Chapter 509

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 509. You said you'd cut that neck, right? (4)

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"You little leech!"

Yi Byeok (이벽(李闢)), the Elder of the Ice Clan, shouted angrily.

However, the one who blocked his front did not show any reaction. He just silently swung his sword and tied Yi Byeok's feet.

"Euuaaaatt!"

Energy emanated from Yi Byeok's hand.

It was a truly brutal sight, but from the perspective of the opponent, it was just a wild and reckless technique.

It couldn't have been difficult to deal with.

"This little bastard of Jungwon!"

Back Cheon, who swung his sword once to hit the fist, looked at Yi Byeok with dark eyes.

'He's no match for Elder Yo.’

He was nervous since the opponent was the Elder of the Ice Clan, but this guy is less than half as good as Yosa Hon. No, the word Elder was even meaningless.

An Elders of a sect he has seen so far have not been this weak. Compared to Seol Chonsang who is now spouting terrifying martial arts, their moves were neither sharp nor sophisticated.

'This is what happens to those who have not polished themselves by clinging to power.’

Of course, these people are stronger than the current Baek Cheon.

But…….

"This side is already tired of holding on to the strong guy's pants."

Baek Cheon shouted and threw sword energy toward Yi Byeok.

Of course, there is a desire to overwhelm the opponent with dazzling swords technique. He's also a sword warrior. But Baek Cheon knew too well what his role is now.

To believe and endure.

Holding and dragging the opponent’s ankle so that no one can interfere with what Chung Myung is trying to do.

That was enough for him.

Baek Cheon calmed down his restless heart.

"Foolish bastard! What difference do you think this will make?"

He did not react as if he could not hear Yi Byeok’s continuous shouts. He concentrated all of his energy on the edge of his sword to answer those nonsensical words.

‘I'll never miss it.’

If he does what he has to do, Chung Myung will somehow do the rest.

If someone gets hurt or dies because he doesn't play his role properly, Baek Cheon will never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

So he had to concentrate.

He sharpened his senses. Endlessly thin and endlessly sharp. Enough to break when someone touches it.

At the same time as dealing with this Yi Byeok, he has to look at the other Sahyung.

‘Samae?’

As he turned his eyes slightly, he could see Yoo Iseol persistently holding the Elder of the Ice Clan down.

He shuddered slightly at the momentary shock.

He felt a terrible concentration just by glancing at her. It looked like no one could shake Yoo Iseol. Baek Cheon also made up his mind, but it felt lukewarm compared to her.

On the other side, Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong were driving their opponents with fearsome momentum.

Kagak! Kagagak!

Even though it is two swords, they are heatedly engaged like twin swords used by one person.

Baek Cheon nodded slightly.

Why wouldn't Jo-Gol or Yoon Jong want to deal with the enemy alone? Just as Baek Cheon now wants to push his opponent to the full, they'll also want to stand alone. They may want to test their capabilities to the limit.

But they are suppressing that urge and finding the best they can.

'Heavy.'

It wasn't only pleasant to have a good Samae and Sajil. Every time they showed such a great appearance, his shoulders became even heavier.

But Baek Cheon was never weighed down by that weight.

Growth is what you get through in the end. Without pressure, there is no growth. They were the driving force that pushed him forward.

"Amitabha!"

Kwaaaang!

Hearing the sound of Hye Yeon's fist, which he had grown very accustomed to, he jumped forward. Perhaps Tang So-so is now by Hye Yeon's side throwing the Secret Weapons she brought.

'She must be frustrated.'

She can't fight with swords like any of Mount Hua's disciples.

'It's fine. You'll be stronger, too.’

Baek Cheon now stared at Yi Byeok with concentration enough to frighten the opponent.

Yi Byeok's spine went cold.

‘What the hell are these guys?’

Isn't they just a bunch of kids? A fool who was only old enough to be a new member of the Ice Clan's armed forces.

