Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 502
“This, this…?”
Yosa Hon opened his eyes wide when he saw Chung Myung gently descend onto the wall with the rising golden energy.
‘What the hell is he?’
When you think about it, it’s not that difficult. There are several of them who have the ability to do so.
However, it is difficult to make such a judgment and boldly execute it instantly when one is climbing an ice wall and is likely to slip at any moment while arrows are raining down like rain.
‘He’s so young, yet how can he be so used to fighting?’
It was a determination that no one could ever have unless they were used to fighting as if they didn’t have a breath.
“Elder-nim!”
“Ah.”
Yosa Hon quickly came to his senses.
As Chung Myung climbed the wall, the arrow came to a halt. They might start shooting again if they don’t get up quickly.
“Go up! Come up!”
“Yes!”
Yosa Hon clenched his teeth and reached for the ice wall.
‘The damage would have been enormous without them.’
Yosa Hon again realized that they were fortunate enough to fight alongside Mount Hua’s disciples.
“Now! Get and kill him! Hurry!”
It is the way of the world that someone has to suffer misfortune if someone gets lucky.
If the Rebel Force had good luck climbing the wall, then the North Sea Ice Clan warrior who guarded the wall faced endless misfortunes.
The misfortune with the name of Chung Myung.
Chwaak!
The sword, which was stretched out like lightning, dug into the opponent’s neck without hesitation.
“Keuk…….”
The stabbed man soon fell to his side with a strange sound while gurgling blood.
“Dieee!”
All the warriors of the Ice Clan rushed toward Chung Myung with bloodshot eyes.
But.
Paaat!
A sword that stabs cleanly.
Paaaaat!
It is followed by dozens of sword energy (검영(劍影) /Sword Shadow) that have been thrown out one after another.
As they rushed toward Chung Myung, they opened their eyes wide at seeing dozens of sword strikes flying in.
‘I- I had to stop…….’
Kwadeuk! Kwadeudeuk!
However, it was impossible to block all the swords’ energy that were faster than lightning with their abilities. The reflexively wielded sword succeeded in flicking off several strikes, but the remaining sword energy, which could not be stopped, cut and stabbed their body mercilessly.
“Ugh…….”
Those who died at once were still better off.
Those who dodged the vital point clumsily groaned in indescribable pain.
Paaat!
And Chung Myung’s sword cut off their breathing without the slightest hesitation.
Giving more breaths to those who are not likely to be left alive is nothing more than teasing. Chung Myung knew that giving them a clean death would rather reduce the pain they had to suffer.
In an instant, nearly a dozen people died.
Blood from the corpse colored the white walls red. The scene looked like a red flower blooming on a snowy field.
However, no one here could express it as beautiful.
Chwaak!
Chung Myung walked with an indifferent face. The young warrior of the Ice Clan trembled as he saw him walking with the sword in one hand hanging down without difficulty.
‘…… Crazy.’
Contrary to his young face, of course, he was the leader of one of the armed forces of the North Sea Ice Clan.
Although he had gone through all sorts of hardships, Chung Myung’s face was so cold and heartless that even he shuddered.
Killing Sword (살검(殺劍).).
The will to subdue the opponent was nowhere to be found. The sword kills the opponent most efficiently and neatly. That was a sword of war (전검(戰劍)) and murder that can only be seen on the battlefield.
“Not coming?”
Chung Myung muttered with a cold face as he looked at the people standing before him.
“Then I’ll.”
Tat!
His body flew in like an arrow, leaving his place with a small sound of his tiptoe hitting the ground.
“Ugh!”
“This bastard!”
Warriors of the Ice Clan swung their swords reflexively at Chung Myung. More than a dozen swords were aiming for Chung Myung.
At that moment.
Paaaaat!
A formidable swift sword spurted out so much that one couldn’t even dare to pursue it with the naked eye.
Kakakakang! Kakakang!
The swords that were flying aiming at Chung Myung collided with the light beams that were emitted instantly and bounced off again.
It wasn’t just that. The light quickly and neatly penetrated the chest of those who lost their weapons and were perplexed.
Puuk! Puuk!
Those who had their hearts pierced fell apart with their eyes wide open until the very end, as if in disbelief.
Thud. Thud.
Seeing their colleagues dying without even being able to scream properly, the faces of the Ice Clan warriors began to turn whiter than the snow of the North Sea.
“You lot, charge, you bastards! You dare to call yourself a warrior of the Ice Clan with this! We got the upper hand with our numbers! Surround and kill him!”
It was easier said than done.
To deal with an opponent using the superiority of numbers means that they have to sacrifice themselves. Who would be willing to abandon their lives to kill an opponent?
But what’s more unfortunate is that Chung Myung is not a person to step down just because they don’t attack him.
Paaat!
The sword quickly approached their eyes, creating countless Sword Energy. Surprised, they swung their swords like crazy to repel the strike that bit their bodies.
But.
Sogok!
“Argh!”
Soon they felt a hot pain in the ankle. They looked down in surprise. Their feet are already cut and bleeding.
Sogok! Sogok!
In the meantime, the sword swiftly passed over their thighs. Even if the strike just grazed them, the thigh’s flesh was ripped apart, revealing pure white bones.
Seeing the blood gushing out, they let out a desperate scream and crawled back.
A cooler chill than the air of the North Sea settled on the walls.
After Chung Myung climbed the wall, it was only a few breaths times, but this place had already been completely taken over by him.
“Huuu… Huuuup….”
The frightened warriors struggled to stay away from Chung Myung.
