Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 639
It was a storm-like energy.
An energy that makes even those who were watching from a distance shudder away. It was unbelievable that it was flowing out of a Taoist.
How much anger does it take to emit energy like this?
Everyone had a hunch. That fight is now out of the realm of a sparring match.
While learning from each other’s martial art is the definition of a sparring match itself, what is happening up there is certainly far from a sparring match.
How can such a terrible killing intent be poured out unless it’s a life-and-death battle?
Kaaang!
The sound of swords clashing penetrated everyone’s ears like a wake-up call.
Gagagagak!
Sharp blades scratched each other, and sparks scattered everywhere. The heads of the two were closer than the sword. The wild, unbridled look in their eyes was like that of a beast.
The killing intent was so blatant that it smelled like blood.
It was almost like a fight between beasts growling to put fangs in each other’s necks.
Who could have imagined this?
Wudang and Mount Hua.
The final matches between the two sects representing Taoism had taken such a turn.
Udeuk. Udeudeuk.
The gruesome sound of bone echoed from both hands gripping their own sword.
Heo Gong’s eyes, filled with deep anger, stared at Chung Myung as if they were going to eat him. And Chung Myung’s eyes, which received those eyes, were also seething with bizarre heat.
“That’s right….”
Chung Myung grinned without erasing his smile.
“Everyone’s the same, despite pretending to be noble, high, and mighty.”
“You bastard!”
Kwang!
Chung Myung’s sword suddenly gained strength and sent Heo Gong flying backward. But this was not intended to catch his breath. Chung Myung immediately followed Heo Gong, who was pushed out of the stage.
“In the end, that’s your nature!”
“Shut up, you bastard!”
Kwaaaang!
The sword struck again and a loud noise echoed through the air.
Cold sweat began to seep out from the foreheads of those watching the scene.
‘What the hell is this….’
This is not what they expected.
The Elder of Wudang and Mount Hua’s best sword.
They thought there would be high-quality swordplay worthy of its reputation and position. The conflict between high swordsmanship is based on the enlightenment of Taoism and the strength of human beings who unfold swordsmanship.
That was the aspect of this sparring match drawn by both Wudang and Mount Hua.
However, what they saw in front of them was too explicit and straightforward.
It was ridiculous for them to argue about dignity and status the moment they drew their swords. The two of them swung their swords as if they were going to cut each other in half, completely exposing their bestial nature.
Kaang! Kaang! Kaaaang! Kaang!
Dozens of sword strikes were exchanged in the blink of an eye.
The two swords relentlessly aimed for each other’s lifeblood without hesitation. The shockwave from their fierce swordplay split the ground apart.
Clang!
Shards of sword flew off from the impact and grazed both of their bodies. Heo Gong’s shoulders and Chung Myung’s sides quickly turned red.
However, the two continued to use all their strength to drive their swords into each other’s bodies.
Kagagagak!
Their swords clashed and fell to the ground, only to rise again and strike after looking at each other’s gap.
Kwaaang!
Heo Gong, who pushed his sword down, pressured Chung Myung’s arms and slammed into his chest. Even in that short moment, a swirl of vortex flew toward Chung Myung.
Kwadeuk!
But Chung Myung was not one to be taken down easily.
With precise movement, Chung Myung slammed Heo Gong’s shoulder with the hilt of his sword as the swirl came in. Thus, he managed to block the blow to his chest, but couldn’t handle the force, Chung Myung’s body twisted and bounced back.
“Eup!”
“Keuk!”
At the same time, a short groan broke out of the two’s mouths. However, it was only momentarily, as Heo Gong chased after Chung Myung with a fierce glare.
Chwaaak!
A waterfall-like sword energy burst out of his sword. It was truly a tremendous force. But instead of flying directly to Chung Myung, the sword energy surrounded him in all directions.
Paeaeaeng!
The sound of a whip being swung echoed as it whirled instantly. The brilliant force from Heo Gong’s left hand raged against Chung Myung.
