Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 707

If anyone saw Chung Myung and heard him speak, they would think he was just showing off.

He was just one person, a fighter from Mount Hua, facing hundreds of bandits with weapons.

People say ‘one against a hundred’ or ‘one against a thousand’ because it’s almost impossible to win.

If it was easy, it wouldn’t be so impressive.

So, most people would think Chung Myung was just pretending to be brave to hide his fear. It seemed like the only sensible explanation.

But the bandits facing him? They didn’t think he was joking.

Their spear points shook a little.

More than that, their eyes were wide and darting around, like they were looking for a way to run.

The Iron Helmet Bandits were part of the Demonic Sect, or what some might call an evil group, and they were used to seeing blood.

But even they couldn’t stand the deadly feeling coming from Chung Myung.

Beon Song saw his men losing courage and shouted, “What are you doing!”

He was a fighter who had been in many battles, so he knew that if you lose your nerve before a fight, you’ve already lost.

“The enemy is just a few people! Nothing to be afraid of!”

If Beon Song was younger and braver, he would have run at Chung Myung himself.

He knew leading the charge was the best way to make his men brave.

But now, he just shouted from behind.

He couldn’t find the bravery to move forward.

“Damn it,” he thought.

His hand, the one that had stopped Chung Myung’s sword, was still shaking.

“What kind of sword skill was that?” Just thinking about it made him shiver.

If he had made a small mistake, that sword would have cut through his spear and him too.

The fear of dying in that moment kept him stuck to the ground.

It felt like dark hands were grabbing his ankles, holding him back.

“Kill them all!” Beon Song shouted.

He shouted as loud as he could to hide that his voice was shaking.

It was the best he could do.

It was a simple plan, but it worked.

His men were trained to obey orders.

As soon as he said the word, they took a step forward, even if they were scared.

And once they moved, they couldn’t stop.

As the men in front moved, the ones behind them rushed forward too.

They felt a little better not being in the front, and the push from behind made it impossible for the leaders to stop.

“Haaah!”

“Dieeee!”

Their eyes were wide with anger, and they charged at Chung Myung, gritting their teeth.

They felt brave because they weren’t alone.

But they forgot something important: too much courage is just being reckless.

Chung Myung took a step forward.

Dozens of steel spears rushed at him like angry bees, ready to turn him into a hedgehog.

Chung Myung didn’t move until the spears were right in front of him.

Then, his eyes changed from calm to sharp, and his sword flashed like lightning.

Clang!

It was more of a hit than a slice.

When he hit the first spear, something strange happened.

The spear was knocked aside and blocked the spear coming right behind it.

The spears crashed into each other, shaking and tangling together.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

“What!”

“Th-this!”

It was a mistake that no one who used spears or practiced fighting together would make.

Actually, the Iron Helmet Bandits didn’t make a mistake.

It was just that they were fighting Chung Myung.

Chung Myung stopped their attack with one hit and then darted into the space where the spears had been.

“Oh!”

His sword, held low, rose like a snake hiding in the grass.

Fwoooosh!

The sword moved so fast it looked like many swords at once.

They stabbed into the bandits who were still trying to get their spears back.

Snikt! Snikt! Snikt!

The sword tips pierced the men’s bodies without stopping.

It sliced open legs, stabbed stomachs, broke shoulders, and cut necks.

Fwoooosh!

The blue sword stabbed into places where death would come quickly.

Each move was exact and without mercy.

Splaatter!

Blood sprayed from the wounds, dark red against the dusty ground.

Anyone could see it.

They would die if they didn’t stop the bleeding right away.

Losing too much blood could kill a person fast.

If they didn’t want to die, they had to drop their spears and stop the bleeding.

The Iron Helmet Bandits dropped their spears and grabbed at their necks and legs.

Snikt.

Chung Myung walked past them like they were nothing.

His body moved on, but his sword didn’t stop.

Chung Myung’s sword cut the ankles of those who were falling.

Those who couldn’t keep their balance fell like bundles of old straw.

“Guh.”

Those who had their necks cut didn’t even scream.

They just grabbed their wounds and fell.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

Those who were stabbed in the legs and stomachs screamed terribly, groaning and shaking on the ground.

Different screams came from everywhere, almost breaking their eardrums.

