Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 819

High on a cliff, bright red plum blossoms seemed to burst open.

Baek Cheon held his sword tight. Energy flowed from the tip, pushed by the wind that whipped around the cliff edge. This energy turned into flowers, red as fresh blood, blooming in the air. Baek Cheon’s face was tight with focus. *This has to work,* he thought, putting everything he had into this one move.

Baek Cheon’s eyes were tight with focus. He had never put so much effort into making plum blossoms before. This delicate and vivid plum blossom held everything Baek Cheon had.

Above the plum blossoms that Baek Cheon had made with all his power, a blue energy soared. The blue energy was so strong it seemed to freeze the soul. It crashed over the plum blossoms like a huge wave.

The plum blossoms had lived through the cold winter, hot sun, and strong winds to finally bloom. But they were helplessly swept away by the blue wave.

Baek Cheon’s face twisted.

Boom!

But that wasn’t all. The blue energy crushed the plum blossoms and then shot out like a viper’s tongue towards Baek Cheon.

Kuk!

It felt like the energy was alive. A shiver went down his back at the bad feeling hidden in that power.

Crack!

The Plum Blossom Sword, filled with all of Baek Cheon’s energy, hit the incoming energy.

Kkeueuk!

Baek Cheon barely stopped himself from groaning.

His grip felt like it would break. The power in the energy was much stronger than he thought.

Hold on….

The blue energy covering the Plum Blossom Sword twisted and pulsed like it was alive. It covered the whole sword and surged towards Baek Cheon.

What?

His body moved faster than his mind. Baek Cheon rolled away as if he had been thrown. The blue energy almost hit him, passing just above.

Sweat poured down his face like rain.

The energy feels alive!

It was an unbelievable move. Using the leftover energy from their fight to attack again? Who could do that?

Crack!

Baek Cheon stuck his sword into the ground and quickly stood up. Without thinking, he kicked off the ground and charged at Jang Il-so.

He knew that if his sword stopped, the blue energy would attack his friends. He could never let that happen.

He had almost died.

If he hadn’t rolled away fast enough, he would be lying in a pool of blood, getting cold.

Was he afraid?

Don’t be ridiculous.

He wasn’t afraid of dying. He was afraid of living and watching his friends die.

I’ll be the first to die!

That was what Baek Cheon of Mount Hua believed.

Then, he saw Chung Myung flying towards Jang Il-so like an arrow.

Chung Myung!

Wham!

The energy covered Chung Myung. But Chung Myung’s sword started to create many plum blossoms. Each one was bright and seemed alive.

But even more amazing than that was how many there were. It was too hard to chase one flower in a forest of plum blossoms that had bloomed like a cloud.

Crack!

The blue energy soared like hungry blue flames, licking at the air, ready to burn everything. Chung Myung’s plum blossoms filled the air.

Thud!

Chung Myung jumped into the air and brought his plum blossom sword energy down on Jang Il-so’s energy in one strike.

Wham!

He cut the energy in half and moved forward as smoothly as flowing water.

But Jang Il-so was already rushing at him, like he knew what Chung Myung would do.

Haha!

Jang Il-so spread his arms wide, his sleeves fluttering like red wings.

Wham!

Strikes came like flashes of light.

As Chung Myung’s sword, filled with red energy, flew in, Jang Il-so’s sleeves became sharp like blades.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Jang Il-so’s sleeves and Chung Myung’s sword crashed together in the air. Even though it was sleeves and a sword, it sounded like swords hitting each other.

Not bad…!

Wham!

Jang Il-so twisted his head sharply, stopping his words. Chung Myung’s sword barely missed his face.

The sword, fast and strong, stopped in the air and then turned to aim for Jang Il-so’s neck.

Jang Il-so’s back arched. Chung Myung’s sword brushed past just in front of his nose. Or so he thought.

Wham!

Chung Myung’s sword, which had stopped, changed direction in the air again to strike down Jang Il-so.

Jang Il-so’s eyes opened wide. He fell to the ground.

Wham!

Jang Il-so hit the ground with his hand, twisting his body to avoid Chung Myung’s sword. He quickly spun in the air. At the same time, his feet launched dozens of kicks at Chung Myung.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Chung Myung quickly raised his sword, blocking all the kicks. But with each hit, he was pushed back a little.

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong saw the chance he had made.

Euryaaaa!

Jo Gul flew in like lightning, striking down with his sword at Jang Il-so, who was still in the air. At the same time, Yoon Jong came in from the other side, drawing a clean plum blossom that covered Jang Il-so.

Dieeee!

Clang!

Jang Il-so’s bracelet hit Jo Gul’s sword. Jo Gul was thrown back even faster than he had come in. The plum blossoms that had covered Jang Il-so from the other side tangled with the blue flames that Jang Il-so had made.

Wham!

Yoon Jong was violently pushed back a long way by the explosion. Blood poured from his mouth, running down his chin.

Thud!

The moment Jang Il-so landed on the ground.

Whoosh!

Yoo Iseol appeared like a ghost from behind Jang Il-so and slashed with her sword like a ray of light.

Kuk!

