Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 579

People in Jangsa were shocked. Bandits were attacking, and Mount Hua was fighting back, but something was very wrong.

Kwaaaang!

A deafening roar exploded. One bandit flew backwards like a broken doll, a spray of red blood painting the air.

Aaaaargh!

Kooowoong!

Everyone was speechless, staring blankly at the pathetic sight of him fluttering through the air before crashing to the ground.

What in the world is going on?

It looks like they’re getting beaten one-sidedly.

I mean, how is that even possible?

The residents of Jangsa couldn’t help but doubt their very eyes.

Bandits had invaded. The disciples of the Mount Hua Sect who discovered them stood to block their path.

Up to this point, there was no need to overthink; it was a straightforward situation.

But the problem was the chaos.

Sounds like they’re herding cattle?

Looks like they’re the cattle.

Crazy cattle, at that.

…

People thought Mount Hua, as Taoists, would fight bandits in a special, skilled way.

But instead, it looked like a messy street fight between gangs.

What was strange was that the Mount Hua Taoists were winning this messy fight easily. Messy fights are usually what ‘Black Road’ gangs are good at, not Taoists.

No… is that…?

It was so strange, it was hard to even describe.

Didn’t they just say Daebyeolchae? If it’s Daebyeolchae, doesn’t that mean the infamous bandit camp on Daebyeolsan Mountain? Even good, well-known groups don’t like to go there…

Y-yes, I think so?

…Then why are they getting beaten so one-sidedly?

No one could answer that question.

Of course, it wasn’t that they had no expectations for Mount Hua. They believed that since it was now a place with a decent reputation, they would somehow deal with those bandits.

But ‘deal with’ didn’t usually mean beating them to a pulp so unilaterally, did it?

Was Mount Hua this strong?

Hmph… I know that reputations aren’t built for nothing, but…

They were simply dumbfounded.

Those who didn’t know the affairs of the Jianghu well were surprised by the unfolding situation, and those who prided themselves on knowing it well were even more surprised.

It was true that Mount Hua was gaining fame, but that only meant that its reputation had improved compared to before. No one seriously compared Mount Hua to the Nine Great Sects or the Five Great Clans, the sects that dominated the Jianghu.

But now, the disciples of Mount Hua were overwhelmingly pushing back the bandits of the Green Forest Seventy-Two Camps.

This surprised everyone a lot.

Kwaaaang!

At that moment, with a massive explosion, another bandit collapsed.

Seeing the trembling body and the blood flowing from his head, people involuntarily turned their heads away.

Is this the time to feel sorry for a bandit?

But honestly, don’t they look more like bandits?

That…

Then, someone cautiously opened their mouth to interpret this absurd situation.

Maybe they’re not such great bandits?

I heard them say Daebyeolchae, though.

How can you trust a bandit’s words? And maybe Daebyeolchae isn’t as great as we think…

It was at that very moment.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

A massive roar, like a thunderbolt, erupted, and a blue sword light soared into the sky.

Crack! Crunch!

As the flying blade of light struck the building, the building split open as if struck by a giant axe.

…

Everyone was speechless at the power of a single strike that nearly cleaved a large building in two. How could a human made of flesh and bone withstand such tremendous force…

Wow, this guy’s got some strength.

…stand.

Oh, he can stand it.

In front of Dongwoong, who had unleashed intense blade energy, Jo Gul leisurely twirled his sword.

Even though he had clearly witnessed the terrifying power of the blade strike with his own eyes, there was still no sign of tension on his face. Maybe he is just naturally relaxed.

In any case, what was certain was that his relaxed face was subtly scratching at Dongwoong’s nerves.

That damn brat…!

Wow.

Jo Gul widened his eyes and said at Dongwoong’s gritted words.

Bandits are definitely different. I’ve heard ‘kid’ and ‘brat’ a lot, but I’ve never heard anyone openly call me a ‘brat’ like that.

He grinned as if he found it amusing.

Dongwoong’s face flushed red at his nonchalant reaction.

I’ll tear your mouth apart!

Dongwoong sent out a long, blue sword light and attacked Jo Gul.

The blue blade energy plunged down as if to cleave his body in two, but Jo Gul didn’t retreat; instead, he lunged forward and extended his sword.

Paaah!

His sword, transformed into a ray of light, flew towards Dongwoong’s neck in an instant. Dongwoong, realizing that his neck would be pierced before he could even split the brat in two, frantically twisted his blade to the side.

But before his blade could even push it away, Jo Gul’s sword was retrieved at an even faster speed. And then, it surged towards Dongwoong in a different direction, aiming for him.

Paaah!

Blood spurted out as Dongwoong’s cheek was split open.

What, what is this…?

There was no time to continue thinking.

Paaah! Paaah!

In an instant, dozens of sword shadows targeted his entire body. This young Taoist brat’s sword was faster than anything he had ever seen.

Eura-cha!

As if things weren’t bad enough, Jo Gul jumped up and started sending sword attacks down from above.

As the fluttering sword energy rained down like flower petals, Dongwoong screamed, not knowing what to do.

Aaaargh! You monkey-like bastard!

Accurate assessment.

Agreed.

Why couldn’t we think of that until now?

Baek Cheon and his friends felt a little ashamed of themselves.

