Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1259. You'll figure it out (4)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"Dodge!"
When facing an approaching red sword energy, the members of Ghost Platoon can only react in two ways.
Either retreat or block.
'Too late...'
Realizing dodging was out of the question, one of the members quickly channeled every ounce of internal strength into his blade and swung down against the approaching sword energy.
Kagagagagak!
The sword energy imbued with internal strength collided with the blade. A fierce sound of metal being gnawed pierced their ears.
"Keuk!"
A powerful shock coursed through his wrists.
This was a phenomenon that proved that the power contained in this attack was not trivial. Therefore, the Ghost Platoon Daewon who felt this power did not feel afraid, but rather felt a strong sense of victory.
'More than I expected...!'
While it was certainly impressive that such a thin sword could produce such weighty sword energy, considering the reputation of the 'Sword Vigilante of Hwasan,' this level was only natural. If anything, it would have been strange if the attack had been weaker.
The important thing wasn't that it was difficult to block, but that it could be blocked somehow. If the sword energy could be blocked, it meant the opponent could be fought!
"That’s not much…"
The Ghost Platoon member raised his head to shout a battle cry with newfound confidence. But what his eyes caught in that moment was a white flash diving toward his gaping mouth.
Kagak!
Like a serpent, the blindingly fast sword thrust between his parted lips, slicing through his teeth and tongue, and stopped at the base of his throat.
'N- No…'
Kwadeuk!
A sickening noise echoed through the air, followed by a deafening silence.
The body instantly drained of strength and went limp.
Frozen, the remaining members of Ghost Platoon stared in stunned silence. Their gazes locked on the bloodstained sword tip protruding from their comrade’s throat.
Drip.
A single drop of blood slid down the pristine blade and dripped onto the white sand below.
It was truly strange.
They had seen death countless times. Whether enemy deaths or comrade deaths, death wasn't particularly special to those present here.
But the death they were watching felt different from the deaths they had seen until now. Explaining that difference was impossible, but their hearts, growing cold as if doused with ice water, clearly warned them. This was something on a completely different level.
Chung Myung yanked out his sword stuck in the enemy's mouth in one breath and launched himself forward with a burst of speed.
"B- Block!"
"Kill him!"
A heart-pounding sense of fear swept over Ghost Platoon. But they were Myriad Man Manor. Fleeing before an enemy was absolutely unthinkable.
Fueled by desperation, the platoon charged towards Chung Myung. Their drawn blades shimmered with a blue light as waves of energy surged from them.
Swaeaeaeaeaek!
In an instant, over a dozen sword and blade energies rained down toward Chung Myung's head like a torrential storm.
At that moment, Chung Myung lowered his posture until he nearly touched the ground. H Flattening himself, he slithered forward with the agility of a snake weaving through dense grass.
Kwaaang! Kwaaaaang!
Sword energies that barely brushed Chung Myung’s toes fell to the ground one by one. Riding the explosive momentum, Chung Myung pushed off the ground and surged ahead even faster.
One of Ghost Platoon's members seized this opportunity and leaped toward the accelerating Chung Myung. He was planning to close the gap in one breath.
Veterans of countless battles, they instinctively knew that sometimes the best defense was an unrelenting offense. Once momentum was lost, it would lead to irreversible consequences.
Taat!
A supremely fast and clean blade strike.
It wasn’t overly greedy, nor was it overly elaborate. A thoroughly practical technique that, while not necessarily fatal, would leave no major openings.
This technique, loaded purely with killing intent, unfolded toward Chung Myung's head before he could fully rise.
'Die!'
It was as close to a perfect response as one could imagine.
But unfortunately, their opponent was none other than Chung Myung.
Kwadeuk!
Chung Myung abruptly drove his sword into the sand beneath him.
As if all the incredible speed he had displayed was an illusion, his body came to an abrupt halt.
Swaeaek!
The descending blade meant to split Chung Myung’s head in two cut through nothing but air before embedding itself into the white sands. In the striker's eyes burned the painfully bright image of Chung Myung's bared-teeth smile.
Chwaaaak!
In an instant, the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword curved upward like a striking serpent and pierced through the attacker’s abdomen.
Crunch!
Cold metal burrowed into his stomach. But before he could even process the sensation, the blade began thrashing wildly like a fish in water, tearing his insides apart.
"KYAAAAAAAAAGH!"
A blood-curdling scream erupted as his organs were shredded to ribbons. The pain wasn’t just from the flesh being shredded. The cold inner force that had invaded his body seemed to crush his internal strength meridian while scraping his nerves one by one. Pain like all the nerves in his body were being severed assailed him.
And at that moment, Chung Myung's eyes gleamed sharply and he pulled back without hesitation.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
Blades erupted from the impaled platoon member’s body, tearing through him from the inside out. The blades that had pierced through his body stopped just before Chung Myung's face.
The blood from the tip of the blade splashed onto Chung Myung's face. Hot heat and a strong smell of blood rushed in.
The Ghost Platoon member, skewered like kebab by his comrades' blades, trembled with his mouth agape.
But no sympathy arose in Chung Myung's eyes as he watched him. This evil man, too, would have driven his sword through a comrade’s back without hesitation had their roles been reversed.
