Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 816

Clang! Clang clang!

The sword and Jang Il-so’s ring crashed together. The sword was filled with power. It made a cold sound.

Chung Myung glared, his eyes full of fury, but Jang Il-so just sneered.

“How unfortunate,” Jang Il-so said.

Chung Myung didn’t respond.

Crack!

Jang Il-so grabbed Chung Myung’s Plum Blossom Sword and threw it away. Chung Myung spun around to keep his balance and landed back on the cliff.

“Hmmmm,” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so calmly dusted off the hand that had held the Plum Blossom Sword. He looked down at Chung Myung in a relaxed way.

“Do you know?” Jang Il-so asked.

“Know what?” Chung Myung asked.

“There’s nothing more sad than an actor who won’t leave the stage when their part is over,” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so’s red lips twisted into a smirk.

“Your part should have ended already. Why are you still here?” he asked.

“Role?” Chung Myung asked.

Chung Myung looked at Jang Il-so and smiled back. Their smiles were different, but both were strange. They both looked down on their opponent with contempt.

“Ah, I know my role very well. It’s to cut off your head and throw it to the dogs,” Chung Myung said.

“Oh, really?” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so shook his head, like Chung Myung couldn’t be helped.

“Such a bad actor. A really bad one. You don’t even know your part. Actors like that mess things up for everyone,” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so slowly took a step forward.

“It’s sad, but we have to drag actors like that off the stage, even if we have to use force,” he said.

“Is that so?” Chung Myung asked.

Chung Myung twirled his sword again and showed his teeth. He looked like he was smiling and snarling at the same time. He slowly said,

“I must be getting soft.”

“To think I’m standing here, listening to a little punk like you talk. If this were the old days, I would have shoved my sword down your throat before you could even speak.”

“Hahahahahahaha!” Jang Il-so laughed loudly.

It was a strange scene.

Below the cliff, a huge battle was happening. Disciples from the traditional groups were groaning, trying to avoid falling oil and rocks.

It was a scene where the fate of the world of martial artists was being twisted.

But these two men were chatting casually, as if none of that mattered. It was as if they were the only people in the world.

“Good. Really good. Do you know, Divine Dragon of Mount Hua? No, Chung Myung of Mount Hua. I really like you,” Jang Il-so said.

“That’s why it’s a pity. A real pity. The people I like never like me back. You’re the same, right?”

“No need to ask,” Chung Myung said.

“Yes, I guess not. Too bad. So… I guess there’s no choice, is there?” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so covered his face with his big, white hand. It was like he didn’t want Chung Myung to see his face.

But the crazy look in his eyes, visible between his fingers, made it easy to guess what he was feeling. He quietly mumbled something.

“I have no choice but to tear off your neck and kill you,” Jang Il-so said.

Chung Myung chuckled at those words.

“I only agree with the last part. I don’t agree with anything else. I hate you,” Chung Myung said.

Chung Myung pointed his sword straight at Jang Il-so.

“So I’ll use this chance to kill you,” he said.

“Hmm,” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so lowered his hand. His face was smiling again, and he tilted his head.

“It’s strange. You’re a very smart kid. Sometimes, you’re even scary. You must know that you can’t beat me alone,” he said.

Clang clang clang!

The rings on Jang Il-so’s hand rubbed together, making a strange sound.

“So why are you trying to die?” he asked.

“What nonsense,” Chung Myung said.

Chung Myung smirked and looked closely at Jang Il-so.

“Shouldn’t you know the answer?” he asked.

Chung Myung’s cold eyes and Jang Il-so’s soft eyes met.

“Yes, that’s right. I know. Of course, I know,” Jang Il-so said.

Jang Il-so nodded.

“I asked a silly question. How foolish of me. Climbing to the top isn’t about beating the people you can beat. It’s about pulling down the people you can’t. You bite their ankles, stab them with poison, and cover them in oil,” he said.

He spoke in a cold voice.

“That’s how you climb to the top. There’s no other way,” he said.

