Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 524

Kagagak!

The sword and the swung black hand became entangled in the air.

The Dark Fragrance Plum Sword, made of Hancheol, was bent taut as if it were about to snap. The trembling edge of the sword demonstrated how much power was invested in it.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeudeuk!

The sword’s energy was literally severing the Envoy’s hands. The crushed flesh was strewn about like powder.

“Damn it!”

Kwaaa!

On the other hand, the Envoy released energy while distorting his face. The black energy swirled around Chung Myung, forming a vortex.

For a brief moment, Chung Myung’s brows twitched. His left hand, which was not holding the sword, soon spread out.

The Envoy’s black energy collided with the red energy poured from the lightly shaking fingertips.

Kwaang!

At that moment, there was an explosion, and energy fragments scattered in all directions.

The Envoy twisted the corner of his mouth and let out a sneer. It is as if he was expecting this kind of attack.

But then.

Swaeaek!

The Envoy snapped his neck back.

Between the fragments of the exploding internal energy, a blue energy of a completely different form from the one Chung Myung had unleashed a moment ago came out and passed right in front of the Envoy’s face.

‘Fa- Fast….’

Pook!

Before he could finish his thoughts, an energy released in succession hit his shoulder.

“Bastard!”

As the pain spread from his shoulder, the enraged Envoy distorted his face and waved his black hands like a storm.

It was incredible power and speed.

It seemed like they would be crushed without leaving a single flesh with a moment of contact.

But Chung Myung didn’t show even a hint of agitation.

The sword wrapped in red sword energy dug fiercely through the black energy like a wheel rotating at high speed.

Tang! Taang! Tang! Tang!

The two were moving at an invisible speed to the naked eye, but Chung Myung stabbed the sword one after another, aiming for the Envoy’s wrist.

His relaxed feet spread the distance from his opponent, and his low stance stably supported his body. His shoulders were perfectly light, and the sword in his hand was just as light.

It was like the ideal that Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Sword Warrior seeks.

And.

Chung Myung’s cool eyes penetrated with a clear stare at the Envoy’s attack without expressing any emotion.

He found a threadlike gap between the violent energy storms and stabbed his sword without hesitation.

Kagagagak!

“This….!”

The Envoy chewed his lips without realizing it.

The sword, which cleverly escaped his black hand, had no choice but to stab his wrist one after another.

The body, which had become harder than steel due to being wrapped with Demonic Energy, was dented like mud and blood gushed out.

‘What the hell is this guy…….’

It’s ridiculous.

How on earth can a person stab a sword so skillfully through the energy pouring like a waterfall?

Gap?

Of course, there will be a gap. His martial arts can’t be perfect.

But being able to pinpoint those gaps accurately is another matter.

The boldness to stab his sword precisely into the vortex of raging energy that could pulverize his body with just a touch.

And in the meantime, it is impossible without the calmness to control the tip of the sword completely.

But is that all?

A little while ago, this bastard released two energy types almost simultaneously.

Even if it is a martial art of the same sect, it’s bound to differ depending on a person’s way of operating it and their nature.

However, the internal strength that was released in the blink of an eye is converted to another energy and released one after another? This was a miracle that even the God of Technique (신기(神技)) could not dare to think of.

This guy even deployed the sword technique in the midst of the storm energy, and it was perfectly sophisticated.

Since he isn’t a disciple of the Wudang Sect, he can’t even learn the Dual Energy Divine Art (양의신공(兩儀神功)). How is this possible?

“Keuhaat!”

The Envoy screamed as the sword that had pierced his wrist scraped his bone. And instantly, his radiated energy began to cover Chung Myung’s entire body.

Seueut!

But at that moment, Chung Myung’s sword bends lightly and soon hits the energy that flies toward him one after another.

The direction of the energy slightly changed as the sword pushed the side of the energy lightly. And the twisted demonic energy passed Chung Myung’s body by a narrow margin.

Kwaaaang!

