Chapter 109

 Previous Chapter                                                                  Next Chapter

Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 109. Mount Hua doesn’t vanish. (4)

Proofread : Ying

“Elder, will Sahyung win?”

In response to the question, Sima Seung bit his lip. His lips were torn apart, and a stream of blood gushed out.

"Will he win?"

It's an absurd question.

"He has to win by all means."

If they don't break the wings of that monster here today, that monster will one day soar into the sky.

Once a monster has risen to the sky, it cannot be caught by any means.

From that moment on, that monster will not stay as a monster but become a dragon.

Maybe this is the last chance.

It can be said to be the worst situation, but Sama Seung has yet to give up hope.

'It would be possible if it was Jin Geum Ryong.'

Although he is the same second-class disciple, Jin Geum Ryong is one level different from others. Jin Geum Ryong's skills are comparable to Southern Edge Sect's first-class disciples.

Although he spoke harshly and coldly, in fact, with a little luck, it would be no wonder that one day he would become the number one person in the world,  that Jin Geum Ryong.

In other words?

If Jin Geum Ryong can't stop him, it means that at that age, no one in the world can stop Chung Myung. In other words, if Chung Myung beats Jin Geum Ryong here now, Chung Myung will naturally secure the position of the future world’s first.

That alone is unacceptable.

'We should stop his breath sooner.'

It wasn't a matter of saving face.  Mount Hua should have been completely destroyed even if it was criticized by the Murim. This is the result of that tough breath. (the raw is 그 질긴 숨통을 끊지 못한 결과가 이것이다.)

'Damn Mount Hua bastards!'

There was blood in Sama Seung's eyes.

‘There will never be a history of disgrace here today.’

‘Never!’

At that moment, Jin Geum Ryong's sword began to bloom like an illusion. Sama Seung clenched his fist as he watched Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword unfolding close to perfection.

‘Your sword must take his breath away!'

Chung Myung still looked at the sword flying towards him.

‘It's similar.’

The exteriors was copied really nicely.

That splendor.

The beauty of each flower living and breathing. And the sharp and deadly blow hidden in its beauty.

Truly the Twenty-four Movement Plum Blossoms Sword Technique.

It's different from Songbaek Lee's Twelve Movement Snow Flower he performed the other day. If Songbaek Lee's sword was merely an imitation of plum blossoms, Jin Geum Ryong's Twelve Movement Sword showed sophistication that even Chung Myung admired.

Any person would have no choice but to be charmed in front of such a fantastic sword.

But.

The person in front of Jin Geum Ryong was Chung Myung.

Chung Myung avoids the flying swords.

Swoosh.

Jin Geum Ryong's sword cuts off the hem of his clothes.

Swoosh.

The tip of his hair is cut off and flutters into the air.

Swoosh.

Soon, Jin Geum Ryong's sword lightly brushed Chung Myung's face. A red line appears and a drop of blood flows down from it.

Chung Myung stepped back, lifted his finger, and wiped the flowing blood with his tongue. It's bittersweet.

"You can't beat me by running away."

At Jin Geum Ryong's provocation, Chung Myung just stared at him silently.

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes are somewhat relaxed.

"At one time, your Mount Hua was famous for its sword resembling a flower, right?"

"……."

"But that's only in the past. Now even your symbols will be buried in Southern Edge Sect's new sword technique. The world will remember Southern Edge Sect's Twelve Movement Sword Technique and forget Mount Hua’s sword."

Chung Myung to those words silently without answering.

"The reason why Southern Edge Sect's ancestors invented this sword was to let people know that Southern Edge Sect's sword was superior to Mount Hua's. I honestly don't think it's that meaningful. What is the point of proving superiority to a ruined sect? However!"

Jin Geum Ryong spoke  in a cold voice..

"It must be meaningful to be this sword to take the last breath of Mount Hua. Come, I will cut off your last lingering obsession."

It was arrogant, but above all, it was a scornful word.

