Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1290. It's a sight you’ll sick of seeing (4)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Anyone can't help but panic when something happens suddenly. And even the most composed person has a hard time making perfect judgments when panicked.
"They're br- breaking through!"
"We can't stop them, Bangju!"
“Fuck!”
So it was with those who encountered Chung Myung. Even though they knew he was coming, there was no way to prevent their minds went blank the moment they confronted him.
This wasn’t a problem that could be solved with effort or determination. No matter how composedly a mouse might try, it couldn't cut off a tiger's breath.
“Uwaaaaaaah!”
And Chung Myung was not a merciful tiger who would show pity just because his enemies were mere rats. He was closer to a vicious tiger (악호(惡虎)) that would first bite anything that appeared before his eyes.
Overwhelmed by the presence of such a beast, most enemies panicked, scattered, and lost their reason.
But as with all things in the world, nothing lasts forever.
As the one-sided slaughter dragged on, some among the encirclement began to make different judgments.
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
Yang Po (양포(楊布)), Hainan Sect's second-class disciple, ran with all his might.
'I- I feel like dying.'
His breath was caught in his throat, and his head was spinning. His vision blurred several times.
It was strange.
Even though he was sprinting with everything he had, he was still the second-class disciple of the prestigious Hainan Sect. It made no sense to be this exhausted from running this much. He wasn’t poisoned, nor had he spent his stamina wildly swinging his sword.
However, Yang Po's stamina was draining at an alarming rate.
'Is it normally like this?'
It felt like everything around him was gnawing away at his stamina.
The horrific death screams of the dying, the wide-open eyes of those whose bodies had been torn apart, the awful smell of blood that he can never get used to, and the curses drenched in malice echoing from somewhere far away…
And above all, the pressure and terror that he too would end up like those fallen there if he lost focus for even a moment!
As he ran through all of this, Yang Po's strength quickly wore out, proving that physical strength was not simply determined by physical condition.
'A- Am I the only one?'
Yang Po turned his gaze sideways.
There he saw others running desperately with gritted teeth. Every single one had a contorted face and looked precarious as if about to lose their breath at any moment. They too seemed to be in no different situation than his.
Yangpo bit his lip until it bled.
He couldn't whine. This was a battlefield. If he fell behind, it might not end with just his death. Wasn’t that the reason everyone else was clinging on with every ounce of strength they had left?
'Somehow....'
He roughly wiped the sweat streaming down his face. As his gaze happened to fall downward, he saw an enemy's corpse on the ground.
'Ugh!'
The mangled, blood-soaked body made Yang Po squeeze his eyes shut. Then he leaped over the corpse. Originally, stepping over a dead person's corpse was something a human shouldn't do. But now there was no leisure for such courtesies.
But right then.
The corpse lying with its mouth agape suddenly opened its eyes wide. Like lightning, it thrust its sword toward Yang Po's lower body as he jumped over.
Kwadeuk!
“Aaagh!”
Yang Po’s body tumbled violently across the ground.
“Yang Po!”
“This son of a beast!”
The disciples of Hainan Sect who were running behind Yang Po became enraged and drove their swords mercilessly into the body of the attacker.
“Ggureuk…”
The corpse-like man skewered and turned like a pincushion and died on the spot. The disciples yanked their swords free and rushed toward Yang Po.
“Yang Po!”
"Are you alright?"
"I- I'm fi..."
“The wound is deep!”
Blood was pouring from his completely pierced thigh. When their Sahyung suffered a major injury, the others fell into confusion, not knowing what to do.
It was then Tang Soso sprinted forward and shoved the others aside.
Tadadadak!
She swiftly applied acupressure to Yang Po’s thigh to stop the bleeding.
"Are- Are you a physician...!"
Just as everyone inwardly felt relief, she grabbed Yang Po's collar like lightning and forcefully pulled him to his feet. Everyone was greatly startled.
"No, Physician-nim! What are you..."
"We need to at least bandage it!"
But Tang Soso completely ignored their protests and shoved Yang Po forward with brutal force.
“Run.”
Yang Po looked at her in confusion. But Tang Soso’s face was as cold as ice.
“Run, or die.”
“Physician-nim! He’s injured in the lower body! How can he possibly run…”
At that moment, Tang Soso’s face twisted grotesquely with anger.
“Then are you all going to stay here and die together?”
Everyone fell silent.
It was only then that they truly realized where they were and what kind of situation they were in.
Looking back, the others who had been trailing behind had already overtaken them and charged forward without hesitation.
“Run! If you don’t want to die!”
Tang Soso shouted coldly and charged forward, leaving them behind.
“Damn it!”
Several gritted their teeth as they rushed to put Yang Po's arms over their shoulders.
"Everyone run! We don't have time for this!"
"Yes!"
“Yang Po! I know it’s hard, but you have to push through now.”
“Y- Yes, Sahyung!”
But this was just the beginning.
Evil Sects martial artists were not brainless scarecrows or rag dolls. No, in fact, they are more clever than Righteous Sects when it comes to protecting their own lives and targeting their enemies.
If they retreated and fled, they would die by Ho Gamyeong's hand. If even one person witnessed their retreat and survived, word would undoubtedly reach Ho Gamyeong’s ears.
But if they bravely stood their ground, they would die by Chung Myung’s sword.
Caught between two impossible choices, they opted for the simplest path: ignore the ones they couldn’t handle and actively target those they could.
