Return Of The Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 704

“Taaah!” Yoon Jong shouted, swinging his sword. It was still in its holder, the scabbard.

Swinging a sword still in its scabbard made it heavy and harder to control. But for these enemies, it was enough.

*Wham! Wham!* The scabbard hit hard. Yoon Jong’s sword moved like fast lightning, hitting the foreheads of the Gold Sword Clan men coming at him. *Thwack! Thwaack!* The sounds were sharp.

He hit them just hard enough to knock them out, not to hurt them badly. It was much harder to stop someone without hurting them than to kill them. But Yoon Jong’s sword moved easily, light and quick.

“These, these bastards!”

“Be careful! They’re not ordinary!”

The Gold Sword Clan disciples, terrified by Yoon Jong’s strong presence, retreated.

“Where on earth did these guys come from!”

“Well, I said they came from the Mount Hua Sect…”

“Don’t back down! Are you going to show weakness to those heretics!”

“We’re not heretics!”

Yoon Jong swung his arm again, and brilliant sword energy erupted from the tip of his blade.

“That wicked sword energy! These guys are definitely heretics!”

“We’re not!”

‘This is driving me crazy, really!’

‘Should I unleash the Plum Blossom Sword Technique?’

The impulse stirred within him. But Yoon Jong quickly shook his head.

The Plum Blossom Sword Technique has too many variations, making it difficult even for the user to fully control the sword energy. And his Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique is not yet complete.

If he unleashed it clumsily and someone got hurt, they might really have to hide the fact that they were from the Mount Hua Sect and run away.

‘That’s the one thing that must never happen!’

Chung Myung is the one who causes trouble, not us.

So, for now…

“Aaaargh! Take this! Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Plum Blossom Dodo…”

“Don’t! You madman!”

The sword Yoon Jong threw without thinking, scabbard and all, slammed into Jo Gul’s head.

“Kyaaa!”

Jo Gul, with the momentum he had from charging forward, face-planted into the ground and slid a good distance.

“…Uh…”

Yoon Jong blinked, not expecting to hit him so squarely.

“Are you alright?”

“…”

“You’re still alive, right?”

“…I’m dead.”

“Ah, good. That’s a relief.”

Yoon Jong, walking over to retrieve his sword, sternly told him.

“Use the Six Harmony Sword and Seven Plum Sword techniques to stop them, so people don’t get hurt!”

“…Is that something someone who just slammed a sword into the back of someone’s head should be saying?”

“You’re strong, so it’s fine.”

…What is a Taoist?

Jo Gul turned his head without thinking.

He could clearly see the various ‘Taoists’ neatly beating down the Gold Sword Clan warriors.

“I’m sorry! I’ll apologize later! It wasn’t intentional… Ouch, he got hit. He should have dodged…”

Baek Cheon was saying words that would make people very angry, without any guilt.

“Waist!”

*Wham!*

Yoo Iseol, with her sword still in its scabbard so she wouldn’t cut, swung her sword fiercely, as if she had no intention of showing mercy once she drew it.

Besides…

“I’m pretty good at the Seven Plum Sword now!”

If you looked closely, you could see that Tang Soso was still clumsy, but she was now showing a decent ‘swordsman’ appearance.

In front of those skilled (?) fighters, the Gold Sword Clan warriors were being swept away like fallen leaves.

‘Well, there’s nothing I can do.’

In Jo Gul’s view, the Gold Sword Clan warriors were too fragile and delicate to face those human weapons.

‘But you should consider yourselves lucky.’

At least there are only people here who know what common sense is.

Jo Gul turned his head and saw the back of that senseless bastard.

Jo Gul clenched his sword tightly again, feeling sorry for those who would have to face that guy from now on.

“Hehehehe.”

Was this the expression of a cat cornering a mouse?

A most satisfied smile appeared on Chung Myung’s lips.

“S, Third… Third Elder.”

Sang Man-hui looked from Chung Myung to the Elder on the ground, then back again. His face lost all its color, turning the grey of ash.

‘The Third Elder…’

Oh Pil, the Third Elder of the Gold Sword Clan, was a master even he couldn’t treat lightly. No, if you only considered skill, he was even better than him.

But that Oh Pil was now lying on the ground, eyes rolled back and foaming at the mouth.

“W, What is this…”

“Ssssh! Haaa!”

Chung Myung took a long, deep breath and cracked his neck loudly from side to side.

“Hey, Mister.”

“…Yes?”

Sang Man-hui was momentarily overwhelmed by his energy and without thinking, used polite words. He quickly realized his mistake, but Chung Myung didn’t give him a chance to correct himself.

“I don’t feel like talking much, so get out of the way. The only business I have is with that bastard.”

“Th, That…”

Sang Man-hui didn’t know what to do and swallowed hard.

He desperately wanted to back down. Looking at the way things were going, it was clear that he couldn’t handle this madman. How could he stop someone who the Third Elder couldn’t even scratch?

But he couldn’t back down either.

Sometimes, face is more important than practicality. What would happen if rumors spread that the Deputy Head of the Gold Sword Clan had given in to the threats of someone whose identity he didn’t even know and handed over a disciple of Mount Hua? From that day on, the Gold Sword Clan would not be respected anymore in Nanchang.

In short, they would have to close down their clan.

“Y, You! Do you think you can threaten a disciple of Mount Hua, no matter how strong you are?”

So now, all he could rely on was the good name of Mount Hua.

But the moment he heard those words, Chung Myung’s face twisted.

“But this guy is really making me very angry from earlier. How did he get the position of Deputy Head if he doesn’t understand anything?”

“…What?”

“Hey, you frustrating old man! It’s about time you figured it out! We’re from the Mount Hua Sect!”

Chung Myung pointed his finger at Jin Yang-geon.