“You know it well,” Chung Myung thought with a smile.

This is why I hate Jang Il-so so much.

He understands too well, but he also doesn’t understand at all. It would be strange if I liked someone who was like that.

“It would be good for me to become your mountain, right? Come on, then. Let’s have fun,” Jang Il-so said.

“First,” Chung Myung said.

“Hm?” Jang Il-so asked.

Chung Myung held up two fingers.

“Two things to fix,” he said.

“First, don’t say such boastful talk about being a mountain. There’s no way a little punk like you could block my path,” Chung Myung said.

“Hahaha, hah! Yes! Yes!” Jang Il-so said.

“And second,” Chung Myung said.

Chung Myung smirked.

“Who said I was alone?” he asked.

At that moment, four figures jumped up from below the cliff.

Thud!

Baek Cheon, Yiseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo Gul landed next to Chung Myung. They stood ready to fight and glared at Jang Il-so.

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung twisted his neck.

“You might not understand, but the fights I’ve had until now have been my own. They had nothing to do with these guys,” he said.

“But if it’s you, it’s different. If I tried to beat you alone, these guys would try to stop me,” Chung Myung said.

“Absolutely not,” Baek Cheon said.

“I’ll kill you,” Yiseol said.

“I’ll grind you to dust!” Jo Gul said.

Jang Il-so laughed as he looked at the disciples of Mount Hua.

“I thought you were strong, but you’re just dogs. Being together makes you brave, does it?” he asked.

Chung Myung’s eyes showed a mean smile.

“Even if many weak dogs come together, they are still weak dogs. Trying hard won’t make them strong wolves.”

It was clear mockery, but instead of getting angry, Chung Myung chuckled.

“That’s not bad either.”

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-So’s eyes became smaller as he looked at Chung Myung. He didn’t expect this reaction. Chung Myung grinned, showing his teeth.

“…What better death for you than to be bitten to death by dogs?”

“⋯⋯.”

Jo Gul, who was listening nearby, laughed quietly.

“A dog’s death, quite literally.”

“Even that’s too good for him.”

“I’ll cut off his head.”

Jang Il-So looked surprised as he watched the Mount Hua disciples. They were talking so easily in front of him, the Tyrant.

‘These fellows are peculiar.’

Jang Il-So’s power didn’t come only from his strength. Even famous people were nervous when they faced him.

But these disciples stood in front of Jang Il-So, facing his anger without fear.

Were they just pretending to be brave?

No, even if they were pretending, it was still amazing.

Most people would be scared to talk back to someone dangerous like him.

“Mount Hua must be a special group.”

Jang Il-So looked down the cliff. He had waited as long as he could.

“Then try to cut off my head. Stop talking and fight.”

“I was just about to!”

Chung Myung took a battle stance, his heart pounding with excitement and a little fear.

“Sasuk! Careful!”

“Got it!”

“Be careful. He’ll kill you in an instant!”

“I know!”

“Sahyungs!”

“Yeah!”

“Don’t attack without thinking if you see a chance! He is like a very dangerous monster. If you attack without thinking, he will hurt you badly!”

“Understood!”

Chung Myung had never said such things to them even when facing the bishop. Which meant that Chung Myung now valued Jang Il-So more than that bishop.

Even though they were much stronger now, Chung Myung knew he might not win this fight.

The Five Swords became ready to fight. Their bodies were tight with excitement and fear.

Tyrant Jang Il-So. That important name was now in front of them. Not far away, but close enough to attack!

“Let’s go! Bite him to death!”

Bang!

The Five Swords kicked off the dusty ground at the same time, sending small stones flying. The mad dogs of Mount Hua charged towards the beast in front of them.

They charged at someone beyond normal, more like a monster than just a big tiger. Without any hesitation!

Chung Myung’s sword, leading the attack, flashed silver in the sunlight as it flew towards Jang Il-So.