Naturally, their targets were the disciples of Hainan Sect.
“Kuhaaaat!”
Kagaaang!
“Keuk!”
Lee Jayang's face distorted horribly.
'These bastards!'
The clash of swords was becoming more frequent. These dog-like bastards ignored Chung Myung at the front and directed their attacks only at Hainan Sect.
It was an easy choice for them. Even from their robes alone, they could easily distinguish who was who.
‘What do they take us for…!’
Lee Jayang bit his lip hard in indignation.
The sea-colored light blue martial robes. These clothes represented Hainan Island's ocean. These robes were both Hainan Sect's symbol and his long-held pride.
But on this battlefield, those same robes had become a symbol of weakness. That fact filled him with unbearable resentment.
"You dog-like bastard!"
The moment the excited Lee Jayang was about to swing his sword, three swords suddenly flew towards him. When he showed signs of excitement and wavered, the enemies came aiming at that opening with ghost-like precision.
Sensing imminent danger, Lee Jayang’s eyes widened in alarm!
Swaeaek! Swaeaeaeaek!
But then, over ten sword energy strikes that flew from somewhere pierced through Evil Sects members rushing at Lee Jayang like skewering kebabs.
Shocked, Lee Jayang turned his head, only to see Jo Geol glancing briefly in his direction before swiftly turning away and charging forward.
"That..."
“Jayang! Are you alright?"
"I- I'm fine, Sahyung!"
Replying hastily to Gwak Hwanso, Lee Jayang bit his lip harder.
'Could I have survived?'
No, he would have likely died. With his current abilities, he could not have blocked three incoming swords simultaneously. Even if he managed to survive, he would have had to sacrifice part of his body, leaving him critically injured and a burden to the others.
But Jo-Gol had nullified that deadly attack with a single flick of his sword. No, he had even cut off the attackers' breath.
As if it were really nothing at all.
'Jo-Gol, was it?'
He felt an overwhelming gap. And what's more, the one who showed this gap wasn't Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung, Mount Hua Righteous Sword Baek Cheon, or even Namgung Dowi of Namgung Family. It was Mount Hua’s third-class disciple, Jo-Gol.
Lee Jayang was Hainan Sect's first-class disciple.
Of course, the disciples of Hainan were relatively young at this time, but the age difference between Jo-Gol and him was still at least fifteen years.
Yet that young third-class disciple of Mount Hua had displayed martial prowess Lee Jayang couldn’t even hope to match. That realization shook him far more than the fact that he had narrowly escaped death just moments ago.
Still, Lee Jayang was among the more skilled in Hainan Sect...
'Wait?'
He was among the more skilled in Hainan Sect. Yet even he had brushed so close to death.
Moreover, this was the forefront where Chung Myung took the lead and the disciples of Mount Hua guarded either side. The vanguard that penetrates the enemy's defense line. Position that should be more dangerous than anywhere else. Yet paradoxically, this had become the safest place in their group.
Then what of the rear where those less skilled were gathered? What was happening in the rear where Evil Sects bastards who dared not target the vanguard were desperately attacking?
Lee Jayang turned around urgently.
“Aaaahhhhhh!”
In that moment, the situation poured into his ears before his eyes. It was the anguished scream of a familiar voice.
“Jin Gwan (진관(眞觀))!”
A scream burst out of Lee Jayang's mouth.
The sight of the second-class disciple Jin Gwan collapsing with a long slash running from his side to his chest.
Though their Sahyung closer than blood siblings was falling, no hand reached out to him.
Everyone around him was using every last shred of their strength just to hold off the charging enemies. Even if someone collapsed, there was no room to turn their head.
“You scuuum!”
At that moment, Hainan Sect Sect Leader Geum Yangbaek let out a roar and charged like a flying tiger at Evil Sects member who had cut Jin Gwan. The Evil Sects member whose neck flew off at Geum Yangbaek's strike crumpled to the ground.
“Gwan-ah!”
Geum Yangbaek grabbed Jin Gwan’s limp body.
"Gwan-ah! Are you alright?"
It was a meaningless question.
His disciple's blue martial robes were already completely dyed red with blood flowing from his body. How could anyone be right after losing that much blood?
But what else could a worried person say?
“Co- Cough!”
With a violent cough, dark red blood poured out of Jin Gwan's mouth. The deep wound across his side had destroyed his internal organs.
"Phy- Physician! Is there any physician?"
"Th- There's that Mount Hua person...!"
“Bring them here! Now!”
“Se- Sect Leader….”
At that moment, Geum Yangbaek hurriedly lowered his gaze at the faint voice heard from below.
"Yes! Gwan-ah, just hold on a little longer! Soon the physician will..."
"C- Cold..."
“Gwan-ah! Gwan-ah!”
JinGwan’s head drooped lifelessly to the side.
Geum Yangbaek’s trembling hands clutched Jin Gwan’s half-limp body. Whether it was just his imagination or reality, Jin Gwan’s body felt like it was already growing cold.
“Jin Gwan!”
“Uwaaaaaah! You bastards!”
This wasn’t the first death since Evil Tyrant Alliance’s invasion. However, the shock of seeing a disciple and a Sahyung die right before their eyes was indescribable.
Blood vessels began bulging in Geum Yangbaek's eyes. Just as he was about to let out a roar.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Another agonized scream echoed through the air. Geum Yangbaek’s head snapped around toward the sound.
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