Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 703
“Taaaaat!”
Yoon Jong swung his sword with the sheath still on.
If you wield a with its scabbard, the sword will naturally become heavier and less sophisticated.
However, that is not a problem at all when facing these opponents.
Paat! Paaaat!
Yoon Jong’s sword, which cut through the air like lightning, hit the foreheads of the Golden Sword Manor warriors who were rushing at him.
Ttaak! Ttaaaak!
Just enough to lose consciousness, without causing serious injury.
Suppressing an opponent without injuring them is twice as difficult as taking their life. However, Yoon Jong’s sword moved briskly without any problem.
“These, these guys!”
“Be careful! They’re not ordinary people!”
The Golden Sword Manor warriors stepped back, frightened by such Yoon Jong’s prowess.
“Where on earth did these guys come from?”
“No, I told you we came from Mount Hua…”
“Do not step back! Are you going to show weakness to the Evil Faction?”
“I’m not from Evil Faction!”
As Yoon Jong swung his arm again, a brilliant sword energy sprang from the edge of his sword.
“That suspicious sword energy! These guys must be part of the Evil Faction too!”
“No!”
‘It’s driving me crazy, seriously!’
‘No, should I try using Plum Blossom Sword Technique?’
An impulse rose in his mind. However, Yoon Jong shook his head.
The Plum Blossom Sword Technique has so many changes that even the user has difficulty controlling all the sword energy. And his Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique is not yet complete.
If someone gets hurt while attempting it sloppily, they might have to hide the fact that they are from Mount Hua and run away.
‘I can’t let that happen, even if I die!’
Accidents are supposed to be caused only by that Chung Myung guy, not them.
So for now…….
“Uooohh! Take this! Twenty Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Plum Blossom…….”
“Don’t do that, you nutcase!”
The scabbard that Yoon Jong reflexively threw hit the back of Jo-Gol’s head.
“Kwak!”
Jo-Gol, who was running forward, slammed into the ground and slid a considerable distance.
“…….”
Yoon Jong blinked in disbelief that he had hit him so squarely.
“Are you all right?”
“….”
“Are you still alive?”
“…I’m dead.”
“Oh, good. That’s a relief.”
Yoon Jong approached, retrieved his scabbard, and sternly reprimanded him.
“Suppress them only with Six Combo Sword (육합검(六合劍)) and Seven Plum Sword (칠매검(七梅劍)) since you could hurt someone!”
“…Is that what a man who hit people in the back of the head has to say?”
“It’s okay because you’re tough.”
‘…What is a Taoist?’
Jo-Gol inadvertently turned his head.
Several “Taoists” were clearly seen beating up the warriors of the Golden Sword Manor.
“I’m sorry! I’ll apologize later! I didn’t mean to… Ow, you got hit. Why don’t you dodge a little…”
Baek Cheon was spouting words that could make listeners die of anger without any guilt.
“Waist!”
Paaaaak!
Yoo Iseol, swings her sword fiercely as if she has no intention of showing mercy once she draws her sword, even though it’s sheathed and won’t cut.
Moreover…
“I can use the Seven Plum Sword Technique well now!”
If you look closely, it’s still clumsy, but even Tang Soso shows a pretty ‘Sword Warrior’ side.
In front of the skilled (?) martial artists, the Golden Sword Manor warriors have literally swept away like autumn leaves.
‘There’s nothing I can do.’
In Jo-Gol’s view, the Golden Sword warriors seemed too weak and fragile to face those human weapons.
‘But you should be grateful.’
Fortunately, there are only people who know what common sense is here.
Jo-Gol, who turned his head, saw the back of a guy’s head without common sense.
Feeling pity for those who have to deal with that guy from now on, Jo-Gol firmly gripped his sword again.
“Hahaha.”
Is this the expression of a cat that cornered a mouse?
Chung Myung’s mouth was filled with a satisfying smile.
“Thi- Third… Third Elder.”
And Sang Man Hui’s face, which alternately looks at Chung Myung and the fallen elder, gradually turned muddy.
‘The Third Elder…’
Wu Bi, the Third Elder of the Golden Sword Manor, is a master who is difficult to handle even for him. No, in terms of skill alone, he was even better than him.
But now, Wu Bi is lying down with his eyes rolled back and foam around his mouth.
