Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1260. You'll figure it out (5)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Geum Yangbaek stared at the scene unfolding before him with a dazed expression..
'That, that... Myriad Man Manor...'
It was one-sided. In Guangdong, Myriad Man Manor was feared even more than the god of death itself but they were being literally toyed with just now.
‘How could this happen…?’
It had been only a few years since he had witnessed Chung Myung’s abilities firsthand at Murim Competition.
Of course, he knew he would have grown stronger. Naturally, he would have. It would be odd if someone with that kind of talent did not grow stronger over time.
But he never imagined it would be to this extent. The prowess Geum Yangbaek had seen with his own eyes a moment ago was far beyond what he had expected.
He would swear that among Ten Great Sects, Hainan Sect knew better than any other just how terrifying Myriad Man Manor was, no matter what anyone said. And he could also swear that he had never once witnessed Myriad Man Manor being so brutally dominated.
It was as if they wouldn’t count as an opponent to Chung Myung.
"Sect Leader."
What kind of martial arts did Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword practice to be capable of this …?
"Sect Leader!”
Startled by the intense voice calling him, Geum Yangbaek snapped out of his daze and turned to the side. An elder was urgently grabbing and shaking his arm.
"Please give the order, Sect Leader!"
"Or- Order?"
"Can't you see there!"
Only then did the surrounding situation come clearly into Geum Yangbaek's view. He was seeing Heavenly Comrade Alliance members rushing towards Ghost Platoon at incredible speed.
"We have to go too!"
"Y- Yes! N- No! But the signal..."
It was just then.
Baekc Cheon, charging forward, thrust his sword high into the air and swung it. Red sword energy burst from the sword tip, scattering like fireworks before adorning Hainan Island's sky with countless plum blossoms.
As soon as Geum Yangbaek saw this sight, he sprang up from his low stance.
The signal! Where in the world could there be a clearer signal than this!
"Attack! Quickly! We must seize the ships!"
"Yes!"
The Hainan Sect members who had been lying in ambush suddenly stood up at the sound of Geum Yangbaek's resounding shout.
But before they could even lift their feet, Gwak Hwanso and his Sahyungs, who had been hiding elsewhere, were already charging forward.
"Faster! We must strike at once!"
"Yes, Sahyung! Uoooohhhh!"
Geum Yangbaek stomped his foot and shouted in a booming voice.
"What are you doing! Will you be slower than the disciples!"
At this shout, the elders gritted their teeth and increased their speed.
There are more than 200 disciples of Hainan Sect here now. However, if it had been the same situation as before, they would not have been able to blindly rush toward Ghost Platoon like they did now even with their overwhelming numbers.
The fear of Myriad Man Manor would still have been lingering in their hearts.
But now, Hainan Sect disciples charged toward Ghost Platoon without any trace of fear, running at full speed as if it were a competition.
There was no longer any fear of Myriad Man Manor. From the moment they recognized and understood who stood at the front, Myriad Man Manor ceased to be an insurmountable, fearsome existence.
Even as they ran, they could clearly see it with their own eyes—the sight of Heavenly Comrade Alliance's martial artists overwhelming Ghost Platoon forces.
"A-MI-TA-BHA!"
With a thunderous and resounding Buddhist chant, golden Buddhist light surged and engulfed the shore.
Kwaaaaang!
A section of the beach erupted, sending white sand scattering in every direction. Those directly hit by the Buddha-light couldn't even scream before being flung into the vast sea as bloody pulp.
Splash!
A massive plume of water rose like celebratory fireworks.
"No, isn’t this cheating, Monk?!”
Although Hye Yeon had been the first to strike, it was Jo-Gol who naturally plunged into the enemy the quickest.
“Ah, it’s so good to see you! Myriad Man Manor piece of shit!”
Charging in at the forefront, Jo-Gol swung his sword in a single powerful strike.
Paaaat!
Dozens of sword projections rapidly split apart and rained down furiously onto the Ghost Platoon who had yet to regain their senses.
"Aaaarghh!"
"You bastard!"
A swift sword too fast for the eyes to follow!
