Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 495
Gooooo!
The surface shook violently as if an earthquake had occurred.
In a world that was all white, a majestic gold light shone majestically.
In time.
Uuuung!
With the sound of thousands of bees flying up at the same time, the gold light burst out like a dam bursting out of a valley.
“Aaargh!”
“Euaargh!”
Those who were swept away by that great Fist Force (권력(拳力)) were thrown away with a desperate scream. It looked like a ball being kicked.
“…… That damn overpowered.”
Jo-Gol muttered at the sight.
“No!”
Then, he screamed with an angry face.
“Someone has to wield their sword seventy-seven times to unfold a single sword basic technique! While someone else blows out six techniques with one punch! Wow, damn it. Had I known this would happen, I would go to Shaolin too! Why did I come to Mount Hua … … .”
“No, this lunatic?!”
Yoon Jong swung his sword and kicked Jo-Gol with all his might.
“Kak!”
Jo-Gol, who was beaten in the ribs, rolled over to the ground. Even so, Yoon Jong, still not relieved of his anger, said with his eyes wide open.
“I’ll see you after the battle. This punk does it. Are you steeping so low to even do Sect Blasphemy (기사멸조/欺師滅祖) now?” (xoxo: sorry i can’t find any better word to explain this term without being too wordy)
“I- I didn’t intend to, Sahyung……!”
“Shut up!”
“Yes.”
When there is a sharp glare in Yoon Jong’s eyes, Jo-Gol quickly closed his mouth. If his eyes overturned, isn’t he the one who even Chung Myung can’t stop?
‘But it’s a little unfair.’
The efficiency is different. The efficiency.
He realized why Shaolin’s martial arts are called the world’s best. Of course, it seems a lot stronger than it really is due to the person using it being a prodigy, but still……
“Anyway, the monk is no joke either.”
The image of him being bullied by Chung Myung and ending up tearing up is stuck in his head. Come to think of it, wasn’t that yangban Shaolin’s best rising stars, which was cherished by Shaolin’s Bangjang?
If he hadn’t met Chung Myung, he would have walked a solid path in Shaolin by now.
Such a yangban …
“Heup, Amitabha! Go to hell, Siju!”
…… is like that now.
Each time Hye Yeon flew one fist, the Ice Clan Sword Squad’s sword fluttered like a pile of straw kicked by horse’s hind feet.
No matter how different the types of martial arts were and the conditions were, they couldn’t help but feel unfair at this point.
“This guy!”
“Hiiik!”
Suddenly, a sword flew in front of his nose, and the frightened Jo-Gol hurriedly rolled over.
“No, that crazy guy is really?”
Seeing the scene, Yoon Jong’s eyes became bloodshot. Not being able to concentrate while fighting, is there another idiot like that in the world?
Feeling Yoon Jong’s gaze stuck in his back, Jo-Gol broke into a cold sweat. And he quickly began to unilaterally drive the Ice Sword Squad off. The sword was twice as fast as before, and the internal strength was twice as fast.
And he sweated twice as much.
Fortunately for such Jo-Gol, Yoon Jong didn’t keep an eye on him the whole time. This is because Hye Yeon literally started running wild.
“Taaaat!”
Kwaaang!
“Amitabha!”
Kuuuung!
Every time Hye Yeon reached out, golden energy sparkled. The Ice Sword Squad flew helplessly like autumn leaves.
“……It’s a little too much.”
Who would call that a disciple of Shaolin?
When it comes to Shaolin, benevolent power is fundamental. However, in Hye Yeon’s M.O., mercy was not found at all, and was full of overbearing power.
Seeing Hye Yeon with a relatively small figure exudes terrifying power and strides across the battlefield, he looked more like a master of an Evil Sect rather than a Shaolin monk.
“……This is all Mount Hua’s sin.”
To be exact, it’s Chung Myung’s sin.
“……Amitabha.”
Yoon Jong, who sadly chanted, shook his head and moved to clean up the completely demotivated Ice Sword Squad.
Bang Pyo’s eyes looked around constantly. His complexion was getting paler and paler.
Anyone with eyes had no choice but to know that the situation had tilted.
‘How did we end up in this situation?’
It is natural for the prisoners who regain their internal strength to drive off the guards. In the first place, they were the vassals of the former Clan Leader. If only they could use internal strength, ordinary warriors of the Ice Clan wouldn’t be able to deal with them.
