Return of Mount Hua Sect

Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1050

The enforcers, having lost their reason, charged like wounded tigers. And Chung Myung too became a shooting star, rushing towards them.

“You puuuunk!”

Jong Nil with his eyes flipped in fury, slashed his sword downward. Black demonic energy rose like a cloud from the tip of his sword.

Kyaaaaak!

At the same time, Jong Nil’s sword screamed like a vengeful ghost. It was a terrible, wailing sound that made one’s heart and soul tremble just by hearing it. It was as if his sword was crying on behalf of Jong Nil‘s harbored grudge.

However, Chung Myung’s face as he faced him did not show even a single trace of agitation. He faced Jong Nil’s sword without a single emotion as if all his taunting words a moment ago were a lie.

Kwaaaaang!

When the swords collided in mid-air, a thunderous noise erupted, and black demonic energy and red sword energy splashed in all directions.

Geugeugeuk! Geugeugeugeugeuk!

The swords pushed against each other. Each aimed at the opponent’s neck, vibrating like a snake, ready to strike at any slightest gap.

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“Keuhaaaaaat!”

Jong Nil spewing murderous intent, pressed Chung Myung’s sword. In that moment, Chung Myung, instead of resisting the incoming force, tilted his sword and deflected Jong Nil’s sword.

Kagagak!

The rapier grazed the blade of Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword, sparking red sparks.

The moment the rapier touched the body of his sword, Chung Myung twisted his wrist and flicked his sword away at an incredible speed. A short distance where each shoulder seems to be touching. Within that distance, sword shadow split into dozens and rained down on the entire body of Jong Nil.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

The sword that flew into his body dug into Jong Nil’s body without any hesitation. Yet, Jong Nil’s extremely hard body was able to block the sword strike of Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword which could easily pierce steel, leaving only a scratch on the fabric.

“It’s useless!”

Jong Nil raised his left arm. Demonic energy enveloped his hand, forming a terrifying shape. The elongated demonic energy sprouting from his fingertips was reminiscent of the claws of a beast or a demon.

Kwaaaa!

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Jong Nil’s hand tore through the air and flew towards Chung Myung. At that moment, Chung Myung also raised his left arm as if natural.

His fingertips trembled as if splitting apart, and soon, dozens of sword auras blossomed, forming a red wall between Jong Nil and him.

Among the palm arts that Mount Hua is proud of throughout the world, Plum Blossom Scattering Palm (매화산수(梅花散手)), is Red Flower Ultimate Wall (홍화구벽(紅花究壁)). Jong Nil’s long fingernails scratched the perfect wall.

“Keuk!”

A moment of dismay flashed in Jong Nil’s eyes.

He tried to penetrate the wall in one go, but it wasn’t easy. As he deeply scratched the wall, instead of a solid sensation, a ceaselessly squishy and soft energy wrapped around his hand.

As soon as his hand passed by, the energy that had been pushed out as soon as he scratched returned to its original place, as if it had never been pushed away.

It was an extreme softness art (유공(柔功)), even wrapping the sharpness imbued with demonic energy.

The moment the enforcer, unable to hide his dismay, tried to swing his sword again, the wall of energy that had filled his vision suddenly broke through and a sword flew out. It was a tremendous speed.

‘What?’

Jong Nil was frightened by the attack that seemed to pierce the center of his neck in an instant and twisted his body.

Sogok!

The sword’s blade grazed his right neck, leaving a crimson sword trail.

“Keuk!”

A burning pain surged.

But there was no time given to groan for long. The sword that had slashed his neck suddenly stopped in mid-air as if time itself had frozen, then abruptly changed direction and flew towards Jong Nil’s head with fierce force.

Jong Nil’s mouth gaped open in a moment, and he swung his hand powerfully.

Kaaaaang!

A hand wrapped in demonic energy and a sword imbued with red sword energy collided. Jong Nil immediately lashed out with his rapier in his right hand. It seemed as if Chung Myung’s body would be pierced at any moment.

But at that moment, Chung Myung pulled his sword slightly and thrust it towards Jong Nil’s neck like lightning. They ended up thrusting their swords at each other.

Chung Myung aimed for Jong Nil’s neck, and Jong Nil aimed for Chung Myung’s chest. Faced with a situation where neither could retreat, Jong Nil clenched his teeth and tightened his grip on his sword.

‘Bluff….’

And at that moment, he saw it. The devilish smile flashed across Chung Myung’s face.

In an instant, an indescribable chilling dread passed through Jong Nil’s mind.

A believer never fears an enemy. A believer is never afraid of death. But he is also human. It was difficult to make the choice to pierce the opponent’s chest by giving up his neck rather than any other part of his body.

Eventually, the survival instinct inherent in a human overcame the hatred for the unbeliever, even if only for an instant.

Jong Nil reflexively twisted his sword, lifting the charging Chung Myung’s sword.

But at that moment!

Parararak!

With a sound like a butterfly ferociously flapping its wings, Chung Myung’s sword was scattered into pieces. It was as if he already knew that Jong Nil would not be able to aim his chest until the end and would aim for his sword.

Jong Nil’s powerfully swung sword cut through the space where Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword had been, and at the same time, Chung Myung’s sword energy transformed into thousands of plum blossom petals and pierced through Jong Nil’s whole body.

Kagak! Kagak!

Jong Nil belatedly swung his arms as if in a seizure. But it was impossible to block all the sword energy that danced towards him like thousands of petals. Red wounds began to be etched all over his body.

