Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 395
His thoughts went blank.
His outstretched hand shook and scratched the floor.
The leg was severed. In an instant, the legs that had been so healthy were.
However, it was not the amputation of Son Wol’s leg that sent him to hell, but the process.
‘What the heck is this, what the hell is this!’
He’s never heard of anything like this before.
Instilling internal strength in others is the same as cheating. But, even after that, how can he draw a sword?
Son Wol would not have had a single cut-off leg if he had faced Chung Myung fairly.
But who could have predicted that a man treating others by relying on his inner strength would pull off such a feat?
This results from carelessness, which cannot be described as such. Son Wol finds this fact intolerable.
“Ugh…….”
He groaned like a beast and raised his head. And he noticed Chung Myung approaching with a sword.
His chest tensed.
Chung Myung’s appearance, with an indifferent face and a blood-soaked sword hanging down, was eerily similar to that of a Grim Reaper.
“Get up.”
Beyond the coldness, a voice that could not even feel the highs and lows of emotions penetrated Son Wol’s ears.
“I told you.”
Geuguguk.
The sound of the sword scratching the ground shook his ears like thunder.
“I’ll kill you brutally.”
Son Wol’s eyes shone with terror.
Can’t he tell just by looking at the hand that slashes his subordinate’s throat or the mind that slashes the opponent’s legs without hesitation?
He was unlike any other Righteous faction he had encountered. That man would have stood by the words he had spoken.
Step.
Finally, the creepy footsteps stopped.
“Wha- What are you doing? Stop! Stop him! STOP HIIIIIIIIMMM!!!!”
When Son Wol shouted loudly, the atmosphere on the battlefield changed.
Those who have been watching things that have nothing to do with them have begun to return to reality.
“Sto- Stop him!”
“Protect Daeju-nim!”
The whole team led by Quick Spear Life Reaper rushed between Chung Myung and Son Wol and freaked out.
“You!”
“I won’t let you go, you bastards!”
But this time, Mount Hua’s disciples didn’t let them do as they pleased. Those in the back can’t help it, but those who are within reach of the sword have started pouring out fierce sword energy.
It was the first time Mount Hua’s disciples, who had been pushed back, took the offensive.
“These little bastards!”
“Get out of my way, you bastard!”
The warriors of Myriad Man House screamed, but the sword of Mount Hua’s disciple did not allow them to leave.
However, a dozen or so warriors of Myriad Man House who managed to escape the chaos flew into the midst of Chung Myung and Son Wol.
“Daeju-nim…….”
Sogok.
The neck rises into the sky.
“…….”
The first man to step forward lost his neck at a single swing and plummeted like a log. The sight made everyone flinch and stop their feet.
Chwaak.
When Chung Myung shook the sword briefly, blood from the edge of his sword splattered onto the ground.
“Anyway…….”
A hoarse voice came out of Chung Myung’s mouth as he stared ahead.
“I didn’t mean to leave you alive either. If you want to die early, do as you wish.”
Bam!
Chung Myung’s feet crushed the ground.
At the same time, red sword energy came out from his outstretched sword. It seemed that the sword energy, which was redder and clearer than the blood-soaked land, soon began to paint dozens or hundreds of plum blossoms.
The warriors of Myriad Man House were all startled and opened their eyes wide.
Of course, it wasn’t the first sight for them. They had seen that sword technique several times in the process of dealing with those Mount Hua’s little boys just a while ago.
But it’s different. It’s the same sword technique, but they couldn’t say it was the same.
It’s the same sword technique, but it’s different depending on who uses it.
Each flower petal was embroidered in the air with each movement. As if every one of them was alive. It was a spectacle that went beyond vividness to a spectacle.
‘Sto- Stop…….’
The person in the lead pushed the internal force as much as possible and lifted the sword. His body moved before his head could even think. After raising the power to the extent that the Dantian was torn, he swung the dao like a storm.
Fierce.
As if proving that the training he had accumulated so far was not in vain, the energy-coated dao ripped through the front as if it would crush everything in front of him.
But even so.
