Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 710

“Hurry up and get over here!” a harsh voice yelled.

A man groaned, “Ugh,” and started to run, sweat pouring down his face.

He was strange to look at. Dressed in rags, he looked like a beggar, but he was also very fat. He looked like he could roll down the street if someone pushed him. The beggar constantly wiped sweat with a dirty rag and leaned heavily against the wall.

“Haa… Haa… I… I’ve never been fond of running…”

“Hey!”

His complaining made the other beggars glare at him. But no one said anything more to scold him.

“How… How, haa, how did it go?”

“See for yourself!”

At the beggars’ short reply, the fat beggar sighed deeply.

“If only that Hong Daekwang hadn’t been so demanding, I wouldn’t be in this mess…”

“We are in the same group! Why are you acting so weak?”

“Don’t even start with me,” he said to the others. “Yes, we are in the same group and work for the same Buntaju. But that man has a very important job in the government. If I say no to him, and he becomes the Bangju later, I will be in big trouble.”

The man’s eyes drooped.

“He will make my life miserable.”

“Stop talking nonsense and hurry up here. You need to see this.”

“Alright, alright!”

The fat beggar, Wang Deok, sighed deeply before jumping up quickly, which was surprising for someone so fat.

Sitting on the wall, he glanced inside and jumped back.

“…What in the world is going on? Those youngsters wielding swords are all Sword Demons.”

“It’s not just that. Look closely. Hardly anyone is dead. They’re suppressing them without killing.”

Wang Deok’s happy face instantly turned grim. His cheerful look disappeared, and he stopped pretending to sweat, and his many chins started to shake a little.

“That…”

He paused, about to say something, then swallowed hard.

His eyes were very small. His eyes quickly looked past the fighting crowd and fixed on Chung Myung, who was wielding his sword—or rather, on those fighting against him.

“…Damn it, the Myriad Man House really did come. The Ironclad Clan invited a guest from the Myriad Man House, and I was hoping it was just a rumor.”

He had sent some beggars to check, but even the Beggars’ Union couldn’t get inside the Ironclad Clan.

If someone arrived silently and disappeared inside, even the Beggars’ Union couldn’t track them. They can’t see everything, especially if someone is hiding.

“Is it really the Myriad Man House?”

“The one using palm strikes is Heo Hyeong of the Myriad Man House. They say his palm strikes can shatter mountains and split rivers.”

“’One Palm Red’ Heo Hyeong?”

“Yes.”

Hearing Wang Deok’s words, the beggar stared intently at the Myriad Man House expert wielding palm strikes.

‘One Palm Red…’

One Palm Red, so named because the world turned red when he unleashed his palm strikes. He was a renowned master even within the Myriad Man House.

In a typical group, people called Daeju are famous outside the group. But inside, there are many strong people who are not Daeju. One Palm Red was one such individual.

‘Someone like that…’

At that moment, a figure staggered out from the ruins of the broken building. The instant Wang Deok saw him, covered in dust, he couldn’t help but groan.

“…Great Spirit Blade Mak Wei.”

“Ma, Mak Wei? That man?”

“…If my eyes don’t deceive me. Mak Wei and Heo Hyeong… What in the world is that Overlord thinking?”

In the past, it was a common occurrence within the Myriad Man House.

The Myriad Man House did everything it could to expand its influence. They not only formed their own forces and started wars but also readily sent their masters for money, using them as mercenaries.

However, after the Myriad Man House became known as one of the Five Overlords of the Divine Land and became more respected, they stopped sending their best fighters out often…

“Ah, no, wait a moment.”

Another beggar, who was also important in the Beggars’ Union, asked in surprise.

“Are those two Mak Wei and Heo Hyeong?”

“You heard me, why are you asking again?”

“Then the man who was kicked and sent flying by that young one just now is the Great Spirit Blade Mak Wei?”

“…What? Ki, kicked and sent flying?”

Wang Deok’s gaze shot towards a certain back. His pupils trembled.

Judging by Heo Hyeong’s distorted face and Mak Wei’s inability to contain his rage, it wasn’t hard to tell who held the upper hand.

Wang Deok, reassessing the situation, groaned.

“…Are those ridiculous rumors about the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua actually understated?”

Wang Deok, who had been chuckling in disbelief, suddenly turned his head sharply.

“Recheck those beggars we sent! If there’s a mistake and that monster escapes from here, something bad will happen.”

…Terrible, you say?

“Damn it! His skills are even greater than the rumors suggest, but are we sure he’s not as bad as the rumors say?”

“…”

The Black Badger Beggar, recalling the rumors about the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua spreading within the Beggars’ Union, quickly nodded with a pale face.

“I’ll go confirm.”

Wang Deok didn’t reply, only watching Chung Myung.

“…At this rate, I really will become half of myself…”

He sighed sadly.

“Th… Th… This… This is… terrible…”

The Great Spirit Blade Mak Wei felt his jaw with a trembling hand.

It seemed the jaw he had been kicked with was shattered. Every time he tried to force out a word, broken teeth fell out of his mouth.

“Cough!”

Blood also flowed from his injured tongue. The Great Spirit Blade’s eyes were red as he spat out blood and pieces of his mouth.