“What, what is this…”
“Seueueup! Haaaa!”
Chung Myung took a deep breath and loudly cracked his neck from side to side.
“There, old man.”
“…Yes?”
Sang Man Hui inadvertently spoke politely, feeling overwhelmed by his momentum. He quickly realized his mistake, but Chung Myung didn’t allow him to correct his words.
“I don’t want to talk for long, so just step aside. The one I have business with is that guy.”
“That….”
Sang Man Hui swallowed dry saliva, not knowing what to do.
He really wanted to step back. He obviously couldn’t handle this lunatic by looking at the situation. How could he stop someone who the Third Elder couldn’t even scratch?
But he couldn’t back down either.
Sometimes, in life, saving face is more important than being practical. What would happen if rumors spread that the leader of Golden Sword Manor had given in to the threat of an unknown person and handed over Mount Hua’s disciple? From that day on, Golden Sword Manor would never be able to show their face in Nanchang again.
In other words, they would have to put down their banner.
“Even if you’re strong, do you think you can threaten Mount Hua’s disciple?”
So now, all he could rely on was the prestige of Mount Hua.
However, as soon as he heard that, Chung Myung’s face was distorted.
“But this yangban really pisses me off since a while ago. How can you be the leader with that head?”
“…What?”
“Hey, you frustrating old man! You should have realized it by now! We’re the one from Mount Hua!”
Chung Myung raised his finger and pointed to Jin Yangjon.
“That guy is a scammer!”
Sang Man Hui slowly turned his gaze to where Chung Myung was pointing. There was Jin Yangjon with a pale face.
His expression still looked relaxed, but he couldn’t control the color of his face or sweat. Sang Man Hui’s mouth slowly opened as he saw Jin Yangjon’s forehead, pale and sweating cold sweat.
“Don’t, don’t tell me….”
At that moment when his pupils were shaking.
“Protect Buju-nim!”
“Uooohhhh!”
Seeing Chung Myung in the office, the warriors of the Golden Sword Manor rushed into the office without looking back.
“N- No….”
Normally, their high loyalty would have been more than welcome. But at this moment, Sang Man Hui resented their loyalty.
Those who flew into the office at once attacked Chung Myung from all sides.
And at that moment.
“Argh!”
Chung Myung angrily stomped his foot hard.
Bright blue rays burst out from his eyes. Soon, Chung Myung’s fist cleanly hit the chin of the person running towards him from the front.
“Why don’t you!”
Kwaang!
The person who was hit directly on the chin flew up like a fired cannonball and got stuck in the ceiling.
“Hear me!”
Kwaang!
A clean roundhouse kick hit the side of another person who was rushing in.
“Kuack….”
With a sound like wind leaking from a swollen drum, the person with a bent waist like a shrimp flew backward faster than they had been rushing in.
Kwajangchangchang!
The flying body hit the wall, but unfortunately, the weak wall couldn’t hold the person. As if they had never been there, the person disappeared from sight after breaking through the wall.
Bonjjok!
Chung Myung’s glare poured into those who were running towards him one after another.
“……hiiik!”
Then, they belatedly realized that something was wrong and tried to step back. However, they were human, it was impossible to stop the body that had been running at full speed.
The world’s most anguished face suddenly appeared in front of their pale eyes.
“Can’t you understanddddddd!”
Chung Myung’s fist filled the air.
It was a messy fistfight without any particular martial arts form. However, that messy movement created dozens or even hundreds of fist shadows, which rained down at an unbelievable speed, making it no different from an excellent martial arts form.
Kwadeuk!
A round fist was firmly planted in the eye of the person at the front.
The pain that fits the word dizziness spreads.
However, before the scream of pain could even come out of the open mouth, another fist hit the chin, followed by dozens of blows raining down on the body like rain.
Papapapapapapapapak!
It was no exaggeration to say that it was a wall made of fists.
As if a huge wall was collapsing and covering people, the punches poured down on everyone.
“Argh!”
“Argh!”
“Kuack! Kuaack!”
Those who were hit by the fists flew up into the air like frogs kicked by a child running at full force.
Watching people, who were neither stones nor frogs, flying far away in every direction, it was hard to be sure if this was reality.
Chung Myung, who had sent everyone rushing from all directions flying, went over to the person who had luckily slipped away and avoided the shower of punches.