But their skills and concentration completely crushed Yi Byeok’s common sense. He doesn't understand how they can be this skilled at this young age.

‘Is this what all Jungwon kids are like?’

‘Or are these Mount Hua guys just special?’

‘D*mn it.’

Things were getting worse. Morale once lost is not easily restored. On the other hand, the Rebel Force led by Yosa Hon was raising their morale even at this moment.

Of course.

Why won't the morale of those who are pushing their opponents beyond their skills rise?

'It can't go on like this!'

At this rate, it was clear that even if they won, the damage would be too great. They had to counter-attack as soon as possible...….

But at that very moment.

"Clan Leader-niiiiim!"

"Argh! Clan Leader-nim!"

A desperate scream pierced his ears. The contemplating Yi Byeok looked back reflexively.

And.

An unbelievable sight came into view.

"Cough……."

A stream of blood flowed from his mouth.

The sword that pierced the pit of the stomach stirred the intestines, causing the blood to flow backward through the esophagus.

"Cough."

Coughing and vomiting blood, Seol Chonsang looked at the sword stuck in his stomach.

Jureuruk.

Red blood flowed down the blade.

This was Chung Myung's blood, not his. Blood from Chung Myung's hand, who grabbed the blade with his bare hands, flows into Seol Chonsang's stomach through the sword.

'... Are you out of your mind?'

That was such a great sword that it even cut off his hand, which was wrapped in the cold yin qigong. No matter how much internal strength is put into it, there's nothing strange if his finger is cut off in an instant.

However, at the urgent moment of each other's lives and death, he grabbed the sword blade with his bare hands and penetrated Seol Chonsang’s stomach.

"Ugh……."

The mental shock was greater than the pain of the stomach being pierced.

"Heuuak!"

Seol Chonsang, who gathered all his last strength, grabbed the sword, pulled it out of his stomach, and threw it away. Red blood gushed through the knees that touched the snow field.

He leaned back as he was. His fingers were cut off by the sharp blades, and his back was stuck in the snow, but he felt no pain or coldness.

He turned over his body even as he bleeding. As if crawling or rolling, he scratched the ground and forced himself to stand up.

The legs wobbled, and the whole body was trembling. His eyes became dizzy moment by moment, and he repeated to lose consciousness and then come back.

But even in the midst of that, he saw clearly.

Chung Myung is looking straight at his side while holding the sword.

"…… How come?"

Seol Chonsang, who had blood in his mouth, muttered.

He couldn't bear to collapse without solving this problem.

"Why... Why would I…. To someone like you……."

"Ptoo."

Chung Myung spat blood out of his mouth and wiped his nose and mouth with his hands.

"Because you’re weak."

“…….”

"The reason is simple. Because you're weak.”

Seol Chonsang's face is horribly distorted.

"I'm…… I'm weak?"

"Yeah."

Chung Myung spoke coldly without giving any room.

"You’ve never fought the previous Great Clan Leader with your own strength when he was around."

“…….”

"You borrowed someone else's hand to get to your current place. In the end, you've never fought for your life."

Blood-soaked Chung Myung's teeth were revealed.

"That's why you're a brat."

"Huu……."

A dejected laugh escaped out of Seol Chonsang's mouth.

"I'm... I'm a brat? Me? Hahahahat! Me?”

Bloody tears flowed from his bloodshot eyes.

“What do you guys know! You guys! What do you people who have lived in the comfortable Jungwon know! In order to survive in this barren land, we have no choice but to take from each other! By all means! What do you know about that….”

Paaat!

At that moment, Chung Myung's body brushed past Seol Chonsang like a beam of light.

“…….”

Seol Chonsang, who stopped his words, looked up at the sky with a blank face.

"I'm not wrong…….”

Soon, a red line formed on his neck.

At first, it looked like a faint line, but it gradually became clearer, and after a while, Seol Chonsang's neck slowly cut off and fell to the side.

Chung Myung, who saw the scene, opened his mouth softly.

"Neck, told you I'll cut it, right?”

