Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 375

Paaang!

The sword slashes through the air.

His muscles tightened just by looking at the sword, which had enormous power.

It was only a simple swing.

The sword that embraced the red energy became fierce and swung one after the other. It felt like a hurricane with a raging red wind.

Kaang! Kaang!

Kaaaang!

Baek Chun’s plum sword bent as if about to break every time he blocked the sword.

The powerful force in the dao (Yo-pyong sword is Dao or saber-type) appeared to crush not only his sword but also the wrist that held the sword.

“Ugh!”

A groan escaped Baek Chun’s lips.

Yo-pyong was unlike any enemy he had encountered before.

Strong?

Of course, they’re strong.

In terms of internal strength, Jin Geum Ryong may not be a match.

But it’s not the opponent’s strength that’s motivating Baek Chun right now.

He felt a fierce murderous intent every time he wielded the sword, as if he would surely kill his opponent.

All of the opponent’s dao was aimed at the vital point of the human body.

It was something Baek Chun had never seen before: a series of attacks could be fatal even if he only allowed a hit once.

He clenched his lips.

It felt like his heart was being ripped out in an instant. Although he hadn’t used his body properly yet, his muscles were already wet with cold sweat, and his hands holding the sword were shaking slightly.

‘This is the real battle!’

Facing a sword with an apparent intent of murder was completely different from a spar. His mental strength was eroded by facing each other, and the usual threatening attack sank his heart.

Kaang!

Baek Chun’s plum sword bends again.

Kkigigik!

The sword that twisted to the limit screamed. It would have already been broken if it hadn’t been specially made for Mount Hua by the Tang family.

“Where has all that confidence gone, you punk!”

Baek Chun gritted his teeth as if they were to break.

He is desperate just to block the flying dao now, but his opponent can afford to speak while firing these ridiculous attacks in a row.

Kwang!

An explosion erupted from the sword that blocked the dao.

At the same time, Baek Chun’s body was pushed away.

Blood flowed down from the corners of Baek Chun’s mouth, unable to handle the energy in the dao.

If it was spar that he had done so far, the opponent who saw his condition might have slowed down his hand.

But Yo-pyong swung his dao even more vigorously at the moment he showed weakness.

‘Damn it!’

Baek Chun, biting his lip, swung the sword toward the dao.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

Every time the sword and dao met in the air, explosive waves were emitted in all directions. And as the collision continued, the blade of the plum sword began to dent.

It differed from the Peng family’s ability to crush and subdue the opponent with its heaviness.

Yo-pyong’s dao seemed to blow Baek Chun to death with its speed and heaviness.

“With their snout!”

Kwaang!

“Anyone can talk shit!”

Kwaang!

“But!”

Kwaaaaang!

Baek Chun’s body bounced off like an arrow. He was thrown to the ground and after bouncing several times, he hurriedly raised his head with a disastrous face.

“Hop!”

What caught his eye at that moment was the image of Yo-pyong jumping up into the air and swinging his dao.

Baek Chun rolled on the ground without time to swallow his moan.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Soon, Yo-pyong fell on the land where he was, literally destroying the land.

A large pit that could fit a few people was made in the ground with a single hit.

Yo-pyong looked at Baek Chun, and clicked his tongue as if he didn’t like it.

“This, the world’s people will laugh at you because you are a Taoist who rolls the ground.”

“…….”

Instead of refuting the remark, Baek Chun jumped up and took a posture.

‘It was dangerous.’

If it had been too late for him to raise his head and grasp the opponent, he would have to face King Yama by now.

The dust on his face mixed with sweat and dripped down his chin.

“Ptoi!”

Spitting on the ground, Yo-pyong shook his neck from side to side.

“Kangho is a place where we prove ourselves with skills. It’s not a place for youngsters like you to play your snouts.”

The way he talks hasn’t changed much.

And that attitude hasn’t changed much either.

But now Yo-pyong’s word was poking Baek Chun in the ear with several times more weight than before.

“After making a name for yourself as a rising star, it looks like the wind got into your lungs, but it’s the adult’s job to blow it out. Be careful. I’ll make a hole in your lungs. Haha.”

It’s frivolous.

But could that be simply described as frivolity?

Nonchalant without skill becomes frivolity, but calm with skill becomes leeway.

‘Nonchalantly?’

Baek Chun clenched his teeth.

‘You’re taking it easy in front of me?’

He felt like his stomach was burning like he had swallowed heated charcoal.

Seeing the pride-broken eyes emitting a beam of light, Yo-pyong swung the dao through the air once again as if he was having fun.

Then, without a moment’s delay, he narrowed the distance and tried to split Baek Chun’s head.

Kwaaang!

Blood gushed out of Baek Chun’s mouth.

The energy of the attack shook his insides. His knees staggered and the bones of his whole body screamed.