No matter how rough and powerful the dao is, how strong it is, or how much energy it releases, will it be able to blow off all the petals blown by the wind?
Plum blossoms flooded in through the fine gap that was not reached by the dao.
‘N- No!’
By the time he saw it, it was already too late.
Sogok.
As soon as the fluttering petals touched his wrist, blood was scattered with frightening pain.
A wound deep enough to reveal the bones of the wrist, and the dao, which was moving fiercely, lost its momentum for a while.
And that was it.
‘Ah…’
When he came to his senses, the whole world was covered with plum blossoms.
‘Insane…’
The petals swept through his body.
“Euaaakkkk!”
Starting with his desperate scream, those who stood by were also completely covered in red plum blossoms.
After a while.
Thud. Thud.
With a heavy sound, the warriors of Myriad Man House standing in front collapsed as if they were thrown to the ground.
“…….”
Those who watched lost their words at sight.
Mount Hua’s sword.
There was a reason why it was evaluated that it was not suitable as a sword of the Righteous faction because it was excessively mischievous and strong.
Blood gushed from the whole body of those who had already lost their breath before they closed their eyes.
The hearts of those who watched were cold.
How could this be the first time to see their colleague stabbed by the opponent? But it was far different from what they had ever seen.
At a glance, there was no place where the fallen body was intact from head to toe.
Does it mean that the sword energy contains so many thorns, that it causes so many wounds to a person in an instant?
They could tell just by looking at the wound. That there’s no chance of winning.
Step.
While everyone was stunned, only Chung Myung looked around indifferently.
As he took a step, the blood pooled on the ground was trampled on by Chung Myung’s feet and splashed in all directions.
“That…….”
The warriors of Myriad Man House shuddered, unable to jump or run away.
Their teeth collided against each other, and their whole body cooled as if they had entered an ice cave.
‘Block?’
‘Blocking that?’
‘Stop such a man?’
Only then did they realize how reckless they were.
But it’s already irreversible.
The edge of the dao they grabbed was trembling, but it was not their fault. It was something to appreciate that they lifted the dao without running away immediately.
Their head goes blank.
“Stop! Stop him! You punks!”
In the meantime, the desperate screams of Son Wol constantly penetrated their ears.
But they neither obeyed nor rebelled against that ruthless order. Their situation was too terrible to react to such a voice.
‘How…’
But fortunately, they didn’t have to worry about it anymore.
When did the man swing his sword?
When they came to their senses, their eyes were already covered with red plum blossoms. They already fully understood what the plum blossoms meant. They couldn’t help but wonder how dangerous that scene was.
Nevertheless, the moment they remembered the impression that it was beautiful… … It won’t be their fault.
‘This is an illusion.’
And that illusion ravaged the hardened body without even having time to do anything.
A desperate scream echoed once again.
When the rain of plum blossoms that bloomed like a fantasy disappeared like a dream.
No single person is left to block the gap between Son Wol and Chung Myung.
Step.
The scene created by the sword technique was absolutely beautiful, but the place where the beautiful fantasy swept through was devastating.
Standing among the fallen bodies, Chung Myung spoke very slowly.
“Now it’s your turn.”
“Hu, heu…… ugh!”
Son Wol’s eyes were bloodshot as if they were about to explode.
“Dog-like…….”
He slammed his one remaining spear into the ground and raised his body with all his might.
He stumbled a lot because of the lost leg but managed to stand himself up.
“You damn bastard!”
His eyes, which burst as soon as there was a vein and turned red, glared at Chung Myung with hostility, anger, and inevitable fear.
Kwadeuk.
After pulling the spear out of the ground, he grabbed it with both hands and aimed at Chung Myung.
“Don’t you dare look down on me…….”
“Shut your mouth.”
But Chung Myung’s cold voice interrupted him.
“Ik!”
Son Wol bit his lips. His bite was so intense that his flesh quickly sank, but he didn’t feel the slightest pain.
Son Wol began to push all the remaining internal strength into the spear.
The excessively rotated spear caused a vortex and tore the flesh of his hand, but Son Wol increased his energy and pushed it into the spear.
