Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 423
Kolkolkolkol.
“Kuaahhh!”
Chung Myung, who had just finished his drink, exclaimed loudly and rubbed his mouth with his sleeve. Then he grinned at the direction in which the disciples ran out.
“Kikikik.”
Hye Yeon had a glum expression on his face. He cannot participate in the race because he is not a disciple of Mount Hua, so he is forced to sit out.
“Siju.”
“Yes?”
“Wouldn’t it be a little risky?”
“What?”
With a worried expression, Hye Yeon looked to the side where the Mount Hua disciples had fled.
“When I saw the Yuryong Sect’s disciple ran out a little while ago, they seemed to have a very high level of Lightness Art.….”
“I suppose so. They’re Yuryong Sect after all.” (Yuryong = Phantom / Ghost.)
Chung Myung would not have done work with them if they were not that skilled to begin with.
‘That’s enough.’
“But do we really need to compete like this?”
“What do you know?”
Chung Myung saw Wu Changsong, the Elder of the Yuryong Sect, and Du Yuncan Somunju, who was standing nearby.
“……I need to set things straight for now.”
“Did you say a set thing?”
“No, nothing.”
He shrugged and drank again.
Hye Yeon didn’t seem relieved at all.
“I’m a little nervous.….”
Then Chung Myung looked at him with a smirk.
“This fake monk is always worried about something these days.”
“…….”
“Do you train yourself for no reason?”
Chung Myung’s expression was too relaxed and dull.
It would have been different if they were disciples who hadn’t properly learned Mount Hua’s Lightness Art before, but they have now.
“Lightness Art is the most intuitive thing. As much as you work hard, you’ll get results. And as far as I know, no one has trained harder than my Sahyung.”
“……who knows that…….”
“What?”
“No…….”
Hye Yeon shook his head weakly.
‘It’s actually an excessive concern.’
Currently, Hye Yeon knew most of the Mount Hua disciples’ skills. No, to be exact, none of the outsiders would know more about them than Hye Yeon.
In his view, Baek Chun and his party’s performance has already surpassed the rising star level. If they were taken to Shaolin, there would be no one to cope with them within the same generation. Except for Hye Yeon.
No matter how well Yuryong Sect is in Lightness Art, it won’t be easy to beat the disciples of Mount Hua.
“Come to think of it, it will be an easy game.”
“An easy match?”
But this time, Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth meaningfully.
“Well, I hope so.”
“Huh?”
“Anyway, if they’re late, they’re dead.”
His eyes twinkled as if something interesting was in front of him.
Anxiety began to appear on Hye Yeon’s face when he saw it.
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“Eucha!”
Jo-Gol hit the ground hard.
Each time he pushes the ground, his body springs forward several meters. With the momentum, he pushed forward in an instant.
“Euahahahat!”
He couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
‘I feel like able to fly after I take the damn iron piece off!’
‘What a refreshing feeling!’
Throughout the five thousand Li road from Shaanxi to Guizhou, he drags a piece of metal made of the d*mn muncheol or something. It’s a distance that would break a human’s feet even if they walked with just their bodies, but he got to iron that’s ten times heavier than ordinary iron on his limbs, the pain must have been excruciating.
After he took off the lump of metal, he felt so light that he couldn’t control himself. At the same time, his confidence soared.
Whether his opponent is a Yuryong Sect or whatever, he can win as much as he wants now.
Kwaak!
His feet were brimming with strength as they hit the ground.
‘For sure!’
The force that goes into his legs was quite different from usual as if it was the effect of overworking the body while coming here.
‘The training of that punk is definitely working.’
‘I hate to admit it, but!’
So anyway, let’s win this game…….
“Oh, that’s pretty fast.”
Jo-Gol’s head turned when he heard a voice right next to him.
‘No…?’
Currently, he was advancing at a tremendous rate. He was surprised that he could run this fast. However, the person next to him now seemed relaxed as if the speed was nothing.
‘He can keep up?’
When Jo-Gol’s face flashed a little with astonishment, Yuryong Sect’s disciple snuck in.
“So this is a disciple of a prestigious sect, huh? You don’t seem to be neglecting your training.”
Jo-Gol’s eyebrows twitched slightly.
‘This bastard?’
It was obvious that he was looked down upon looking at Yuryong Sect’s disciples’ attitude. This was the attitude that Southern Edge Sect’s disciples or other Ten Great Sect disciples who met them at the beginning of the Murim Competition frequently showed in the past.
