Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 306

The sword bounces off, and Peng Gyong’s sword falls toward Yoo Iseol’s completely empty head.

It was an instantaneous situation, as if Yoo Iseol’s head was about to split in the path of Peng Gyong’s sword.

Mount Hua’s disciples screamed and leapt from their seats. But not at that precise moment.

Paang!

The sword of Yoo Iseol. Which had bounced off, flew like a light beam and struck Peng Gyong’s sword

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

Once, twice, three times, and once more!

Twelve consecutive strikes were delivered to Peng Gyong’s sword in an instant.

Peng Gyong’s sword cannot be pushed away with a single strike. However, handling the power is not difficult if one can swing several strikes at once.

Kwaang!

The last twelfth sword struck Peng Gyong’s sword, bending his shoulder. Then his hundred-pound sword rebounded.

‘What?’

Yoo Iseol’s sword is about to pierce Peng Gyong’s neck, leaving no time for a surprise.

“Kwae (쾌(快)/ fast).”

Chung Myung muttered quietly.

Fast is preferable.

“Keuk!”

Peng Gyong shifted his weight sideways to avoid flying swords. But he didn’t completely avoid it. His shoulders were slashed, and blood spurted from them.

Yoo Iseol’s sword, which had come to a halt in the air, struck Peng Gyong’s twisted waist hard.

Kung!

Peng Gyong’s body rolled on the ground like a ball kicked by a child, despite successfully blocking Yoo Iseol’s sword with a quick draw.

“Pae.” (Overpowering. Dominating. 패(覇))

Dominance is powerful.

“Damn it!”

Peng Gyong jumped to his feet with a rant of anger, possibly due to the shame of rolling on the ground floor due to the intensity of the sword.

When he stood up, he saw Yoo Iseol’s sword flying with dozens of sword energies.

“Bian.” (Change. 변(變))

Drastic change. (변은 변화.)

Peng Gyong had to roll back to the ground because he couldn’t even stand up.

Lazy Donkey Roll. (나려타곤(懶驢打滾).)

A lazy donkey is said to roll on the ground. To avoid enemy attacks, a warrior rolls on the ground. It is also a move that martial artists who value their dignity are hesitant to employ.

Peng Gyong, who had gotten out of Yoo Iseol’s range, clenched his teeth and stood up after rolling on the ground several times.

“This… this damn…”

He is unable to come to terms with reality.

Clearly, his opponent is not stronger than him.

The internal strength of the sword is less than that of his sword, and her strength is less than half of his.

Even if the speed is faster, isn’t it obvious which is superior, the speed with or without power?

Despite this, he cannot gain an advantage for even a single moment.

‘Don’t get ahead of yourself.’

Peng Gyon bit the inside of his lower lip. His lips ripped and blood poured from them. On the other hand, the dizzying pain in his lips made his head feel a little clearer, which was filled with rage.

‘In terms of strength, I have the upper hand. I have to make the most of it.’

It is detrimental to continue being attacked by the opponent. Yoo Iseol’s sword is new to him and difficult to defend perfectly.

He’d rather attack. Yes, the attack is launched first.

Seusut.

Peng Gyong’s feet darted across the floor like a tiger on the hunt. His large size does not suit his fluid and quick footwork.

He quickly closed the distance and swung his sword, looking for an opening.

The sword lost strength and gained speed.

He realized that he could be beaten back if he tried to press her with force clumsily. He aimed at Yoo Iseol’s wrist with the highest speed (쾌도(快刀) Quick Dao) he could afford.

Five Tigers Smash the Gateway Sword.

Hungry Tiger Chasing Deer. (기호추록(飢虎追鹿).)

Peng Gyong’s sword was as fast and as strong as ever, like a hungry tiger chasing a deer.

Five attacks swooped in an instant, all aimed at Yoo Iseol’s sword.

If he can’t catch the body, he should catch the sword.

The match is over the moment he breaks that sword.

When Yoo Iseol saw the strike flying, her eyes sank low.

Kaang! Kaang!