‘Ten-stage Brocade!’
Along with Soft Palm (면장(綿掌)), it was a martial art that symbolized Wudang Sect.
If Soft Palm is a martial art of continuous disconnection, like Great Clear Sword Technique (태청검법(太淸劍法)), Ten-stage Brocade is a breaking evil sword.
It is a killing intent-filled martial art that one should never unfold unless it is time to deal with a villain who brings chaos into the world.
The ‘sword’ of Wudang was now flying towards Chung Myung. It was such a formidable speed and explosive power that it was hard to think of as a Wudang technique. It was a martial art that blended the elements of Kwae (Swift/쾌(快)) and Pae (Dominance/패(覇)), which was somewhat different from the martial arts of Wudang that focused on Yu (Softness/유(柔)) and Jeong (Stillness/정(靜)).
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!
The force of the Ten-stage Brocade flew in succession, colliding with Chung Myung’s Plum Blossom Scattering Palm (매화산수(梅花散手)/Prev. Mount Hua Disperse Hand).
Unlike Chung Myung, who couldn’t maintain both sword and palm art simultaneously, Heo Gong held Chung Myung with Ten-stage Brocade and attacked fiercely with his Great Clear Sword Technique.
‘Anyway, that’s a real scam.’
Chung Myung clenched his teeth as he continuously retreated.
“Heuuaaatt!”
Perhaps he thought he had gained the upper hand in this situation, Heo Gong deployed his sword even more vigorously.
However, Chung Myung, who was quickly out of the scope of the Ten-stage Brocade, swung his sword hesitantly.
Hwaaaak!
Dozens of plum blossoms rose from the edge of his sword and split from side to side. The wave-like sword energy rushing towards him was blocked by the wall of plum blossoms.
Like rough waves crashing against a solid bank, the blue sword energy soared high into the sky.
“Haaat!”
Chung Myung’s sword, which had been softly swaying for a moment, was firmly brought down three times. A crimson sword energy flew like a flash at Heo Gong.
“Futile!”
Heo Gong’s Great Clear Sword Technique, which turned the direction, blocked the flying Chung Myung’s sword energy.
However, Chung Myung had already kicked the ground and narrowed the distance from Heo Gong at the same time as he swung his sword.
Chwaaak!
From top to bottom!
The sword that fiercely slashed down without hesitation divided the waves to the left and right. Rather than swordsmanship, it was a sight that looked closer to a miracle.
However, Heo Gong couldn’t have easily been pushed back.
As soon as the sword energy was split, the force of Ten-stage Brocade flew like lightning through it.
Kwaang!
In a hurry, Chung Myung’s sword blocked the force. However, it was not enough to completely dissipate the power of the close-range discharge. The Plum Blossom Sword shook greatly, and soon dark red blood gushed out from Chung Myung’s mouth.
“Heu!”
Chung Myung, whose mouth was covered in blood, smiled grotesquely.
It was a sight that was more than enough to make the viewers’ hearts chill.
As he bled, he laughed as if he was having fun. Heo Gong’s sword forgot the flow for a moment.
And Chung Myung didn’t miss that moment.
Kwang!
Chung Myung flew into the air and rotated his body as if to break the stage.
Heo Gong opened his eyes wide as he saw Chung Myung’s head spinning like a top.
‘Foolish!’
This is not a street performance or anything. What meaning is there in offering your head to the opponent and spinning around like this?
His sword reflexively pushed forward toward Chung Myung’s head. If the attack worked, Chung Myung’s head would split open simultaneously. It was an attack that should never be done in an ordinary sparring match, but the boundary between a sparring match and a life-and-death battle has long since disappeared from Heo Gong’s head.
The moment when his sword was struck with fierce force as if it would break Chung Myung’s head at any moment.
Paaaat!
Chung Myung’s sword stretched in all directions.