At least they were convinced they were better than Mount Hua’s disciples in Lightness Art.
Jo-Gol, who heated slightly, snapped.
“You’re gonna get hurt if you’re so confident.”
“Whoa?”
The disciple of the Yuryong Sect laughed as if he had heard a funny joke.
“I like the confidence, but I think you need to know one thing.”
“Hm?”
“Do you know what road this is?”
Jo-Gol tilted his head. He doesn’t know what it means.….
“It’s the road we use for training.”
“What about it? Do you mean you’re going to win because you’ve run around here a lot?”
“No, no. I’m not saying that.”
The disciple of the Yuryong Sect shoots fast forward.
“Ah!”
“You’ll know when you get through it!”
Jo-Gol’s eyes widened at the swift movement.
“Gol-ah!”
And behind him, Yoon Jong ran at a tremendous speed.
“What are you doing?”
“N- No, he……!”
“Get over it! Catch up for now! It’s a headache to miss the lead!”
“Yes!”
The two rushed forward side by side. They pushed internal strength to their feet as much as possible and moved forward quickly without hesitation.
“Eurachaaa!”
“Stop there…!”
And at that moment.
Kwak!
‘Huh?’
He felt a strange sensation in his feet that he stepped on vigorously.
Jo-Gol’s eyes, which had his head down reflexively, showed the ground he stepped on was completely extinguished.
“Wha- What!”
“Trap?”
Soon, the place where Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong stood collapsed at once. And their bodies began to plummet as it is.
“Euaaaaa!”
“No, you crazy!”
They couldn’t cope with the sudden loss of the surface because he only thought about running with all his might.
Kung!
Kuuung!
At the same speed, as they were running, the two men collided with the wall of the pit and flowed down.
Pungdong!
“Kkureruruk…….”
The two, who fell into the pit filled with water, barely regained consciousness and pulled their heads out of the water.
“Puuuut!”
“Keuhuk! Uhuhuk! Keuhuk!”
Yoon Jong coughed until his face turned red and spat out the water he had swallowed.
“What’s this? Why is there a trap on the road?!”
“R- Right.”
Then.
A cheeky voice was heard above the heads of the two men, who were about to rise up while grinding their teeth.
“Oh, one more.”
The disciple of the Yuryong Sect, who had rushed forward, was sticking his head out of the pit.
With a big smile, he giggled and said,
“There are many other traps besides this, so be careful.”
Even so, Jo-Gol’s eyes, which were full of anger, lit up.
“No, that bastard?”
“This is a gift.”
Kung!
The advance of the disciple of the Yuryong Sect shook the ground. It was a strong vibration that felt more clearly for the two people in the pit.
“……Huh?”
‘But what if you step on it so hard?’
“N-No….”
Ureureureung.
The pit walls, which had seemed close, began to collapse at once. Mass of soil cascaded over Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong’s heads.
The two frightened people shouted with their eyes wide open.
“Hey, you damn bastard!”
“Hiiik!”
Ureureureung!
The pit collapsed and filled the place where Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong were.
The disciple of the Yuryong Sect, who was looking down at the neatly covered pit, smiled.
“I don’t have any personal ill will, but if we lose, we’ll look ugly.”
Paaat.
At the end of the remark, he shoots forward without hesitation.
A little later.
Suddenly, someone’s hand popped out of the soil where the dust settled quietly.
The hands, which had fumbled left and right a couple of times, stirred loudly and pushed the pile of dirt side to side.
“Keueueu!”
“Iiik!”
Soon after, Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, who became mudmen covered in water and soil, crawled out through the pile of dirt.
“Ptoo! Ptoooo! Aaaakkh!”
“…Gol-ah. Don’t eat dirt.”
With a face covered with mud, Jo-Gol’s eyes were bloodshot.
“Sahyung.”
“…….”
“Let’s kill all those bastards.”
Yoon Jong was no different.
“I agree with you this time.”
The two people, who exchanged glances, began to run wild as if they had promised before.
“Kill them!”
“If you’re caught, you’re a dead man!”
The two ran toward the mountain, constantly making a sound that would make Hyun Jong sick had he heard it.
“Haak! Haak!”
At that time, Tang So-so was also running forward while sweating profusely. Even when she was out of breath, her eyes kept glancing to the side.