Jang Il-so’s body bent sharply to the side.

Wham!

Yoo Iseol’s sword cut across Jang Il-so’s waist as he leaned back. But Yoo Iseol, as if she knew this would happen, quickly pulled back her sword and launched dozens of strikes in a row.

Clang! Clang!

Jang Il-so’s hands blocked every one of Yoo Iseol’s thrusting swords. The sounds of metal rang out like music.

Wham!

The moment the last thrust and Jang Il-so’s hand crashed together, Yoo Iseol was thrown back and rolled across the floor.

……

Jang Il-so slowly looked down at his hand.

His eyes narrowed a little.

Red blood was forming.

It wasn’t a big wound, but it was important that his hand had been cut.

In the short time when Yoo Iseol was being thrown back, she had twisted her sword and cut Jang Il-so’s hand.

It was a very stubborn act.

She had to be willing to trade her own life for a single drop of Jang Il-so’s blood to do that.

……My appearance is not what it should be.

It wasn’t just his hand.

His clothes were torn in places. His neat hair was messy.

People care about how they look.

He was supposed to be toying with them as the Lord of the Four Evil Sects, but he was standing here looking like this. It wasn’t the beautiful sight he had wanted.

Crack.

A sharp sound caught his attention.

He turned his head and saw Chung Myung dragging his sword along the ground as he came closer.

How is it?

……

How does it feel to be bitten by a dog?

Jang Il-so twisted his lips and answered.

For a good person, you’re very rude to attack as a group. Don’t you think?

Hearing that from someone who uses oil and gunpowder makes me want to die of shame.

Haha.

Jang Il-so showed his teeth.

These were dangerous stray dogs. Even a tiger could be killed by a wolf, and if he was unlucky, he could be torn apart by stray dogs.

But…….

Even if a thousand dogs attacked me, they couldn’t beat me. Do you know why?

……

Because there’s an easy way to deal with you.

Jang Il-so’s eyes flashed.

Wham!

Jang Il-so charged at Chung Myung with amazing speed. He was so fast that he looked like a red line.

Jang Il-so rushed in like a hunter, smiling strangely as he struck down on Chung Myung.

Whoosh!

Blue flames shot from Jang Il-so’s right hand and covered Chung Myung. Chung Myung quickly flew backward, but Jang Il-so hit the ground, using the force to follow even faster.

Wham!

The ground that Jang Il-so had hit exploded. But they had already moved far past that point.

Chung Myung, who had flown backward, slashed his sword at Jang Il-so, who was chasing him.

Many streams of sword energy flew at Jang Il-so, aiming for his weak spots. But they hit the afterimages that Jang Il-so created.

Clang! Clang!

Jang Il-so blocked the sword energies and twisted his wrist, showing his teeth. Chung Myung’s sword, which had been aiming for Jang Il-so’s neck, scraped against his bracelet and went off to the side.

Clang!

Jang Il-so didn’t miss the chance. He deflected the sword and launched three quick punches at Chung Myung’s open chest.

Chung Myung put all his strength into using the Plum Blossom Scattering Hand with his left hand to block Jang Il-so’s punches.

Bang!

His wrist twisted with the first punch.

Wham!

The second punch hit, and his left hand couldn’t stop the force. It was pushed back, causing him to hit his own chest.

And the third punch!

Wham!

Jang Il-so’s punch exploded on the hand that was blocking his chest. Blood poured from Chung Myung’s mouth like a fountain.

Kuk!

Chung Myung, who had been pushed back, suddenly kicked off the ground and changed direction, charging forward instead.

But then.

Wham!

Chung Myung’s body rolled across the ground and was thrown to the side. Jang Il-so, as if he knew what Chung Myung was thinking, had already launched his energy in the direction he was jumping.

So predictable. Really!

Jang Il-so was about to rush at Chung Myung, who hadn’t stood up yet. But Yoo Iseol and Baek Cheon, who had been chasing behind, jumped up and scattered plum blossoms at Jang Il-so’s back.

Jang Il-so didn’t even turn around. He launched his energy behind him and charged at Chung Myung. The simple move made an opening, and the plum blossom sword energy slipped through and hit his back.

He could have easily blocked it if he had tried. But Jang Il-so didn’t even look back. It was like Chung Myung was the only person he saw.

Wham!

Jang Il-so slammed the ground hard and swooped down on Chung Myung, who was barely getting to his feet. He swung his right hand, making a sharp claw of energy that crashed into Chung Myung’s sword.

Crack!

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword bent like it would break, and Chung Myung’s body was pushed back. The nails of the energy claw, right in front of his face, slashed across Chung Myung’s face.

Blood appeared on Chung Myung’s face.

Hahaha!

Jang Il-so laughed loudly and kept pushing Chung Myung.

Ch-Chung Myung!

Chung Myung’s body was pushed off the cliff. Jang Il-so, as if he wasn’t happy with just that, threw himself off the cliff after Chung Myung.

The two men, sword and hand locked together, began to fall off the cliff.

Crack! Crack!

Hahahahaha!

Madness and anger boiled in the eyes of the two men as they fell.