Chapter 709

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 709. I have to check (4)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

"Come quickly!"

"…Hngg."

A man who was told off ran to the wall, sweating profusely.

The man's appearance was quite strange, wearing rags that made him look like a beggar, but his body was large. The beggar whose body shape looked like he would roll around if pushed slightly clung to the wall while continuously wiping his pouring sweat with a dirty towel.

"Heok! Heok! I... I don't like running..."

"Ei!"

The beggars glared annoyed at his complaint. But that was it; no one could scold the fat beggar any further.

"What-… what, heokk, what happened?"

"See for yourself!"

When the beggars coldly shouted, the fat beggar let out a deep sigh.

"If only Hong Dae-gwang didn't scold me so much, I wouldn't have to suffer like this…"

"That yangban and us is of the same knot (결(結)/rank) anyway, why’s he acting like this!"

"Don't even talk about it, you bastards...…. Even if we're of the same knot and the same Buntaju, that yangban is in a central position. If we refuse his request now and later that yangban becomes Union Leader, how will we handle the consequences?"

The man's eyes drooped.

"I'd become half my current size if he didn't let it go, won’t I."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up. You have to see this."

"Alright, alright!"

The huge beggar, Wang Dok (왕덕(王德)), let out a deep sigh and, contrary to his large body, leaped up lightly with nimble movements.

Sitting on the wall, he peeked inside and flinched.

"…What's going on here? All these kids using swords are sword masters."

"It's not just that. Take a good look. Almost nobody died. They're subduing without killing."

Wang Dok's face, which was trembling, hardened. His sweaty, exaggerated sighing expression disappeared, and his fat-chinned face began to tremble slightly.

"That…"

As he tried to say something, he closed his mouth for a moment and swallowed his saliva.

His small, button-like eyes fixed on Chung Myung, who was swinging his sword in a fight, and more specifically, on those fighting against him.

"…The hell, Myriad Man Manor really is here. I was just wondering if the Iron Spear Manor had invited a guest from Myriad Man Manor."

Although he had sent many beggars to check the facts, even the beggar of Beggar Union couldn't confirm the situation inside Iron Spear Manor.

No matter how great Beggar Union was, there was no way to figure out if the person who arrived without any sound hid inside. It's not like they have eyes on the sky.

"Are you sure it’s Myriad Man Manor?"

"The one using the palm is a martial artist from Myriad Man Manor, Heo Hyeong (허형(許衡)). They say his palm power can break mountains and cut rivers."

"Heo Hyeong the Single Red Palm?"

"Yeah."

Listening to Wang Dok, the beggar stared at the expert from Myriad Man Manor using the palm martial art.

'Single Red Palm...'

Single Red Palm, titled so because the world turns red with his one palm. He is a famous expert, even recognized within Myriad Man Manor expert.

In a typical sect, those who hold the position of Daeju are stronger than those who do not have a position. But Myriad Man Manor is Evil Sect. Countless people are just gathered under the name of Paegun.

Therefore, although Daeju is more famous externally, it doesn't mean that those without a position or specific affiliation are weaker than Daeju. Single Red Palm was one of those people.

'Such a person...'

At that time, a person stumbled out of the fallen wreckage. As soon as Wang Dok saw him covered in dust, an uncontrollable groan escaped from his mouth.

"…Great Spirit Blade (거령도(巨靈刀)) Mak Wi (막위(莫威))."

"Ma- Mak Wi? That man?"

"...If my eyes are not mistaken. To think Mak Wi and Heo Hyeong is here, what the hell is Paegun planning?”

It was a common occurrence in the past Myriad Man Manor.

Myriad Man Manor did everything they could to expand its power. Not only did they build their own power and start a war, but they also did not hesitate to send their masters for money and use them as mercenaries.

However, since Myriad Man Manor became known as Five Great Evil Sect and gained their own fame, they have rarely sent their masters to the outside world.….

"N- No, wait a minute."

Heuk Hwan-gae, Vice Buntaju of Nanchang, was surprised and asked.

"Are those two Mak Wi and Heo Hyeong?"

"You heard me, what else do you want to ask?"

"So, the person who was kicked by the young man and slammed just now is Mak Wi the Great Spirit Blade?"

"...What? Sla- Slammed?"

Wang Dok's gaze flew to a man's back that had been struck. His pupils trembled.

It wasn't difficult to judge who was winning just by looking at the distorted faces of Heo Hyeong and the powerless expression of Mak Wi.

Wang Dok, who reassessed the situation, groaned.

"...Could it be that those unbelievable rumors about Mount Hua Divine Dragon were actually an understatement?"

Wang Dok, who had been laughing absurdly, suddenly turned his head.

"Check again with the beggar brats! If something goes wrong and the bastard escaped, something terrible will happen."

"...Terrible?"

"Damn it! His skills are greater than the rumors. Is there any guarantee that his personality won’t be worse than the rumors?"

“…….”

Recalling rumors about the Mount Hua Divine Dragon that’s spreading within Beggar Union, Heuk Hwan-gae quickly nodded with a white face.

"I'll be back after checking."

Wang Dok didn't reply and only kept an eye on Chung Myung.

".... I might really get reduced to half my current size….."

A sad voice leaked from his mouth.

"This…… this…… This pwunk..….”

Great Spirit Blade Mak Wi touched his chin with trembling hands.

It seemed that the chin that was kicked had been crushed. Every time he tried to force out words, the broken teeth spilled out of his mouth with a thud.

"Cough!"

