Chapter 508

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 508. You said you'd cut that neck, right? (3)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

"… Rookie?"

The cut face has been indescribably hot.

But it was Chung Myung's one word that angered Seol Chonsang beyond the pain of the wound.

A rookie?

Who said rookie to whom now?

"You... You punk!"

Seol Chonsang, whose eyes were turned upside down, finally threw away his face.

He has always tried to keep his dignity as the leader of the Ice Clan, but that young man's words completely overturned his reason.

In the first place, it was natural because it was hard to maintain reason just to stand in front of this Jungwon man.

In the rage that dyed his eyes white, he let out a boiling rage.

"Haaaat!"

White energy emanated from his hands.

Jjojojok!

The tremendous chill froze even the snow beneath his feet. The energy embracing the chill was released toward the Plum Blossom Sword energy that filled his entire front.

Kwakwakwa!

The scene unfolded as if an avalanche were covering a flower garden.

It was incredibly grand and terrifying that this much energy and swordsmanship came from humans.

Kwaaang!

Soon, flowers and snow were scattered all over the place with a huge explosions.

"Gasp!"

"G- Get away!"

The warriors of the Ice Clan, who had been running to protect the Clan Leader, retreated reflexively, frightened by fragments of the swordsmanship and energy bouncing in all directions.

A little later.

In the place where the shock subsided, Chung Myung with his sword hanging down stared at Seol Chonsang with a cold gaze.

On the other hand, Seol Chonsang, who should have been supremely cold, glared at Chung Myung with burning lava-like anger.

Seol Chonsang slowly scraped through the long wounds on his face.

Every time he felt a throbbing pain, his face contorted like a thug's.

“Did you say it will be over soon?”

The sound of grinding teeth came out like a chirp between the words.

"How dare you!?"

Kung!

His feet stomped on the advance. The frozen ground split with a grinding sound.

"You're going to deal with me only with that skill?"

However, despite the terrifying momentum, Chung Myung's mouth was twisted as if it were ridiculous.

"That's why you're a rookie.”

Of course, from the point of view of Seol Cheon-sang, he has no choice but to say that.

In his eyes, Chung Myung will never be stronger than him. Objectively comparing their martial arts, anyone will give a hand to Seol Chonsang, not Chung Myung.

Seol Chonsang's ability was not insufficient just because he stole the throne of the Ice Clan in a dishonest way. If that were the case, no matter how much he carried Magyo on his back, he would not have been able to dominate the Ice Clan until now.

But.

'That's it.'

It was the biggest mistake made by youngsters. To think that the outcome of the match will be relative to their skills.

“Let me give you one piece of advice in advance.”

Chung Myung spat out while looking at Seol Chonsang as if it was funny.

"It's not a spar."

Then suddenly, Chung Myung's body was shot at Seol Chonsang like lightning.

Kaaang!

Seol Chonsang's fingertips trembled as he blocked the sword right in front of his head.

Gagak. Gagagagak.

His skin, which had become harder than Hancheol, was being cut off even after raising the cold yin energy to the limit.

‘Wha- What the hell is this swordsmanship?

The sword technique and the young swordsman were terrifying, but the momentum was not normal. It was the sharpness that Seol Chonsang experienced for the first time in his life.

Jureuruek.

Blood leaked from the hand that’s pressing the wound towards the white sword blade. And it began to dye the white ground.

"This!"

Seol Chonsang saw this and grabbed the sword rather than pushing it away. No, he tried to grab it.

But just as he was about to give strength, the sword in his hand spun around and cut off his palm before escaping.

Seol Chonsang flinched for a moment.

Was he caught off guard?

Or he expected it?

It isn't that.

Now Chung Myung is one step ahead of what he's going to do. Therefore, the next move cannot come out immediately.

"You bastaaaard!"

Seol Chonsang pulled out the intact left hand all the way back.

But at that moment.

Paaat!

Dozens of sword energy shoot out from Chung Myung's sword turned to Seol Chonsang's left elbow in unison. Seol Chonsang, who did not dare to extend his arms at the momentum, was surprised and stepped back.

But Chung Myung wouldn’t allow the opponent to retreat so easily.

Chung Myung fired like a bird at Seol Chonsang, who was moving away with all his might. The cold eyes without emotion stayed only on the enemy's neck.

Seol Chonsang, who faced the gaze, hardened his face with the eerie feeling of his heart freezing at once.

Swaeaeaek!

Chung Myung, who flew fast, tried to cut Seol Chonsang's foot as he bent halfway forward. Seol Chonsang quickly retrieved his leg, but could not prevent a slight cut on the front of his ankle.

