Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 506

The enemy’s force is twice as large as their own.

On the other hand, everyone’s power is superior on both sides.

Furthermore, they have been working hand in hand and together for a long time, and they maintain a perfect state by repeating appropriate training and rest.

What about this side, on the other hand?

They had half the opponent’s force, and unlike the Ice Clan warriors, they had not trained properly for several years, and their bodies were in a state of injury.

Move and breathe as one group?

They can’t even expect that.

Honestly, this side’s power is half… … . No, it was supposed to be less than the opponent’s.

However, such facts were not even considered in Chung Myung’s head.

Half the force? The quality of the force that falls short of the opponent?

‘What’s wrong with that?’

It was all too common.

He always risked his life to fight against the demons who rushed like beasts without caring for their own lives. It was a daily routine for the enemy’s forces to double, and sometimes they had to survive against enemies dozens of times.

Mount Hua raised him, but it was none other than Magyo who made him complete.

So there’s nothing new about it.

Kwakwakwa!

The sound of the wind passing through his ears was like thunder. A sharp wind tore his face, but he didn’t blink an eye.

Looking at such disciples of Mount Hua rushing in, there was a slight bewilderment on the faces of the enemies. Chung Myung did not miss this.

The resolve on the faces of those who stood at the forefront of the enemy line gradually hardened.

Regardless of the situation, if someone rushes for your neck in front of you, miscellaneous thoughts will disappear on their own.

But Chung Myung had no intention of letting them stand guard.

His body, which was rushing at high speed, seemed to stretch like a stick, but soon he quickly reached in front of the warriors of the Ice Clan in an instant.

From the perspective of the Ice Clan warriors, it was more like ‘Appeared’ than ‘Moved.’

“I- Instant…….”

Even before the word “Instant Movement” came out of his mouth, the Dark Fragrance Plum Sword gave off a creepy glow. The fluttering petals were wrapped around the sword and split the space.

Paaat!

In an instant, a beautiful scene unfolded as if a storm of petals was rushing in.

But the beauty had devastating consequences, as always.

“Aaaak!”

“Euaakkk! Argh!”

The scattered sword energy pierced the bodies of those who blocked the front countless times. Even before they were established properly, the blow did not give them time to show their skills.

Blood splashed in all directions, and the severed limbs bounced high into the air.

And that scene was clearly caught in the eyes of the Ice Clan warriors who had not yet come to their senses.

A scene of a mixture of sword and soaring blood in the shape of a red plum flower that has not yet disappeared.

It evoked a sense of wonder and eccentricity that the onlookers had never felt before.

And

Taaat.

Chung Myung sprinted forward without even paying attention to the sight he had created.

The blood fountain that soared into the sky poured down and covered his whole body, but Chung Myung didn’t blink an eye.

The blow that marks the start of a battle should always be done faster and more aggressively than the enemy expected.

One strike.

Chung Myung, who took full control of the battlefield with a single move, rushed toward those who retreated in contemplation.

“J- Just…….”

Puuk!

The heartless blade of the sword was lodged in the man’s mouth who was about to yell something.

Chung Myung, who calmly took another life, simply moved on without any warmth.

Paat! Paat! Paat!

Three necks soared into the air at the same time.

An indescribable fear and astonishment surged in the eyes of the Ice Clan warriors who watched the blood fountain rise from the place where the neck was.

They, too, wielded swords and constantly learned martial arts throughout their lives.

However, they have never experienced such a battle. The last real battle they experienced was losing their Clan Leader without being able to do anything in front of the surging crowd of Magyo.

It means they had never seen the heads of people standing before them cut off like a toy in broad daylight.

A heart of steel.

Unshakable mind.

Everyone emphasizes this repeatedly.

But in other words, that means no one can achieve it easily. Because if one can do it easily, there is no need to stress over it.

In front of the brutality and cruelty of the battlefield, which they had never experienced before, the unshakeableness that they had only engraved in their head as a theory was quickly torn apart.

Chung Myung, covered with red blood, showed his white teeth and swung his sword relentlessly into the necks of those who blocked him. The sword blade, which pierced through the neck and half protruded, flew as if tearing off the head.

Chung Myung’s sword didn’t rest for a second. He dug straight into the side of the person who was frightened by the horrors in front of him and cut his waist in half.

