Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 979

A sudden WHIRRING sound ripped through the air. Heads snapped up across Plum Blossom Island. Something had been thrown high, spinning wildly.

The spinning thing, spraying blood, slowed down and fell.

Plop!

Everyone stared blankly.

It was an arm. A strong warrior’s arm, stuck in the sand.

Blood poured from the cut end, turning the white sand deep red.

Everyone held their breath.

No one could believe their eyes. Silence fell. In the quiet, even swallowing sounded loud.

Ptoo!

Then, with an eerie sound, the Black Dragon King stumbled backward.

“Kuh⋯⋯.”

Having dropped his glaive, the Black Dragon King clutched his shoulder with his left hand. Blood gushed through his thick fingers.

“Kuh-euk⋯⋯.”

Everyone stared blankly.

The Black Dragon King’s right arm, the arm that had wielded the massive glaive and commanded the Jang River, had been severed right below the shoulder. When Chung Myung’s sword aimed for his neck, he raised his arm to block it, but the arm was mercilessly cut off.

Disbelief, shock, and fear filled his eyes. He stumbled back, then further back, his face a mask of confusion.

“Y-you monster⋯⋯.”

Everyone watched the Black Dragon King, stunned.

Imagine seeing a king suddenly lose his power. That’s what it was like watching the Black Dragon King. He was a leader, strong as a king on the Jang River, and important in the Four Faction Alliance. Now, this powerful man had his arm cut off by a young fighter from Hwasan.

No matter how many times they blinked, the scene didn’t change. When they realized it was real, a terrible feeling spread across Plum Blossom Island.

Except for one group.

“As expected!”

“Bloody hell!”

The Hwasan disciples couldn’t help but exclaim. Their shoulders, released from tension, twitched. They clenched their fists, trying not to cheer.

Baek Cheon clenched his fist, staring at Chung Myung’s back.

“We knew it!”

“That’s right.”

“Mm!”

Jo Gul and Yoon Jong nodded. Even Yoo Iseol’s shoulders twitched.

The Hwasan disciples, who had watched Chung Myung train for three years, couldn’t imagine him losing. If they had experienced hell, Chung Myung had experienced the worst hell.

Regardless, the Hwasan disciples trembled with joy.

It felt like a reward.

Chung Myung proved that their efforts weren’t wasted and that their training was now in their swords.

But the Namgung Clan swordsmen, who didn’t know Chung Myung, were shocked. Their faces showed emotions they couldn’t describe.

“Th-that can’t be⋯⋯.”

“Oh my god⋯⋯.”

They knew how strong the Black Dragon King was.

Even Namgung Hwang had been eager to fight him. The Black Dragon King’s terrifying power had been proven by the deaths of Namgung swordsmen.

But now, the Black Dragon King was staggering, his arm cut off by the Hwasan swordsman.

The match was clearly over.

“Kuh-euh-euk⋯⋯.”

The Black Dragon King retreated, his eyes bloodshot. The pirates, seeing this, didn’t help him; they retreated in fear.

Whoosh!

Chung Myung spun his sword and lowered the tip.

Scratch, scratch.

He slowly approached the Black Dragon King, scraping the ground with his sword.

Everyone was excited and in awe.

But Chung Myung’s eyes hadn’t changed. He watched the Black Dragon King with a chillingly calm gaze, approaching slowly.

“Euh⋯⋯.”

The Black Dragon King’s chin trembled.

His mind was blank. He didn’t know what to do. He had never imagined this.

Then, Chung Myung did something unexpected.

Clang!

He kicked the Black Dragon King’s glaive, which landed at the Black Dragon King’s feet.

“⋯⋯.”

Chung Myung’s cold voice reached the Black Dragon King, who looked between his glaive and Chung Myung with trembling eyes.

“Pick it up.”

Chung Myung continued, his voice emotionless.

“We’re not done yet.”

It was an obvious fact.

The chilling tone made the onlookers shiver.

“Your arm got cut off?”

“⋯⋯.”

“So what?”

Murderous intent flashed in Chung Myung’s eyes.

Seeing him tremble just because he lost an arm made him angry.

“You weakling.”

He remembered the brutal battles, the friends lost, the desperate fights for survival.

