea.

Before those pierced by the sword energy could even fall, Chung Myung’s feet kicked off the ground again. There was no reason to give the enemy a chance to recover from the shock and reorganize.

Chung Myung, rushing towards the enemy with a chilling murderous intent, looked like a demon.

“Kugh!”

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth and kicked off the ground.

It was too much to even follow.

That damn bastard didn’t care at all about the others following behind. It was only a matter of keeping up with the speed, but even that was too much.

‘Damn it.’

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t close the gap.

Chung Myung’s sword flashed again in front, and blood splattered everywhere.

Baek Cheon felt like he was about to lose his mind at the sight before his eyes.

Had he ever seen such a cruel and eerie sight in his life?

Baek Cheon bit his lip until he tasted blood. He kicked his horse hard to go faster. He had to reach Chung Myung. He wouldn’t let Chung Myung fight alone.

Chung Myung’s back was like a shout. It told them, “Don’t give up! Fight until you drop!”

“Haaah!” Baek Cheon yelled.

He pushed his horse as fast as it could go, his teeth clenched tight. He just managed to catch up to Chung Myung. Without even thinking, Baek Cheon jumped off his horse and swung his sword. He stabbed an enemy soldier who was about to attack Chung Myung.

Crack.

He felt the sword cut through flesh and bone.

He felt the death through his sword, all the way to his fingers. It was a real feeling of death.

It wasn’t the first time he had killed someone, but he could never get used to it.

He couldn’t stop or hesitate. If he did, someone else would die because of him.

Swoosh!

“Aaaargh!”

Yu Yiseol was fighting on the other side. It was like she knew what he was thinking. She looked at an enemy with scary eyes and cut off his head quickly.

She was covered in so much blood that it sprayed from her uniform every time she moved. But her eyes stayed strong.

But Baek Cheon saw the faint trembling at the corners of Yu Yiseol’s lips.

“Uaaaargh!”

“Bloody hell!”

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong shouted from behind him. Tang Soso groaned.

Everyone was fighting as hard as they could.

‘They’re still keeping up. Those damned bastards…’

Then, Chung Myung attacked with his sword. He seemed to stretch his body, then suddenly disappeared as if he had sunk into the ground.

“What?”

Where did he go?

“He’s above us! Sasuk!”

What?

Baek Cheon looked up quickly. Chung Myung was in the middle of the blue sky.

“⋯⋯.”

Baek Cheon was stunned for a moment, staring at the sight.

Chung Myung jumped up into the air for a moment. Then he came down much faster than he went up.

Kwaaaang!

The enemy soldiers in the back didn’t see him coming. Chung Myung landed in the middle of them and swung his sword, cutting them down instantly.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

A scream echoed across the battlefield.

‘That damned bastard…!’ Baek Cheon thought.

Baek Cheon cursed inwardly and attacked the enemy soldier blocking his way.

Fighting as a team?

Helping each other?

Chung Myung didn’t think like that.

For Chung Myung, fighting together meant pushing each other as hard as possible. It meant using every bit of strength they had. It didn’t mean a strong fighter helping a weaker one.

Instead, Chung Myung’s back was shouting at them.

It was telling them to hold on and fight like they were going to die.

“Think I can’t do it, you damned bastard!”

Baek Cheon’s eyes were bloodshot. He roared and charged forward.

He began to cut down enemies with a killing power he had never shown before.

“Sasuk!”

Swoosh!

Yoon Jong’s sword stabbed someone who tried to attack Baek Cheon. But Baek Cheon didn’t even look. He just focused on the enemy in front of him and charged.

His stomach felt strange. At the same time, hot energy filled his sword.

Then,

A chill went through him.

His hair stood up. Baek Cheon stopped his sword suddenly.

He quickly saw why.

Chung Myung was staring at him through the enemy soldiers. His eyes were as cold as ice.

“⋯⋯.”

Baek Cheon felt like someone had splashed him with cold water. He regained his senses and gritted his teeth.

“Don’t get angry!”

“Yes!”

“Cool your head and keep your stance low! Don’t lose your cool!”

“Yes!”

He was also talking to himself.

Baek Cheon gripped his sword tightly again and lowered his body.

Then, Chung Myung looked away. He had been staring at Baek Cheon with cold eyes.

‘That bastard…’ Baek Cheon thought.

Even while fighting in the middle of the enemy, he had been watching him.

“This is a bit harsh, isn’t it, you bastard,” Baek Cheon said as he swung his sword.

“Keep up!”

“Yes!”

Chung Myung looked around with a bored expression.

“Stop him! He’s just one man! Hold him, grab his legs if you have to!”

“We have more people! Don’t be afraid, you fools!”

“Are you even soldiers with that kind of spirit!”

People shouted encouragement and anger from all directions.

Maybe the shouts worked, or maybe Chung Myung stopped his sword for a moment. The soldiers around him hesitated but slowly moved closer.

But Chung Myung smirked as he watched them.

“That’s why you’re just a bunch of kids,” he said.

They all rushed in as soon as he got their attention.

“Do you guys know something?”

“⋯⋯.”

“We’re not the only ones here, you know?”

The soldiers who heard him looked around, surprised.

“Even though that old man is naive, he’s not stupid.”

At that moment,

“Kill them all!”

“Oooooooh!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

The soldiers led by Yeo Sahon charged towards the side of the enemy formation with great power.

They had a good reason to fight, and they were inspired by the Hwasan disciples. They had high morale.

“Sh, shit! They’re over there!”

The enemy soldiers were confused and didn’t know what to do.

If the Hwasan disciples hadn’t attacked the middle of the formation, this attack wouldn’t have been a problem.

But they didn’t understand what it meant to break the formation in a battle.

This wasn’t a practice fight. It wasn’t a one-on-one fight to the death. It was war.

You can’t win if you don’t understand the difference.

“This is what happens when you don’t fight when you need to, when you try to feel safe when you’re not.”

Chung Myung looked past the soldiers blocking his way and towards the back.

He saw Seol Cheon-sang’s pale face. Chung Myung smiled brightly.

“Now it’s your turn,” he said.

Chung Myung flicked his sword and unleashed a strong energy towards the frozen enemy soldiers.