At this rate, he felt like his whole body was going to break and die before he could even make an attack.

‘Strong.’

Stronger than he can imagine.

Red Serpent Sword Yo-pyong.

He has heard the name several times but thought he wouldn’t have a big difference from Jin Geum Ryong. Jin Geum Ryong was one of the most famous rising stars in the world.

But it’s different.

Baek Chun could only now feel it desperately. The difference between those who gained fame with their own skills and rising stars.

There was no mistake in saying that rising stars are only evaluated for their potential.

“Where’s all that spirit gone!”

Kwaang!

Again, the attack fell with tremendous momentum.

Gagagak!

The plum sword was cut halfway and bent as if it were about to break. Despair suddenly filled Baek Chun’s eyes.

‘Chu- Chung…’

Baek Chun’s body flinched and convulsed as he tried to turn his head reflexively and look back.

And at that moment.

Paaang!

In front of Yo-pyong dao that was about to swing, a quick sword with a speed that was completely different from before approached.

“Ugh!”

Bewildered Yo-pyong instantly turned his head.

But it was so instantaneous that a red line soon appeared on his cheek.

He took a quick step back, widened the distance, and caressed the scar on his cheek with a contorted face.

“This guy…”

His eyes glaring at Baek Chun were overflowing with rage.

‘Hm?’

However, as soon as Baek Chun raised his head slightly, Yo-pyong’s face hardened slightly.

Baek Chun’s eyes were fully sunk with a different weight than before. And his mouth was dripping with dark red blood.

“Huh?”

It’s not blood from the swing. Yo-pyong quickly recognized that it was blood from biting his tongue.

In the moment of crisis, Baek Chun bit his tongue, came to his senses and succeeded in a clean counterattack.

‘Look at this?’

Now Baek Chun’s face endlessly looks like a swordsman. The sight of him staring with unperturbed eyes made him look more like a swordsman.

Something has changed.

However, Yo-pyong had no way of knowing where the change came from.

Thinking it would be a little more interesting, he gave strength to his right hand that held the sword. And he stepped down the advance.

‘I’m a fool.’

Meanwhile, Baek Chun stared at Yo-pyong with his sinking eyes.

‘Why did I try to look back?’

Because there’s his Sahyung in the back?

Because he was afraid?

No.

Because there’s Chung Myung in the back.

‘Foolish.’

He stepped forward with so much confidence. He braved the dissuade and put a bluff on his shoulders.

However, deep down in his heart, he seemed to have a complacent idea that Chung Myung would somehow come forward in the event of a crisis.

There was nothing wrong with that statement. Baek Chun was just a rookie who had no skills and only trusted in something behind his back. Whether it’s Mount Hua or Chung Myung.

So, when the moment he thought was a crisis came, he was trying to find Chung Myung!

That fact made Baek Chun furious.

‘And am I still Daesahyung of Mount Hua?’

When is he talking so high?

‘Don’t be nervous. Go back to basics. Lower your posture.’

‘You’ve made a lot of noise.’

Like he’s become something he can’t keep at all.

He can’t raise his face because of embarrassment.

But…….

‘Not yet.’

Baek Chun’s eyes sank deeper.

Chung Myung said it. That everyone makes mistakes. It’s important not to make mistakes, but more than that, it is important to make up for them.

The opponent is strong. He wields the most powerful sword Baek Chun has ever faced.

What should he do with his strength against such an opponent?

Mount Hua’s sword he learned wasn’t like that.

‘Put strength on the toes.’

The big toe pressed down on the ground.

‘Lower the lower body firmly, and keep the tension tight so that you can react at any time.’

The slightly spread legs were slightly lowered.

‘Straighten your back.”

The hand holding the sword loosens its strength.

“Sword…….”

His concentration, which had risen to the highest level, made him unknowingly let his thoughts come out of his mouth.

“The sword is infinitely free.”

Seuruk.

Even though he didn’t think much about it, his sword took a standstill by unfolding the stance of the Six-Fold Combo Sword.

“Youuu!”

And when he noticed the change, Yo-pyong rushed into a frenzy without giving Baek Chun a chance to take a complete stance.

The shape of the sword spewed out bright red energy, with a distorted face like a thug and a wave of air radiating from the whole body. Looking at it, it was as if Asura of hell rushed in viciously.

But Baek Chun was not agitated in the slightest.

Swaeaeak!

The plum sword was glued gently to waist-level height. And without defying the opponent’s power, he added his own power and lightly pushed upward.

The misdirected Yo-pyong Dao narrowly grazed Baek Chun’s head and cut off his headband.

Sareureuk.

The half-split headband trickled down and Baek Chun’s hair scattered in all directions. His eyes, which sank between his scattered hair, shone coldly.

Paang!