She precisely blocks the path of the sword. The sword was pushed back every time they collided, but it never bounced off.

There is a significant distinction.

Yoo Iseol’s body was pushed away gradually when both swords collided, and the sword slowed gradually.

‘This is the time!

Peng Gyong, believing he had a chance, clenched his teeth and concentrated all his internal strength on the sword.

The five tigers of Five Tigers Breaking Gateway Sword, his lethal move, unfolded.

The sword depicts five tigers in the air by a red internal strength.

It was like watching five red tigers galloping (비호(飛虎)) at full force.

The five tigers fly so fast that they could easily break Yoo Iseol.

But, at the time.

Seureuruk.

Yoo Iseol’s sword drew a gentle curve. The sword gently protrudes against the side of the flying tiger, eventually pushing the tiger to the side.

Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!

All five flying tigers swerved in that direction, past Yoo Iseol’s body.

“Yu.” (유(柔))

‘Yu’ is gentle.

Peng Gyong’s eyes widened.

He couldn’t hide his surprise, as if he couldn’t accept the situation. Yoo Iseol swung his sword at him without pausing.

‘I’ve got to stop……!’

And.

Peng Gyong noticed it.

Red plum blossoms bloom at the tip of Yoo Iseol’s sword, flying toward him.

The plum blossom pattern created by sword energy bloomed so beautifully that it was impossible to tell what was real and what was an illusion.

“Ah…….”

He swung his sword reflectively, cutting through the air.

Yoo Iseol’s sword, which had passed through his sword with the plum blossom, came to a halt directly in front of Peng Gyong’s neck.

“…….”

A drop of blood falls from Peng Gyong’s neck, accompanied by stinging pain.

Peng Gyong sighed deeply as he stared at the sword aimed at his neck.

“…I lost.”

“Good match.”

Yoo Iseol took the sword, pushed it into the sheath, and performed the ceremony for Peng Gyong.

In the hall, an explosive shout erupted.

“Hwan (환(幻) Illusion).”

Hwan is deceptive.

Chung Myung said softly, looking at Yoo Iseol.

“It’s not all the same just because it’s a sword. Every swordsmanship has its own will to pursue.”

Baek Chun gave the nod.

“Sahyung are simply obsessed with spreading the martial art in a more refined manner and wielding swords faster and stronger. But the sword isn’t the only thing there is to it.”

Chung Myung took himself very seriously. He appeared to be different, as he had lost his usual sense of humour.

“Quick Sword. Domination (Overpowering) Sword. Change Sword. Soft Sword. Swords of Illusion Heavy swords (중검(重劍)). There are many other swordsmanships. The sword ultimately depends on how well you understand the sword’s meaning.”

Baek Chun’s eyes were heavy as he looked at Chung Myung.

Chung Myung had never before told them this story. They have previously been told that training their bodies and remembering the basics is sufficient.

However, Chung Myung is saying now is swordsmanship (검의(劍意)). These are the things Warrior needs to know in order to advance.

“Consider this. What kind of sword do you have? The swords of Mount Hua are based on Quickness and Change. And the name is Illusion.”

“It’s about quickly changing and deceiving others.”

“That is Mount Hua’s sword. So, how about Wudang’s?”

“Soft.”

“Yes, it’s a Soft Sword.”

Chung Myung turned to face everyone and said.

“Jeomchang’s Fiery Sun method seeks extreme speed, and Southern Edge Sect’s thirty six swords are based on weight and changes. Heavy Sword and Change Sword.”

Yoo Iseol was exiting the stage before he knew it.

Chung Myung approached her.

“If you are a swordsman, you must be able to master all the swordsmanship in the world as well as the swordsmanship contained in your own sword. Just because you mainly use a quick sword, it doesn’t mean that it’s fine if you can’t use a heavy sword. If so, it is just a half-made sword.”

“Then Samae…….”

“Yes. Samae is building it up. For a long time, step by step. All those swords.”

Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

“The sword is infinitely simple but infinitely difficult. Nevertheless, one has to keep challenging it and understanding. They should never stop pursuing higher ground.”