“Th… This son of a…”

His body was, of course, not in good condition. The impact of blocking One Palm Red Heo Hyeong’s palm strikes was tremendous, and he had even been kicked so hard that his jaw shattered and he was sent flying into a building. Naturally, his legs trembled, and his body felt like it was burning as his inner power was messed up.

But the pain felt in his flesh was nothing. He was furious at being kicked and made fun of by a young fighter from a good group, who was probably half his age. This anger easily suppressed all the pain.

“One.”

“What?”

Even as deadly anger poured out, enough to scare even the strongest fighters, Chung Myung stayed calm.

“Speak properly. I can’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Aaaaargh!”

Mak Wei, completely angry, charged forward, eyes red with anger. But then he stopped. At that moment, Heo Hyeong shouted.

“Stay calm, Mak Wei! If you charge in…”

But he stopped talking and closed his mouth suddenly.

‘If you charge in?’

What was the word that should follow?

‘Damn it.’

‘You’ll die.’ Yes, you’ll die.

The one standing before them was by no means inferior to them. No, even if they perfectly combined their attacks, they couldn’t guarantee victory against that absolute master.

Heo Hyeong’s little bit of pride left prevented him from saying ‘you’ll die’ out loud. And fortunately, Mak Wei seemed to understand the meaning as if he had heard it.

“Th…”

Scrape!

The sword held upside down scraped roughly against the ground.

“Stay calm. The opponent is strong. You can’t win by getting agitated.”

Heo Hyeong licked his dry lips.

‘I never imagined that the Overlord’s interest in him meant this.’

Considering his age, he had naturally assumed that the Overlord was interested in his potential. But Chung Myung, whom he had faced directly, was someone whose future didn’t need to be discussed.

He possessed the skill to stab a sword through their necks right now, so what was the point of discussing his future? It seemed difficult enough to return from this place alive.

There was no way the trash filling the rear could help them. They seemed barely able to handle those brought by the Divine Dragon of Mount Hua.

No… Even if they had extra strength, what help would those guys be?

In the end, he and Mak Wei would have to face that monster alone.

Heo Hyeong licked his lips once more and whispered.

“Even if he’s skilled, he’s still young. He’s bound to lack experience… First, stay calm…”

It was at that very moment.

Chung Myung’s body, which had been watching them calmly, leaning back slightly, moved incredibly fast. It meant he moved at an unbelievable speed, even to Heo Hyeong’s eyes, which were trained to see such things.

“Gasp!”

Heo Hyeong, terrified, tried to quickly pull his body back. But Chung Myung was faster than his eyes, faster than expected. Sensing Chung Myung’s sudden approach, Heo Hyeong instinctively attacked with his palms.

Hwaaa!

But palm strikes thrown in a hurry can’t be very accurate. The speed of release might have been fast, but they were weak.

Heo Hyeong couldn’t possibly be unaware of that fact.

“Taaap!”

The lack of precision could be solved by doing it a lot. His arms moved wildly, and palm strikes were unleashed quickly.

It was closer to trying desperately to dodge and block than an attack meant to defeat the enemy.

Heo Hyeong, palms hitting all around, desperately tried to get away from him, and it was at that very moment.

Thwack!

A scary sound rang in his ears.

In truth, no sound should have been audible. The palm strikes were exploding and filling the surroundings with resonance.

But Heo Hyeong clearly heard it. Whether it was an imaginary sound or not.

The upper part of the wall he had created with palm strikes was pierced. The instant he confirmed the sword point sticking out, Heo Hyeong’s eyes opened very wide.

Shwaaaaa!

Soon, a sound like a sharp knife rang out. At the same time, the sword that came through cut down, and the palm strikes were broken apart right away.

It had all happened in the blink of an eye.

Through the space made by the sword, Chung Myung moved like an arrow, face blank.

‘Ah, no…’

Even as his mind went blank, Heo Hyeong’s hand moved without thinking to attack with palms. But at that moment, he saw it.

Thwack!

Something sharp came out of his hand to attack with palms.

‘…A sword?’

At the same time, some of the power in his hand was messed up. The sword that had pierced his hand scraped on bone as it went further in.

Accompanied by a scary scraping sound.

Thwack!

“…”

Heo Hyeong, his mouth a little open, slowly looked down.

His eyes saw his chest, or rather, the sword in his chest. The sword that had pierced his palm had accurately pierced his chest.

Drip.

Blood flowing from his chest dripped down the sword and fell to the floor.

“You…”

Heo Hyeong looked at Chung Myung, not believing what happened.

Even though he had pierced the enemy’s heart, Chung Myung slowly opened his mouth with a cold face that showed no sign of emotion.

“Next time.”

The corner of his mouth turned up.

“Take care of your own life instead of worrying about others.”

“…”

“That’s how you survive on the battlefield, kid.”

The world, which had been full of bright colors, became blurry and dark.

Heo Hyeong’s body fell to the floor, helpless.

‘It was I who lacked experience…’

That was the last thought Heo Hyeong had before he died.

The other beggars watched in stunned silence as Chung Myung stood over Heo Hyeong’s body. Wang Deok’s face was pale, and he swallowed hard, realizing the rumors about Chung Myung were likely true, if not understated. The fight was over, but the implications of what they had just witnessed were only beginning to sink in.