Chapter 1311



Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1311. I think I know (1)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo


- Poison cannot defeat absolute master.

That’s certainly true.

- The Sichuan Tang clan has never produced a world-class absolute master. This is due to the clear limitations of poison.

That too might not be wrong.

- If Tang Family does not change, it will never rise above being second best.

That's a bitter but accurate statement.

The poison of Sichuan Tang Family has never made them the greatest sect under Heaven, nor has it made any Tang Family member the greatest martial artist under Heaven.

Thus, Sichuan Tang Family was destined to remain the ruler of Sichuan, not ruler of the world.

But to all these statements, Tang Pae had only one response,

'So what's the problem?'

Among those who pointed out Tang Family’s weaknesses, was there anyone who wanted to become their enemy?

Were there any forces who dared wage war against this supposedly flawed Tang Family?

None. He can confidently say none.

A sect full of shortcomings.

Yet, revered and feared than any other sect in the world.

Even with its flaws, Tang Family is Tang Family, and even if it can't become the greatest, it remains Tang Family.

Hwaaaaaaa.

Black poison smoke billows from within Tang Pae's sleeve.

It rose like fumes spewing from the depths of hellfire.

Poison smoke so thick that even trained martial artists vision cannot penetrate it rode Tang Pae's fist force and engulfed the Blood Robed Ones.

“Thi- This!”

The blood-red martial artists' faces instantly turned pale.

Hadn’t they already seen with their own eyes what happens to someone enveloped in that black poison smoke?

They had to avoid it. They absolutely could not be swept up in it!

But even knowing this, there was no way out.

Because this was a gorge. A narrow gorge blocked by sheer cliffs on both sides.

Their rear blocked by allies, so they could only move forward or upward.

But Tang Pae's poisonous smoke had already blotted out the sky above them in an ominous black haze.

"Withdraw!"

Someone shouted.

Those who received the command retreated in perfect coordination.

In battle, retreating while pursuing an enemy is never an acceptable option.

But charging in despite seeing that poison smoke would be like falling face-first with a knife in one's mouth.

So what choice did they have?

Having chosen to withdraw first, they moved quickly.

But there was no way Tang Pae would allow them to retreat so easily.

Swaeaeaeaek!

Something shot out rapidly through the thick poison smoke like volcanic ash erupting from an exploding volcano.

"Heuk!"

Those who had been retreating in an orderly manner let out startled gasps.

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

“Keuk!”

“Euk!”

Groans burst from their lips as they were wounded without even understanding how.

They were no strangers to pain, but the sudden and unexpected attacks drew instinctive cries from their lips.

"Don't panic and withdraw! It's nothing... spe...cial..."

The loud voice giving orders was abruptly cut off.

The bodies of those wounded swayed.

The wounded figures stumbled as their vision began to spin.

‘P- Poison?’

These were serious poisoning symptoms.

But when? They hadn’t even touched the poisonous smoke.

A person swaying from severe dizziness suddenly looked down at their arm.

There was a tiny wound.

It was a minuscule wound that looked no more than a child's playful scratch, but the surrounding skin was turning purple.

‘F- From such a small wound…?’

These were Hao Sect's pursuit squad.

Due to the nature of their missions, they were well-acquainted with poisons.

Thus, all members had built up considerable poison resistance.

But what kind of poison could affect them so quickly from such a minuscule dose?

The amount of poison on the hidden weapon that grazed their arms couldn't have been even a single drop!

"Keu, keu..."

Thick purple veins began to bulge out all over the blood-red man's body.

It looked like it was about to burst through the skin at any moment.

The extreme dizziness and searing pain made it difficult to even stand properly.

But the most terrifying part was that their bodies refused to move as if though paralyzed.

A black poisonous smoke slowly appeared in the eyes of the blood-red man.

The sight of black poison smoke spreading slowly was no different from death approaching.

He opened his bloodshot eyes wide.

'N- No...!'

Hwaaaaaak!

Before their thoughts could even finish, the poisonous smoke engulfed them.

Ppudeuk.

As more blood-red martial artists were swallowed by the poison smoke, Gwak Cheol (조종(租宗)) ground his teeth furiously.

He had lost nearly ten of his subordinates in mere moments.

Without being able to lift a finger.

‘To someone like that!’

Gwak Cheol’s eyes gleamed with rage.

The moment they entered the gorge, he noticed that Tang Pae's martial prowess was not particularly threatening.

Someone like him could have been instantly overwhelmed with just four or five subordinates.

But the result was the opposite.

Far from overwhelming him, his subordinates were now half-melted corpses scattered across the ground.

‘What kind of poison is this?’

Who wouldn't know that Tang Family's poisons are the greatest in the world? (조종(租宗))

There was a reason Tang Family is called the Ancestral Sect of Ten Thousand Poisons (만독의 조종(租宗)).

The poisons of Tang Family are something feared by every sect under heaven.

But even so, he had never heard of a poison with this kind of lethality.

"Daeju!"

Gwak Cheol bit his lip hard.

The poison smoke was spreading even now.

Common sense tells them to fall back until the poisonous smoke fully dissipates and then re-engage.

But until when?

If the poison that damned Tang Pae had unleashed was all he had, that might have been a valid plan.

But who could say how much more poison he had hidden away in those wide sleeves?

If they weren't careful, they might end up just watching until the enemies broke through the gorge without being able to do anything.