But that Ice Sword Squad is different.
“Tha- That….”
Hye Yeon was now sweeping away the Ice Sword Squad, emitting light from his eyes and bursting with madness.
“Wha- What the hell are they…….”
Bang Pyo was perplexed. How can the Ice Sword Squad be beaten so unilaterally?
The Ice Sword Squad was one of the main forces of the Ice Clan. Of course, they are not enough to be called the greatest armed unit representing the Ice Clan. But even so, they were never lacking to be called an elite.
Such Ice Sword Squad is being pushed unilaterally by those youngsters.
How did he suppose to take this reality?
‘We- We have to escape.’
Bang Pyo’s head began to spin fast.
The battlefield’s victory and defeat have already been decided. At this rate, no one could escape and they would all be subdued.
Someone has to get out of here and let the Ice Clan know about this.
The fact that the prisoners escaped, and that the guests point their swords at the Ice Clan.
It was at that time when Bang Pyo was quickly searching for an escape route.
“You’re like a mouse, rolling your eyes again.”
“…….”
Yosa Hon, who had just taken care of the guard who was blocking his way, slowly approached Bang Pyo. While raising pure white energy on both hands.
When he saw the venom in Yosa Hon’s eyes, he felt his heart drop.
“Yo- Yosa Hon.”
“You mention my name well. The First Elder, the world has changed a lot compared to the time when you were showing respect to me as the First Elder. Isn’t that right, Bang Pyo?”
Bang Pyo faltered back without realizing it.
“Do- Do you think you’ll be fine even after this? The Clan Leader…….”
“If I were afraid of Seol Chonsang, I wouldn’t even start.”
Yosa Hon’s eyes radiated a blue light.
He who tries to talk by looking at that eyes is either stupid or thoughtless. Unfortunately, Bang Pyo didn’t think he was of that kind.
He held out his hand as if threatening Yosa Hon and pulled one foot back.
“Elder Yo ……. I’m definitely no match for you in the past.”
“You know it well.”
“……but you’re not in a normal state either. No matter how much you regain your internal strength, you won’t be able to easily remove the damages that has accumulated over the years.”
Yosa Hon slightly frowned.
Bang Pyo wasn’t wrong. He only recovered his internal strength, but he failed to repair his body and did not regain even half of his past martial art. It was the same for other prisoners here.
“With such a body!”
Bang Pyo released his internal strength toward the front.
Energy loaded with the chilling yin flew in a straight line toward Yosa Hon.
“Keuk!”
Yosa Hon, who struck straight at the flying energy, tried to jump at Bang Pyo. But at that moment, Bang Pyo was already flying far away.
“This!”
Yosa Hon distorted his face and chased after Bang Pyo. If he lost him like this, a tracking team will be formed in no time…….
“Huh?”
But at that very moment.
Kwaaang!
With the sound of shaking the earth, Bang Pyo, who was running away, fell to the ground.
Jjojok. Jjojojok.
Yosa Hon stood tall and blinked his eyes blankly. Before his eyes, a huge semicircular pit suddenly appeared.
“This…….”
What made him even more dumbfounded was not the pit, but the scene that unfolded in it.
Chung Myung was scratching his head on top of the twitching Bang Pyo, whose body was strangely bent.
“Uh…… Did I step too hard?”
“…….”
Bang Pyo was twitching with foam in his mouth.
Yosa Hon’s opened his mouth wide.
“Chung Myung, we’ve got them all together.”
Chung Myung turned his head at Baek Cheon’s words. The surrounding was full of the Ice Sword Squad and guards who were brought under control.
Half of them were unconscious, but the remaining half are still awake. Their faces were filled with indisputable bewilderment and frustration.
“Tsk.”
Chung Myung saw it and briefly clicked his tongue.
The prisoners standing behind him were still shaking their bodies as if the grudge had not been resolved. Every time their shoulder moved up and down, the guards flinched and shrank.
Eventually, Yosa Hon stepped up and calmed the prisoners down.
“Everyone, calm down. Although they are guilty of many crimes, don’t you all know that the real culprit is Seol Chonsang and not them?”
“Of course, we know, Elder-nim. But…….”