However, Chung Myung's reaction to all of this was completely different from Jin Geum Ryong's expectations.

"Pfft."

"……?"

Chung Myung covered his mouth. Then soon he began to laugh convulsively.

"……What are you doing?"

Chung Myung, who was giggling and holding back his laughter, shakes his hand with his head down after a while.

"No, no. No matter how hard I try, I can't take it anymore."

Chung Myung smiles, exposing his white teeth. Then lift the sword and aim Jin Geum Ryong correctly.

"I saw it well, my impression is... well, you look like a clown."

"A clown?" (No, you are a whole circus)

"Yes, I enjoyed your clumsy impersonation. That's enough to perform anywhere."

Jin Geum Ryong's face was distorted. With wrinkles all over his forehead, he grinded his teeth.

"How dare you… compare my sword to a clown play?"

"Oh, I hope you don't misunderstand. I didn't really ignore you. What I ignored was, um...… the sword technique, or the Southern Edge Sect who invented it?"

Jin Geum Ryong glared at Chung Myung with a terrible face. Nevertheless, Chung Myung spoke nonchalantly.

"You don't have to stare at me like that. I'm going to give you a present. I'll fill the void in that sword."

"...You would be better not to think about returning intact."

"I don't think that's an ascetic would say."

Jin Geum Ryong is flabbergasted.

The Twelve Movement Sword is absolutely splendid. Therefore, even the opponent cannot properly distinguish between the truth and falsehood hidden in the sword. So, wouldn't it have been impossible to distinguish between reality and illusion?

Jin Geum Ryong gave strength to the hand holding the sword.

It's probably fine. Chung Myung wouldn’t survive this match anyway. And Mount Hua wouldn't dare ask Jin Geum Ryong for the price.  After all, they'll have to face the entire Southern Edge Sect.

After all, it is power that rules the world.

The weak may complain of injustice, but they cannot punish the strong. It's an absolute law that hasn't changed since Murim existed.

"You..."

But Chung Myung brutally cuts Jin Geum Ryong's words off.

"I have a question."

It was an unfamiliar tone of voice from Chung Myung.

"What the hell is in that sword?"

"……What do you mean?"

"No, that's not enough."

Chung Myung shook his head.

It means that it doesn't mean anything.

Chung Myung who pressed down on his true intention to come up slightly smiled and opened his mouth. In a loud voice as if everyone would hear it.

"You did a good job of copying, but that's not enough. Because Mount Hua's sword is faster, sharper, and more colorful."

‘I'm sure everyone heard this now.’

That's enough.

With this...

Southern Edge Sect can't escape the curse.

"You've got a big mouth."

"Let me know if there's a way to kill a mouth. And I think you've been talking more than me."

"This..."

Jin Geum Ryong moved his sword as if it was useless to mix any more words. It means that he will show Chung Myung with a sword, not with words.

One flower.

Another one.

His sword travels through the air with greater splendor and speed. The energy emanating from the sword begins to form the most vivid flower patterns.

One more flower.

And another one.

Before long, the flowers created by Jin Geum Ryong began to cover the stage.

As beautiful as it can be, but as dangerous.

‘You will die with this sword!'

Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword.

Even Jin Geum Ryong was a perfect herbivore.

The white-colored flowers begin to wrap around Chung Myung as if they would tear his body apart at any moment.

"Cheer, Chung Myung!"

Screams burst out everywhere.

Mount Hua's disciples, who had been staring at the stage as if possessed so far, jumped up from their seats in unison.

It's something they know.

How dangerous that sword is. And how amazing it is.

There is no need to be on the stage. Just looking at it with their eyes gives them goosebumps all over the body and makes heart beats faster.

Chung Myung, who has never given them anxiety until now, seems unable to survive in that ridiculous change of sword.

Yoon Jong unknowingly put his hands together in front of his chest.

'Oh, my God!'