Blood was also flowing from the tongue with the tip cut off. Spit, blood, and flesh mixed together as a bloody lump was spat out by Great Spirit Dao Mak Wi, and his eyes were filled with rage.

"You… You son of a beast ….”

Naturally, his body was not normal. It was amazing that he had blocked the strong palm strike of One Red Palm Heo Hyeong, and on top of that, he had been hit so hard that his chin was crushed and he crashed into the pavilion. Of course, his legs were shaking, and the energy of his whole body was reversed, as if his whole body was burning.

But the pain felt in the body was nothing. The rage of being kicked and ridiculed by a child of the Righteous Faction who had not even lived half of his life was so enormous that it easily suppressed all the pain.

However,

"What?"

Despite the momentum and anger that was exuded could make even a decent expert wet himself, Chung Myung remained calm.

"Speak clearly. I can't understand what you're saying."

"Euuaaaak!"

The furious Mak Wi charged with his eyes bulging. No, he tried to charge. At that moment, Heo Hyeong shouted angrily.

"Calm down, Mak Wi! If you rush in...….”

However, when he raised his voice, he paused and closed his mouth unknowingly.

What would happen if he charged in?

What was he about to say after that?

'Damn it.'

You’ll die. Yes, That’s what he was about to say.

The person in front of them right now is not inferior to them. No, he is an absolute master whose victory cannot be guaranteed even if they cooperate perfectly.

If he carelessly charged in, he would die. Not letting those words slip out of his mouth was Heo Hyeong's last pride. And fortunately, Mak Wi seemed to understand as if he had heard it through his ears.

"This……."

Gagagagak!

The blade he was holding backward scraped the ground roughly.

"Be calm. The opponent is strong. He's not an opponent we can beat while being emotional."

Heo Hyeong licked his dry, cracked lips.

‘To think that this was what it meant when they say Paegun’s watching him closely.’

Considering his age, it was natural to think that Paegun was interested in his future potential. However, Chung Myung, who they faced in person, was a person whose future need not be discussed.

What's the point of discussing such a man's future when he has the ability to stab his sword in their throat right now? Even getting out of this place alive right now doesn’t seem like an easy task.

There's no way the rubbish gathering behind his back can help them. They seemed to be struggling just to deal with the people that Mount Hua Divine Dragon brought.

No... Even if they had a leeway, what help could such people provide?

In the end, he and Mak Wi, the two of them, had to face that monster.

Heo Hyung licked his lips once again and whispered softly.

"He may be skilled, but he's still young. He must be lacking experience... First, let's stay ca-..."

It was just that moment.

Chung Myung's body, which was watching them relaxed with its center of gravity pulled back, stretched like taffy. It means that he moved at an unbelievable speed, so much that it looked like that even to Heo Hyeong's trained eyes.

"Heok!"

Startled, Heo Hyeong quickly tried to pull his body back. But Chung Myung was much faster than his eyes and his expectations. Feeling Chung Myung just around the corner, Heo Hyung suddenly stretched his palm to the front.

Hwaaak!

But the hasty strike couldn't have proper sophistication. Although the speed of the release was fast, the end was dull.

There's no way Heo Hyeong doesn't know that either.

"Taaaaap!"

Lack of sophistication can be overcome by means of numbers. Every time his arms were frantically swung, the palm energy was emitted one after another.

Rather than an attack to defeat the opponent, it was more like an attempt to escape and block the opponent immediately.

It was the very moment when Heo Hyeong, who filled all the places where his eyes could see with palm energy, hurriedly flew back and tried to escape from the opponent.

Puk!

A creepy sound echoed in his ears.

In fact, no sound could be heard. The palm energy was resonating explosively, filling all directions.

But Heo Hyung clearly heard it. Whether it was an auditory hallucination or not.

The top of the wall he created with his palm energy was pierced. The moment he confirmed the edge of a sword sticking out, Heo Hyeong's eyes widened as if they were about to tear apart.

Chwaaaaaak!

Soon after, a sound like cutting silk with a sharp knife rang out. At the same time, the sword blade that sprung out went down and the wall of force was split in an instant.

It literally happened in the blink of an eye.

Into the space forcibly created after being torn by the sword, Chung Myung entered like an arrow shot with an expressionless face.

'N- No...'

Even while his head was turning pale, Heo Hyeong's hand reflexively moved to release the palm energy. But at that moment, he saw it.

Puuk!

Something poked out from the back of his hand that stretched out to release palm energy.

'...Sword?'

At the same time, some of the energy gathered in the palm of his hand was scattered, and some of it was reversed. The sword that pierced his hand scraped the bone and dug deeper and deeper.

With the gruesome sound of friction.

Puuk!

“…….”

Heo Hyeong, who had opened his mouth slightly in a daze, slowly lowered his gaze.

The place his eyes reached was the left chest, to be exact, the blade of the white-colored sword embedded in his left chest. The sword penetrated through the palm of his hand and pierced his chest with precision.

Drip.

The blood that flowed from his chest ran down the blade and fell to the ground.

"You……."

Heo Hyung looked at Chung Myung with eyes full of disbelief.

Despite penetrating the enemy's heart, Chung Myung slowly opened his mouth with a cold face that was not shaken at all.

"Next time.”

The corner of his mouth went up sharply.

"Instead of worrying about others, take care of your own life."

“…….”

"That's the way to survive on the battlefield, brat."

The once vivid world gradually blurred and turned black.

Heo Hyung's body collapsed powerlessly to the ground.

'Lack of experience... was on my side...'

It was the last thought of Heo Hyung before his breath was cut off.