Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 586

In the middle of the Stronghold, bandits were lined up on their knees in chains.

With their martial arts destroyed, the faces had a great sense of loss and fear that their lives seemed to have been taken away.

Losing martial arts to a martial artist was, in fact, a punishment worse than death in a sense.

But Hyun Sang had no intention of showing mercy to them.

‘They are bandits that suck the blood of common people anyway.’

Some people are helpful to the world because they are learning martial arts, and others are harmful to the world because they are learning martial arts.

He thinks these people were obviously the latter.

Clumsily teaching them to turn over a new leaf sometimes results that are worse than not starting. It was better to eliminate the aftereffects through the punishment system.

“What about the kids?”

“There are a few children with minor injuries, but no one seriously injured.”

“Hm!”

Hyun Sang nodded loudly.

Although there was a big difference in skills, in any case, in a war of this size, it is often possible to lose one’s life to a blind sword.

Fortunately, however, it didn’t seem to happen this time.

Mount Hua really got stronger.

If it was Mount Hua before Chung Myung came, they would not have been able to handle the small Stronghold on the corner of Nokrim, let alone Jogungchae.

However, it is now possible to clean up the top Stronghold in the Seventy-Two Stronghold Nokrim without any damage. This change took place in just a few years, and it was surprising to see how strong they had become at such a frightening rate.

“There were many hardships.”

“No, Elder-nim!”

“This is easy!”

Perhaps the disciples were thinking the same thing.

They’re suppressing their shoulders somehow, but their flushed face shows a lot of uncontrollable pride.

However…….

Everyone forgot about it. That there is a demon in this place, and that demon is always unable to open its eyes to pleasant sights.

“What are you doing with your shoulders dancing? You just beat up the bandits.”

At the remark that poured cold water on them, Mount Hua’s disciples looked at Chung Myung with sour faces.

But again, he shamelessly pushed his belly out.

“What? Why? Did I say something wrong?”

“…Even if being a prick with a needle, this bastard won’t bleed.”

“He always blew the candles like that, like that!”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue with a disapproving face.

“Since when did Mount Hua become such an insignificant place that gives strength to the stomach just because it beat up some bandits?! Your ancestors must be dying of frustration!”

– Not me. I’m not!

“Oh, be quiet over there!”

“……who made a noise?”

Everyone sighed as they saw Chung Myung making an incomprehensible remark.

“Hmm.”

However, even after hearing the harsh remark, the disciples couldn’t help but smile again or try to hold back their laughter.

Chung Myung finally smirked.

‘Of course, it would be nice.’ Victory is a more valuable experience than anything else.

Of course, some things can be learned from defeat, but right now it is more important to gain confidence through victory than defeat.

Mount Hua’s disciples had a subtle sense of defeat.

Since their talents were not recognized throughout, they had no choice but to feel a subtle sense of inferiority to those who were recognized for their talents and entered a big sect.

‘The best way to shake it off is to do something that they dare not do.’

While gaining fame is the most important thing, it is not bad to instill confidence in them.

‘Experience will be accumulated.’

The biggest advantage of this battle is that for the first time, the entire Mount Hua warrior has come forward and experienced group warfare. It was certainly a great benefit to have experienced this at a time when the world was so peaceful.

Because one day, there will surely come when they must fight like this.

In that sense, it can be said that it was a battle in which a lot was gained…

It’s just… it’s just that.

“Hehe.”

“Hehehe.”

“Keueu. We’re stronger than we think.”

“Kikik, Wudang or whatever, it’s nothing!”

“Hahahaha!”

“…….”

Looking at the Sahyungs, which were overjoyed and giggled, he felt strangely twisted and upset.

“You like it?”

“Hahaha. Of course! Of course.”

“Do you like it?”

“……Yes?”

The Sahyungs, smiling all over, slowly and awkwardly shut up at Chung Myung’s words.

“So you like it that much, don’t you?”

When Chung Myung asked with a bright smile, the faces of Mount Hua’s disciples began to tremble.

“Then this should be better!”

“Huh?”

“Where’s the next Stronghold?”

‘Yes?’

‘Chu- Chung Myung?’

* * * Chaeju of Hyolrangchae, Tamhyolrang Yang Kwae (탐혈랑 양쾌(陽快)), watched the scene unfolding in front of his eyes.

‘What is this…?’

It was as if a mountain was rushing in.

It is not a magnificent mountain, but a mountain full of flowers.

“Aaargh!”

“Wha- What the hell are these guys?”

His men, swept away by the mountain, were helplessly collapsing.

“…….”

Yang Kwae swallowed dry saliva.

‘Where did it go wrong?’

As soon as he checked Im Sobyong behind the incoming warriors of Mount Hua, cold sweat began to flow down on Yang Kwae’s back.

His face, which had always been weak, looked so healthy as ever today.

‘Was it a lie that he was suffering from a severe illness? Was it all a trick to hook us up?’

There was no way to confirm what was true and what was false.

Right. No, it’s good up to there. He can still understand that.

But it wasn’t Im Sobyong that really bothered him, it was the horrors that were happening right in front of him.

Other youngsters around him desperately held on to each other who approached him with a rather serious and solemn face.