His sword, which had deflected his opponent’s path, cut through the air like a beam of light.

When a dozen stabbings flew instantly, Yo-pyong’s face hardened instantly.

“This!”

Kwaaang!

Even though there was nothing particularly touching by the sword wielded with excitement, it caused a loud sound.

Baek Chun’s sword energy was also shattered in an instant by the attack.

But Baek Chun had already widened his distance from Yo-pyong.

Stabbing.

Paaang!

One more time.

Paaang!

“Iiik!”

The neck, the abdomen, and the heart.

Yo-pyong’s face was gradually distorted by the sword that stabbed briefly as if aimed only at places that were difficult to block.

Unconsciously, he took a step back and immediately looked at Baek Chun with a stunning eye.

It is the most forbidden thing for a swordsman to keep their distance!

And.

Sareureuk.

The edge of Baek Chun’s sword did not miss the opportunity and began to draw a vivid plum blossom.

Yo-pyong rushed forward with a roar of anger.

He has never experienced it himself, but isn’t it common sense for everyone who knows Mount Hua that they shouldn’t let Mount Hua’s Plum Swordsman draw plum blossoms?

A hundred years ago, it was a very common thing.

But that long time made even a swordsman the size of Yo-pyong make a mistake.

In an instant, his eyes were covered with red plum blossoms.

The fact that the remnants of the sword energy could draw plum blossoms was a surprise to Yo-pyong, who had gone through all the hardships.

But now, there was no time to be distracted by the marvelous sight.

“Chaaat!”

Yo-pyong’s Dao spouted blood-colored energy.

Before the opponent painted a complete plum blossom, he pulled out all his force and was determined to destroy the technique. And he unfolds the most intense martial art he has.

“Dieeeee!”

Kwaaaang!

The blood-red energy created by Yo-pyong poured into the plum blossoms.

The plum blossoms, which had not yet fully bloomed, collided with Yo-pyong’s energy, causing an explosion that seemed to rupture the eardrums.

“Run!”

“Damn it!”

Fragments of sword energy were thrown out in all directions. The Red Serpent Sword and the disciples of Mount Hua were terrified and flew all over the place.

However, even at that moment, Yo-pyong was still chasing Baek Chun’s trail with eyes as if a beast was chasing its prey.

‘Where are you?’

As the plum blossom forest was being dug up, he looked for Baek Chun with persistent eyes.

And at that moment.

Paaang!

In the plum blossoms forest, just before they were completely destroyed, a gruesome sword flew in aiming at Yo-pyong’s neck.

“I’ve predicted that you punk!”

Yo-pyong hit the flying sword energy and shot energy in the attack’s direction.

Kwaang! Kwaaaang! Kwaang!

“Sasuuuuk!”

Yo-pyong’s energy completely tore apart the plum blossoms and smashed the ground one after another with the momentum to crush everything in the world. The ground was dented and a violent wave blew in all directions.

‘Dead.’

Yo-pyong’s mouth is crooked.

If he swung his sword there, he could never dodge that attack. The result will be the same whether he blocked it or not. There’s no way a kid with internal strength could rival him.

It was the moment when Yo-pyong was convinced of his complete victory.

‘What…?’

His eyes were wide open.

At last, only one sword fell on the ground where the sword energy had attacked.

The plum sword, was held by Baek Chun, whom he had fought so far.

But no Baek Chun’s body should have died with the sword.

‘Whe- Where?’

Then.

Thud.

A strong advance was heard from Yo-pyong’s back.

Yo-pyong, who turned his head backward instantly, opened his mouth and eyes wide open.

Blood poured out of Baek Chun’s mouth and stood in front of Yo-pyong’s eyes. And his fist was stuck in Yo-pyong’s waist.

Kwaaang!

Udeuduk.

There was the sound of something exploding and the sound of bones being crushed simultaneously. Yo-pyong couldn’t even scream and fell out, spouting a fountain of his blood.

Kuung! Kuuuung! Kuung!

Yo-pyong, who bounced off the ground several times like a flat stone thrown into the water, looked at Baek Chun with trembling eyes.

“Ke- Keuk!”

He opened his mouth, but the first thing that came out before the words was a lump of blood. He barely managed to open his mouth with blood.

“Sword……… swordsman let go of his own sword……….”

Then, Baek Chun, who struggled to calm his panting breath, laughed lowly and roared.

“What? One should do everything to win the battle.”

“…….”

Yo-pyong’s red face repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, he then collapsed as his eyes overturned.

Tok.

When his head was finally stuck to the ground, Baek Chun spat out blood in his mouth and said,

“In real life, if you are careless, you will die. Keep that in mind, boy.”

And Chung Myung, who was watching the whole process, smiled pleasedly.

‘You’re so annoying.’

That’s a disease, too.