Chapter 155

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 155. Let me tell you what true heartlessness is (5)

The place was filled with silence.

"……."

Great Axe was speechless.

Even he couldn't guarantee an easy win over the Great Sword. No, he would have risked his life if he had competed against him.

But a child standing in front of him killed the Great Sword like a bug.

The sense of reality disappears momentarily.

Losing touch with reality on a battlefield that kills each other should never happen.

However, it also makes no sense to believe the series of events that have taken place in front of his eyes.

"Well...."

Mo Huai opens his mouth as if he is trying to say something and closes his mouth again.

To say that there is nothing to say is used at times like this.

The neck of Great Sword on the ground still glares incredibly. The expression accurately expresses the current situation. It even represents everyone's feelings here.

Squeeze.

The hand of Cho Myung-san, who grabbed his weapon, tightens.

'As expected.'

It's incomprehensible, but his sense was accurate.

That guy is by no means a scoundrel.

It's better to be careful. (The raw is 차라리 살귀(殺鬼).)

It’s not about being strong or not.

It was clear that he had fought countless battles, and in the process, he built a river of blood and a mountain of bodies.

Rather, if he showed a ferocious vigor or wildness like a beast, Cho Myung-san would have assumed different.

But now that he has seen what's in front of him, he can only be sure.

He cuts a person's neck naturally as if he were picking leaves from a branch. Which means he's...….

'Used to murder.'

Cho Myung-san swallowed dry saliva.

‘Maybe this could be my grave.'

After realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat, Cho Myung-san finally made up his mind and got up.

"Let's work together."

"……."

"What... what did you say?"

"I said let's work together."

Those around him took their eyes off Chung Myung and looked at Cho Myung-san. Their eyes were filled with dismay and anger.

"Did you just say that we should work together against that little guy now?" 

"You'd better shut up. Age doesn't mean anything in Murim. What matters is strength. And he's an absolute powerhouse. He also……."

Cho Myung-san closed its mouth.

There's no point.

No matter how much he explains it, there is no way to make them understand how familiar that bastard is with murder. Because it's not a matter of logic, it's a matter of sense.

How can he explain to them the sound of one sense? 

"Anyway, if we don't join forces, we're all dead."

It was a ridiculous statement.

But everyone here knows that the nonsense is not false.

They are all people who have rolled as hard as they can in Murim. If they could not grasp the opponent's strength even after seeing the fight, they would not have survived until now.

'Not a single breath was disturbed.' 

Not a bit of disturbance exist until the Great Sword was decapitated. Therefore, it means that there is a difference more than what is seen in the ability of Great Sword and Chung Myung.

If Chung Myung had decided to use his strength properly without conserving his physical strength, their neck might also fly off along with Great Sword.

At least the remaining people were able to grasp the situation to that extent.

"How can he be such a yaksha...…."

Shandong Quick Sword Son Myung gave a low moan.

He doesn't have the ability to pinpoint exactly what's great, but it's clear that the little guy's abilities have reached a level that they wouldn't even dare to touch. 

Son Myung bit his lips.

"Let's work together."

"……."

Everyone remained silent at Son Myung's words.

"Something like pride, you can only protect it if you live. And who knows that we've joined forces here?"

If it were known to the world that they had worked together against young Mount Hua's disciples, even if they survived, they would be laughed at.

For a martial artist, ridicule is the last thing to tolerate.

But this is an underground cave with no eyes to witness.

If they keep their mouths shut, who knows how and who killed Chung Myung?

The worries were short and the judgment was quick. 

Those who actively sympathized stepped forward without saying a word, and those who were passive did not back out. Regardless of working together or not, whatever it takes, Chung Myung must be killed so they can survive.

Chung Myung's eyes subside darkly as he sees those staring at him with a completely changed momentum.

Is he angry?

No way.

They think Chung Myung was angry at the corpse, but he wasn't particularly angry. Rather, he agrees with them.

The fact that he entered Sword Tomb with a weapon means that he was ready to die here. It is meaningless to distinguish between right and wrong in the way of killing people when they are thrown into a place to kill each other.

Hong Dae-gwang did not seem to think so, but it was natural for Chung Myung, who experienced a hellish war in which they could not kill each other in spite of evil and both ended up destructed. (Yangpae concept here again. )

He has seen a more terrifying sight than this countless times.

The anger that seemed to pierce flesh and the passion that seemed to burst heart were worthless on the battlefield. 

The reason he killed Great Sword was very simple.

Because the Great Sword tried to kill him.

Since he came to life in this body, Chung Myung has never been on the battlefield. A strike like children's pranks, or duel were they holding back cannot be called a battlefield.  (The raw is 어린아이 장난 같은 공격이나, 서로 점잔을 빼 가며 싸우는 비무 같은 걸 전장이라 할 수는 없으니까.)

A battlefield can only be called a battlefield if it is filled with the malice to kill the opponent even if one arm falls off. 

And in the battlefield, one should not have a situation in one's hands. (The raw is 그리고 전장에 선 이는 손속에 사정을 둬서는 안 된다.)

It's just that. 

