Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1267. Worry about those Myriad Man Manor bastards! (2)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"Got it!"
"Always with that brute strength, and nothing else!"
Even the disciples of Mount Hua who glancing at the situation behind them momentarily cheered and clenched their fists. If the ship hadn’t moved, they would have been slaughtered here. As expected, there was nothing Hye Yeon couldn’t do!
"Sasuk!"
“Not yet! Hold your ground a little longer!"
Baek Cheon shouted loudly.
Although the ship was afloat, it wasn’t time to retreat yet. These weren’t ordinary martial artists. They were the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor. There was no reason they couldn't attack ships on the water.
No, it might make it easier. They just needed to punch holes in the ships. First, they needed to secure enough distance to make it difficult for the enemy to attack the ships.
"Ugh! Sasuk!"
But that was easier said than done.
The enemy kept surging endlessly while human concentration wasn't infinite. More importantly, the internal strength they had been expending to suppress the enemy’s momentum was beginning to run thin.
Kagang!
Baek Cheon bit his lips tightly as he deflected an incoming sword.
The Evil Sects could sense shifts in momentum like ghosts. As if noticing Heavenly Comrade Alliance martial artists gradually struggling, the advancing Myriad Man Manor martial artists were increasingly intensifying their momentum.
"Huhahahahaha!"
"It's Mount Hua’s neck! Grab and tear them off!"
The lack of camaraderie should have been a detriment in battle. At least that's what Baek Cheon believed.
But at this moment, Baek Cheon painfully realized that everything in the world had two sides.
These people never waver even when their comrades, with whom they shared joys and sorrows, are beheaded right before their eyes. No, beyond not wavering, they seemed not to care at all.
The cruelty weighed on Baek Cheon.
'This is the true Myriad Man Manor...'
They had to hold. But at this rate, Hainan Sect's elders would collapse first. While aged martial artists grew stronger through internal strength, they needed endurance in a fight that continued endlessly. The longer the fight dragged on, the more their physical strength would be depleted even before their internal energy ran out.
'What should I do?'
Baek Cheon was the one in charge here. He must make the decisions.
Dozens, no, hundreds of lives hung on his judgment. But this situation...
Just then.
A mocking voice reached Baek Cheon's ears.
"Acting like you could handle it."
“Chu- Chung Myung….”
“All bark, no bite!”
Chung Myung charged forward.
Baek Cheon's eyes were locked on Chung Myung’s back as he charged. The moment he charged forward, the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor unleashed a flurry of weapons aimed squarely at him.
Then, dozens of light streams burst from Chung Myung’s fingertips. No, they weren’t streams of light but sword strikes. The sword strikes were so fast they could only be seen as pale streaks of light, impossible to follow with the eye.
Sogok, sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
The martial artists of Myriad Man Manor who had been swinging their weapons clutched their bodies and let out horrifying screams.
Throat, wrist, thigh, and sides.
Even in that short exchange of blows, Chung Myung's sword had precisely severed all their vital points without fail.
"Y- You bastard!"
Paaaaang!
With a sound that split the air, a flying sword instantly severed the charging Myriad Man Manor martial artist’s neck. The severed head spun like a top in mid-air and sprayed blood in all directions.
"Y- You…."
Chung Myung, his face drenched in blood, let out a chilling smile. Then he pursued the martial artist of Myriad Man Manor who stepped back hesitatingly like lightning.
Paaaaang!
Another swing of the sword splits the human body apart along with the hastily raised sword.
"Mo- Monster..."
Myriad Man Manor had built its power through countless battles, earned its fearsome reputation, and eventually secured its position as a pillar of Evil Tyrant Alliance. Every one of its martial artists was a seasoned veteran of a hundred battles and a war demon with no attachment to life.
Yet now, clear fear was rising in the eyes of these fearless martial artists.
The death of a comrade might not have been enough to scare them. But even those of Evil Sects, could not completely suppress primal fear of one’s own death. No, it was precisely because they were of Evil Sects that they cherished their lives so dearly.
Paaaat!
The sword shot forward like a thunderbolt and pierced a chest. The moment the muscles and tendons clung to it, the sword twisted in an instant and tore the human body apart from the inside.
“Kuahh….”
Faced with the agony of their insides being torn apart, the man convulsed without even managing a proper scream.
Paaaaat!
The black sword that had escaped his body swung repeatedly and struck his neck in one stroke.
Kwaang!!
A Myriad Man Manor martial artist's face turned deathly pale after reflexively deflecting their comrade's head that had shot like a cannonball.
Because he had struck his comrade’s head? No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t for such human reasons.
It was because at the very moment he swung his dao, Chung Myung had already surged forward and now standing directly before him.
Peureureu.
Chung Myung's Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword began trembling violently as if caught in a strong gust. The blade split into dozens, then hundreds of illusory swords and filled the world with red plum blossom petals.
It wasn’t elegant like Yoo Iseol’s plum blossoms, nor steadfast like Baek Cheon’s. It wasn’t swift like Jo-Gol’s, nor gentle like Yoon Jong’s.
The plum blossoms that Chung Myung bloomed were simply sharp.
“Aaaaargh!”
“Gaaahhh!”
