Chapter 156

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 156. Let’s Go Get Wudang  (1)

"Ooh, let's join too! What are you doing, you beggars!"

Hong Dae-gwang shouted harshly.

Even before they could do anything, the disciples of Mount Hua were fighting against the enemy in front of them.

‘Damn it!'

The initiative was taken away.

This was a disgrace to Hong Dae-gwang.

‘Don't they have anything to be scared of?'

Why could Beggar Union take a place in the Ten Great Sect?

To be honest, the martial art of Beggar Union is a bit lacking to be one of the Ten Great Sect. Judging by the number of masters or the quality of the sect, Beggar Union may not have the right to enter the Ten Great Sect.

Nevertheless, there is a reason why they were able to proudly establish themselves in the Ten Great Sect.

Information power? 

No way!

That is just an additional factor.

The reason why the public does not hesitate to recognize Beggar Union as one of the Ten Great Sect is that their righteousness is second to none.

Even if its strength is lacking, Beggar Union fights ahead of anyone else. 

Whenever there is a crisis in Murim, whenever evil enemies emerge, Beggar Union was always the first to fight without sparing their lives.

That fact gives strength to the shoulders of Beggar Union’s members. 

Some people disparaged them that they are beggars who do not have anything and that they do not know how precious their lives are, but being able to strike injustice without fear was the pride of the Beggar Union. 

But now Hong Dae-gwang was looking at more fearless men than such Beggar Union.

Let's just say that’s how Mount Hua Divine Dragon is.

Because he knew Chung Myung was weird.

But Mount Hua's disciples were certainly not sane. If they had eyes, they would have no difficulty in grasping the opponent's power, but they run to those who are stronger than themselves without any hesitation.

Furthermore… 

"Argh! You're so young and fearless!" 

The axe of the giant man swings at such a speed that his hair is shaking.

Swoosh. 

However, Baek Chun, who faces him like that, neatly dodged the vicious axe by just backing away slightly.

"It's only natural to respect older people." 

Baek Chun said cynically.

"I don't think you need much respect because you seem to have aged in vain."

"You son of a b*tc*!"

Mo Huai rolled his eyes and rushed to Baek Chun. But Baek Chun narrowly escaped such an attack and thrust the sword toward the giant.

Hong Dae-gwang burst into admiration while watching the scene.

'Unlike what he looks like, he knows how to scratch people.'

If Chung Myung talks like a big club, Baek Chun smiles pierce like a dagger. Thanks to it, Mo Huai was rushing madly at Baek Chun with his anger soaring to his head.

And Baek Chun was dealing well with such a powerful man.

Of course, if they face each other head-on, Baek Chun won't be a match for the big weapon. But he made use of his speed and precision to at least create a fight that he couldn't lose.

That's a hell of a thing considering his age.

It is not just Baek Chun.

"Haaapp!”

Jo-Gol's sword pierces sharply towards Shandong Quick Sword Son Myung. Like his nickname, the sword of Son Myung is famous for its amazing speed. However, no matter how much I looked at it, Jo-Gol’s sword was not far behind it.

Furthermore… 

"Gol-ah, don't get carried away!"

Yoon Jong is firmly supporting such Jo-Gol.

Whenever Son Myung tries to catch Jo-Gol's gap, Yoon Jong helps Jo-Gol cover his sword.Yoon Jong's sword was slow. However, slowness does not mean a lack of skills. Unlike Jo-Gol, Yoon Jong uses a slow and serious sword. But the sword was also clearly recognizable as Mount Hua's.

Jo-Gol's fast and light sword and Yoon Jong's heavy and serious sword mesh like cogwheels to deal with Son Myung.

It was a pain in the ass. for Son Myung who faced the two.

'These donkeys!'

Considering their age, it would have been less than ten years since they were put together. But these guys were wielding swords like seasoned murim warriors, who had been working together for decades.

Each other fills each other's gaps, and each other doubles each other's power.

‘Where the hell did these guys come from?'

Son Myung stepped back and glanced to the side.

It's a shame to lose to these two youngsters, but Son Myung's disgrace was nothing.

What was really humiliating was Blu Sword Scholar (靑劍書生) Lu Guang who was fighting next to him.

"Da- damn it!"

Blue Sword Scholar is now facing being pushed back against Mount Hua's little girl.

No matter how much Blue Sword Scholar was lagging behind among those here, he was not the type of person who would be pushed by a woman.

But there's no denying to what's actually happening right now. The female disciple of Mount Hua, who was confronting him, was constantly pushing him with her elegant sword.

Seeing the sword, it is hard to guarantee a victory even for Son Myung. A cold sweat is dripping down his forehead.

‘When did Mount Hua become so strong?'

Of course, there is no one who doesn't know that Mount Hua was once a sect that fought for the best in the world. But that's possible because Mount Hua's elders and superiors were extremely strong.

He has never heard of Mount Hua's young disciples being so exceptionally strong.

It's crazy up to there...….

Kaang!

Son Myung struck Yoon Jong's sword, clenched his teeth, and swung his sword as if he was cutting his waist.

‘You let your guard down, you little bastard!'

It was that moment.

Kaaang!

His sword, which almost cut off Yoon Jong's waist, is suddenly blocked by a flying sword and bounced off.

Soon after, an irritating voice penetrated his ears.

"No!"

At the same time, Yoon Jong's shoulders shrink.

"That much? You let your guard down that much! After I have warned you so much! Did you put a sword in your ear? How can you not understand what I'm saying?!"

"……."