The energy that passed Chung Myung smashed the ground behind his back and exploded. The storm of recoil sent Chung Myung’s long-growing hair into the air. But his eyes were still deep and dark.

The Envoy couldn’t contain his astonishment.

Of course, he was surprised that Chung Myung twisted the direction of all the energy he had shot. But what surprised him even more was that Chung Myung never showed signs of excitement in the entire process.

‘Who is this guy?’

How can he be so calm?

It was impossible except for an old Kangho veteran, who had been rolling in Kangho for more than a hundred years, or War Demons (전귀(戰鬼)), who survived on the battlefield for decades.

But that absurd composure is being shown by a young guy who must have just barely reached the age of twenty.

‘…. I must kill him.’

No matter what. By all means.

If left untouched, it was clear that this guy would one day become a great obstacle to Magyo.

“I see now….. You killed Seol Chonsang.”

The Envoy twisted his eyes and murmured in a low voice.

It would have been impossible to confront Seol Chonsang with that Yosa Hon or whatever and the one next to him.

He was wondering, but Chung Myung’s presence gave him the answer to all the questions.

“You will die here. You’ll never come back alive.”

“Oh, that bastard?”

Chung Myung smirked and shook his sword lightly as the Envoy spoke ferociously.

“When did Demonic cultist bastards become so talkative? After being stuck in this comfortable North Sea land, they must have lost much of their spite.”

“… What?”

“Don’t just make noise with your mouth, attack me, please.”

Blood started to burst in the eyes of the angry Envoy.

“This guy…!”

Meanwhile, Mount Hua’s disciples, who were watching from behind, smiled brightly.

“It’s Chung Myung.”

“Seeing him open his mouth even in the middle of this all, it is clear that he is Chung Myung.”

“Where does his human nature go?”

But unlike what they said, a sigh of relief came out of their mouths. They were nervous and watched his back the whole time, but now they were relieved.

Being able to say all that in the middle of this all, means that he has that much room to spare.

At that time, Yoon Jong, who was watching Chung Myung quietly, frowned.

“By the way, Sasuk.”

“Hm?”

“…. Doesn’t that Envoy or something seems twice as strong as Seol Chonsang at a glance?”

“It can’t be just twice.”

He looks at least a few times stronger.

“…but Chung Myung looks more relaxed than he did then. Is the elixir’s efficacy given by the Clan Leader that great?”

“No way.”

Baek Chun shook his head with a determined face.

They have also fully experienced the efficacy of a pill, but a person cannot become so rapidly strong just by eating one pill. In the first place, an elixir adds internal strength, not sword skills.

“Amitabha.”

Unexpectedly, the answer came from Hye Yeon.

“It’s because we’re safe.”

“Yes?”

As Yoon Jong turned around, Hye Yeon opened his mouth with a stiff face.

“It wouldn’t have been that difficult to subdue Gungju Chonsang without getting hurt if Chung Myung Siju had dealt with him slowly and leisurely. But then some of us who are surrounded by the Elders and the Ice Clan Warrior would have died or been seriously injured.”

And the Rebel Force, led by Yosa Hon, would have been greatly damaged.

“That is why Chung Myung Siju wanted to end the battle quickly, even if he was injured. But he doesn’t have to do that right now. He now just has to push the opponent slowly.”

Hye Yeon’s eyes, who was speaking, were filled with irritation.

‘It is ever-changing.’

Finds the optimal path at every moment and defeat the opponent most perfectly. This is an ideal word, but because it is ideal, no one in the world can fully practice it.

There are hundreds of paths to choose from, but what people can do is limited.

This was only possible because it was Chung Myung.

If he makes up his mind, he can push his opponents violently or leisurely play with them.

Unperturbed Mind (부동심(不動心)) and Extreme Violence. Who could have both the utmost determination and the ability to execute?

‘It’s not that his sword is strong.’

Hye Yeon shivered slightly.

The reason why he came to Mount Hua Sect following Chung Myung was fully visible now and there.

The sword is not strong.

But the human is.