With the rotation added to the already dazzling and ever-changing sword, it felt like everything in front of him was filled with swords.
‘This…!’
Heo Gong’s sword edge was shaken once again.
If he were to strike down with his sword like this, he might be able to cut Chung Myung’s head. But he, too, must be prepared to be dismembered. His life would not be guaranteed if that deadly sword energy penetrated it.
“Keuk!”
In the end, Heo Gong, who was pushed back by the momentum, turned his sword into a defensive posture and took a step back.
It was a very obvious mistake.
Clang!
Chung Myung, who hit the ground with his empty hands, was shot at Heo Gong like a shell with the recoil.
Chung Myung rushed toward Heo Gong’s lower body in a low position, like a swallow that skimmed the ground.
Soon after, a sword thrust by Chung Myung soared from below.
In his life, Heo Gong has performed numerous sparring matches and competed with swords countless times. However, he had never faced a sword thrust upward from such a low angle. He momentarily pulled his upper body back and avoided Chung Myung’s sword.
That’s exactly what Chung Myung was after.
Kwaaang!
Chung Myung punched Heo Gong’s foot relentlessly.
He did not miss the fact that Heo Gong’s reaction would be half a beat later than usual because he shifted his center of gravity backward.
Heo Gong’s feet were stuck in the ground with a loud noise. The hard blue stones cracked and gold threads spread in all directions like spider webs.
“….”
Unable to even scream in terrible pain, Heo Gong glared at Chung Myung. His eyes were bloodshot.
“Heuuaaap!”
Heo Gong, who eventually regained the use of his uninjured foot, kicked toward Chung Myung’s jaw.
However.
Kwadeudeuk!
Not Chung Myung’s chin touched his feet, but a sword handle. The hilt made of iron was embedded in the back of his foot.
“Euuaaaaatt!”
Heo Gong, injured in both feet, swung his sword with a beastly roar.
But Chung Myung had already kicked the ground quickly and slipped away.
Kwagak!
Heo Gong, who had deeply split the ground, chased after Chung Myung like a poisonous serpent.
Hwaaak!
Against the rushing snake, plum blossoms once again rose at the edge of Chung Myung’s sword. However, the snake, now fully consumed by its venom, did not stop charging even when faced with the thorny plum blossom field that lay before it.
The sword energy, which was seething like lava, blasted apart the plum blossom energy as it hurtled towards Chung Myung’s chest.
Chung Myung managed to put up his sword vertically to block the attack, but he couldn’t put his full strength into his sword as he had not been able to plant his feet properly!
Tang!
Chung Myung’s body was pushed back with the metal sound of the clashing sword.
Kung! Kuung! Kung!
He rolled several times on the ground before stopping, lying flat on his back.
“Huft! Huft! Huft!”
Taking a deep breath, Heo Gong looked down at his hand holding the sword. It was trembling. He then bit his lips after confirming the sensation in his swollen feet.
The bones on both feet were crushed. The unbearable pain stabbed his chest at each of his steps and crushed his mind.
However, this was not the time to ponder such things.
His half-tired gaze chased the fallen Chung Myung. Unsurprisingly, Chung Myung was slowly rising again.
Ttuk.
Thick blood dripped from his mouth and down his chin to the floor. But the devilish smile on his lips still lingered.
Just by looking at the expressions on their faces, it was evident who had won this exchange.
“…You….”
The anger that engulfed Heo Gong’s whole body dissipated into a chilly calm. Instead, a mixture of awe and discomfort grew like a weed, wrapping and squeezing his whole body.
“Ptoo.”
After spitting out the blood in his mouth, Chung Myung wiped his lips with his sleeve and smiled, revealing the red-stained teeth.
“It seems like you can’t hold on any longer, huh?”
“….”
“Let’s keep going. It’s just the beginning.”
Chung Myung, whose face was half-covered in blood, approached Heo Gong with his sword hanging down as if to pressure the opponent.