Of course, fear spread quickly.

If the men in front had just died with one strike, it wouldn’t have been so bad.

Even seeing bodies cut in half wouldn’t have been so scary.

But what they were seeing was strange, even for them, who had seen blood and death in many battles.

Wherever the swordsman with the blank face went, men fell, bleeding from their arms and legs, and twisting in pain.

Their eyes showed how scared they were of dying.

It was too much to see the looks of men who knew they were dying.

Chung Myung’s face, which was causing all this, was the same as always.

It was like he was used to this.

His blank face and the scene behind him made the watchers feel strangely afraid.

“I clearly said,” he spoke.

His voice wasn’t loud, almost a whisper, but it was clear.

“There will be no more warnings.”

Thud.

Chung Myung started walking forward again.

Blood dripped from his pants, which were soaked in blood.

Just as Beon Song was about to shout again…

Fwoooosh!

Chung Myung jumped off the ground and ran at the Iron Helmet Bandits with scary speed.

“Gasp!”

The Iron Helmet Bandits raised their spears, filled with fear, and used all their strength.

Spears are usually better for defense than attacking.

When many spears point forward, they make a strong wall of sharp points.

Anyone would stop when they saw that wall of blue energy.

But Chung Myung’s face didn’t change at all.

Seeing the wall of spears, Chung Myung got even faster and jumped forward, raising his sword high.

And then…

Fwaaaang!

The sword came down with a sound that ripped through the air.

The power from the sword made a circle of energy.

The sword energy hit the wall of spears hard.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The flying sword energy caused a big explosion when it hit the wall.

As energy crashed against energy, a strong wind blew through the area.

“Ugh!”

“Kuh!”

The men in the front fell, but the spear wall didn’t break completely.

The others held on tight to their spears, even though their hands were bloody.

Or at least, they tried to hold on.

But then…

Fwoooosh!

Chung Myung’s sword flashed again, like a ray of light.

This time, he attacked like he was using a spear, not a sword.

His sword moved so fast it looked like many swords, and each one hit the tip of a spear.

Spear tip against sword tip.

They hit each other again and again, so fast it was impossible to see.

“What?” Beon Song’s eyes went wide.

It was impossible!

Even if a spear was still, it was hard to hit just the tip.

And even if you could, you couldn’t hit it hard enough to push it back.

But these spears were moving!

How could he hit so many moving spears, perfectly every time?

It wasn’t just skill; it was like magic.

The bandits who weren’t holding their spears tightly enough because of the explosion couldn’t hold on against Chung Myung’s power.

The spears were ripped from their hands and pushed back.

“Aaaaaaargh!”

“Kuh-ugh!”

A spear wall is only strong if you can hold the spears.

Even a thousand men are useless if they can’t hold their weapons.

Chung Myung ran into the broken spear wall.

Fwoooosh!

His sword was like a snake, quick and deadly.

It stabbed into the bandits’ weak spots.

Snikt! Snikt!

The sound of the sword cutting through flesh was cold and cruel.

“Guh-ruh-ruhk!”

“Kuaaack!”

The bandits screamed.

Some were lucky, just cut on the leg or shoulder.

Others were not.

Some were cut in the neck, blood bubbling from their mouths as they fell.

Others were stabbed in the lungs, falling forward with a gasp of air.

“You bastard!” One bandit, his hands bloody, grabbed his spear again and charged at Chung Myung, screaming with rage.

But then he saw Chung Myung’s face.

Cold.

Empty.

The bandit’s blood turned to ice.

He knew he had made a mistake.

Thwack!

Chung Myung’s sword went through his shoulder like it was nothing.

The pain made him drop his spear.

The sword came back out even faster, hitting the spear as it went.

Clang!

The last thing the bandit saw before he fell was many sword shadows coming at him.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Shoulder, chest, stomach, even ankle.

His body, cut in a dozen places, fell like a sack of straw.

Plop.

The other bandits went pale.

They started to step back.

Then Chung Myung turned around, his face still empty, and said, “Let’s continue.”

His voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but everyone heard it.

“There will be no more warnings.”

Thud.

Chung Myung walked forward again.

Blood dripped from his pants.

Then he ran at them like a black streak of lightning.