If Chung Myung were just a person with martial art skill above him, Hye Yeon would have chosen the path of polishing his skills, he would not have thought of following Chung Myung.

However, a person’s strength cannot be polished alone.

Hye Yeon’s eyes as he watched Chung Myung become serious.

“Amitabha. That’s the kind of man Chung Myung Siju is.”

It was that moment.

“What are you doing? Hey, are you sleeping? Bring it on, you idiot. Will you keep shooting energy and use it to dig your own grave? But would you have a body left to bury?”

“…..”

Mount Hua’s disciples, who had their stomachs turned upside down watching Chung Myung, looked back at Hye Yeon.

With those strange gazes, Hye Yeon closed his eyes unknowingly.

“….Amitabul.”

But despite Chung Myung’s provocation, the Envoy’s eyes have become more cautious.

The opponent’s shallow provocation could be ignored. But the opponent’s sword wasn’t.

Chung Myung is not a man he can deal easily with. That elaborate sword, firm posture, and ridiculous Unperturbed Mind are beyond the ordinary.

‘He’s not someone Seol Chonsang can deal with.’

On the surface, Seol Chonsang must be stronger.

His internal strength and power are definitely superior to that bastard Chung Myung. But in the eyes of the Envoy, Seol Chonsang would never have won a single fight with Chung Myung even if they fight a thousand times.

It may be a paper difference.

But martial artists doot give up the opportunity to narrow that thread-like gap to the end.

And…..

‘That internal strength.’

It’s incomprehensible, but every time the Demonic Energy, which should have trampled on the opponent’s internal strength, collided with that guy’s energy, he rather flinched and was pushed away.

It’s like meeting a natural enemy.

This strange phenomenon, which he had never experienced before, made the Envoy more careful.

But…..

Uuuuung.

Soon, the Demonic Energy swirled around the Envoy’s body. Red blood came out of his eyes.

‘I’ll give you an arm.’

‘Instead, I’ll take that life and the Ice Crystal!’

“Keuuhaaaaa!”

Screaming like a beast, he rushes wildly toward Chung Myung.

It was truly a tremendous speed. Black light rapidly crossed the white earth.

Chung Myung’s eyes are slightly distorted.

‘This might not be as easy as I think?’

The whole tactic has changed.

The Envoy, who noticed that he could not deal with Chung Myung with his skills, was determined to trample on Chung Myung with strength, speed, and destructive power.

In exchange for giving up a perfect victory, he felt a clear determination to kill the opponent even if he was injured.

“That’s right.”

Chung Myung smiled eerily, baring his teeth.

“This is how Magyo is supposed to be!”

Gagagak!

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword scratched the ground and cried violently.

Paaaaat!

Chung Myung kicked the ground hard and rushed toward the Envoy who was running toward him.

Pareureu!

Red plum blossoms began to bloom at the edge of his sword.

Soon, among the Seven Plum Swords (칠매검(七梅劍)), the martial art of the Plum Blossom Wall (매화벽(梅花壁)) overlapped and unfolded several times.

A net-like wall made of plum blossoms overlapped dozens of times instantly, creating a wall of extremely solid sword energy.

However.

Kwaaaang!

Without a moment of hesitation, the Envoy hit the Plum Blossoms Wall set by Chung Myung.

Gagagak! Gagagagak!

The body, which had become harder than steel as it was clad in Demonic Energy, was cut into a mess in an instant. The skin all over his body was endlessly torn and cracked as if being covered with a web of blades.

But these wounds were nothing to him.

“Uoooohhhh!”

With his whole body covered with wounds, the Envoy who broke through the wall of plum blossoms struck his fist at Chung Myung.

Kwaaang!

Massive Sword aura that seemed like a black waterfall, collided with Chung Myung’s sword. Along with a violent explosion, Chung Myung was thrown back and sprayed with blood.

“I won’t let you be!”

The Envoy, who had been covered wholly with his own blood, rushed at the speed of light toward Chung Myung, who was bouncing away with his eyes lit up with the madness.