Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 878

“Eek!”

So Janggye’s face twisted in a hideous expression.

‘What in the world are these bastards!’

Young swordsmen in black uniforms charged at him with a fierce intensity. He wasn’t worried by the situation itself. Everyone here had experienced hardship. Fights like this were common in this region.

What really bothered him was the unbelievable sharpness of their swords.

Moreover.

Clang! Clang!

One sword clashed with his Dao, then slid quickly down the blade, the tip stabbing into the back of his hand.

“Eek!”

So Janggye groaned, pulling his arm back quickly. When he pulled his Dao back, the sword changed direction instantly. It was so fast, it looked like many swords at once, all aimed at his chest.

So Janggye frantically swung his Dao, stepping back.

‘This can’t be happening!’

He knew they were strong. Even though Mount Hua wasn’t known as one of the most powerful groups, it was known that they once fought to be the best swordsmen in the world.

But it was more than just strength.

‘They’re so skilled.’

Their swordsmanship was as polished as veterans who had spent decades on the battlefield. Just when he thought they were aiming for his arm, a sword would appear right in front of his neck. When he tried to block his neck, his knees would be targeted.

They attacked with powerful strikes, then quickly stepped back before stabbing again with lightning speed. A sword that flew towards his face like lightning would twist and fall towards his chest.

“Kraaah!”

Blood burst from the long cut on his chest. So Janggye screamed in pain, gritting his teeth.

“You, you… you son of a bitch!”

He couldn’t understand it.

The swordsmanship itself was appalling. It felt like he was being toyed with. They weren’t using the swordplay of the main groups, but sword styles that were strange and unlike anything he knew.

But what truly chilled him to the bone was the look in the young swordsmen’s eyes.

The battlefield was a roaring beast, swallowing men whole.

Even the bravest warriors usually became wild and desperate in this chaos, their faces strained, their sword swings heavy with fear. But these young fighters? Their faces were like masks, showing nothing. They moved with a cold, calm skill, like soldiers who had seen a hundred battles, not boys in their first fight. They weren’t excited, or scared, or even angry – they were just perfectly, terrifyingly, controlled.

‘What kind of training do you have to go through to be like this…?’

But there was no time to think. A sword was flying towards his eyes.

“Kuk!”

So Janggye twisted his head, barely avoiding the incoming sword, his face flushed red.

“You little bastard!”

Wooooooong!

His Dao glowed with a crimson light. No matter how strange his opponent was, he was still young. So, he decided to use brute force instead of trying to match his skill.

Like someone who had lived and breathed on the battlefield, his quick decision was correct.

Clang!

The Dao and sword crashed in the air with a sharp sound.

‘This bastard!’

So Janggye gritted his teeth and pressed down on his Dao. He felt confident.

No matter how well he used his sword, even if his swordsmanship was something he had never seen before, the one holding the sword was still just a young swordsman. He couldn’t beat him in strength and power, so if he just crushed him with force, he wouldn’t be able to handle it!

“I’ll cut you in two…”

At that moment, a faint smile appeared on the face of the one holding the sword.

‘What?’

So Janggye’s eyes widened slightly.

Smiling in this situation?

“You arrogant fool!”

A cold feeling spread through So Janggye, making the hairs on his arms stand up. He pressed down on his Dao with all his might. Even if he couldn’t cut him in two, he wanted to crush the opponent’s body with the sword that was blocking his Dao!

But…

Scratch! Scratch!

The sound of the sword and Dao grinding against each other grated on his ears.

Clang!

So Janggye knew that something was going wrong. He couldn’t help but realize it.

‘Why?’

That bastard’s sword isn’t being pushed back.

He was pressing down with all his strength, with all his inner strength, but that thin sword blocking his Dao didn’t move at all. It stood firm, like a stone statue, enduring his Dao.

A sword that didn’t move at all. And beneath it, emotionless eyes.

He was the one pressing down, but he was also the one feeling the pressure.

“Ugh, Aargh!”

So Janggye pressed down on his sword with every ounce of strength he could muster.

Clang!

Sparks flew as the sword and Dao clashed. But that was all. There was a slight feeling of being pushed back, but the sword was still firmly blocking his Dao.

At the same time as the Mount Hua brat’s lips curled up slightly, the sword that had been facing his Dao suddenly retreated.

The moment the tense balance was broken, So Janggye, who had been pressing down on his sword with all his might, staggered forward as if being sucked in.

Wham!

The Mount Hua swordsman, who had pulled his sword back, struck So Janggye’s Dao with a force that was incomparable to anything before.

“Cough!”

So Janggye, who had been leaning forward, staggered back in a daze.

The force transmitted through the Dao twisted not only his wrist but also his shoulder. His entire arm felt numb, as if he had been struck by lightning.

‘I, I’m going crazy!’

He was pushed back? By strength?

No, this wasn’t so much strength as it was technique. But either way, he was pushed back.

His thoughts spun in his head, a dizzying mix of confusion and disbelief. The eerie feeling he got from that bastard made his anger and blood cool down.

At that moment, a very small sound brushed past So Janggye’s ear as he retreated in a daze.

The faint and ticklish sound, like snow falling, clearly penetrated his ears even in the midst of the chaotic battlefield.

Rustle.

So Janggye’s eyes widened.