“No, Sasuk has been doing a lot lately! Why do you want to eat everything you see!”

“Then I will.”

“Sago! Sago was completely clean today! Give me some concession, concession!”

“You fought with the leader of Yachadang!”

“You can’t hit him!”

“…….”

Yang Kwae, who had been listening to the conversation, shivered.

‘So now… Uh… This…’

‘Are those kids fighting each other to deal with me?’

Finally, the bald men who are one of them and wearing different clothes alone were caught by the head while attempting to sneak out. Yang Kwae could not stand it any longer and shouted.

“These bastards know who I am yet they dare!”

“Oh, get out of here!”

“Wait a minute there! We’ll decide soon!”

“…….”

Yang Kwae’s shoulders drooped.

The guys who were arguing with each other even shouted, and in the end, one guy stepped forward as if the conclusion was concluded.

Slightly thin eyes.

A headband is neatly placed over one’s head.

“…….” Compared to the other guys who he couldn’t tell whether they were Taoists or a gangster in the neighborhood, this man was definitely a Taoist. He stepped forward and lightly saluted.

“Yoon Jong, third-class disciples Mount Hua, asking for a teaching…….”

“Yoon Jong! This is a real battle!”

“…Bring it on, bandit.”

Yang Kwae immediately changed his mind.

He took back his word that the man looked like a Taoist. This bastard was out of his mind, too.

Yang Kwae, who grabbed a huge guan dao (언월도(偃月刀)), which is his favorite weapon, gritted his teeth and rushed at Yoon Jong.

“I’ll fix your manner!”

After a while, Yoon Jong gently wiped the sweat off his forehead with a clean face and politely gave a fist salute.

“I learned well.”

However, Yang Kwae was already unconscious to answer.

No, it was meaningless to even consider whether he was conscious or not. A person who has become bloody like that would be unable to answer properly even if he was conscious.

Jo-Gol, Yoo Iseol, and Baek Cheon know how to boldly take risks in order to defeat their opponents if there is a chance.

But Yoon Jong never deviated from the norm. He never overdoes it and has repeated only the safest attacks.

Sparring, in which one can step down knowing that the opponent is lacking, can be said to be a very good fight. However, in the life-and-death situation, where giving up was impossible, there was a scene where a cat was playing with a mouse.

No matter how hard the scratch was, he couldn’t surrender, so Yang Kwae had no choice but to repeat the attack until his consciousness was blown away due to excessive bleeding, and the result was this.

Yoon Jong turned around with a slightly proud face.

“I defeated the enemy… What are those faces?”

But to the unexpected reactions, he asked, really curiously. Baek Cheon and the group shook their heads simultaneously as they watched with tired faces.

“… It’s tough.”

“Oh my gosh, how can a human beat someone until he’s like that?”

“……I didn’t know it was so scary to be faithful to the basics.”

It’s merciful to kill him quickly.

‘Well, that’s the scary thing about Yoon Jong.

Baek Cheon looked alternately between Yang Kwae and Yoon Jong and thought to himself.

A person who has only practiced a single strike for a year cannot beat someone who has learned other types of strikes from an early age. However, if you practice only a specific strike for a long time, no catch can withstand that single strike.

Everyone knows, but no one dares to try.

Think about it. Who can train so steadily in such monotonous strikes?

The person who can do that is Yoon Jong.

It is neither flashy nor unusual, but a sword that is faithful to the basics.

If you look at the present, the most incompetent person among the Five Swords is Yoon Jong no matter what anyone says. His martial art falls short even by his Sajil Jo-Gol.

But……

‘If ten years pass, another twenty years pass, he might be the strongest among us.’

It was a strange thing.

Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol.

They all had distinct personalities without any resemblance to each other. Not only their personalities but even though they learned the same thing, the quality of their swordsmanship was different.

And yet they are getting stronger in their own way. Different but same, same but different.

And not only them…….

Baek Cheon’s eyes turned back.

Mount Hua’s main force, led by Hyun Sang and Un Gum, was in the process of finishing off the bandits one-sidedly.

As he looked at the power on their swords, he nodded. Including the small battles in Changsa, there were only three battles. But after three battles, the sword of Mount Hua’s disciples was developing rapidly.

Baek Cheon squatted in the corner as if the whole situation had nothing to do with him and looked at Chung Myung as he split the rice cake to Baek-ah.

‘Anyway, really.’

– What? Is Mount Hua weak? You’re being ridiculous! Mount Hua is not weak, you’re weak!

Baek Cheon laughed as if he couldn’t help it. His world has changed completely since he met Chung Myung.

Baek Cheon, who watched Chung Myung for a moment, took a deep breath and said.

“Well then, shall we tidy up?”

“We need to hurry to deal with Daebyeolchae or something.”

“Yes.”

Nodding his head, he moved to the bandits who were still fighting.

“But Chung Myung told us not to help others catch the bandits. Can we go like this now?”

“Wouldn’t it be fine if we held our swords in moderation and glared at them?”

“…Gosh.”

Except for Chung Myung, Five Sword walked toward the bandits, pulling out the Hancheol sword.

And.

Less than a half day later, tMount Hua’s hands swept two of the Stronghold They then began to advance towards the last remaining, Daebyeolchae.