Jin Geum Ryong's sword was sharp and fierce enough to worry about that monstrous Chung Myung. It seemed that no one in the world would dare survive in that storm of snowflakes.

Even Songbaek Lee and Baek Chun screamed and looked at Chung Myung.

But there is only one.

Yoo Iseol only bites her lips and looks at the scene without much agitation. However, a single question crosses her eyes.

'That's...…?'

A sight she has seen somewhere. Perhaps it is a sight that can be said to be familiar. She saw it in the past and also recently. But...

'Different.'

Something's different.

That sword is not so different from what she knows. However, it does not give the same impression as when seeing the sword of Chung Myung.

What's the difference?

Her eyes turned to Chung Myung.

That child will tell you what the difference is.

With that sword.

Chung Myung gave a subtle look as he looked at the waves of flowers flying toward him.

'This is a different experience.'

It feels a little different from when he used to duel with sahyung (from past life). It’s lacking realism compared to the sahyung.

‘This must be how the demon sect follower felt when they were dealing with the Twenty-four Plum Blossoms.'

It's a little different, but...

But Chung Myung felt no threat, no pressure, from the sword now flying over him.

Why?

'Cause it's just a shell.'

Precisely, it is a failed sword.

It starts with sword technique, goes to the law, and ascends to the rite to reach enlightenment. And the sword that goes further from there finally completes the Tao.  (the raw is 검은 술(術)에서 시작하여 법(法)에 이르고, 예(例)에 올라 학(學)에 도달한다.)

But this sword contains nothing.

There is technique and splendor in this husky sword, but there is no energy and cranes that it should have. It can never reach the real thing. (the raw is 이 껍데기뿐인 검에는 술과 법은 존재하지만 예와 학은 없다.)

The sword in front of his eyes is nothing more than a copy of the shell of Mount Hua’s sword. A shell that doesn't have any substance.

And this started with a long, long misunderstanding.

‘Only the Plum Blossom Sword Technique can make plum blossoms?'

That is wrong in two ways.

First of all.

Chung Myung's sword begins to move slowly.

Mount Hua's disciples recognized that Chung Myung's sword was the basic of Mount Hua’s sword. (i think the basic is six-fold combo, falling petal, and seven plum. Someone who not the main disciple of mount hua can only learn until seven plum sword, so I just assume so. Correct me if I’m wrong)

‘Seven Plum Sword?’

They all know that is the great sword art that Mount Hua has recovered.

However, the sword art seemed too weak to deal with the unknown sword of the Southern Edge Sect.

Then Chung Myung muttered softly as if he was talking to himself.

"It's not just Plum Blossoms Sword Technique that can make flowers bloom."

Flowers do not only bloom in dense forests.

Even a single plum tree standing alone on a steep cliff can make flowers bloom.

Whether it’s the plum blossom sword technique or the seven plum sword technique, if the person holding the sword is a disciple of the volcano, it doesn’t matter what the sword technique is.

It's just...

Soon after, a small flower bloomed at the tip of Chung Myung's sword.

A single red flower blooms amidst the pure white snow flower of the Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword that seem to color the world white.

It looked like a single red plum blooming in the snowy mountains of the long winter.

Snow plum blossoms alone in winter when all flowers are dark, but it gives off a stronger fragrance than any other flower.

The single plum blossomed by Chung Myung gradually multiplied and soon covered the entire stage in the shape of red plum, like a snow-covered plum blooming on the peak of a mountain.

Everyone who watched was charmed.

It was too beautiful to be a sword and too majestic to be a sight created by humans.

‘It's an illusion.'

Time seems to stop.

And in the frozen time, only the plum blossoms were emitting a scent so strong that one could close their eyes.

Previous Chapter                                                                  Next Chapter

Support me or just consider yourself being tricked by clicking the ads~

Or

Become one of my Patreon for access to 22 advance chapters. I update 2 chapters a day on there. But i could also skipped a day when things on my side became hectic.