Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 881

Chung Myung watched carefully, his eyes sharp.

He used to be the one leading the charge, sword in hand, but now he stood back, observing everything.

He wanted to see every detail.

The swordsmen attacked with confidence, knowing exactly what to do.

Like iron that gets stronger when hit with a hammer, these fighters became stronger by fighting and getting hurt. The Mount Hua disciples had been through a lot, and it had made them strong.

Now, all that hard work was paying off.

“Greenhorns….”

Chung Myung smiled slightly.

They weren’t greenhorns anymore. Anyone who saw the power in their swords, who understood their perfect movements, would know that.

Paaah!

Suddenly, someone’s Plum Blossom Sword Technique created a red flower in the middle of the battle. Chung Myung watched the red plum blossoms appear and clenched his fist.

It reminded him of the past.

Swordsmanship takes a lifetime to learn. You never truly finish. People talk about levels of skill, like ‘Three Stars’ or ‘Twelve Stars.’ But even the highest level doesn’t mean you are perfect. You can always get better.

So, you can’t really say you’ve ‘mastered’ it. But the Plum Blossom Sword Technique the Mount Hua disciples were using now was good enough that the former masters would be proud.

It had finally reached that point.

Chung Myung rubbed his scarred nose and looked down.

‘Now is not the time to relax.’

The most important thing now was to punish the crazy people who attacked Seoan and killed the Mount Hua family members there.

Just then, Chung Myung saw the Kangseo Seven Killers rushing forward.

“Those guys?”

Chung Myung started to step forward, but then he heard an angry voice.

“Grrrr!”

“Whoa, whoa. Calm down!”

“But, Senior Brother! Those bastards…!”

“Tsk. Wait.”

“No!”

“I said wait. Did you hear Chung Myung? He told you not to rush in without thinking.”

“Keeeugh.”

Chung Myung watched Jo Gul struggle to stay back and relaxed.

This fight wasn’t for them to lead.

“Keeugh.”

Chung Myung sighed like Jo Gul. Then, several people jumped forward to meet the Kangseo Seven Killers.

When he saw one of them, Chung Myung’s eyes opened wide.

“No, that guy?”

He realized he hadn’t told that guy to stay back. That crazy monk?

“Even Buddha would turn away from that guy.”

Chung Myung’s face twisted as he saw the monk’s head shining in the light.

Go Song’s face showed a strange and confused look. It was hard to say what he was thinking.

It might seem strange to look so confused in the middle of a battle, but it made sense.

Think about it.

Mount Hua was known for its swordsmanship, but they probably had people who were good at other things too. It wouldn’t be surprising if someone there was a master of fist fighting.

And it wouldn’t be too surprising if that person was strong enough to knock Go Song to the ground with one hit.

But it was a little strange that the fist fighter had a shiny bald head and was glowing with a golden light like a Buddha.

And most of all….

“Amitabha.”

“……”

What was this strange creature?

Go Song was completely bewildered. He gripped his axe tightly.

Go Song frowned. “Wait… are you a monk or… a Taoist?”

Hae Yeon calmly replied, “I am a monk.”

Go Song pointed at his robes. “Then why the Taoist clothes?”

Hae Yeon’s face turned slightly red. “It’s… complicated. Can we just fight?”

Go Song laughed, shaking his head. “A monk in Taoist robes? I’ve seen it all now. Fine, crazy monk. Let’s fight.”

Hae Yeon squeezed his eyes shut, his face red. He knew it looked weird.

If the head monk of Shaolin saw him, he would be furious. ‘That crazy man has finally lost it. A Shaolin monk wearing Mount Hua clothes? Why don’t you just stick a plum blossom on your head? Oh wait, you don’t have any hair to stick it to!’

Clothes show what group you belong to. For a Shaolin monk to wear Mount Hua clothes was so strange that even the evil sects would think it was weird.

But what could he do?

The hard training his teacher made him do would tear normal clothes easily. He would rip his clothes every time he moved.

He could get new monk robes for a day or two, but he couldn’t do that for three years.

Hae Yeon had tried to do his duty.

But…

– Monk robes? Monk rooooobes? Has this crazy monk been hit too many times and gone insane? Are you telling me to go get monk robes so you can train comfortably? Are you crazy? Huh? Are you crazy? It’s already crazy that you’re sneaking into someone else’s sect’s training and sticking your butt in there, and now what? Monk rooooobes?

There was no way that demon would listen.

At first, he tried to find other clothes that weren’t Taoist robes, but it was no use. He gave up, and things became easier. In the end, he had to wear the black Taoist robes that were lying around.

“Cl, clothes.”

“What?”

“Clothes are just the outside. What matters is who you are inside, right?”

“So that’s why a monk is wearing Taoist clothes?”

