Chapter 592

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 592. You have to lose something to gain something. (1)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

Pareureu.

The edge of his sword trembled pitifully.

The delicate tremors seemed to gradually become violent and soon turned into huge movements as if shaking the world.

Hwaaaak!

With a sound like dry firewood spewing out a huge fire, red flowers spewing from the edge of the sword spread as if staining the pure white parchment.

After a while, the world was filled with fluttering flowers. The bandits' eyes were filled with astonishment at the sight.

'What kind of flower is this!'

It was a truly beautiful and horrifying sight. And soon the petals began to covet blood as if to prove its redness.

Sogok!

Sogok!

Every time the sword energy which flew in the shape of a petal dug into the body, a creepy sound rang out. It was the sound of flesh and bones being cut.

"Aaaak!”

"Argh, my arm! My aaaaarm!”

Paaaat!

A sword protruding through the plum blossoms was inserted into the mouths of the bandits screaming in pain.

Kwadeuk!

The trembling and convulsive body soon sagged and weighed on the sword.

Despite the weight he has experienced countless times, it does not lighten in the slightest.

Chung Myung, drew out his sword and rushed into the center of the bandits, pouring bleak killing intent.

Paaaaat!

Flowers are scattering and blooming.

On the face of Chung Myung, who ruthlessly cut the opponent's heart, there was a hint of discomfort for a moment.

‘Not enough.’

‘It's not like this.’

Originally, his sword was several times sharper and several times more sophisticated than this.

Ever since he was born again, he has never swung a sword as perfectly as he used to. It felt like he was trapped in a cage with his whole body chained.

The more he moved, the more his terrible thirst squeezed and scratched his nerves.

Sogok!

Hot blood splattered on Chung Myung's face. The feeling did not go away even after wiping it with his sleeve, and the blood spread wider.

Faster, stronger.

He wanted to reach the sword he had lost. He wanted to get his hands on it again, as quickly as possible.

The nervousness dulled the edge of his sword. Chung Myung's face, which had been insensitive all the time, slowly distorted at the cramped feeling that kept coming out of him.

"Not enough!"

With twisted emotions, his murderous sword pierced the bandit's body, splitting it and finally tearing it apart.

Blood and flesh poured like rain, but Chung Myung just gritted his teeth out of frustration at his water-soaked, cotton-like body that did not move as he wished.

‘I could not deal with the Bishop alone.’

There are plenty more powerful people in the world. If he had been a little weaker, Chung Myung as well as his group would have died in the North Sea.

If that were the case, the future of Mount Hua would be clear, too.

The world is full of strong people. And one day, true Magyo will descend into this world.

'I need to be stronger. More than now, more than in the past!’

It was the moment when Chung Myung, who grabbed the sword so tightly that his fist was white, was about to rush in.

"Uwaaaaat!"

"Push!"

"Break their head!"

Chung Myung turned his eyes unknowingly to the voices coming from all over the place.

Mount Hua's disciples, who had been overwhelmed by the blood-colored groups' momentum, were now pushing their morale higher than before their appearance.

Jo-Gol, who was at the forefront, wielded a simple sword. The move is very similar to Chung Myung's.

Yoo Iseol, who jumped into the middle of the enemy's formation, was violating his opponent with a near-illusion sword and martial art. Her amazing concentration and obsession with bold yet perfect swords have not changed at all since the first meeting.

While the two pushed their opponents, Yoon Jong and Baek Cheon stood by the Sahyung and helped those in crisis, and encouraged their grit.

And…….

"Amitabha!"

Hye Yeon's energy soared. Here, Chung Myung's mouth, which had been shut tight, was finally loosened.

"Keuk!"

Then a sword of a blood-colored man was lodged in the shoulder of a disciple of Mount Hua. However, instead of shrinking from his injuries, he attacked the blood-colored man with angry eyes.

Plum blossoms have begun to bloom.

It was still not neat, and it was funny to call it plum blossoms, but plum blossoms were still plum blossoms. The essence could not have disappeared just because it was clumsy.