But the swift sword with its center of gravity extremely focused forward brought immediate counterattacks.
"Know your place!"
The Ghost Platoon martial artist lunged toward Jo-Gol’s exposed upper body and swung their blades with a desperate fury.
"Oh, come on!"
Kagagang!
Before the blades could reach Jo-Gol, they were intercepted by an elegantly flowing sword that emerged from behind.
"Think about the aftermath when you move!"
"Ah, but Sahyung is covering me!"
"Haa..."
Yoon Jong sighed and again swung his sword to strike away a blade flying toward Jo-Gol's face. That mad Saje didn’t even think to block the incoming attack and just kept thrusting his sword forward.
“Haha! This great one is the mighty Jo-Gol of Mount Hua Sect!”
"Kuaaaaak!"
A Ghost Platoon martial artist pierced through the chest and collapsed to the ground with a scream.
"Fuck! Swarm them! Above…!"
Before the Ghost Platoon martial artist could finish his command, he instinctively snapped his head upward. He sensed a shadow silently and swiftly falling from the space they had tried to occupy.
'Whe- When......'
He saw a slender figure falling while half-blocking the sun.
And that was the last sight he would see alive.
Sogok!
Yoo Iseol, who cleanly severed the Ghost Platoon member's neck while falling, rotated her body without pause before even touching the ground.
Chwaaaaaaakk!
Her sweeping blade carved through the legs of the surrounding Ghost Platoon members without mercy.
"Aaaahhh!"
"Aaaaargh!"
Attacking from above and then strikes the lowest point. It is the simplest sword, but at the same time, it is the most effective sword. In the chaos of battle, it was an even deadlier tactic.
"Below!"
“This wretched woman!”
Just as the Ghost Platoon members were about to thrust their swords at the crouching Yoo Iseol with furious shouts, a soft yet eerie cutting sound reached their ears.
Sararak!
Instinctively realizing something was closing in, a few hastily retreated. But those who had their attention stolen by Yoo Iseol were unable to evade the rain of plum blossom sword energy that rained down from the sky from Tang Soso.
They couldn’t.
"Haaap!"
Sararararak!
Following a short and powerful shout, Tang Soso’s Plum Blossom Profuse Bloom poured down like flower rain filling the entire sky. The ethereal plum blossom sword technique mercilessly swept through the Ghost Platoon members who was unable to dodge.
Sogok, sogok, sogok!
"Euaaakkk!"
"Aaaargghhhh!"
The sound of sword energy piercing bodies mingled with agonized screams, echoing through the battlefield.
"Re- Retreat!"
"Do not retreat!"
Heo Maeng, vice daeju of Ghost Platoon, shouted until his throat nearly burst.
"You idiots! They are few! Press them with sheer force! Don’t give them an opening!”
Heo Maeng knew how ridiculous these words were. That damned petal-like sword energy was devastatingly effective against clustered groups. The sword was far more efficient in group battles than in individual combat.
It was such sword technique.
But Heo Maeng had no choice but to yell as such.
Because he clearly saw Hainan Sect running towards them from behind with fierce shouts.
If they couldn’t reduce the number of these damned bastards before those reinforcements arrived, it was obvious what kind of catastrophe awaited them.
"Charge in, you bastards! Latch onto them with everything you’ve got!”
At this command, those filled with murderous intent gritted their teeth and lunged at Tang Soso.
Hwiiiiing!
But at that moment, small pellets flew consecutively over their heads and burst with pung sounds.
"Wh- What's this!"
"Poison smoke! Fuck, fall back!"
The pink smoke erupting from the pellets engulfed the charging Ghost Platoon members.
“That won’t do. If even a single scratch lands on my little sister, Father will come after me to kill me."
Tang Pae clicked his tongue nonchalantly as he slid his hand back into his sleeve. Having someone so energetic wreaking havoc up front made it much easier for someone like him to attack from the back. In that sense, there couldn’t be a better pair anywhere in the world.
It would be hard to find anywhere in the world.
"Originally, martial arts should be this exquisitely refin……”
Kwaaaaa!