And if that happened, Gwak Cheol would not survive either.

"... Breakthrough."

“Da- Daeju?”

"Use fist force to disperse the poison. It’s nothing special so long it doesn’t touch your body. Kill him."

The order was given.

Disobedience wasn't an option. Only obedience remained.

The momentary confusion that had clouded their faces vanished and was replaced by a chilling killing intent gleaming in the blood-red martial artists' eyes.

"Go!"

Paaaaat!

The blood-red martial artists charged forward and forward with relentless determination.

They sheathed their swords and poured every ounce of their internal strength into their hands.

But at that very moment, from within the dense poison smoke where one couldn't see an inch ahead, daggers with a greenish tint suddenly burst forth.

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

Daggers the size of a child's palm buried themselves to the hilt in the heads of those at the front.

Had these daggers been launched in full view by Tang Pae in plain sight, they would have had no trouble dodging them.

Flying daggers are extremely dangerous, but also simple weapons.

But the poison smoke completely blocking their vision combined with the situation that forced them to full charges has transformed the ordinary flying daggers into entirely different weapons.

Teolsseok! Teolsseok!

Those who leaped over their collapsing comrades who couldn't even scream gritted their teeth and unleashed fist force.

“Haaaaap!”

So desperate were they that these silent pursuers, usually defined by stealth and subtlety, screamed in frustration.

Peoeoeng! Peoeoeng!

The blasts of fist force one after another pushed back the creeping poisonous smoke.

When they saw that the smoke could be dispersed, a glimmer of confidence returned to their eyes.

“Enter!”

As those who had unleashed their energy paused momentarily, those behind stepped forward to take their place and unleashed another surge of internal strength.

The movement was as if it had been practiced dozens of times despite being an improvised response to this unprecedented situation.

It was a clear testament to how well-trained and disciplined these people were.

No matter how extraordinary the poisonous smoke, it means nothing if it doesn't touch the body.

They pushed away the poison regained their confidence and moved forward.

Their response was undoubtedly not wrong.

If that poison was all Tang Pae had.

"Push in with one breath..."

Paaaat!

The color of the poison smoke seemed to shift from black to crimson in an instant.

Those at the forefront instinctively drew their swords—not out of reason, but out of pure survival instinct.

And that instinct saved them.

Kagagagak!

Something entangled with their thin swords thrust out half-unconsciously.

'Net?'

A crimson net dripping with venom had lunged at them through the poison fog and was now wrapped around their blades.

Had they tried to stop that net with their bare hands, their fate would have been horrifyingly obvious.

'I, I lived....'

That reddish net must be thoroughly coated with Tang Family's vicious poison.

Just a touch would have been enough to reduce flesh to a puddle of crimson pulp.

Those who had blocked it with their swords let out sighs of relief.

But one person, sensing a cold chill from above, snapped his head upwards.

Above their heads something...

'Hm?'

There was nothing.

There was nothing in his eyes.

All he could see was the clouded sky above.

The man suppressed the unease bubbling inside him and lowered his gaze.

But then, a chilling thought froze him in place.

'Wait?'

Cloudy sky? Was the sky originally cloudy today?

His eyes went wide.

"Ah..."

It was not cloudy.

The sky was covered by something.

Like looking up at the sky from Tibet's sandy desert, as if something was blocking their vision...

Before the brain could organize its thoughts, the mouth opened first.

"Dodge! Above!"

He tried to retract his sword and throw himself backward, but the tightly entangled net did not easily let them go.

In desperation, they let go of their swords and flung themselves away, but that moment of hesitation determined their fate.

Chwaaaaaaaa!

The sound of an approaching tide filled the air as something rained down from above and struck them.

‘Sand?’

It didn't hurt. Not even wounds.

Just tiny grains of sand covering their bodies.

But they realized what was happening.

They had to realize.

Duguen.

A sensation like a needle lightly piercing their skin spread across their bodies.

Their eyes darkened with despair and terror.

They had heard of it.

Tang Family’s sand.

The fine sand penetrates the skin and pores and poisons people.

The extremely poisonous sand for which no antidote exists.

It is a poison said to not only take one’s life but even sever their soul.

"S- Soul-Severing Sand (단혼사(斷魂沙))!"

Pain like hundreds of sharp razors shredding their entire body assaulted them.

Those caught in the cloud screamed like wild beasts then collapsing and writhing on the ground.

Their bodies shook continuously.

The pain was so intense that even unconsciousness was denied them.

All they could do was spew out horrific groans and convulse, wishing someone would end their lives.

Swaeaeaeaek!

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

At that moment, several daggers pierced through the poisonous smoke and embedded themselves in the blood-red martial artists' skulls.

Thud. Thud.

Those writhing in agony collapsed lifelessly like rotting sacks of straw.

Perhaps they felt grateful to Tang Pae the moment their lives were cut short.

The smoke finally subsided.

Tang Pae emerged, casually retracting his daggers with a flick of his finger.

Tak.

Holding ten flying daggers in his hand, Tang Pae quietly spoke while staring at the blood-red martial artists who dared not approach.

“Let me ask you.”

“….”

“Will my poison run out first, or will all of you die first?”

The blood-red martial artists' shoulders flinched.

Tang Pae said with a smile.

"I think I already know?”

The flying daggers once again split the air like rays of light.

Just like they had so long ago, in the very land where the daggers of Tang Family shone brightest.




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