Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 877

A wave of black rushed forward. One hundred fighters in dark uniforms charged together, like a single, dark creature. The sight was truly scary. Dust rose from the ground as their boots pounded the earth, and the air filled with the sharp smell of steel and sweat.

The fighters who didn’t follow rules felt something was wrong. They looked around quickly, feeling worried. These fighters had a special instinct. It helped them find ways to escape when they were in danger. This instinct started to work now.

But there was nowhere to run. The Mount Hua Sect had completely surrounded them. They tightened their circle, making sure no one could escape.

“Uh…”

“Th-this?”

In a fight, being in control from the start is very important.

The fighters who didn’t follow rules had their control broken by Chung Myung’s appearance. They started to lose confidence, unsure of what to do. Their bad reputations didn’t seem so tough anymore.

But some of the fighters were different.

“You stupid bastards, look closely! They’re just kids!”

“Don’t be intimidated by a bunch of young and inexperienced fighters!”

After those words, some of them looked again at the Mount Hua disciples who were charging at them.

It was true.

The black uniforms and intense fighting spirit had hidden the truth. But when they looked closer, the Mount Hua disciples were young, not even thirty years old.

No matter what Mount Hua had planned, they couldn’t have turned these young people into sword masters.

“Crush them!”

Someone’s shout made them feel braver.

‘Damn it, we should have expected this!’

‘Right. We can crush Mount Hua anytime!’

These fighters were famous and skilled. They should not have been surprised by Mount Hua. It was a mistake to be surprised. Remembering this, they tightened their grip on their weapons.

They ignored the fact that, to survive in the fighting world, you had to trust your feelings more than what people said.

If they couldn’t escape, they had to fight. They decided to fight and ran towards the Mount Hua disciples without stopping.

‘They’re just kids.’

Bongpyeong held his sword tightly.

Even if Mount Hua had become strong again, it was impossible to turn these young people into great swordsmen.

If that was possible, then Mount Hua, not the Sword Saint of Mount Hua, would have become famous at the Jang Kang tragedy.

“I’ll teach you your place, you little brats!”

If they were scared by this, then the Lion Blood Saber, which everyone in the Zhejiang province feared, was a joke.

Bongpyeong showed a strong fighting spirit. The best way to fight young and inexperienced fighters was to scare them with a strong desire to fight and hurt others.

“Hraaah!”

His sword exploded with power. A blue and purple light burst out like a storm.

‘First, I’ll break their confidence!’

Without that, they are nothing. Anyone smart would stop when they saw this light.

…But Bongpyeong was wrong.

The Mount Hua disciple ran at him without stopping, even when he saw the strong light.

‘What?’

Is he crazy?

Bongpyeong was surprised. He looked into the eyes of the Mount Hua disciple through the light.

They were chilling.

He looked into the young fighter’s eyes. They were cold, like ice, and showed no emotion at all. Bongpyeong’s heart seemed to stop beating for a moment. A cold fear spread through him, colder than any winter wind he had ever felt.

And then…

Faaat!

The sword moved so fast it was just a flash of silver, like a lightning strike in the dark.

Clang!

There was no time to be surprised.

First, there was a burning pain. The fingers holding the sword felt like they were burning, and he saw something flying up.

Something bent and long.

Bongpyeong realized that it was his own finger. His eyes opened wide.

“Uh…”

But that wasn’t all. The sword went up his arm like a snake.

Faaat! Faaat! Faaat!

The ligaments in his wrist were cut. A long cut appeared on his arm, and the sword went into his elbow.

It all happened very fast.

“Aaargh!”

Bongpyeong screamed.

He wanted to drop the sword because his arm hurt so much, but he knew that would be the end of him. He tried to ignore the pain and swung his sword at the Mount Hua disciple. He wanted to cut him in half.

But before his sword could move, the Mount Hua disciple pulled back his sword and blocked Bongpyeong’s blade with the end of his sword.

Clang!

He used the force of blocking the axe to push his sword forward again.

Thwack!

“Ugh…”

He felt a burning pain in his lower stomach. But before he could even groan, the sword cut through his elbow, which was holding the blocked blade.

Slice!

He didn’t understand what was happening. The other fighter’s sword was too fast.

All he knew was that this young fighter was hurting him badly. And he didn’t even change his face.

“Aaaaargh!”

Bongpyeong screamed and pushed his blade forward. He wasn’t trying to scare his opponent.

He was screaming to get rid of the fear that had taken over his mind. He was scared of this young demon who could cut a person like meat without changing his face.