And.

Round and round.

With the same momentum he was running at, Chung Myung, who rotated his body once in the air, carried the recoil and hit Seol Chonsang as it was.

Kwaaang!

It was the same attack as the first one.

But the results were quite different. Seol Chonsang, who lost his center of gravity while stepping back, could not receive the same attack.

Kuung!

His body rolled through the snow.

"Clan Leader-niiiim!"

"N- No, Clan Leader-nim!”

Those who watched the scene from afar were astonished.

Who is Seol Chonsang?

Even before he became the Clan Leader, he had a reputation as the best expert in the North Sea.

Although he was not comparable to the former Clan Leader as he could not learn the exclusive martial arts that only the Clan Leader could learn, he was Seol Chonsang who surpassed the former Clan Leader when it comes to their talent for martial arts.

Now that he had mastered the exclusive martial art of the Clan Leader, he has no shortage to be called the best master of Ice Clan in name and reality.

However, he was now rolling the ground because he was unilaterally pushed back by a young warrior from Jungwon. It was natural for those who followed him to be mesmerized.

"Keuk!"

Seol Chonsang immediately raised himself and was on alert. Chung Myung slowly put his feet down that were about to kick the ground and smiled.

"You're not a fool."

Had he dragged time clumsily, Chung Myung would have rushed in and stabbed his sword in his neck, and Seol Chonsang know that, as he rolled while also correcting his posture.

"…… What the hell are you…….”

Seol Chonsang's eyes were shaking with dismay.

It wasn't a matter of being strong.

His great swordsmanship did not break his energy, nor did it fool him with great speed.

However, whenever he tried to do something, Chung Myung's sword was always one step ahead of him. No matter how good his eyes and senses are, he can't read people's minds. Then how is this possible?

He's stronger. Seol Chonsang is definitely stronger.

So why did he roll over the ground?

Why is that?

"Weak.”

Seol Chonsang's body trembled at Chung Myung's derisive voice.

"This……!"

"I'm not talking to you."

But Chung Myung smiled bitterly with a strangely distorted face.

He felt really complicated.

Had it been the past Chung Myung, it would have taken less than three seconds to decapitate that bastard.

The frustration of not being able to carry out what he knew in his head turned Chung Myung upside down.

Meanwhile.

'Kangho is weak.’

The former Ice Clan Leader was incomparably stronger than that guy.

This was a matter of course.

Just as Mount Hua, who lost all the Second and Third-class disciples, lost their martial art and fell, other places also lost prominent masters who should lead the sect and passed on their martial art.

The survivors desperately restored it, but it would have been impossible to easily and completely restore the scars left by the war with Magyo.

The number of masters may be comparable to the past to some extent, but in terms of quality, it could not be compared to the past.

It's not just the Ice Clan.

The same is true for other sects, including the Tang Family.

Besides, hasn't everyone lived in peace for a while since the war ended?

'It’s funny.'

The peace he created with his life took away their fierceness.

Seureung.

Chung Myung shook his sword lightly and raised it. The sharp tip of the sword was reflected in the sunlight and shone white.

"Keuk!"

If a man who uses a sword and a man who uses a fist (장(掌) /Palm) were to fight, the match will be decided on the distance. Those who use Fist Art will somehow try to narrow the distance from their opponents.

But now the opposite is happening.

Seol Chonsang, who raised his body to the back, shook his hands quickly, judging that it was more dangerous to get close to Chung Myung. White cold yin energy began to flow along his fingertips.

Jjojojok.

The sound penetrated first even before the energy could completely be gathered.

The surroundings froze quickly. The Cold Yin Qigong (음한기공(陰寒氣功)), which the North Sea Ice Clan boasts to the world, was finally starting to show its power.

Seol Chonsang, who gathered his hands in front of his chest, stretched his hands forward with all his might at once.

"Dieeeee!"

As if to freeze everything that touched it, pure white yin energy was fired in front of Chung Myung.

White Ice Divine Palm. (빙백신장(氷白神掌).)

It was the unique martial art of the North Sea Ice Clan, and it was the best martial arts in the Ice Clan, which was famous even in Jungwon.

A chill that seemed to cut flesh swept around.

Anything alive and breathing in front of it seemed to freeze horribly.

However, Chung Myung's eyes did not waver even as he watched the White Ice Divine Palm flying towards him.

Seuseut.

The sword slowly crossed the air. At the end of the white sword, a blood-red sword energy began to shoot out.

The red sword energy drew the shape of plum blossoms.