“Why don’t I know how you feel? But if we touch them more, we’ll be the same human beings as Seol Chonsang.”
Perhaps Yosa Hon’s words worked, but the prisoners soon let out a heavy sigh and let go of their killing intent one by one.
Chung Myung, who was watching the scene, lit up his eyes.
‘There’s still a lot of influence.’
It was unclear whether he was originally such a person or if it was because of the bond that developed after spending several years together in this barren valley. But in any case, the prisoners here were completely following Yosa Hon’s words.
“First.”
Yosa Hon bowed deeply to Chung Myung’s group.
“I’ve received a grace that I can’t even repay with my life.”
Baek Cheon immediately received the word.
“As disciples of Mount Hua Sect, we just did what we had to do. Don’t worry.”
“Ahh.”
Indeed, it was words and actions that had no way of explaining other than the words “Chivalrous Person”. (협의지사(俠義之士))
Just as Yosa Hon was about to give a heartfelt answer.
“Oh, get out of the way!”
Chung Myung grabbed Baek Cheon and threw him back.
“Argh!”
Chung Myung, who glanced at him rolling in the snow, frowned.
“Why are you acting like the situation is over? It’s just the beginning. Anyway, look at him bluffing even when nearing his death.”
“Ah! You punk!”
Baek Cheon rolled his eyes and rushed back, but Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol grabbed each of his arms as if it was natural.
“Let’s calm down a bit, Sasuk.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“What, this punk?”
Jo-Gol quickly dodged Baek Cheon’s eye.
Chung Myung talked to Yosa Hon without paying any attention to what happened behind him.
“How are you feeling?”
“I need a few days of rest. Of course, that won’t let me recover all of my original skills, but… … .”
It is a big problem that a martial artist has not been able to practice for many years. It would take a long time just to restore the original martial art.
“Well, that can’t be helped.”
But Chung Myung shrugged lightly.
“You know what you have to do, don’t you?”
“Of course.”
Yosa Hon nodded.
“But, how did you know that there were people who supported the former Clan Leader hiding in the North Sea?”
“Han Yi-myung once said, they dug holes all over the place to hide. It can’t be easy to hide with a child in this barren place. I thought there must be someone helping.”
Yosa Hon looked at Chung Myung with a look of admiration.
It is easy to perceive him as a dull person because of his frivolous behavior and tone, but this Taoist Chung Myung had a sharper side than he imagined.
Of course, even after realizing it, anxiety still lingered.
‘Can I leave the fate of the North Sea to this man?’
But there was no other way now. As Chung Myung said, there will be a terrible blood storm in the North Sea soon.
As a North Sea people, as the warrior of the North Sea Ice Clan, that must be prevented.
Yosa Hon opened his mouth with a grim face.
“Well, first of all…….”
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Then Chung Myung raised his hand and stopped him.
Then he turned his head slightly and looked at the suppressed warriors of the Ice Clan.
“There’s nothing good about having a lot of ears. Let’s clean them up first.”
“What are you thinking?”
“Hmm.”
Chung Myung thought a little, then crossed his arms and muttered.
“If we don’t want to be back stabbed, prune all the branches… … .”
“Hiiik.”
“Do-Dojang!”
The prisoners who were so persecuted by the guards were rather surprised. Chung Myung smacked his lips.
“Hmm. That would be great, but I’m a Taoist in name and can’t kill so easily.”
“Phew.”
Yosa Hon let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.
Anyway, all these Taoists are good, but the playfulness is too much… … .
“Throw them.”
“Yes?”
Chung Myung gestured his chin toward the cliff.
“So-so! Feed them Sangong Poison (산공독(散功毒))!” (To disturb their internal strength.)
“Yes, Sahyung!”
Then he smirked.
“You can feed them in moderation and throw them at the bottom of the valley. If they’re lucky, someone might find them and they’ll come out alive, and if they’re not lucky, well… … It can’t be helped.”
“…….”
“Ah, remove the rope first. It’s annoying if they climb up on their own.”
“…….”
“What are you doing? Throw them. I’m busy.”
Yosa Hon smiled with a stunned look at Chung Myung who speaking nonchalantly.
‘He’s more than a demon.’
At least they let them go down with the ropes.
It was Yosa Hon, who firmly vowed not to ever offend the Taoist named Chung Myung in the future.