At that moment, Namgung Dowi, who had leaped forward, brought his sword down with a massive slash and subsequently unleashed an enormous white sword energy. A literally house-sized sword energy swept away the Ghost Platoon blocking his path in one go.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
Along with an eardrum-splitting explosion, bodies literally shattered to pieces scattered horrifically.
"…ed, but I guess it doesn't have to be. Yeah."
Tang Pae deflated slightly and tucked his tail between his legs.
Honestly, wasn't that bordering on cheating? No wonder, despite years of bitterness and relentless effort, Tang Family had never once bested those brutish oafs from Namgung Family.
And at this rate, it seemed unlikely that Tang Family would surpass Namgung Family in his generation either. The family might manage it somehow, but how was he supposed to defeat that monster of a man?
Paaaaat!
At that moment, Baek Cheon leaped forward. A storm of red petals whirled from his sword tip. The vivid red blossoms swirled like a vision, sweeping away the enemies in their path.
Though his sword didn't pursue the path of domination like Namgung Dowi's, it was twice as splendid, twice as precise.
"Push forward!"
Tang Pae shook his head as he watched Baek Cheon's back as encouraging everyone with a bellow that was akin to a tiger.
"This guy and that guy."
How was anyone without talent supposed to survive in this world?
"Aish!"
Irritated, he flicked the dagger in his hand toward the front.
Beom Chung's face distorted horribly.
"Why..."
This was all he could say now.
"Why are you all here! WHY!"
Uncontrollable rage erupted.
Even if the entire Hainan Sect had ambushed them, they wouldn’t have fallen so easily.
But the opponents they faced were far too overwhelming for the Ghost Platoon to handle alone.
Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung and Mount Hua Five Swords, Namgung and Tang Family's sogaju and even Hye Yeo Shaolin's divine monk.
Each one of them was a master representing their respective sects. When such individuals joined hands with Hainan Sect to fight, what could a mere platoon of Myriad Man Manor—not even the whole Myriad Man Manor—possibly do?
"WHY!"
Chung Myung chuckled as Beom Chung once again gritted his teeth and shouted in a boiling voice.
"Why should I explain anything to Evil Sects bastard like you?"
"You..."
"Stop the nonsense and do what you need to do. I'm sick of waiting."
Chung Myung’s sword tip was aimed at Beom Chung. Beom Chung bit his lip tightly. What he needed to do now was all too clear.
Beom Chung swiftly pulled the string attached to the end of a long tube he took from his chest.
Popong!
Sparks shot high into the sky from the tube's end.
Now that the signal flare has been fired, the main force must have known that the enemy had invaded. No, they probably already realized it from Baek Cheon's sword energy, but this made it even more certain.
“....Don’t make me laugh, brat.”
Heo Maeng growled, his voice dripping with malice as he glared at Chung Myung.
"No matter what scheme you’re plotting, you’re all dead now that you’ve stepped onto this island! No matter what you try, you’ll never reach the Yangtze River alive. Not you, not your allies—every last one of you will regret setting foot here….”
Paaaaaaaat!
Beom Chung stumbled backward, clutching his face.
Kwadeudeuk!
Blood dripped from a long diagonal slash across his face. Chung Myung nonchalantly flicked his sword as if it was no big deal.
"Ah, sorry."
"....."
"It’s just that listening to Evil Sects bastard like you makes me sick. Especially those from whatever Myriad Man Manor or rat's nest you're from."
"You…"
"Is that all for your last words?"
"What..."
At that moment, Chung Myung’s sword flew towards Beom Chung like a phantom.
Beom Chung reflexively raised his sword to block.
Kaganh!
But Chung Myung’s Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword split Heo Maeng's blade in two at once and continued straight for his neck.
Sogok!
The chilling sound of sharpened steel slicing through flesh echoed.
Before Heo Maeng could even shudder at the sound of his impending death, a chilling voice whispered from behind him.
"But since I'm a Taoist, I'll pray for your soul. Die well, you son of a beast."
Those were the last words Beom Chung heard in this world.
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