Chung Myung gestured behind him.

“Namgung⋯⋯.”

The Namgung Clan swordsmen tensed.

“Fought even with their arms cut off, until they died.”

The Namgung Clan swordsmen lowered their heads and gritted their teeth.

Those words pierced their hearts, more powerfully than any comfort.

They remembered their comrades, stabbing their swords into the enemy even with their stomachs ripped open, and grabbing their opponent’s ankles as they died. Because of them, they were still alive.

“Pick it up.”

“Euh⋯⋯.”

“Pick it up, you son of a bitch.”

The Black Dragon King gritted his teeth and grabbed the glaive with his one arm.

At that moment…

Clang!

Chung Myung’s sword struck the glaive. The Black Dragon King was thrown back and fell among the pirates.

The terrified pirates retreated, and the Black Dragon King grabbed a pirate.

“Sto, stop him.”

“Black Dragon⋯⋯.”

“Stop him! Stop that monster, you sons of bitches! Stop that monster!”

The Black Dragon King screamed. But no one protected him.

They had followed him because they were afraid of him, afraid of what would happen if they didn’t. But now that he was doomed, why risk their lives to save him?

The pale-faced pirates retreated, crawling backward. Soon, the Black Dragon King was alone.

“You moronic bastards! Didn’t I tell you to stop him! Stop him!”

The Black Dragon King shouted, but his voice faded.

“Tuh!”

Chung Myung spat out blood and approached with indifferent eyes.

The Black Dragon King, who had been glaring at the pirates, stepped back when he saw Chung Myung. His hand trembled.

“Euh, euh⋯⋯.”

He gripped the glaive.

Why had it turned out like this?

Until Hwasan arrived, everything had been going his way. How had it come to this?

His thoughts were cut short.

Before he could get up, Chung Myung kicked his chin.

Wham!

The Black Dragon King skipped across the ground.

Crash!

He crashed into the sand, clutching it in agony.

“Kuh-euh-euh⋯⋯.”

He turned his head and saw Chung Myung approaching.

Behind him, the Hwasan swordsmen followed, escorting Chung Myung through the pirates. Sunlight flashed on their swords, bright and sharp.

But now there was no one behind the Black Dragon King.

“Euh⋯⋯euh-euh⋯⋯.”

No one was helping him.

The Surochae, which he had built, was watching him die. No one would risk their lives for him.

“You ungrateful, worm-like bastards! Aaaaargh!”

He cried out. Then, the grim reaper arrived.

“⋯⋯.”

The Black Dragon King stared at Chung Myung.

“I can see why.”

“⋯⋯.”

“You can’t even follow Namgung Hwang.”

“Euh⋯⋯.”

“Surochae?”

Chung Myung sneered.

“Your Surochae? It’s just a sandcastle, you fool. Someone powerless like you is worse than a bug. No one will fight for you.”

“Aaaaargh!”

The Black Dragon King reached for his glaive, but Chung Myung’s sword slashed his wrist.

Thwack!

“Aaaaargh!”

Before his scream ended, the sword cut his body.

Thwack! Thwack!

Each strike was like a memory of those who had fallen.

“Aaaaargh!”

Screams erupted.

If he were himself, he wouldn’t scream. But his mind had collapsed, so he couldn’t resist.

“Shut your mouth!”

Chung Myung didn’t care.

Stab!

The sword pierced the Black Dragon King’s shoulder and twisted. The Black Dragon King trembled from the pain.

Thwack!

His knees were cut, and he fell forward.

Chung Myung stepped on his head and aimed his sword at his neck.

“A bug should die crawling, like a bug. Don’t you think?”

“Euh⋯⋯euh-euh⋯⋯.”

“Fall into hell.”

Chung Myung swung his sword.

But at that moment…

Clang!

Chung Myung’s sword was deflected.

Chung Myung turned. A small boat approached the island.

A man stood on the boat.

“A bug, huh⋯⋯.”

Jang Il-So looked at Chung Myung with a smile.

“Of course, I agree⋯⋯. Hwasan Sword Saint.”

His eyes stared at Chung Myung.

“Unlike you⋯⋯ there are people in this world who need that bug.”

The boat carrying Jang Il-So reached Plum Blossom Island.