Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1307. What the hell is that guy? (1)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Kwaaang!
His heart was pounding like crazy.
'This is...'
Wooooooong!
Those charging forward with desperate cries, those retreating in terror, those frozen in confusion, and those screaming at the top of their lungs.
All their hostility and killing intent poured toward him in unison.
But instead of shrinking back, Namgung Dowi’s momentum flared even brighter.
It felt like every hair on his body was standing on end.
A thrill greater than fear enveloped Namgung Dowi.
Martial arts are built upon repetition.
One endlessly repeats the same thing for so long that the word 'utmost difficulty' (지난(至難)) becomes fitting.
It was like building a tower to heaven with paper as thin as silk.
Everything he had built up until now was erupting in this moment.
The Azure Sky Divine Sword (창천신검(蒼天神劍)), the symbol of gaju of Namgung Family.
The sword that once rested in Namgung Hwang's hand now radiated an incomparably blinding white light in Namgung Dowi's grip.
Namgung Dowi raised the sword infused with his internal strength.
‘No!’
The back of Namgung Hwang looms before his eyes.
If it had been Namgung Hwang, he would have cleaved downward in a single stroke and cleaved everything in his path clean in two.
But he was not Namgung Hwang.
At least not yet.
Perhaps he might reach his level one day, but not now.
Even if it were possible, he must not chase after it.
The excessively channeled energy was instantly withdrawn.
The sword of Namgung was brutally straightforward.
It draws upon all internal strength in a straight line and crushes the enemy with unrelenting force.
Namgung Dowi had never once doubted the sword of Namgung.
He had firmly believed this was the sword that one leading Namgung Family must wield.
But not now.
The sword of Mount Hua, the hidden weapons of Tang Family, and Im Sobyeong’s fan had shown him something.
That drawing out everything and overwhelming the enemy wasn't the only righteous path.
The righteous path doesn't refer to the method.
The righteous path refers to where one was heading.
Even if his sword might not befit Namgung style, if his will brings no shame to the Namgung name, his sword remains righteous still.
Gooooo!
A power befitting his abilities began to condense into the edge of his sword.
Preserving as much power as possible while minimizing waste.
Not to overwhelm the enemy.
A sword imbued with the will to swing even one more stroke plunged from heaven to earth.
Kwaaaaaang!
A white explosion fell into the heart of the enemy formation.
Namgung Dowi charged through the rising dust cloud.
Kwang!
He rammed into the chest of a half-unconscious enemy and sliced cleanly through the neck of another who was desperately trying to raise his shield.
'One more step!'
The enemies weren’t cleared yet.
In the past, he would have swung his sword one more time to finish them off completely.
But instead, Namgung Dowi pushed off the ground and pressed forward.
The martial artists of Evil Tyrant Alliance instinctively thrust their spears at him in panic.
Their level of training must have been extraordinary—even the spear strike they made in a fluster was extremely sharp.
But at that moment.
Kagagang!
The spears aimed at Namgung Dowi were deflected in an instant.
"Keep going!"
From behind, Baek Cheon had stepped in to defend him and swiftly cutting down those who targeted Namgung Dowi's flank.
Namgung Dowi was already charging ahead before Baek Cheon could finish his words.
Now he understands how trust was built.
A person’s character? Their grand ideals? Their status? That would be laughable.
Perhaps they mattered outside the battlefield, but here they held not even the weight of a grain of rice.
On this battlefield, trust means only one thing.
Knowing what was built into your comrade’s sword. That's what it means to trust.
Baek Cheon would never allow Namgung Dowi’s side to be pierced.
Hye Yeon would never stand idly by while an enemy leaped over Namgung Dowi's head.
Namgung Dowi was certain.
If he faltered, someone would willingly take his place, and when he faced danger, Chung Myung would surely come running.
'No need to desperately cry out for them to trust me.'
Just as he evaluated them, they too would evaluate him.
So if he wanted to earn their trust, rather than desperately flaunting and emphasizing what he held, he needed to prove what he had built up in his sword.
Kuung!
Namgung Dowi's foot stamped the ground as if to shatter it.
At the same time, his waist twisted violently as he spun backward.
A stance with only the upper body twisted back while the lower body remained fixed.
This posture didn’t exist in the Twelve Iron Sword Techniques (철검십이식(鐵劍十二式)), the Boundless Azure Sky Sword Technique (창궁무애검법(蒼穹無涯劍法)), or even the Emperor Sword Form (제왕검형(帝王劍形)).
Naturally, it didn't befit the Namgung name.
One must never take their eyes off the enemy.
One must keep the waist straight and face the enemy head-on.
This is an absolute principle that must never be violated in Namgung swordsmanship.
But in this moment, Namgung Dowi broke that principle himself.
Taking his eyes off the enemy meant inviting danger.
But the current Namgung Dowi could afford to do so.
He could do it freely.
Because someone was surely there to cover him.
Paaaaat!
Baek Cheon’s lightning-fast sword deflected the spears aiming for Namgung Dowi.
Hearing the metallic clangs from ahead, Namgung Dowi tightened his grip on his sword.
"Uaaaaaaaaaap!"
Paaaaaat!
Dazzling white light arced outward like a crescent moon from his body as it spun with gathered force.
Like a waterfall pouring forth, tremendous sword energy flew horizontally toward the enemies.
"Heuaat!"
The frontmost martial artists raised their shields in terror.
Kwaaang!
The tremendous impact twisted their wrists.
The shock was so intense their hands felt like they would snap, and blood rushed up and spilled from their mouths.
‘W- We blocked it…’
But then their eyes bulged in horror.
Kagagagak!
The sword energy was cutting through shields made of solid iron.
“N- No…!”
Kwaaaaaaa!