It was a sight like spring when the ice melted and plum blossoms were blooming in the mountains.

Blossoming Flower (개화(開花).).

It's also the birth of life (태동(胎動)).

No matter how cold the North Sea wind and snow are, plum blossoms will finally give birth to a life after persevering again and again.

Among the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword Technique (이십사수매화검법(二十四手梅花劍法)), the martial art Plum Blossoms in Full Bloom (매화만개(梅花滿開)) were perfectly visible at the edge of Chung Myung's sword.

Even at this moment, the plum blossoms, which were blooming endlessly, were overflowing like a flood of waves.

A massive white avalanche and waves of red plum blossoms hit each other in the air.

Kwaaang!

Chung Myung's body staggered at the loud and deafening sound. In terms of internal strength alone, the Clan Leader were definitely superior.

But instead of stepping down, Chung Myung took a step forward.

Pasasak.

The tremendous pressure tore the hem of his shoulder. The frozen shoulders began to turn blue in an instant due to the coldness of White Ice Divine Palm.

Step.

But Chung Myung's sword didn't stop. The flesh of his shoulders died black and blood flowed out of his nose, but his eyes were shining more brightly than at first.

Step.

One step. And another step.

His steps gradually quickened. As he approached, the pressure grew stronger, and his body screamed louder. But Chung Myung just moved on.

At last.

Paaaat!

His body burrowed right into the middle of the collision between the Plum Blossom Sword and the cold yin qigong.

Sogok! Sogok!

Although Chung Myung had been slashed by the sword technique he had unleashed, he did not blink an eye. Even if the sword energy cut himself and a fragment of the energy hit his back, he rushed in a straight line, spilling blood through his nose and mouth.

"Keuk!"

A suppressed groan escaped from Seol Chonsang’s mouth, who shoot out the energy.

That bizarre swordsmanship was not pushed back by the energy of the White Ice Divine Palm that he had put forth with all his might. A new sword sprang up when it seemed to have been destroyed, and a new sword bloomed in it when it seemed to have been crushed.

'But that's all!'

He is certainly ahead in terms of internal strength.

Sure enough, the Plum Blossom Sword, which had been fiercely resisting, began to be pushed away by his energy.

"You little bastard! That's all you got.….”

It was then.

Paaaat!

A gruesome sound of explosion penetrated his ear. And in the White Ice Divine Palm energy, something red and black shot out like a cannonball.

'What!'

At the unexpected situation, Seol Chonsang was so shocked that his heart sank.

Paaat!

What appeared was Chung Myung, who received the White Ice Divine Palm with his body.

He quickly reached the front of Seol Chonsang and raised his sword like a beam of light.

Sogok!

Blood spurted along the path where the sword moved.

After a while, Seol Chonsang's chest split long from the bottom left to the top right.

"Kkeuk……."

It was obviously a serious injury.

But it didn’t enough brought down Seol Chonsang.

Kwang!

Ignoring the wounds so deep that the bones were exposed,  he shoot energy toward Chung Myung's leg.

Chung Myung's legs faltered and twisted.

Kwang!

Then, once again, Seol Chonsang's right fist, infused with cold yin energy, was lodged in Chung Myung's stomach.

Geugeuk.

Chung Myung's feet, which he had driven into the ground with all his might, were pushed back. At the same time, blood poured out of Chung Myung's mouth.

"Dieeeee!"

It was none other than the right of Chung Myung's shoulder that Seol Chonsang’s last blow, who exerted all his strength, was lodged.

The White Ice Divine Palm struck Chung Myung on the right shoulder.

Chung Myung's body twisted backward. As a result, the sword he held instantly bounced back and flew into the air.

Seol Chonsang's eyes were filled with joy.

If a swordsman loses his sword, it only means death!

'I won...!'

And at that very moment.

Dopssok.

Chung Myung's hand grabbed the center of the blade of the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword that was spinning in the air.

Sogok!

The sharp blade cut relentlessly even toward the owner's hand. But even so, the hand holding the sword blade in reverse (역수(逆手)) was tightened rather tightly.

‘What?’

And.

Kwadeudeuk!

Chung Myung's sword, which was stabbed behind Seol Chonsang’s back, penetrated Seol Chonsang's stomach.

“…….”

A calm voice poured into Seol Chonsang's ears, who was staring blankly at the sword that dug into his stomach.

"On the battlefield……….”

“…….”

"The moment you let your guard down, you'll die, Rookie."

Chung Myung's cold smile was imprinted in the eyes of the collapsing Seol Chonsang.

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