Hand?
What’s the point of such a thing in front of his life?
He threw the short spear like a bolt of lightning.
“Dieeeee!”
His determined blow, Seven Snakes and Frogs (칠사탐와(七蛇探蛙)), exuded unprecedented energy. Seven vortex swirls flew in with intensity after Chung Myung’s whole body.
Although one leg was lost, his momentum was rather more than when his two legs were intact.
It was clear that it was one move (일초(一招)) that clearly proved the reason why he had risen to the position of Daeju of Myriad Man House.
But his opponent was none other than Chung Myung.
Chung Myung took a step forward, even as he saw seven swirls of energy flying toward him.
Kaaang!
The plum sword that hit the side of the vortex was bent as if it would break.
Kaaang! Kaaaang!
Chung Myung advanced forward, smashing the side of the incoming vortex and twisting its direction.
The moment when the remaining five swirls of energy flew right in front of Chung Myung’s whole body.
‘What?’
Son Wol opened his eyes wide.
Chung Myung’s body disappeared from the spot as if he were completely extinguished.
Son Wol was frightened and raised his energy as much as he could. It’s too late if he follows him with his eyes.….
“You……!”
The head of Son Wol’s spear was bent upward as if it was about to break.
At last, the figure of a person falling down came into his sight clearly.
“You’re late.”
Sogok!
The sound of a sword cutting through skin penetrated his ear.
And a little later, another sound rang out.
Tong.
It was the sound of something made of iron falling to the ground.
Son Wol lowered his eyes blankly.
A shot spear that he had been holding a while ago fell on the ground. Still in his hands.
“…….”
As he shifted his eyes little by little, he could clearly see that his wrist had been cut off.
However, the sense of reality has disappeared. He didn’t feel any pain either.
His trembling eyes turned forward. Chung Myung was staring straight at him from a distance that would be more than enough to reach if he stretched out his hand.
“I’m a man of my word.”
Puuk!
“Aaaaak!”
The pain in the pierced shoulder brought Son Wol back to reality. As the sword digging into his shoulder stirred, his body was gradually pushed back.
Son Wol desperately flung himself back with one leg left.
If it keeps going like this, he’ll die.
He can’t die like this…….
“Where are you going?”
Sogok.
His chest was cut.
Sogok.
His stomach ripped open and red blood poured out like a waterfall.
Sogok.
His face was cut and one of his visions was completely blacked out.
Chung Myung gradually cut down Son Wol’s whole body as if he were playing with him. Like Son Wol did to Un Gum a while ago.
“Euaaaaaaa!”
Son Wol shouted as if having a fit.
His one remaining fist was swung convulsively with internal strength.
“You fucker …….”
Sogok!
However, his arms, which were swung, were cut off from the elbow and soared to the air before stretching out.
“……Ah.”
Sogok.
The thigh of the one remaining leg was cut in half. Son Wol’s body, unable to maintain its balance any longer, fell to the ground as it was.
Chung Myung’s sword flew in like a hungry snake in his exposed upper body.
Paaaat!
In the blink of an eye, the sword was swung dozens of times, producing only one pounding sound.
Dozens of new stab wounds were added to Son Wol’s chest.
“Kereuk…….”
His eyes began to lose their light rapidly. He pursed his lips as if to say something, but the blood flowing back into his throat did not allow it.
“People leave wills.”
Chung Myung’s sword touched Son Wol’s neck.
“You die like a worm. Even that is too much for you.”
Puuk.
There was no hesitation, no mercy. Chung Myung’s sword penetrated Son Wol’s throat.
Having convulsions, he went cold without even closing his eyes.
Chung Myung, who pulled out the sword, shook off the sword as if even the blood on it was dirty and scattered the blood.
Quick Spear Life Reaper was still.
Chung Myung, who had been looking at the dying Son Wol spear for a while, slowly turned away.
Flinch.
The whole Myriad Man House’s people were cramped with convulsions.
Soon after, the voice from Chung Myung’s mouth chilled their blood.
“…Next.”