The white sword energy that split man-height thick shields like paper then dug into their bodies.
Even a three-year-old could predict what would happen next.
Taaaaang!
With a sound like a thick rubber band snapping, the bisected body flew through the air like a kicked ball.
It was a sight that not only shattered enemy morale but left even allied forces in stunned silence.
"…Sahyung, in my next life, please send me to Namgung Family."
"Weren't you saying Shaolin before?"
"That man's crossed the line too. What even is that?"
“Stop spouting nonsense and charge, this guy!”
“Ah, seriously!”
Jo-Gol jumped over Namgung Dowi's head who had momentarily lost strength and charged forward.
"I don't want to stand in front of those two! At least give me a mask to cover my face!"
Jo-Gol shouted while raising his sword.
His eyes were frighteningly calm despite his relentless chatter.
When Jo-Gol suddenly charged out, the startled enemies reflexively raised their spears.
But Jo-Gol didn't miss that opening.
“Your stance is wide open, you dumb bastards!”
Shwaeaeaeaek!
Jo-Gol’s sword split into dozens of blade shadows, flying forward like Tang Family’s hidden weapons.
The sword shadows surged through the openings created by the enemies whose movements had grown large from facing Namgung Dowi.
Puuk! Puuk!
It was a swift sword that was difficult to block even at full capacity.
Facing such a sword with a disrupted stance made the outcome painfully predictable.
“Kuaack!”
"Keuuk!"
Those with new holes in their bodies clutched their wounds and stumbled backward.
Just as Jo-Gol was about to chase and launch another attack, someone grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back.
"Huh?"
Pushing Jogol aside, Namgung Dowi stepped forward and shock stepped firmly on the ground.
“No, Sogaju! Don’t push yourself….”
That constant warning against overdoing grated him.
'Those damn Mount Hua bastards.'
They act like it was perfectly natural for them to break bones and tear flesh, yet they look at others with such worried eyes the moment someone so much as breathes heavily.
The distrust he felt in those gazes wasn’t just because Namgung Dowi was bitter.
He knows.
To them, Namgung Dowi still appeared like a strong but inexperienced fledgling.
But they too couldn't have started accumulating experience while dancing with death.
They too must have had their beginnings, their times of inexperience.
'You guys must have picked up swords even then.'
No one would have stood guard saying it was okay to take it easy, like now.
That’s why……!
‘Don’t look down on me!’
Namgung Dowi channels internal strength into his sword.
If they had confidence, he had the pride of being the rightful heir of Namgung.
It no longer felt like a source of pride but rather a heavy burden on his shoulders. Yet, Namgung Dowi had never forgotten that pride for even a moment.
He wasn't leisurely enough to carefully tread the paths others had paved.
If something must be done, he must plunge in even if it was treacherous ground, even if it was a thorny path that tears flesh.
“Taaaaaaaap!”
He swung his sword once again.
Kwaaaaaang.
Enemies caught in the explosive sword energy were flung away without even letting them scream.
“You son of a beast!”
But the continuous burst of sword energy wasn’t as even as before.
Some enemies had managed to withstand it and charged at him.
Just as Namgung Dowi's knees momentarily wavered, someone rushed from behind to stand guard before him.
"Thinking you're so great."
Jo-Gol, no, Chung Myung?
Neither.
Shwaeaeaeaek!
Ten flying daggers shot from Tang Pae’s hands slice through the air.
Twelve Flying Daggers (십이비도(十二飛刀)).
A supreme technique born from Tang Family and perfected by Tang Bo himself.
The absolute flying daggers honed with countless bloodsheds in this very Gangnam began to cleave this battlefield once again.
Not twelve, but ten daggers.
It couldn’t compare to the Twelve Flying Daggers of Tang Bo but against the ordinary martial artists of Evil Tyrant Alliance, it was more than enough.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
The daggers buried themselves up to their hilts in the foreheads of the charging enemies.
They died instantly and fell backward without even a groan.
The art of flying daggers was truly a fearsome martial art.
Once thrown, daggers can rarely be recalled.
This was why practitioners of dagger arts can never demonstrate their true strength in duels or sparring.
The true power of daggers reveals itself only on the battlefield.
The battlefield where there's no need to preserve the enemy's life.
And on a chaotic battlefield where minds easily scatter.
Amidst explosions erupting everywhere and screams echoing all around, what could be more terrifying than stealthily flying daggers?
Chwaralak!
With a flick of fingers, the daggers that had pierced enemy skulls flew through the air was drawn back into Tang Pae's hands.
“Dowi!”
"Yes!"
"Go!"
Tang Pae stepped aside.
As if yielding the path to him.
Namgung Dowi hurled himself forward through the opening Tang Pae had created.
'If I can't even manage this much!'
He stomped down hard on the ground.
His sword soared skyward.
The tip points as if to pierce the endlessly spread sky themselves.
‘I would have no face left to see Father!’
His downward strike powerfully and majestically split the world.
Sword energy as if Namgung Hwang himself had manifested transformed into a massive white light and swept away those who stood in its path.
Kwaaaaaa!
A single strike split the battlefield in half. The brilliant white sword energy flared up like an illusion before vanishing in an instant.
In the eyes of those leading the charge, a clear and distinct path stretching into the gorge was now visible.
"He's opened it!"
“Keep running!”
Just as Namgung Dowi gritted his teeth and was about to dash forward.
“Amitabha.”
Someone lightly tapped his shoulder and stepped ahead.
"Now it's my turn, Siju."
Namgung Dowi, who had exhausted all his internal strength, gasped for breath and chuckled.
“If it’s you, I’ll gladly yield.”
The greatest talent of Shaolin, Hye Yeon, charged forward with an uncharacteristically grim expression on his face.
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