Faaat!

The blade flew towards the Mount Hua disciple’s face.

The Mount Hua disciple moved his head to the side by an inch. Bongpyeong’s blade touched his face.

And then, Bongpyeong saw it.

The eyes of the Mount Hua disciple were only looking at him. They showed no emotion, even though the blade was close to his face.

Faaaat!

A red light from the sword cut through Bongpyeong’s arm.

Slice!

It was hard to believe.

It might not seem like much to someone else. But it was a big deal to the person whose arm was now falling off and spinning around.

“Uh…”

Slice!

Before he could be surprised, both of his legs were cut, and blood came out.

Slice.

The sword cut through his knees, and Bongpyeong could no longer stand.

But he couldn’t even fall. Before his knees touched the ground, the sword hit his stomach and chest many times.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sword went in a little bit. Before he felt the pain of the first hit, the second hit tore through his body, and then the third hit cut through his bones.

Bongpyeong opened his mouth and felt his chest being cut.

“Ugh…”

His body fell down.

His knees touched the ground, and his stomach muscles were cut, making him crouch down. He couldn’t stop his head from hitting the ground as his arm was cut off.

A cold metal touched Bongpyeong’s neck, who was kneeling with his head on the ground. A cold feeling went through his body.

“N-no…”

Bongpyeong screamed. He knew what that feeling meant.

Slice.

The sword cut his neck without stopping. The cold metal cut the main blood vessel in his neck.

Red blood came out of his neck. He couldn’t grab his neck or stop the blood because he had lost his arm.

Gurgle…

Blood went into his throat, and he tasted blood in his mouth. He felt terrible pain all over his body.

But Bongpyeong couldn’t do anything. All the muscles in his body were cut, so he could only move in pain.

The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt. He felt like he was dying, but he was strong and didn’t die easily.

‘J-just kill me…’

This is too cruel. Even the fighters who don’t follow rules don’t kill people this badly. The good groups can’t do this.

Then…

A cold voice spoke in Bongpyeong’s ear as he moved in pain, begging to be killed.

“Die like a bug.”

It was so cold that it felt like all the blood in his body was freezing.

“Bad people deserve to die badly.”

Kwak-Hoi looked at Bongpyeong, shook the blood off his sword, and ran towards his next opponent.

His white teeth showed between his lips, like the teeth of a hungry animal.

“Th-this…”

Ma Ryang’s face was twisted.

‘W-what are these guys?’

They’re just young and inexperienced fighters. No matter how good their group is, they can’t be better than me. They shouldn’t be able to beat him.

But Ma Ryang was wrong.

Faaat!

The sword went into his shoulder and twisted.

Ma Ryang tried not to scream. The pain of the sword in his shoulder was nothing. The real pain was when the sword twisted and tore all his muscles.

It hurt so much that his body shook.

“Y-you son of a bitch!”

Ma Ryang’s axe, filled with power, went towards the Mount Hua disciple’s head. The Mount Hua disciple raised his sword a little. It looked like he was trying to block the axe with the blade.

‘Fool!’

Ma Ryang was happy.

That young kid thinks this axe is just an ordinary axe. He’s trying to block it with that thin sword.

His axe weighs fifty pounds. Even if that sword is famous, it will be pushed back.

“Die!”

His axe, filled with all his power, went towards the blade. He was going to cut the Mount Hua disciple in half along with the sword.

But when the axe touched it, the sword twisted a little.

Ma Ryang’s eyes opened wide.

His axe was moving along the blade like a cart going down a hill. He could see the sword moving and his axe slipping off without him wanting it to.

Thwoom.

And when the axe touched the tip of the sword, the sword pushed his axe away like a piece of paper.

Then, Ma Ryang saw it.

The tip of the sword.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer.

‘N-no…’

Ma Ryang tried to move his head, but the sword was still getting closer.

“N-no…”

Thwack!

The sword went into Ma Ryang’s eye.

“Ugh, cough…”

Ma Ryang shook.

Crack.

He heard something breaking. The sound was more scary than the pain of the sword in his eye.

“Baek Sang.”

Before he could ask what that meant…

Faaat!

Ma Ryang’s head was cut off and flew into the air.

Ma Ryang’s face showed the fear he felt before he died.

Swish!

Baek Sang shook his sword and looked at Ma Ryang’s body.

“You should know the name of the person who killed you before you die. It’s too much for bad people like you, though.”

The dead could not hear his voice.