Lightning Flash. This sword move was simple, with no fancy moves. Because it was so simple, it was incredibly fast.

The very fast sword tried to cut Jang Il-So’s neck.

Clang!

Jang Il-So quickly used his right hand to block Chung Myung’s sword. He grinned and then tried to hit Chung Myung’s head. But Chung Myung didn’t block or move back. Instead, he bravely moved closer to Jang Il-So.

Just then, two swords blocked Jang Il-So’s hand from hitting Chung Myung’s head.

Claaang!

Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol’s swords had blocked Jang Il-So’s hand aiming for Chung Myung’s head. Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol moved without a word, understanding each other perfectly. They knew they had to protect Chung Myung.

Chung Myung seemed to expect this. Without stopping, he moved closer to Jang Il-So and attacked his chest with the Twelve Swords move, all at once.

Paaaaat!

Sword energy came out like heavy rain.

“Hmm?”

Jang Il-So made a short sound and moved his body back a little.

CRASH!

In a very short time, Jang Il-So’s hand and Chung Myung’s sword hit each other dozens of times in the air. Even Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol couldn’t see every move clearly. They only saw a white blur moving very fast.

Paat!

Paaaaat!

Jang Il-So’s shoulder cloth tore at the same time as Chung Myung’s side was cut and bleeding.

But at that moment, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul, who had quickly followed behind Chung Myung, swung their swords under Chung Myung’s arms.

Jo Gul’s fast sword sent out dozens of sword energies, and Yoon Jong used his controlled sword to hit Jang Il-So’s hand, which was reaching for Chung Myung.

Paaaat!

Baek Cheon and Yu Yiseol weren’t just watching either.

Without even looking at each other, the two moved together.

Baek Cheon went very low to the ground and rushed forward, almost crawling. At the same time, Yu Yiseol jumped over Chung Myung and quickly moved towards Jang Il-So in the air.

Below and above.

Red sword energy, like plum blossoms opening, spread out and attacked Jang Il-So’s whole body, like drops of blood.

Jang Il-So’s eyes changed. He was starting to take them seriously.

“Insignificant insects! You dare to challenge me?”

Dark blue energy appeared in his hands and rose up like fire.

Paaaaat!

The plum blossom sword energy hit Jang Il-So’s power and broke apart right away.

Jang Il-So’s eyes followed Yu Yiseol, who had jumped into the air, like a hawk.

Just as Jang Il-So was about to hit, Chung Myung jumped up and kicked Jang Il-So’s head with his knee.

Clang!

Jang Il-So quickly blocked with his wrist, and Chung Myung’s knee hit it. Jang Il-So quickly twisted his wrist and pushed ten bursts of power at Chung Myung.

Bang! Clang! Claaaang! Clang!

Jang Il-So’s power and Chung Myung’s sword hit each other many times. Each time they hit, Chung Myung was pushed further and further back, unable to stop it.

At that moment, Jo Gul and Yoon Jong grabbed Chung Myung’s back and put their feet on the ground.

Claaaang!

Ggggrrr!

Chung Myung’s sword was stuck in the ground and was pulled back, making a long line in the dirt. But he succeeded in staying on the cliff.

Then, Yu Yiseol landed in front of Chung Myung. She looked at Jang Il-So with a fierce, angry look, like a wild cat ready to attack. At the same time, Baek Cheon quickly moved behind her to protect Chung Myung and pointed his sword at Jang Il-So.

“…Ha.”

Jang Il-So laughed quietly.

Drip.

A thick stream of red blood trickled down his pale white cheek, contrasting sharply with his skin.

Jang Il-So, lifting a finger to wipe the blood from his face, slowly applied the blood to his lips as if redrawing them.

“Quite…”

His lips were red like blood, or maybe even redder because they were covered in blood. Jang Il-So opened his blood-red lips and showed his very white teeth.

“Quite impressive, Mount Hua.”

Suddenly, the Five Swords felt a heavy pressure, like a mountain was pushing on them, making it hard to breathe.