‘No, did I say he won’t find out even when his throat was cut off?’

'Whatever.'

Because the dead won't feel anything anymore.

A throbbing pain.

The terrible pain began to pour in belatedly.

It was a very short fight, but that's why it was even more intense. Indescribable pain erupted from the wounds cut by sword blades and hit by the opponent’s energy.

'I'm weak.'

He shouldn’t have gambled this much against a guy like that. If the match had been a little longer, it would have been Chung Myung, not that bastard, who is now on the ground.

But he won.

There's only one difference.

The point is that Seol Chonsang has never risked his life to fight, and Chung Myung has risked his life to fight. The difference in experience determined life and death.

Step. Step.

Walking, Chung Myung picked up Seol Chonsang's head on the ground.

Perhaps he didn't believe this situation until the moment he died, Seol Chonsang couldn't close his eyes until the end.

Chung Myung looked around, grabbing the head.

"The Clan Leader...….”

"The- The Clan Leader-nim..."

The warriors of the Ice Clan looked alternately at the Clan Leader’s necks and Chung Myung's with a mixture of astonishment and fear.

For them, who had never imagined that Seol Chonsang would be defeated, this scene was a shock.

Jureureuk.

Chung Myung, who casually wiped the blood from his nose, looked at the battlefield. Silence quickly spread on the battlefield where blood and death were raging.

Even those who had been fighting like crazy stopped their bodies in surprise at the creepy silence felt behind them. The battlefield, which had been raging, soon became silent as if it had been splashed with water.

Mount Hua's disciples shuddered at the sight. At this moment, everyone in the battlefield was looking only at Chung Myung.

A place where his reputation does not work.

A place where he can't fight with a lot of men.

In such harsh circumstances, Chung Myung completely dominated this battlefield with only his sword.

Chung Myung threw the head (수급(首級)) in his hand forward.

Everyone's gaze followed the head rolling on the ground, then slowly stopped according to the movement. When the gaze, which had been fixed for a while, turned to Chung Myung again, many emotions were swirling in it.

"The war is over."

A firm, a cold voice came out of Chung Myung's mouth.

"The Clan Leader is dead."

“…….”

"Those who want to fight more meaninglessly, come forward. I'll deal with you."

Chung Myung's whole body staring at the Ice Clan people was soaked with blood. Far from coming forward, they couldn't even make eye contact with Chung Myung.

Once Seol Chonsang was decapitated, the fight was no longer meaningful. Now, only Seol So-baek can get to the position of Clan Leader.

The moment they lost Seol Chonsang, their war was over.

The battle that determined the fate of the Ice Clan was so vainly concluded by the hand of a stranger, not by them, but from a far-off Jungwon people.

Chung Myung's gaze focused on one place.

Flinch.

Yosa Horn, who met his eyes, calmed his pounding heart and took a deep breath.  Then he shouted out loud in a slightly trembling voice.

"Drop your weapon! Those who surrender will not be punished!"

A moment of hesitation enveloped the crowd.

Then Yosa Hon drove a wedge toward them.

"Are you going to resist until the end even though the new Clan Leader is watching?"

When the thunderbolt-like scream erupted, everyone's eyes turned to Seol So-baek, who Han Yi-myung protected.

Although his face turned white, the moment they saw the child standing there somehow, their body drained of energy.

Chaeng.

Chaeng.

The weapons fell to the ground one by one.

Thud.

Thud. Thud.

And the warriors of the Ice Clan, who were resisting, knelt on the spot all at once.

Chung Myung, who watched the scene silently, spits blood from his mouth again and smiled.

"How bland."

But it's okay.

From now on, the enemy he has to deal with won't be this bland.

Chung Myung's gaze reached the setting sun in the distance.

Darkness comes when the sun sets.

And in that darkness, he will now have to deal with those he was more familiar with.

‘Now it's your turn.’

Chung Myung's mouth, which recalls Magyo, was cruelly twisted.

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