For a moment, the surroundings became quiet.
The moment they met eyes.
Dopssok.
Chung Myung quickly grabbed the fallen man’s collar, straddled him without hesitation, and swung his fists.
“A person, huh? If you’re not smart, you should be quick-witted!” (“사람이, 어? 머리가 나쁘면 눈치라도 빨라야지!”)
Pok!
“I told you! I’m saying I’m from Mount Hua! Huh? Haven’t you heard of Mount Hua?”
Ppak!
“No, you dipshit! In my life, I never thought I’d have to prove I’m from Mount Hua. Why? Should I walk around with plum blossoms stuck all over my head? Huh? Or should I engrave a pretty tattoo on my body with Plum Blossom Sword Technique?”
Ppaaak!
Tolssok.
The person with a cleanly twisted jaw finally collapsed, foaming at the mouth.
Chung Myung then lifted himself up, clicking his tongue.
“That’s why I said we should talk first.”
‘When? When on earth…….’
Unfortunately, Sang Man Hui had to swallow that question in his heart. Because that demon suddenly stared at him.
“So….”
Crack. Crack.
When Chung Myung cleared his throat and clenched his fists, a creepy bone sound echoed. Though he must have heard that sound countless times in his life, now he has goosebumps all over his body.
“If you still don’t believe it, how about you check it out for yourself with that body?”
Sang Man Hui vigorously shook his head.
To be honest, he didn’t care anymore whether this guy was a disciple of Mount Hua or an imposter who received support from Iron Spear Manor and pretended to be from Mount Hua.
He just learned one certain fact. If he confidently said, “I still can’t believe it” here, he would soon be foaming at the mouth and convulsing like the people around him.
Chung Myung tilted his head.
“Do you believe me?”
“I, I believe you…!”
“Right? Hehe.”
As Sang Man Hui stammered and shouted, Chung Myung smiled pleasedly.
“As they say, sincerity communicates people. Keueu! As expected.”
“….”
Sang Man Hui was dumbfounded.
That guy definitely treated everyone sincerely. It was the first time in his life that he saw someone who sincerely beat people up like that.
“Buju-nim?”
“Yes? Ah… Ah, yes!”
“If you understand, please step aside for a moment…”
Chung Myung, who had been giggling, suddenly flinched for a moment. Then he turned his head left and right.
“Huh?”
His face instantly contorted like a grotesque, evil spirit.
“Where the hell did that bastard go?”
“Huh?”
Sang Man Hui was startled and looked behind him.
The seat where Jin Yangjon was sitting was empty. The bundle of promissory notes that Sang Man Hui had given him had also disappeared.
“Whe- Where….”
“No, this bastard actually dare to run away?”
Fire erupted from Chung Myung’s eyes.
He gritted his teeth, glaring at the wide-open window in the back.
“I was going to kill you only half-dead, but you’re dead meat now! You scamming bastard!”
Chung Myung, who seemed like he would rush forward any moment, suddenly turned his head to look at Sang Man Hui.
Sang Man Hui crumpled his neck unknowingly at the crooked gaze. Chung Myung spoke as if chewing the words out.
“If you let that bastard get away, you’ll die too.”
“…Yes?”
“I’ll grind you into a fine powder, whether you’re from Golden Sword Manor or whatever. Pray that I catch him!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
At the end of that remark, he suddenly soared up from the ground, and at the same time, Chung Myung’s image disappeared from Sang Man Hui’s eyes.
Sang Man Hui stared at the spot where Chung Myung had just stood a moment ago. At that time, Mount Hua Five Sword cleaned up all the Golden Sword Manor warriors and wandered into the office. They looked around and sighed.
“Where is he?”
“Seems like he threw up.”
“Chung Myung must have chased him.”
“Ha… Really, we’re running dirty today. Let’s go!”
“Yes!”
Then, they also rushed out and leaped out of the window.
“….”
Sang Man Hui, who was left alone suddenly, looked at the window and turned away. The sounds of dying, moaning, and wailing could be heard from here and there.
“Keueungg…..”
“Ah… Ah, I’m dying…”
“My, my back…….”
“….”
Sang Man Hui slumped down on the spot.
“This… What the hell is this? This…”
It was the law that not a single blade of grass would be left in the place where the typhoon called Cheongmyeong had passed.