Bam!
Chung Myung kicked the man squarely in the chest.
The blades lodged within his body tore through him as he was sent flying, his flesh shredding into grotesque chunks. The shredded body and gushing blood covered those behind him.
"Heuaaaaap!"
Even as bits of their comrade’s flesh rained down, the Ghost Platoon members didn’t flinch. Rather, they cursed and rushed at Chung Myung even more fiercely.
Chung Myung’s lips curled into a smirk as he gripped his sword tightly.
Paaaaat!
Dozens of sword auras bloomed like phantoms, slicing through the bodies of the charging Ghost Platoon members in one breath.
"Keuk!"
Before their pained groans could even finish, Chung Myung darted forward like a demon and drive his sword into the nearest enemy.
At that moment, the eyes of the Ghost Platoon member standing before him gleamed with killing intent. He immediately disregarded defense and thrust his sword back toward Chung Myung's neck.
Sogok!
One blade pierced through a chest, while the other narrowly grazed a pale neck.
"Kuaaaah!"
The Ghost Platoon member with his chest pierced fueled killing intent into his eyes and swung his sword sideways to strike Chung Myung's neck. No, he tried to.
In that instant, Chung Myung's elbow snapped out like a whip, striking the arm that held the sword. At the same time, he shoved his blade deeper into the man’s chest and continued his relentless advance.
"Now!"
"Strike!"
Seeing this, the other Ghost Platoon members shouted reflexively.
It was an incredibly gruesome sight, but logically speaking, it was a good decision. Pulling a sword from a body inevitably takes time, creating a crucial opening. If they seized that opening, it wouldn't be impossible to plant their blades in that monster's body.
"This, this..."
And the one with his body pierced seemed to clearly understand what his role should be. As if abandoning attachment to life, he dropped even his own sword and firmly gripped Chung Myung's sword embedded in his chest with both hands.
As if determined to drag Chung Myung into the afterlife with him, even if it meant dying.
The Ghost Platoon wouldn’t waste such an opening. They charged forward with all their might.
But then, a bizarre sight began to unfold before their eyes.
The back of the Ghost Platoon member impaled on Chung Myung's sword began to swell unnaturally. No, it wasn't his back that was swelling but rather the clothing covering it, yet to their eyes now, it could only appear as if his back itself was swelling.
'What?'
One of the charging platoon members, Jung Tak, felt his eyebrows twitch in unease. He noticed that Chung Myung’s sword, which was stuck in the man’s chest, was moving ever so slightly in the midst of all this. His face turned ashen as he screamed.
"D- Dodge...!"
Before Jung Tak's words could finish, the man's clothing burst apart as red sword energy explosively gushed forth.
Dozens, no, hundreds of tiny petals appeared in the air.
Like a tempest of blossoming plum petals, the sword energy surged forth, engulfing everything in its path.
"Euaaaaaak!"
"Aaaaaargh!"
Screams of agony erupted from those caught in the storm of plum blossoms. The small, petal-like sword energy was razor-sharp, tearing through flesh dozens of times in the span of a single breath.
"Keheok..."
“Grrrk…”
All that remained were the rough breaths of those brutally mutilated.
Ghost Platoon Daeju Beom Chung stared blankly at the carnage unfolding before him.
It was just one step.
All this happened because he took just one step back.
Because of that one mistake, nearly ten of his platoon members died miserably in an instant.
"You…"
Beom Chung, watching the white sand stained crimson with blood with trembling eyes, forcefully shifted his gaze. He saw Chung Myung standing aloof… No, to be exact, to the platoon member kneeling at Chung Myung’s feet, his hair gripped tightly in the man’s hand.
"Da- Daeju..."
The platoon member, forced to his knees with his hair grabbed, trembled like an aspen leaf at the sword pressed against his neck while desperately looking at Beom Chung.
"S- Save me..."
The Ghost Platoon consisted of martial artists that Beom Choong himself had trained.
They were not the type to tremble or fear even when facing hell's messenger. Yet the one now in Chung Myung’s grasp was utterly terrified.
Just what was he afraid of? Death? Or...?
"Really…"
At that moment, Chung Myung, still clutching the platoon member’s hair, spoke with a smile. His stark white teeth flashed ominously, making the sight all the more unsettling.
"This suits my nature better."
Sogok!
Chung Myung's sword severed the man’s neck without the slightest hesitation.
Chwaaaak!
A fountain of crimson blood erupted from the cleanly severed neck.
The spurting blood poured down like red rain. Watching Chung Myung smiling eerily amidst the blood rain, Beom Chung ground his teeth furiously.
"This... This son of a dog..."
"No, that’s not it."
"…What?"
Chung Myung chuckled.
"Not 'Son of a dog'... 'Sons of a dog' would be more accurate."
Beom Chung’s face fell in realization as he snapped his gaze elsewhere.
Toward the Ghost Platoon whose formation Chung Myung had broken by diving inside, over ten black lines were rushing at terrifying speed.
“Careful now, they're even more vicious than I am."
Chung Myung laughed aloud after his quiet warning. Beom Chung's blood ran cold.
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