“Sa- Sago!”
“No.”
“Please leave me, and go first…….”
“No.”
Right next to Tang So-so, Yoo Iseol was running with sharp eyes.
“No more, huuk, I can’t run more.”
“You can do it.”
No matter how strong she is as a daughter of the Tang Family, and that she has strong basic stamina and internal strength second to none, it was still only based on Mount Hua’s ordinary disciples.
Her martial art is no match for Mount Hua Five Sword yet. Then how can she run at the same speed as them?
The problem was that Yoo Iseol was not a human of common sense.
She thought Sahyung would win on their own if she ran moderately, but Yoo Iseol kept on her right from the start.
Eventually, after running at Yoo Iseol’s pace while crying and eating mustard, Tang So-so now felt the sky was yellow.
“I’m- I’m going to die!”
“It’s okay. You can do it.”
‘I’m not okay, I’m not!’
Why does Sago say she is okay?
A look of resentment crossed Tang So-so’s face.
At that time, Yoo Iseol looked forward and frowned.
The two Yuryong Sect’s disciples that ran in front of them began to show their backs.
‘We caught up?’
‘No, not yet.’
Then they’re slowing down. Why?
But the person who was running in front suddenly glanced back. Yoo Iseol frowned at the faint smile around his mouth.
“Be careful!”
“What?”
Her hunch was not wrong. Those running in front kicked the trees around them with all their might.
Kung! Kuung!
As soon as the powerful kick shook the tree, Yoo Iseol’s head turned upward.
“So-so!”
“Yes?”
Yoo Iseol pulled Tang So-so hard. At the same time, she pulled out a sword around her waist.
Swaeaeak!
Something was pouring down from above the trees, which were so dense and poorly lit.
‘A bamboo spear?’
To be exact, it was more of a bamboo stick than a bamboo spear. Bamboo with no killing power because it is not sharp at the tip.
However, for those who were running at such speed, it was threatening enough to call it a bamboo spear with no sharp end.
“Taat!”
A short, strong shout burst out of Yoo Iseol’s mouth.
Her sword cut through the air and cut down all the bamboo sticks that had been pouring over her head.
‘This is nothing!’
Paaang!
But at that moment, there was a loud bang. Following the bamboo sticks, things like large balls were thrown toward the pair this time.
“It’s no use!”
Yoo Iseol’s sword split the sky again. A shriek broke out in Tang So-so’s mouth.
“Argh! No, you can’t, Sago!”
‘Yes?’
‘What’s not working?’
Sogok! Sogok!
The sword had already been swung, and the balls that had been flying were cut at once.
But at that moment.
Poong! Pooong! Poooong!
The cut balls exploded, and something black spread out from side to side.
‘What?’
Yoo Iseol’s eyes widened to the size of a candle.
“Net…?”
By the time she realized it, it was already too late.
Iron nets sticking out of the ball covered Yoo Iseol and Tang So-so.
Chwaak! Chwaaaak!
One layer! Two layers! The net poured down one after another over the two women who were already tangled in the net.
“Kyaaak!”
Eventually, their feet got tangled and the two rolled downhill as a group.
“Argh! Argh! My waist! Ugh!”
“…….”
Kung! Kuuung! Kung!
The two curled up like a round ball, hit the ground, bounced, and rolled again. Then, it was only on the flat ground that the speed slowed down.
“Ugh…….Uuu……. D- Die…….”
“…….”
A weak hand trembled and took off the net.
Clattak.
After barely taking off the net, Tang So-so fell to the ground with a groan.
“……… those d*mn people…….”
She gritted her teeth and sighed deeply, and Yoo Iseol, who took off all the nets and threw them away, opened her mouth.
“So-so.”
“Yes?”
With her head lifted reflexively, Tang So-so flinched and shrank.
Yoo Iseol, who had her tied hair in a half-torn state and scattered, tore the string completely and threw it to the ground. His dark hair flowed down like a ghost, and a blue eye gleamed through them.
“…….”
It was a sight that even a person with the most courage could make drop their heart.
Yoo Iseol exuded qi from all over her body and murmured as if chewing and spitting.
“I’m going first.”
“… Don’t kill them.”
“I will think about it.”
She spewed demon-like eyes and clasped her sword. She then ran forward like a beam of light.
“…….”
Left alone, Tang So-so was unknowingly worried about the disciple of the Yuryong Sect.