Chung Myung’s head nodded slowly.

“That’s what swordsman/woman (Warrior)is about.”

“…….”

A corner of Baek Chun’s heart moved.

This is a different story from mere strength.

He who holds a sword. Everyone pursues the extremes of the sword. But it’s never easy to walk and continues on that long and difficult road.

‘Isong Baek?’

No.

If Isong Baek is a ‘patience’ that silently endures the work given to him, Yoo Iseol is the same as a seeker (구도자(求道者)).

Given that Mount Hua’s sword pursues Tao, Yoo Iseol’s sword is true of Mount Hua’s.

‘I’m ashamed.’

Baek Chun blushed slightly.

He was proud to have unleashed Mount Hua’s plum blossoms. But while he was content with his achievements, Yoo Iseol was just silently chasing her own sword.

The figure felt so dazzling for Baek Chun.

“… it’s so perfect I can’t even put it into words.”

Chung Myung smirked at the sound of Yoon Jong mumbled blankly next to him.

“There’s no perfect sword. There’s only a sword that looks perfect. Even that sword becomes full of loopholes the moment it meets someone stronger.”

“Um.”

“So there is no end. That is sword.”

Everyone nodded at Chung Myung’s words.

Good results.

Achievements and cheers that may never be achieved again.

They all permeated secretly and created conceit in the minds of Mount Hua’s disciples.

But Yoo Iseol’s sword and Chung Myung’s words were enough to blow away all the pride that had infiltrated their hearts.

Chung Myung smiled internally as she saw the Sahyung immersed in their troubles.

‘I did something unbecoming.’

Looking at Yoo Iseol’s sword, he got excited and gave an excessive explanation. Even though he knows it’s a little early for these chicks.

But.

The day will come when they will truly understand the meaning of what he said. Then Mount Hua’s sword will deepen further.

A sect is such a thing.

There is a limit to the power of one or two people alone. Although everyone looks at the same place, everyone pursues a different sword. When the sword gathers together to compete fiercely and repeatedly develop, only then do they truly become one sect.

‘It’s still a long way off, though.’

Maybe one day.

Just like Mount Hua of the past did.

One day.

Of course, Tang Soso was the first person to greet Yoo Iseol who returned to her seat.

“Sago.”

Tang Soso looked at Yoo Iseol with a wet towel in her hand while crying slightly.

She had mixed feelings, but it was hard to express her feelings in words.

“Did you see that?”

“Yes, Sago. It was so… so cool.”

Yoo Iseol shakes her quietly.

“It was clumsy.”

“Yes?”

“The weight distribution is clumsy. It feels like the body is leaning back. It must be a lack of lower body training.”

“…….”

“Too much strength at the fingertips. It’s still not soft. I keep making the same mistake even though I keep thinking about it. I shouldn’t be like this.”

Mount Hua’s disciples looked at her with tired eyes.

Seeing her reflect on herself with an expressionless face makes their stomach feel stuffy.

Even Chung Myung shut up as if this was a little out of hand.

“You still won, though!”

“Winning or losing doesn’t matter. I…”

Yoo Iseol’s gaze turned to the distant sky.

She let out a low sigh as she looked up at the distant sky without saying a word for a while.

“What I have to do is to complete. The perfect plum blossoms.”

“…….”

“I still have a long way to go. Very much so.”

Everyone watching her felt an unknown feeling.

Subtle sentiments and mysterious sorrow.

Without time to discover the emotion, Yoo Iseol turned to Chung Myung.

“Spar!”

“……Huh?”

“I’m inexperienced. I’ll check with a spar.”

“……Why me again?”

“No matter how hard I swing, you won’t die. I could even use killing techniques. To my heart’s content.”

“…….”

Chung Myung slowly turned his head and looked at Baek Chun.

“Sasuk, there’s something I didn’t say earlier.”

“…what?”

“Usually, people who dig into the sword in an extreme way are all out of their minds.”

“…….”

“Be careful, Sasuk.”

“…….”

In any case, Baek Chun realized anew that there was no normal person in this group.