“That bastard is a swindler!”

Sang Man-hui slowly turned his gaze towards where Chung Myung was pointing. There was Jin Yang-geon, his face pale.

He seemed relaxed, but he couldn’t control his face or sweat. Sang Man-hui’s mouth slowly opened as he saw the cold sweat and pale face on his forehead.

“C, Could it be…”

The moment his pupils began to shake.

“Protect the Deputy Head!”

“Inoooooooom!”

The warriors of the Gold Sword Clan, seeing Chung Myung enter the Deputy Head’s office, kicked down the door and rushed inside without looking back.

“Ah, no…”

Normally, he would have been more than happy with their high level of loyalty. But at this moment, Sang Man-hui resented that loyalty.

Those who had flown into the Deputy Head’s office in an instant swarmed Chung Myung from all sides.

And at that moment.

“Aoh!”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue, annoyed, and stomped his foot hard.

Suddenly, a bright blue light flashed from his eyes. Then, Chung Myung’s fist shot up and hit the man charging at him right on the jaw.

“Why!”

Wham!

The man’s chin was hit hard, and he flew up into the air like a cannonball. He crashed into the ceiling with a loud bang.

“Can’t you understand me!”

Wham!

Next, a strong kick hit another attacker on the side.

“Ugh….”

The man’s back bent like a shrimp, and he flew backward faster than he had come. It sounded like air rushing out of something.

Crash!

He crashed into the wall, but the wall was weak and broke easily. The man disappeared through the hole.

Flash!

Chung Myung looked at the other attackers with angry eyes.

“Hiek!”

The men who were running at him finally understood something was very wrong and tried to stop. But they couldn’t stop right away.

The angriest face they had ever seen was suddenly right in front of them.

“Can’t you understand anything I’m saying, you idiots!”

Chung Myung’s fists flew everywhere.

He wasn’t using a real fighting style, just a mess of punches. But these punches were so fast, they looked like many fists hitting at once. It was like a real fighting technique, but messy.

Thwack!

A fist hit the man in front right in the eye.

He felt a dizzying pain.

Before he could scream, another punch hit his jaw, and then many more punches came down like rain.

Pow pow pow pow pow pow pow!

It was like a wall made of fists.

The punches hit everyone like a collapsing wall.

“Aaaargh!”

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Ugh! Keuh-heuk!”

The men flew into the air like frogs kicked by a running child.

It was hard to believe this was real, watching people fly like that instead of stones or frogs.

After easily sending all the attackers flying, Chung Myung walked towards the man who had slipped and avoided the punches.

Everything was quiet for a moment.

Their eyes met.

Snatch.

Chung Myung grabbed the man by the collar and started punching him without stopping.

“If you’re going to be dumb, at least learn quickly!”

Thwack!

“I’m talking to you! I’m from the Mount Hua Sect! Huh? Never heard of the Mount Hua Sect?”

Smack!

“Seriously! I’ve never had to prove I’m from the Mount Hua Sect before. What? Should I wear plum blossoms in my hair? Huh? Or should I draw a Plum Blossom Sword Technique on your body?”

Splat!

Thud.

The man’s jaw was twisted, and he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.

Chung Myung clicked his tongue and stood up.

“I told you to talk it over.”

When? When did he say that?

Sang Man-hui had to keep the question to himself. Chung Myung was now glaring at him.

“So….”

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung stretched his neck and made fists. The sound of his bones cracking was scary. Sang Man-hui had heard those sounds many times, but now he felt scared all over.

“If you still don’t believe me, how about you find out for yourself?”

Sang Man-hui shook his head hard.

He didn’t care if this man was really from the Mount Hua Sect or just a fake hired by the Iron Wheel Gang. He only knew one thing: if he said, ‘I still don’t believe you,’ he would end up like the others, foaming at the mouth.

Chung Myung tilted his head.

“You believe me now?”

“I… I believe you!”

“Right? Hee hee.”

Chung Myung smiled as Sang Man-hui stuttered.

“See? Being nice to people always works. Heh! Really.”

“……”

Sang Man-hui couldn’t speak.

He was certainly being nice to everyone. It was the first time he had seen someone beat people so nicely.

“Vice-Chief?”

“Yes? Ah… Ah, yes!”

“If you understand, move aside….”

Chung Myung, who had been smiling, suddenly stopped. He quickly looked around.

“Huh?”

His face turned angry in a moment.

“Where did that guy go?”

“Yes?”

Sang Man-hui turned around, surprised.

The chair where Jin Yang-geon had been sitting was empty. He had run away with the papers Sang Man-hui had given him.

“Wh, where….”

“That guy dared to run?”

Chung Myung’s eyes were like fire.

He looked at the open window and gritted his teeth.

“I was going to let you off easy, but now you’re dead! You con artist!”

Chung Myung looked ready to jump at any moment. He turned and glared at Sang Man-hui.

Sang Man-hui felt scared. Chung Myung spoke angrily.

“If you let that guy get away, you’re dead too.”

“……Yes?”

“I’ll destroy the Golden Sword Bureau or whatever it is. You better hope he gets caught!”

Thump!

The floor seemed to shake as Chung Myung jumped up and disappeared from sight.

Sang Man-hui stared at the spot where Chung Myung had been standing. Then, the Mount Hua Five Swordsmen came into the office. They looked around and sighed.

“Where’d he go?”

“Looks like that guy ran away.”

“Looks like Chung Myung went after him?”

“Ha…. Today is just a day for running. Let’s go!”

“Yes!”

They also ran to the window and jumped out.

“……”

Sang Man-hui was left alone in the mess. He looked at the window and then turned around. He could hear people groaning and crying in pain.

“Ugh….”

“Ah…. I’m dying….”

“M, my back….”

“……”