However, it was not this spectacular swordsmanship that shocked Jong Nil. It was the astonishment at Chung Myung as a human being that seized his mind.

‘How could…?’

The murderous intent that Chung Myung radiated was so intense that his whole body went numb.

Jong Nil and other believers are demons. They are beasts confined to barren lands. To master martial arts, they must be each other’s opponents. Therefore, they are accustomed to hatred, to killing intent, and to malice, more so than anyone else in the world.

But now, the murderous intent that this Righteous Sects brat exuded has made even Jong Nil stiffen.

It is questionable whether such a terrible murderous intent and malice can be unleashed even if it is from being molded out of blood. But how can a bastard from Righteous Sects who has lived only in peace in this false world emit such momentum?

“This, this bastard…!”

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

As if to not even a single part of his body was left behind, the sword energy surged endlessly and engulfed his entire body.

A pain so intense it seemed to turn his head white. But even within that pain, Jong Nil’s consciousness did not fade. It wasn’t because of hatred for his enemy.

It was because of those chilling eyes.

Chung Myung’s cold eyes, glimpsed beyond the gorgeously fluttering plum blossom sword energy, held his reason like glue.

He knew it. If he lost his focus even for an instant, a mere moment, that damned sword would mercilessly slit his throat.

A vivid emotion took root deep in his heart. Try as he might to deny it, he could not. It was unmistakably… fear.

‘Am I, of all people, feeling fear before this bastard of Jungwon that I would expect only before a bishop? This me?’

It was then that Jong Nil’s face was horribly distorted.

During the battle that lasted for a split second, two enforcers arrived. Rushing past Jong Nil, they immediately lunged at Chung Myung, swinging their arms coated in demonic energy.

“Dieee!”

Jong Nil’s eyes widened.

“Sto…!”

He wanted to shout for them to stop, but Chung Myung’s movements were faster.

Kwang!

Chung Myung, who had stepped on the ground, rather rushed toward the hand falling over his head. As soon as a black hand passed directly over his accelerated head, Chung Myung’s body was completely buried in the enforcer’s chest.

Kuuung!

Chung Myung’s shoulder struck the enforcer’s chest mercilessly. The moment the enforcer was hit by the shoulder with added rotational force, his chest caved in. Blood gushed out like a waterfall from his mouth.

But Chung Myung’s attack had just begun. Before the body of the enforcer that had been hit could bounce off, Chung Myung’s body spun like a top. The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword swiftly sliced through the enforcer.

Paaaaaat!

His chest was torn apart. The cut was so severe that it not only sliced through the muscles but also exposed the bones. The enforcer was flung back without even a chance to scream.

“This…!”

Another enforcer, watching his comrade (교우(敎友)) be brutally taken down in an instant, exuded streams of bloody light from his eyes. The way he drew both his hands towards Chung Myung was madness itself.

Kyaaaaak!

A demonic energy that emitted a monstrous sound sliced through the air toward Chung Myung. Dozens of black lines chaotically drawn seemed like they would shred Chung Myung into pieces at any moment.

At that moment, Chung Myung plunged his sword into the midst of the pouring demonic energy.

Parararak! Parararararak!

The tip of Chung Myung’s sword, which was slightly trembling, began to vibrate more and more, and soon became a large wave, pushing away the flying demonic energy from side to side. A large space soon opened up through the net of demonic energy.

‘Huh?’

There was no time for the enforcer to be shocked. Chung Myung flew straight into the opened space. The frightened enforcer quickly tried to pull his body back, but at that moment, a terrible stab was released from Chung Myung’s hand.

Paaaaat!

The moment something whitish was captured by his eyes, Chung Myung’s sword had already reached right in front of his neck. It was so fast that he couldn’t believe it even with his own eyes.

However, the enforcer was not an easy opponent either. In that instant, he swiftly twisted his body, dodging Chung Myung’s thrust.

Sagak.

Chung Myung’s sword sliced ​​and grazed the skin of the enforcer’s neck very thinly. Even in that brief moment, it was an incredible feat that made others appalled. The enforcer shivered and tried to launch his body backward again.

Swaeaeaek!

However, Chung Myung, having thrust his sword, quickly folded his arm, rushing forward even faster than the sword he had thrust.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the enforcer’s head with a speed that put the word ‘flash’ to shame.

Kwadeudeuk!

Chung Myung gripped the head so powerfully with his fingertips that it seemed he might pierce through it, and then he forcefully pulled the enforcer toward him.

Chung Myung’s cruel smile was clearly visible in the two eyes of the enforcer. A look of unconcealable fear appeared on the face of the enforcer, who understood what Chung Myung was trying to do now.

“N- No….”

Kwagak!

The blade that the enforcer had dodged moments before touched his neck which was pulled toward Chung Myung. Chung Myung pulled him in and furiously spun his body.

Saaaaaaaak!

A chilling yet brisk sound spread.

Tong!

The enforcer fell to the ground as if slammed down, blood gushing from his neck.

Jong Nil lowered his gaze with a half-dazed expression. The blood gushing from the decapitated corpse was hot and soaking the hem of his clothes.

Eventually, as if possessed, he raised his head and saw it clearly.

The figure of Chung Myung stood with the severed head in his left hand, his sword hanging loosely.

Tuk.

Chung Myung threw the head he was holding at Jong Nil’s feet.

“It’ll be a problem if you look so troubled already.”

“….”

“Because it’s just the beginning.”

The madness in his eyes was more dreadful than that of any cultist. Chung Myung was running towards Jong Nil again and was laughing like a demon.