The people caught in the storm of plum blossoms screamed in agony, their cries so harrowing they seemed they would never want to hear such sounds again even in their dreams. It was an uncharacteristically weak display for the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor.
But anyone watching this scene would understand.
How could someone pierced with dozens of holes across their body hold back their screams? It was a situation that would evoke anyone's sympathy.
But there was not a shred of sympathy on Chung Myung’s face who had created this horrific scene.
He merely brushed past those collapsing.
Moments later, the necks of those riddled with holes simultaneously snapped, spurting red streams of blood.
Always kill your opponent. (상대한 이는 반드시 죽인다.)
That was one of Chung Myung’s iron rules that had helped him overcome countless crises on the battlefield.
Before his ruthless blade, the raging momentum of Myriad Man Manor crumbled in an instant.
In this vast battlefield, one person wreaking havoc might not seem like such a big deal. No, it shouldn’t be.
But everything changes depending on who that one person is. Even those pressing against Mount Hua's disciples' defense line couldn't help but turn their heads at the screams behind them.
In that fleeting moment when the enemy's offensive naturally weakened, Baek Cheon’s eyes gleamed sharply.
"Sogaju-nim!"
"I know!"
Jo-Gol and Baek Cheon surged forward and slashed at the Myriad Man Manor martial artists who had swarmed around Namgung Dowi.
Not missing the opening they created, Namgung Dowi raised his sword. Dazzling white light gathered around his elevated blade.
The world's only sword technique that unleashed terrifying power derived from immense internal strength.
It was the moment when the Emperor Sword Form of Namgung Family revealed its majesty.
"Haaaaaaap!"
At the edge of Namgung Dowi's sword who had drawn out as much internal strength as possible, a sword energy as large as a house appeared and then condensed in an instant.
Simultaneously, Namgung Dowi's sword rushed downward like lightning striking the earth.
Kwaaaaaaa!
The sword energy Namgung Dowi released carved a pure white straight path before him. This was the moment when Emperor Path, the ultimate technique of Emperor Sword Form, manifested from Namgung Dowi's sword rather than Namgung Hwang's!
A pure white path stretched out straight without a single curve, and in an instant, the path was covered red with the blood shed by the enemy.
It was quite literally the path an emperor should walk.
"Keuk!"
Namgung Dowi turned pale for a moment and staggered. Just as his knees were about to buckle, Tang Pae swiftly caught him by the shoulder.
"Dowi!"
"I'm fine! More importantly!"
Namgung Dowi was about to urge continued attacks but suddenly stopped and fell silent.
Because he saw red petals blooming brilliantly before his eyes.
'Ah….'
Five plum trees, each extending its branches in distinct yet harmonious patterns.
Each tree was distinct yet they were the same. No two trees are identical, but don't they ultimately form one forest when gathered?
On Hainan's soil.
Here on this distant land, the plum blossoms of Mount Hua bloomed. The flowers bloomed with their last-squeezed internal strength, beautiful and enchanting like flowers finally blooming after enduring a long winter.
Hwaaaaaaak!
Scattered plum petals showered down on the enemies as they danced in the wind.
Even Myriad Man Manor's mighty martial artists who made Jungwon tremble couldn't block all the plum blossom rain pouring down like a storm.
Sogok, sogok!
Drawing up internal force would prevent fatal wounds. Each strike, individually, wasn't lethal.
But this wasn't necessarily hopeful news.
Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
Because they wouldn't die, they had to feel every bit of the agony as their bodies were torn apart.
“Gyaaaaahhh!”
Horrific screams erupted one after another from all directions.
And before those screams could fade, what descended was the majestic wave-like sword energy released by Hainan Sect's elders. Unlike Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Sword Technique, their strikes delivered certain death to the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor.
Baek Cheon’s complexion turned noticeably pale as he glanced around.
The ship had already drifted far from the shore. Perhaps because the martial artists were rowing with all their might, they were gaining distance than expected.
Chung Myung was still fighting at the front.
For a moment, conflict flickered in Baek Cheon’s eyes. But what ultimately quelled that conflict was trust.
Baek Cheon shouted in a firm voice.
"Retreat! Fall back! To the ships!"
"Understood!"
Everyone squeezed out their remaining strength to create distance from the enemy. Then immediately turned and ran toward the shore.
Just one person, Seol So-baek, stood there fidgeting anxiously.
"Shit, what are you doing!"
Jo-Gol flung Seol So-baek over his shoulder and dashed toward the ship.
Even with the distance they had gained, these were the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor. They could close the gap in the time it took to draw a single breath. They needed to reach the sea before then.
"No! Chung Myung Dojang is still there!"
"I know!"
Jo-Gol shouted irritably.
"Worry about those who need worrying! You think that man's human like us?"
"...."
"If you want to worry...!"
Jo-Gol turned his head slightly. He saw the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor hesitating, unable to approach Chung Myung.
“Worry about those Myriad Man Manor bastards! Those poor bastards who ran into him!"
"...What?"
Seol So-baek looked toward Chung Myung with a bewildered expression. A grotesque smile hung on Chung Myung's lips.
'Do- Dojang...?'
And at that moment, Seol So-baek witnessed it.
Chung Myung gripping his sword in a reverse grip, charged straight into the midst of the enemies.
An ice-cold shiver ran down Seol So-baek's spine.
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