But they didn’t know. What it means to make distance against Chung Myung.
Pareureu.
The edge of Chung Myung’s sword began to tremble like an illusion.
Pareureu.
The tremor, which started small enough to be mistaken as illusion at first, soon grew, and finally, the red sword energy began to shoot out from the edge of the sword.
Everyone’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
Flowers were blooming over the vast snowfield that stretched beyond the fortress wall.
As if the plum blossoms that had endured a long time during the winter were blooming in the snow, a plum blossoming red as blood blossomed through the pure-white world.
‘This is…’
A sword that blooms flowers.
They looked at the scene with their mouths wide open, forgetting the horror they felt at the surprising sight they had never seen before.
“Oh…….”
As if they were in a flower garden, the countless flowers bloomed and began to scatter in the wind of the North Sea. It was an amazing wave of petals that seemed to fill the world.
Isn’t that ridiculous?
How does a flower bloom from the edge of a cold sword?
However, the flower that bloomed at the edge of the Hancheol Sword, which embraces the coldness of the North Sea, was so vivid and beautiful.
But.
There was not only beauty in the petals of that sword energy.
Sogok.
Sogok. Sogok.
Petals brushed past the bodies of the Ice Clan’s warriors without mercy.
Every time the petals that had only looked light passed by, their flesh was cut with a creepy sound, and red blood gushed out.
“Argh!”
“Thi- This!”
“Avoid it! Now! Every single one of them is a sword strike!”
Only then did those who came to their senses try to blow the petal away, but it was too late. Their surroundings were completely covered with red petals.
The petals flying in the wind changed their momentum like a lie and began fiercely sweeping the warriors.
Sogok!
The petals cut their flesh.
Puuk!
The petals pierced and passed through the body.
The only beautiful petals began to dazzle onlooker’s eyes and trample their bodies.
The petals fluttering irregularly like a swarm of flying butterflies were no longer beautiful.
“Aaaak!”
“Argh! Argh!”
A thick fog of blood spread with a desperate scream
The Plum Blossom Sword Technique Chung Myung showed at this event differed from the sword shown in past competitions.
The most Evil Sect-like sword in a Righteous Sect.
Mount Hua’s plum blossom, considered more subtle than Evil Sect’s sword in terms of swordsmanship alone, finally revealed its true value on the battlefield where it could perform most brilliantly.
Thud.
Thud.
“Ugh…….”
The illusion-like petals disappeared, and all that was left was the fallen bodies and the blood that flowed out.
“Keueu…….”
The person who managed to kneel without collapsing gasped.
He didn’t collapse but was twitching, completely soaked in blood from numerous small cuts all over his body.
Chalbak.
Chung Myung, who stepped on the bloodstained ground, hit his neck at once.
Chalbak.
Chung Myung looked at him indifferently as he collapsed after suffering from the pain and raised his head, looking before him.
He heard a swallowing sound of dry saliva coming from somewhere.
It was when Chung Myung lifted his sword to bloom the plum blossoms again with an indiffirent face.
“Eurachaaa!”
Jo-Gol rose from below the wall with a loud shout.
“Chung Myung-ah! We’re here!”
“That bastard, this!”
Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, Yoo Iseol, and Tang So-so followed after.
Seeing this, Chung Myung’s face was distorted in an instant.
“No, these d*mn punk can’t even climb this wall!”
“A- Amitabha!”
A mournful chant came under the wall. Chung Myung shouted with the most displeased face in the world.
“To hell with Amitabha, to hell! If Buddha sees you, he’ll slap you for being useless!”
“…… Amitabha.”
Mount Hua’s disciples descended next to Chung Myung, who had distorted his face to the fullest.
When they saw the scene made by Chung Myung, they hardened their faces and quickly loosened their expressions.
“Ei, why did you do it this hard!”
“It’s understandable if can’t handle this much.”
“Alright. Alright! Let’s do it!”
Baek Cheon shouted without waiting for Chung Myung’s words.
“Let’s go! Show them Mount Hua’s sword!”
“Yes, Sasuk!”
“Euryaaaaat!”
Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol rushed toward the warriors on the wall without looking back.
The soldiers of the Ice Clan, bewildered by the sudden appearance of the reinforcements, flinched, but the trio fiercely swung their swords as if they had no intention of considering their situation.
Kwaang!
“Get out of my way! You’ll get hurt! You punks!”
“Don’t get carried away, you bastard!”
Jo-Gol began to rampage and the enemies were quickly pushed back.
“Let us go, too.”
“Yes!”
Yoo Iseol and Tang So-so followed without delay. When the two joined, the warriors of the Ice Clan once again faltered and were further pushed back.
And.
“Ugh! Amita…… Ei, this damn wall!”
Hye Yeon came up to the wall late. As soon as he saw the situation, he ran forward and shouted loudly.
“Don’t blame this monk’s lack of mercy!”
“…….”
He didn’t even glance at Chung Myung and ran away like that.
Chung Myung smirked at the sight.
“Anyway.”
With a somewhat complicated smile, he gazed forward, shedding blood from the sword with a swing.
“What can we do, Ice Clan. My kids are a little mean.”
Then he screamed loudly and ran after them.
“Hit and kill them all!”
“Ooooooh!”
The beasts of Mount Hua Sect, which were united in one, flew at the warriors of the Ice Clan and swirled like a storm.
Above the North Sea Ice Clan walls, where the wind blows.
Mount Hua’s plum blossoms, now quite clear, have begun to bloom.