The fact that someone they had just met today had found an expression that they, who had been with Jo Gul for years, had not, meant that their interest in Jo Gul was lacking.

But wasn’t he not like that before?

There’s some truth to that.

Definitely. It’s gotten worse since he met that Chung Myung.

Everyone clicked their tongues as if they had made a promise, watching Jo Gul drive Dongwoong into a corner.

Certainly…

Baek Cheon’s eyes darkened slightly.

In terms of the sharpness of his sword, no one in Mount Hua could match Jo Gul. That wasn’t something that could be learned. It was a skill that required innate talent, a sense for the sword.

Heaven is unkind. Why to that guy.

No. Isn’t Heaven being merciful? If he couldn’t even use a sword, he wouldn’t be human.

Who? Chung Myung?

Ah… Of course, there too.

Yoon Jong smiled bitterly, watching Jo Gul’s sharp sword strikes and Dongwoong’s attempts to block them.

How strange.

You could tell just by looking at how he wielded his blade. The skill of that Dongwoong wasn’t that far behind the leaders of the Myriad Man House they had faced in the past.

Back then, Jo Gul and Yoon Jong had to work together to barely face a leader-level opponent. But now, Jo Gul alone was unilaterally pushing Dongwoong back.

It wasn’t just because he had gained the upper hand. Objectively speaking, Jo Gul’s skill was definitely overwhelming Dongwoong.

You have to experience real combat…

He finally understood what that Chung Myung meant. It was true that his inner strength had been renewed by taking additional Jasodan and Gongcheong Seokyu, but there was another reason why Jo Gul’s sword was overwhelming Dongwoong’s blade.

That precision and boldness. And the calmness to completely grasp the opponent in the midst of it all.

That wasn’t something that could be cultivated through training.

Fighting many battles in the Northern Sea, where his life was in danger, made Jo Gul’s sword skills very sharp.

Haha! You’re too slow!

Oh…

His personality is also very sharp.

You’re going to get cut, Jo Gul.

Jo Gul pushed Dongwoong even harder, raising his momentum even further.

Red wounds gradually began to increase on Dongwoong’s massive body.

Th, this!

Dongwoong, his face red with anger, gritted his teeth, but there wasn’t much he could do.

This sword wasn’t just fast. The power contained in the sword was enough to terrify even Dongwoong, and its precision made him involuntarily shake his head.

With ordinary power, he would give up his shoulder and try to split his opponent, but he didn’t dare to take a risk in the face of this sword’s power.

He was just a young brat with barely any peach fuzz, but his sword was like that of a seasoned veteran who had lived on the battlefield his whole life.

J, just once!

Just one chance was enough.

If he was given one chance, he could push his opponent back based on his divine power and inner strength.

But.

Dongwoong wasn’t even given that one chance.

Charrrrr!

A sound like long chains rubbing against each other rang out. Then, incredibly beautiful plum blossom petals began to scatter across his front. They weren’t real flowers, but made of sword energy, each one sharp as a razor.

Dongwoong widened his eyes until they were about to tear.

What kind of swordsmanship was this?

Dongwoong was mesmerized by the unrealistic sight he had never seen before. Even though he knew that a battle was in full swing, he couldn’t help but be captivated.

He didn’t know.

That the moment he was captivated by this splendor, the match was as good as decided.

Paaah!

Guh…

Dongwoong’s gaze turned to his right chest.

To be exact, he was looking at the white sword that had cleanly pierced through his chest. The chill emanating from the sword gradually spread throughout his body.

Heok!

Dongwoong, regaining his senses, retreated in a daze.

Gush!

As the sword was pulled out of the wound, red blood gushed out. Hurriedly trying to stop the bleeding, Dongwoong looked at Jo Gul across from him with disbelief.

How boring.

Jo Gul flicked the blood off the tip of his sword and approached Dongwoong.

Compared to those demonic cult bastards, this doesn’t even feel like a fight.

Even after Jo Gul said those insulting words, Dongwoong couldn’t fight back. All he could do now was uphold his last bit of pride.

The difference in skill was clear. There was no way he could face someone he couldn’t handle with a healthy body with an injured one.

But he couldn’t show weakness to a brat who hadn’t even lived half his life, could he?

You little… do you know who I am…?

Dongwoong said this with his last bit of pride, but Jo Gul’s reaction was completely uninterested.

Hey, mister.

Jo Gul curled up the corners of his lips.

I’ve been through too much to be scared by those words.

Jo Gul kicked off the ground and flew towards Dongwoong.

Swaeeeeek!

The swift and unparalleled sword created dozens of sword shadows in the air and fell towards Dongwoong.

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Shoulder. Waist. Abdomen. Thigh.

It cut through Dongwoong’s entire body like a ray of light.

Kuh…

A wind-like groan escaped from Dongwoong’s mouth. He was already trying to turn around to look at Jo Gul, who had passed him.

But.

Thud!

Before his head could even fully turn, his body collapsed.

…

Dongwoong’s completely unconscious figure was clearly imprinted in the eyes of the bandits who were still fighting.

Swish.

Jo Gul, sheathing his sword, glanced at Dongwoong.

If you feel wronged, you can go to the Northern Sea once, too.

It was a word that Dongwoong would have spat blood if he had heard it.