The North Sea Ice Clan, which was covered with pure white snow, quickly turned red with blood. It was a beautiful and creepy sight as if red flowers were in full bloom on the snowfield.

“Ba- Back off!”

“Damn it! Don’t back off! What are you doing!”

“The enemy is just a few! Don’t be afraid and deal with them calmly!”

“Ge- Get out of the way, you bastards!”

Confusion spread in an instant.

Those who saw Chung Myung rushing from the front forgot the sword they had learned and lost the courage that had prevailed for a while. Those who succumbed to their instinct to live forgot what they were doing, and were busy backing away in horror.

However, those who supported them in the back were unable to back down.

The distance between each other narrowed, and the camp that had been placed and maintained at the best was disturbed in an instant. The Leader shouted out loud, but nothing was heard in the ears of the confused ones.

Chung Myung’s eyes shone at the sight.

‘You little bastards.’

Those who are immersed in peace and don’t know what war is, dare to stop him?

It’s not funny at all.

Spar?

A duel?

Chung Myung’s foundation is not from that.

The place where he can live and breathe most firmly is the battlefield where life and death come and go, where he doesn’t have to hesitate while striking his sword in the opponent’s neck.

Those who are complacent in the greenhouse called a ‘Sect’ and have never risked their lives to fight against an enemy can never afford to stop Chung Myung. In the first place, the world they lived is different. Those who did not know how to control the battlefield were not his match no matter how many times they gathered.

Everyone backed away from Chung Myung with a pale faces as if they were looking at a monster.

Retreat?

Against me?

Chung Myung revealed his teeth.

At least, when it comes to dealing with him, retreating is never the answer.

The edge of his sword trembled and began to make plum blossoms.

In the sudden storm of petals, the warriors of the Ice Clan opened their eyes wide. They reflexively swung their sword and instinctively blew the sword energy.

But the swirling petals were innumerable. And they were too powerless to stop it all.

Hwaaaak!

Sword energy in the shape of petals swept through the front.

It was truly a brutal scene.

Mount Hua’s sword, which was underestimated by even the same Righteous faction, shows its true value in the distant North Sea in this war with Magyo.

Chung Myung’s feet hit the ground again even before all those penetrated by the sword energy collapsed. There was no reason to allow the opponent to recover from the shock and reorganize the battle line.

Chung Myung, who rushes toward the enemy with dreadful killing intent, was the image of a demon itself.

“Keuk!”

Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and kicked the ground.

It was too much to keep up.

That damn guy didn’t take care of the group’s situation behind him. In fact, they was just following his speed, but even that was too much.

‘Damn it.’

Even if they tried to narrow the distance, the d*mn gap has remained strong.

Chung Myung’s sword flashed again in front of them, blood splashing in all directions.

Baek Cheon seemed to be distracted by the sight in front of him.

Has he ever seen such a cruel and frightening sight in his life?

However, he pressed his lips until they burst and rushed toward Chung Myung. He couldn’t let the damn guy cover himself with that blood alone.

That back is talking.

‘Don’t fall behind and follow me, follow me with all your might.’

“Haaat!”

With his teeth clenched, he ran to death and managed to catch up with Chung Myung. Then, he threw himself and thrust the Plum Sword into the chest of the Ice Clan warrior, who swung his sword at Chung Myung.

Sogok.

The sense that a sword cuts through the flesh and breaks the bones.

A clear death was transmitted to the fingertips holding the sword.

This isn’t the first time he has killed someone, but he can’t get used to this sensation.

Nevertheless, he cannot hesitate or falter because someone must bear more death on their shoulders as much as he hesitates.

Sogok!

“Argh!”

Perhaps having the same thought, Yoo Iseol, who is on the other side, was staring at the enemy with fearsome eyes and slashing the enemy head off.

As if indicating how much blood she was covered in, blood splashed from the soaked dark-red uniform every time she moved. But her eyes didn’t shake at all.

But in that moment, Baek Cheon saw it. Yoo Iseol’s lips tremble faintly.

“Euaaat!”

“Damn it!”

Behind his back, he could hear the shouts of Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong. Tang So-so’s suppressed groans followed.

Everyone was desperate.

‘But they’re still catching up. That damned guy…….’

It was then.

Chung Myung swung his sword ahead and seemed to stretch his body and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

“Huh?”

‘Where?’

“Up! He’s up! Sasuk!”

‘What?’