The Mount Hua swordsman’s sword danced in the air, a blur of silver. From the tip of the sword, petals of light seemed to unfurl, like magical flowers blooming in the air.

‘N, No….’

He felt danger, but he wasn’t given a chance to rush forward again, as he had retreated to lessen the shock from the Dao.

Clang! The sound of metal clashing echoed.

Flowers bloomed in the air, bright pink like cherry blossoms. They moved gently, like a sudden wind was blowing. Then, soft pink petals started to fall everywhere, like rain.

*This is…*

*I know this.*

*The sword that makes flowers.*

Long ago, this sword was famous and powerful. But it became a forgotten story. Now, Hwasan’s special sword skill is becoming famous again.

“Pl-Plum Blossom Sword…” someone whispered, fear in their voice.

Whoosh!

The pink petals flew towards him, fast as arrows.

“…Damn it!” Sojanggye cursed.

He felt sharp pains all over his body as the thin petals cut into his skin. A groan of pain burst from his mouth.

“Stick together! You damned bastards, these guys aren’t playing around!”

“Don’t face them alone! Stick together!”

It’s hard to become famous in the Demonic Sect. The more famous you are, the more fights you have. You must always fight to stay famous.

These fighters had been in many battles, at least ten. They might not be smart about big battle plans, but they were very good at staying alive.

Seeing the front ranks collapse in an instant, their judgment was swift. Those who had ignored the enemy as mere youngsters and faced them alone were now all collapsing, spraying blood.

It was very fast and sad, especially because they were once so famous.

*One-on-one is certain defeat!*

It was strange to think this, but they had to believe what they saw. Now, staying alive was important, not being proud.

“Fight them in groups of two or three!”

So, the conclusion they reached was very simple. These guys are definitely strong. But they probably haven’t experienced this kind of chaotic battlefield. If they stick together and entangle and pressure the opponents, the battlefield will become a mess, and then they, who can stab a knife in the back, will be much more advantageous.

It was a very good judgment for a conclusion reached in a short moment.

But they made one mistake: they didn’t know who they were fighting.

Clang! Clang!

Sword against sword. Sword against blade. And sword against spear.

Having confirmed that the opponent’s skills were not to be trifled with, the Demonic Sect warriors tried to focus on blocking the opponent’s swords. They had already confirmed that if they attacked carelessly against that sword that bewitched people’s eyes, their heads would be cut off without them even knowing it.

*How about that!*

Then, something unbelievable happened.

Crack!

The moment the sword and blade met, a formidable force erupted from the sword, twisting their weapons.

It wasn’t just blocking. It was like their swords were stuck together. The Hwasan sword pulled their weapon to the side.

*What?*

They started to wonder why.

Paaaaat!

Suddenly, fast sword energy shot out from under the swordsman’s arm.

“Gasp!”

Those who were horrified tried to pull their bodies away, but the Hwasan sword attached to their weapons had no intention of letting go.

“Aargh!”

“Aaaargh!”

Sima Ho’s face paled in an instant.

“Th-These crazy bastards…”

That was an absurd act to even call a combination attack.

The sword energy came from behind right after the front fighters twisted their arms. This means the fighters behind attacked even faster than the ones in front!

The guys in the back assumed that the guys in the front would naturally twist their arms and launched their swords.

If they were even a little bit wrong, they would have hurt their own friends!

*Crazy.*

The fighters who attacked without stopping, and the fighters who told them to attack their arms – they were all crazy.

But it worked very well. The fighters trying to defend themselves had to run back, and they were bleeding.

Then, the swordsmen behind jumped over their friends and sent many sword energies into the air.

“Bl-Block it!”

“Damn it! You dog-like!”

The injured fighters quickly swung their weapons, not even caring about their wounds. They knew they had to block the sword energy, or they would be killed.

But the combination attack wasn’t the end of it.

“Aaaaargh!”

“My leg!”

The fighters in front started to attack their legs with low, fast slashes.

One above the head, and the other low to the ground.

It’s very hard to block attacks from above and below at the same time. This top and bottom attack made their sword skills twice as strong.

*H-How?*

They didn’t even look at each other. They didn’t talk or shout signals.

But these crazy fighters worked together perfectly, like gears in a machine. It was like they were all one person.

“Th-This is ridiculous! You damned bastards!”

Just then, Sima Ho saw something strange. He shouted loudly, like an explosion.

The guys who had been 몰아치던 them suddenly changed direction and stepped back to the left and right.

*What?*

This was strange. It looked like they were giving up the advantage they just got.

Sima Ho stared, confused, at what was happening.

Slarararack!

And he saw it.

The sight of flowers blooming splendidly from the tips of the swordsmen’s swords, like the patterns engraved on their chests.

The fighters who had to run back watched the plum blossoms bloom again and again. They couldn’t do anything. They knew these beautiful flowers were very dangerous.

“…Hwasan.”

Bright petals flew everywhere, filling every space. Sima Ho laughed sadly. He understood now: each petal was made of sword energy.

‘I thought I could beat Hwasan easily? That crazy Gal Cheon-rip…’

If there were a hundred fighters like this, this place would be a terrible hell. We are trapped in hell now. We are going to die.

The blooming petals flew in all at once.

‘Beautiful.’

The plum blossom rain filled the sky and fell on them, hurting their bodies badly.