That was what Chung Myung realized during the long war.

Again.

Red blood fell to the ground on his plum sword.

Chung Myung looked at them with cold faces as they crept up with their weapons.

Nine in total.

Kills all nine while preserving as much physical strength as possible.

"Damn, I can't even call you a kid." 

The powerful Mo Huai took the lead with its face distorted. Then his axe, standing in blue color, stretched out.

"Take it as a honor. If you hadn't been so strong, we'd never have joined forces."

Chung Myung stared at Mo Huai and opened his mouth low.

"If you're done talking, go ahead."

"……."

Mo Huai clenched its teeth.

It’s shameful.

But Mo Huai knows. Even if it’s a shame, life is a thousand times better than death while protecting pride.

Moreover, this is a place where no one recognizes him no matter how I die. In such a place, pride was not worth a penny.

"I'll acknowledge your guts at least. Even if you die here, I will leave the name of Mount Hua in the world." 

Meanwhile, Chung Myung was coldly grasping the opponent's strength.

Working together against him?

He has no intention of criticizing.

The fundamental of the old-fashioned Murim are ashamed of being united, but that's not funny. Does that mean they want someone to go one by one and die when the opponents are stronger?

This is not a game.

There is no such thing as a way to die and kill. Whether it's poison, trick, or drooling while grabbing one pant, anything is allowed to survive. 

But some people didn't seem to think so.

“It’s not just one or two people, but nine people are working together against someone younger than them. It looks like you have to have a thicker face than you think to survive in a stronghold.”

Thud. Thud.

One person walked slowly and filled the spot next to Chung Myung.

Chung Myung turns his eyes and looks at him.

Baek Chun.

He stood by with a faint smile.

Perhaps it was to help Chung Myung.

Chung Myung's response to his Sahyung's cordial behavior was very simple.

"What, you are disturbing me. Get out of way."

"……I must help you with this……."

Baek Chun sighed. Then ignoring Chung Myung's words, he drew his sword and point it forward.

"Hold it in there even if it bothers you."

"……Huh?"

"I am your Sasuk, and I am Sahyung. What kind of Sasuk that only watch his Sajil fight for his life?"

‘No, I'm saying it's fine.’

‘You're disturbing me.’

"You're right. Sasuk."

Perhaps impressed by the words, Yoon Jong quickly approached and stood on the other side of Chung Myung.

"Sajil is fighting for his life, but it is impossible for us, Sahyungs, to just watch."

"……."

"Uh, I agree with that."

Jo-Gol.

"Let's fight together."

Yoo Iseol.

Chung Myung sighed as he looked at Mount Hua's disciple who filled his left and right sides.

‘Anyway, this is why young people are....’

Seeing them rush to fight together without knowing what kind of situation this is, he gets annoyed. 

"Then you’ll have to cut arms and neck off. You think it’s easy?"

"I know it's not easy."

Baek Chun whispered coldly.

"But if we keep hiding behind your back just because the opponent is strong, we'll end up watching you fight forever. It may be disturbing now, but if we fight like this, we will be able to support you one day."

"……."

"If you want to push us away, just beat us down. If I die, I die. I can never just watch."

Chung Myung sighed deeply.

But...

'This man is saying the right thing.' 

Chung Myung knows that Baek Chun's words are not wrong. In order to grow up, you have to go through a real battle. The more dangerous the battle is, the greater the scope of growth.

In other words, for the growth of the Mount Hua sect, it is necessary to leave it to them even if it is possible for Chung Myung to solve it.

‘I know it in my head.'

How should he say this? 

Although Chung Myung never raised a child, he seems to be able to understand a little bit that it is a parent's heart. Obviously, he knows that they can grow only when he throws them into a rough spot, but if it looks a little dangerous, he’ll step up first.

Chung Myung, who secretly looked at his brother disciples around him, puffed out his mouth sullenly.

"I'm not going to help you if you’re going to die."

"That’s what I hoped for."

"I didn't think you’ll help me in the first place! Once in a while, you overestimate your personality!" 

"Let me see Jo-Gol Sahyung separately later."

"……Huh?"

Others looked at Jo-Gol with sad eyes.

He always crosses the line when he's drunk.

Soon, Chung Myung looked forward and gave strength to the hand holding the sword.

How should he say it?

'It’s a weird feeling.'

It is not reliable at all. He feels like his luggage has increased.

But...

- Let's go, Sahyung!

- Let's go, Sajil! Let's show them the power of Mount Hua.

- Please leave some for me this time, Chung Myung Sahyung!

Chung Myung lowered his head slightly.

It's weird.

It's really weird. 

It's not reliable at all...….

Besides, Mount Hua at that time no longer exists. 

No matter how hard he tries, it'll never come back.

But...

Chung Myung bit his lips and shouted.

"Let's go! Break their heads!"

"Taaah!"

"Haaah!"

Sahyungs shouted and ran forward.

Running at the same pace with them, Chung Myung bites his lips.

‘Sahyung. Jangmun Sahyung.’

‘My Mount Hua sect...….’

‘It's here, too.’

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