"That's why I said I'd do it alone! Do you have to! Do you have to! You just cut in and bother people! Aigoo, why me!"

‘That d*mn nag!’

It's Yoon Jong, who is upset but has nothing to say.

The owner of the voice was definitely Chung Myung.

And now he's doing a crazy thing of supporting the other Mount Hua disciples with flying swords in the middle of dealing six people at the same time.

Even if he has ten mouths, he has nothing to say.

Chung Myung helps Yoo Iseol and Baek Chun at the same time by throwing swords here and there.

"I tell you to focus! Concentrate! If you get killed, who's going to clap for you? Ugh! I'd rather die than suffer!" (The raw "집중을 하라고! 집중을! 그러다 뒈지면 누가 박수라도 쳐 주나, 그러다 뒈지면?! 어휴! 진짜 앓느니 죽지!")

Yoon Jong peered at Chung Myung's back.

It's weird.

Despite all the annoying words, the voice seems strangely slightly excited.

'Are you in a good mood?'

That's crazy.

Does it make sense to feel good while fighting for your life?

"Don't think it will happen again!"

That bastard.

But there is nothing wrong with Chung Myung's comments. Yoon Jong quickly blew away the thoughts in his head and focused all his attention on Son Myung.

He’ll think about it later. Now, he has to focus only on knocking down his opponent.

Hong Dae-gwang had no choice but to panic as he saw Mount Hua's disciple pushing their opponents.

"Head Branch, where are we hitting?"

‘No, even if you as me that...….’

Hong Dae-gwang bit his lips and shouted.

"Go! To the place where they're concentrated! Go bite your ankle and hang on!"

"Yes!"

After finishing his word, Hong Dae-gwang jumped to the air and flew to the enemies Chung Myung was dealing with. Hong Dae-gwang, who easily jumped over Chung Myung's head, takes out a baton and hits the enemies.

A voice of exhilaration could be heard from behind him.

"Now even the beggars are interfering. Ha... Really."

‘Let's pretend we didn't hear that.’

As Beggar Union’s disciple joined and began to push, those who blocked Chung Myung slowly retreated.

But one.

Only one was staring at Chung Myung without giving such an eye to such Beggar Union.

Yangtze Black Sword Cho Myung-san.

From beginning to end, he kept his eyes fixed solely on Chung Myung.

He don't know what others think, but he knew.

If Chung Myung cannot be defeated, other battles are meaningless. To survive here, they must somehow bring down that monstrous creature.

"Hmm?"

Chung Myung also looked at Cho Myung-san as if he was intrigued.

'Look at this.' 

It's unusual to come by.

As if there is only one Chung Myung in the world, all the senses of Cho Myung-san are concentrated on Chung Myung.

Looking at the sharp spirit, Chung Myung curled up the corners of his mouth without realizing it.

‘This guy is real.'

Even Mu Jin of Wudang was treated like an idiot by Chung Myung. Such Chung Myung was now responding to the spirit of Cho Myung-san.

Cho Myung-san slowly raises his sword and aims at Chung Myung.

“Cho Myung-san."

"Chung Myung."

No more words were needed.

All that's left is battle.

Cho Myung-san's clothes seemed to swell momentarily, and his body shot forward at a formidable speed.

At the same time, the slash that followed. 

The large sword cladded with clear blue energy strikes Chung Myung. 

Kwaangg!

Chung Myung's body trembled.

Even though it blocked it accurately, he failed to disperse all of the forces contained in it. It was a hard and heavy blow.

Of course, it doesn't end there.

"Hap!"

Cho Myung-san swung his sword one after another with all its might.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! 

Each swing carries tremendous power. There is a huge amount of sword qi that is being infused, and the energy surrounding his sword swelled, making the sword look twice as big.

However, the weight of the sword could not be explained by its energy alone.

Cho Myung-san's tenacity and determination to bet everything on this battle were putting more weight on the sword.

Chung Myung's eyes sink calmly.

‘That's how it should be.’

His wrists are sore and his intestines seem to be twisted. Feeling the heaviness with his whole body, Chung Myung reveals it.

"Uoohh!"

Meanwhile, Cho Myung-san shouted and added speed to his swing. Step and swung, step and swung again.. The ensuing assault was like a blue storm.

A handful. Another handful.

He poured out all the remaining energy in his Dantian, squeezed out every drop of blood left in his body, and hit the opponent over and over again.

Sword Storm.

As a result, even Cho Myung-san could not confirm Chung Myung's appearance. But in the face of that formidable storm, it seemed that nothing could survive.

It was just then.

Something strange comes into Cho Myoung-san's eyes.

'Petal?' 

A red flower petal crept up through the storm of the sword energy.

The floating petals sank again, and then slightly pushed back by the wind created by the sword. Then it flies again against the wind. 

Like the last petals blown away by a typhoon in summer. 

And the petals came up like an illusion and soon sat still on the forehead of  Cho Myung-san.

"……."

Suddenly, Cho Myung-san stopped. 

A moment of silence.

As if the fierce battle up until now had been false, the air surrounding Chung Myung and Cho Myung-san remained calm.

Cho Myung-san looks at Chung Myung quietly.

As if waiting for something.

Chung Myung nodded lightly at such Cho Myung-san.

"It was a good battle."

The view of Cho Myung-san is blurred.

The strength in his legs loosened and all the senses of his body began to fade.

Feeling his body fall to the ground, Cho Myung-san smiled unknowingly.

'I was recognized.'

He died before he could even fall to the floor, but there was a pretty nice smile on his face when he died. 

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