Plum blossoms that were blooming here and there soon turned red. It was like the scene of Mount Hua.

Chung Myung, who was staring blankly, bit his lips.

'They're really a pain in the ass.’

He didn't ask them to follow him, but just by running ahead of them, they clung to him. Even the Sahyung of the past has finally given up following him, but those who are not even close to his toes fearlessly pursue Chung Myung.

"Don't let him do the work alone! We are Mount Hua!"

At Baek Cheon's shout, which was closer to a nagging, Chung Myung clenched his sword with a slightly distorted face.

'Things that don't know the subject.'

‘Who do you think I am?’

'......No, I'm actually the stupid one.’

He can't do everything alone. Hasn't he already painfully experienced that no matter how strong someone is, they can't do anything on their own?

However, whenever blood rushed to his head, he always goes back to the past.

‘What I'm supposed to do now...….’

Chung Myung, who was watching them quietly, suddenly shouted.

"Your back is empty, Jo-Gol you punk!"

"I'm your Sahyung, you madman!"

Chung Myung grinned at Jo-Gol's immediate rebuttal.

‘Yeah, this is what I need to do.’

It is true that those blood-colored people are strong. Of course, Mount Hua Five Sword would be fine, but for the rest of the disciples, the opponent was definitely too much.

But now was not the time to blindly protect them, but the time to trust them.

In order to make plum blossoms bloom properly, they have to get through the cold winter with a fair share of the rain and wind.

"Heueup!"

Chung Myung took a deep breath. Then the usual playful expression came to mind again. He tilted his head while looking at the bandits who were vigilant around him.

"Tsk tsk. This is why they are bandits.”

"This……!"

"There must be some people who let you go if you're that scared, but I'm sorry, cause I'm not."

“…….”

"I'll give you a piece of advice instead.”

The corners of Chung Myung's mouth rolled up.

"If you want to live, run! You bandits!"

Meanwhile, Go Hong was looking at the war with a horribly distorted face.

"Why can't you take care of one of those punks properly!"

Blood-colored people are now stuck in Mount Hua's defense and not performing well. Obviously, their power is much higher, but Mount Hua’s disciples, who are united shoulder to shoulder, were fighting incredibly.

In addition, even if they barely broke one side, some of the people who stood out in particular came to save like a ghost and it went to nothing.

"Keuaak!"

"Argh!"

As a result, more and more blood-colored people fell down. Mount Hua’s disciples, on the other hand, were avoiding the situation of losing their lives by backing away from the formation before they were injured and spread to fatal wounds.

That's why only his side has their number reduced.

Besides, there was a guy who was more of a problem than anything else.

"How dare you bandits stare at me! I'll pull out your eyes!"

Looking at Chung Myung running like a beast among the Daebyeolchae bandits, Go Hong turned his stomach upside down and turned his eyes.

'That dog-like bastard!'

The whole problem started with him.

From that guy.

"Cha- Chaeju! The situation is...….”

"Shut up!"

He came up again and kicked out Li Jeongbang while spouting something offensive. And he threw a roar with guan dao in one hand and a long spear in the other.

"Get out of my way, you worthless bastards!"

Hearing a voice resembling a howl of a bear, the bandits panicked and retreated left and right to open the way. Then the road opened wide between Go Hong and Chung Myung who were running wild in the front.

Chung Myung cut through the bandits, straightened his back, and stared at Go Hong across from him.

Go Hong opened his mouth first.

“Young man runs rampant without knowing the heavens and the earth.”

"Are you bragging that you’re old, you bastard?"

"… What?"

In an unexpected counterattack, Go Hong snapped and grabbed the long spear with a brittle face. Then, he twisted his upper body completely and threw the spear as if the rubber were going back to its place.

"Heeeuuaaaap!"

Kwaaaa!

The long spear rotated fiercely, exuding tremendous momentum. When Chung Myung saw the spear shooting like a cannonball, his eyes opened wide.