“……”

“I’m really going to see all sorts of crazy people….”

Hae Yeon stepped forward and punched.

Kwahhhh!

Go Song’s body bent backward like it would break. He managed to raise his axe to block it at the last second. If the punch had hit his head, it would have exploded like a ripe watermelon.

Cold sweat ran down his face. A short, quick punch with that much power? What would happen if he used all his strength?

“He looks funny, but….”

Hae Yeon’s face was serious.

“I’m not going to play around. You will pay for abandoning your duty to protect the weak and using your martial arts to hurt people.”

“This crazy monk….”

Go Song gritted his teeth and held his axe tightly.

Even though he looked funny, this monk was clearly very strong and scary.

“Hoo.”

What was even more annoying was his cold, emotionless look. It wasn’t like a monk at all.

‘Shaolin, huh?’

He hadn’t fought a Shaolin monk before, but they couldn’t all be like this. This monk’s eyes were more like a swordsman’s.

When he saw those sharp, cold eyes, he felt scared.

‘Damn it.’

He didn’t have time to think. The front lines were collapsing. He had to help, not just to save those guys, but to survive.

If things kept going like this, everyone else would fall, and he and his brothers would have to fight all these people alone.

“You baaaaastard!”

Go Song rushed forward and swung his axe with all his might.

Go Song was called ‘Yama’s Axe’ for a reason. His axe was incredibly powerful. It was stronger than normal swords. When it came to cutting things, nothing could compare to an axe.

Whooooosh!

The sound of the axe cutting through the air was deafening. The sound and force of the axe were so strong, it would scare most fighters and make them unable to move.

But Hae Yeon just watched the axe fall, his eyes calm.

Step.

Hae Yeon moved his foot slightly.

It wasn’t his usual fancy footwork, but a simple movement that used as little energy as possible.

Thud!

He stepped down hard, put all his strength into his fist, and reached up to meet the falling axe.

‘Crazy!’

Go Song was surprised. He had been attacking with everything he had.

Blocking an axe with a fist? No one in their right mind would do that.

‘Yes, you arrogant bastard. I’ll cut you in half!’

Go Song put all his energy into the axe. He was going to cut Hae Yeon in two. The axe and Hae Yeon’s fist crashed together.

Kwaang!

But the axe didn’t cut through Hae Yeon’s fist. It bounced back as if it had hit a steel wall.

‘What?’

Go Song’s eyes opened wide. Hae Yeon didn’t miss the chance. He rushed forward like a bird.

“Gasp!”

Go Song saw Hae Yeon’s foot flying towards his knee. He twisted his body to avoid it. But Hae Yeon jumped into the air like lightning and kicked the wrist holding the axe.

Crack!

There was a terrible sound. He knew his wrist was broken.

But what shocked Go Song wasn’t his broken wrist.

It was Hae Yeon’s amazing lightness technique. He had used the air to push off and lift himself up.

He could change direction by stepping on the air. But Go Song had never seen anything like it. He’d never heard of someone using the air to push off like that in a fight, especially so quickly and without getting ready.

‘How….’

But there was more to come. Hae Yeon twisted his body in the air and rushed in front of Go Song.

Then, a fist flew towards his face.

It was a Shaolin fist, with the thumb pointing up and the fist held straight. It flew towards Go Song’s face, ready to crush it.

“Keugh!”

Go Song gritted his teeth and twisted his waist back. Hae Yeon’s fist barely missed his nose.

‘D, dodged…!’

“Cough!”

But he didn’t have time to celebrate. As the fist passed his face, Hae Yeon’s elbow bent and slammed into his chest.

Blood poured from Go Song’s mouth. The impact had crushed all the bones in his chest.

“Ugh…. Uaaaaaah!”

Go Song swung his axe wildly. But Hae Yeon moved in close. No matter how sharp the axe was, it couldn’t cut someone who was hugging them.

“Benefactor.”

Hae Yeon’s hand gently touched Go Song’s stomach.

“There is a price to pay for evil deeds.”

“N, no…!”

Tuuuuuung!

Hae Yeon touched Go Song’s stomach with his fingers. Then, with a special Shaolin technique called the ‘Inch Punch,’ he sent power inside Go Song’s body, breaking him from the inside.

“Cough!”

Red blood gushed from Go Song’s mouth. He couldn’t see clearly. He tried to look at Hae Yeon’s face.

“You… too….”

Thud.

It was impossible to know what he was trying to say, but his feelings were clear.

“Amitabha.”

Hae Yeon said a short prayer.

“I hope you will be a good person in the next life.”

He looked at Go Song, turned, and went to find his next fight.

Go Song’s death was pointless, unlike the evil things he had done as one of the Kangseo Seven Killers.