Baek Cheon’s head leaned upward as if it were going to be bent. Indeed, he could see the figure of Chung Myung leaping into the middle of the blue North Sea sky.

“…….”

Baek Cheon lost his mind momentarily and stared blankly at the scene.

Chung Myung, who rose instantly, descended at a speed incomparable to the speed at which he jumped.

Kwaaang!

The wind struck the warriors behind them who had no idea what was happening. Chung Myung, who jumped into the middle of the enemy formation, immediately swung his sword horizontally and slashed them instantly.

“Aaaakh!”

A desperate scream resounded across the battlefield.

‘That fucking bastard…… !’

Baek Cheon grumbled inside and swung the Plum Sword at the warrior of the Ice Clan, which blocked his front.

Fighting together and keeping pace?

Help each other shoulder to shoulder?

Chung Myung doesn’t have that concept.

For Chung Myung, fighting brings out each other power and faces their limitations, not making up for those lacking in skills.

Again, that guy was screaming with his back.

To follow him with the determination to die.

“Don’t you think we can’t do it, you f*cking bastard!”

Baek Cheon, with bloodshot eyes, shouted and rushed forward.

At the same time, he began to sweep his enemies with a deadly sword he had never shown before.

“Sasuk!”

Sogok!

In an instant, the person who was running after him was pierced by Yoon Jong’s sword and collapsed. But Baek Cheon didn’t even look at it. He just rushed forward, focusing only on the man before him.

His stomach was boiling. At the same time, the sword was filled with flaming intent.

But it was then.

A horrifying feeling.

For a moment, as he felt the hairs all over his body shudder, Baek Cheon flinched and stopped his sword.

The cause was immediately known.

Chung Myung stared at him in the midst of the Ice Clan warriors that blocked him in layers. With a chilling stare.

“…….”

Baek Cheon, who came to his senses as if he had been hit by cold water, clenched his teeth.

“Don’t get carried away!”

“Yes!”

“Cool your head and keep your posture low! Excitement doesn’t make you stronger!”

“Yes!”

This was also a statement to himself.

Baek Cheon grabbed his sword firmly again and lowered his center of gravity.

Then Chung Myung’s gaze, who was looking at his side, disappeared.

‘That guy…’

He jumped into the middle of the enemy camp and watched their side while dealing with the enemy.

“This is a bit harsh, you bastard.”

Baek Cheon swung his sword and shouted.

“Follow me!”

“Yes!”

Taking his eyes off Baek Cheon, Chung Myung looked around indifferently.

“Stop him! That one guy! Stick to him or bit his pants, stop him using any means!”

“We got more numbers! Don’t be scared. You bastards!”

“You guys are still the warriors of the Ice Clan!”

Voices of encouragement or condemnation rang out here and there.

Whether the voice worked or because Chung Myung’s sword stopped for a while, those around him were creeping closer as they flinched.

But Chung Myung just grinned at the sight, let alone nervous.

“This is why these young brats are hopeless.”

These people are the ones who will run to him wherever he catches their attention.

“Did you know?”

“…….”

“I’m not the only one here.”

Hearing those words, they flinched and looked around.

“That old man is naive, but he’s not stupid.”

At that moment.

“Kill them all!”

“Uooooohhh!”

“Ohhhhhh!”

Toward the side of the completely disorganized camp, the Rebel Force, led by Yosa Hon, penetrated with terrifying momentum.

Those who achieved the perfect cause were now encouraged by Mount Hua’s disciple’s act. There was no need to explain how high the morale was.

“Da- D*mn it! There!”

The warriors of the Ice Clan were all bewildered and at a loss.

This attack wouldn’t have been a big deal if Mount Hua’s disciples hadn’t dug into the middle of the camp.

But they did not understand at all what it meant to break the enemy camp in a group battle.

This is not a spar. It’s not even a one-on-one duel. It’s literally a war.

Victory does not exist for those who do not understand the difference.

“It’s the price of not fighting when you have to, and instead choosing false comfort.”

Chung Myung’s eyes went beyond those who were blocking his way.

To one person wrapped around his whole body in white fur.

Looking at Seol Chonsang’s pale complexion, Chung Myung revealed his teeth and smiled brightly.

“Now it’s your turn.”

Chung Myung, who swung a sword once, unleashed fierce energy toward the completely frozen warriors of the Ice Clan.