Kwagagak!

Soon after, the swung Plum Blossom sword hit the front of the long spear. However, the power transferred at the moment the sword and the long spear collided exceeded Chung Myung's expectations.

Kagang!

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword bounced off without overcoming the power in the long spear. Chung Myung gritted his teeth and quickly bent his waist to the side.

Kwaaaa!

The long spear, which had formidable energy contained, narrowly grazed Chung Myung's shoulder. The energy wrapped around the long spear tore his shoulders and cheeks of clothes roughly.

Kwaaaang!

Soon, the long spear, stuck behind Chung Myung, turned the ground upside down once and burst with a bang.

“…….”

Chung Myung raised his hand and brushed his cheek lightly. Blood was streaming from the torn skin.

"Heum."

Chung Myung, who licked the blood off his fingertips, laughed.

“This is bigger than I thought?”

He forgot for a moment.

The Nokrim bandits may be out of control, but the Chaeju are by no means easygoing. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the Chaeju of the Daebyeolchae, which boasts extraordinary power among the Seventy-Two Stronghold of Nokrim, is the best Stronghold.

Grabbing the guan dao, Go Hong strode over to Chung Myung.

Kung! Kung!

It felt like the entire mountain was vibrating with each step.

"A guy who doesn't even know the subject!"

There was a ferocious killing intent in his eyes.

"I'll make you pay the price you dare to mess with in front of me! I'll let you know why I'm called Mad Ox Sword!

"Oh, really?"

Chung Myung roughly brushed the blood off his hand.

"My my, with all your bragging, people without a Kangho alias must be so sad."

The corners of his mouth rolled up.

"Well, that's fine."

He raised his sword and aimed at Go Hong.

“If I cut off the Mad Ox’s head, won’t I get a proper one too instead of the strange nickname of Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

"This guy!"

"Then come. I'll cut that head nicely."

"I'll kill you!"

As if to not be overshadowed by his title Mad Ox Sword, Go Hong ran straight at Chung Myung with a truly brutal momentum.

Round and round.

Chung Myung, who turned his sword around, smiled with excitement and ran at such Go Hong.

"Heeeuaaaat!"

"Euaaaappp!"

Go Hong's guan dao was struck. With a force that could split the great mountain.

In response, Chung Myung's Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword pierced the air with explosive sword energy.

Soon after, two weapons, a sword, and a guan dao, collided with each other in the air.

Kwaaaaaaang!

With the sound of a huge mountain collapsing, enormous wind pressure rose like a storm around the two men and began to sweep everywhere.

"Aaaaaakh!"

"Euuaaaaaaa!"

Bandits swept away by the storm of energy screamed and bounced off over the mountain cliff.

Geugeugeuk!

The two men, who matched swords and provinces, pushed each other away by raising their history as much as they could.

Udeuk! Udeudeudeuk!

The muscles in his arms burst open from complaining of pain and his bones twisted. However, Chung Myung pushed the sword even harder without backing down in the slightest.

"Euu……."

Go Hong also clenched his teeth and pressed his guan dao harder, as if perplexed by the unexpected power.

Gagagak!

A spark sprang up between the two weapons.

Then the two's upper bodies gradually tilted towards their opponents. After a contest of strength, when the weapon finally went down to the chest, the two men's heads clashed hard..

Kuung!

There was a loud, dull explosion that was too loud to be a head-to-head collisions.

Power vs Power.

As if they don't need any technique, both only press down on the opponent with their strength. The two of them roared like beasts with their foreheads facing each other.

Blood dripping from the broken forehead and soaked the face, but neither of them tried to back down first.

"Heuaaap!"

"Uooooo!"

Kuuung!

In the end, a huge shockwave created by internal forces colliding with each other pushed the two bodies back.

Kuung!

Kwadang!

At the same time, the two who fell down as they were pushed back, jumped up and shot back at the opponent.

The sword that cuts through the sky and the dao that breaks the ground once again collided once again beneath the heavens and above the earth.

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