Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1315. I think I know (5)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Ugh….”
The eyes of those desperately clinging to the cliff face were tainted with terror.
"Aaaaargh!"
Desperate screams echoed from all around.
Those who jumped toward the gorge a moment ago were being pierced like a skewer by the flying sword energy before they could even touch the ground.
"Ugh...."
At that moment, a headless corpse tumbled from above, spraying blood as it fell.
Above, those demon-like Mount Hua bastards were slaughtering their comrades who clung to the cliff.
Below, the rage-consumed Hainan Sect bastards.
Above, the demon-like Mount Hua Sect bastards.
There was nowhere to run.
The only choices left were to be impaled by the sword energy below or sliced apart by the blades of the demons above.
Death itself wasn't frightening.
If death had been frightening, they wouldn't have taken up the path of martial arts in the first place.
But at the very least, they didn't want to die like this.
They could never imagined this outcome when they jumped from that cliff.
How did it come to this….
Sogok!
In that instant, a sharp pain flared in his hand.
The sword strike from Chung Myung above had severed their hand gripping the cliff.
“Kuaaaaack!”
He fell down screaming.
But the flying sword energy instantly shredded them to pieces before their body could even touch the ground.
Tat!
Chung Myung kicked off the cliff with his feet, glanced at the black-robed enemies falling below and the Hainan Sect disciples striking from beneath, and let out a bitter chuckle
The eyes of Hainan Sect disciples were filled with bloodlust.
And rightly so. Until now, they had been in the position of hunted prey.
But now that they finally stood in a position to easily slaughter their enemies, all their pent-up resentment was bound to explode.
'The situation?'
Still not good.
They had narrowly escaped one crisis, but they were still trapped in the gorge.
Moreover, their advance was delayed by those jumping from above.
It always takes much more effort to get a stopped cart moving again.
But… Chung Myung’s gaze shifted to the very front of their formation.
At the sight of the three standing there, a faint smirk crept onto Chung Myung’s lips.
“Those little chicks.”
Even he had to admit it now.
Those chicks were strong.
Kaaaang!
A charging spear was instantly deflected upward.
Into the opening that had been created, someone dove in and released sword energy like lightning.
Swaeeeeeek!
Twelve sword strikes in a single breath. (十二劍)
Within a gap so brief that even a skilled swordsman would struggle to unleash three strikes, twelve precise thrusts had been executed.
It was an incredibly swift sword technique.
In the first place, spear weapons are meant for thrusting and not blocking.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
Jo-Gol's sword pierced over a dozen holes into his opponent's body in mere moments.
Even so, it was only fair.
Even if they had held a sword or dao instead of a spear, the result wouldn't have been different.
As if even waiting for the opponent to fall was a waste of time, Jo-Gol lunged forward and struck the collapsing opponent's jaw with the handle of his sword.
Kwang!
The opponent's upper body bent backward as if it was about to break with a short and powerful impact.
Into the gap created, Jo-Gol's sword struck once again.
"Aaaaah!"
An enemy who had been pierced through the side screamed in agony and thrust his spear desperately, but Jo-Gol paid it no mind as he advanced forward.
Kaaaaang!
The flying spear was deflected by a sword that sprung out from behind.
Swaeeeeeek!
Jo-Gol's sword energy poured out continuously.
Taking advantage of the staggered enemies, Yoon Jong stepped on Jo-Gol's shoulder and leaped forward then drew his sword horizontally in one breath.
No sooner had they deflected the sword energy that came like lightning than a heavy sword sliced horizontally.
Though they thrust out their spear shaft in panic, Yoon Jong's sword split the iron spear like bamboo.
"Heuk!"
It was truly pure and refined internal strength.
Even when learning the same martial art, the nature and strength of one’s internal strength depend on the individual.
Having trained steadily, patiently, and repeatedly, Yoon Jong's energy was purer and weightier than anyone else's in Mount Hua.
Paaaat!
As the enemies hesitated after their spears were destroyed, Jo-Gol's sword strikes once again poured down upon them.
Chwaaaak!
Hot blood poured from bodies pierced in rapid succession.
"D- Don't panic! Withdraw while striking! Don’t get caught up in their rhythm!”
Some were quick-witted enough.
Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol’s coordination was unlike anything they had ever experienced.
Joint attacks typically involve deploying predetermined forms according to the situation, and thus while powerful, are rigid and inflexible.
But what these two were now displaying wasn't mere joint attack technique.
Though it was merely breathing they had matched together, attacks and defenses intersected more perfectly than masterful joint techniques.
If one gets caught in their flow, they won't be able to do anything.
Therefore, the common move would be to utilize the advantage of long weapons and not give them room to display that excellent rhythm.
Those who heard these words collectively retreated.
Their judgment wasn't wrong.
After all, their only remaining option was to utilize the effectiveness of long weapons.
But they overlooked one thing.
The person they had given space to was none other than a Mount Hua disciple.
As the enemies stepped back, Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong spread out to the left and right as if they had planned it.
Through the created opening, the sword of Mount Hua’s Acting Sect Leader Baek Cheon shot forth.
Hwaaaak!
Countless plum blossom petals burst forth from the edge of Baek Cheon's trembling sword.
The flowing petals surged like a fierce current before filling the gorge.
Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique, Plum Blossom Shadow Creates River (매영조화(梅影造河)).
The fierce current of blood-red petals surged toward the retreating enemies.
The enemies widened their eyes at this absurd sight.
It was impossible for human strength to block such a torrent of sword energy.
But in the confined space of the gorge, there was nowhere to escape either.
The spearman at the front helplessly swung his spear.
As he did, a laugh that was out of place in the situation escaped his mouth.
Kwaaaaaaa!
And before the laughter could die down, the river of plum blossoms engulfed them.
What would happen if humans were thrown into a river made of hundreds of artisan swords? (H: Prev. treasured sword)
As the enemies blocking their way were reduced to shreds of flesh, Jo-Gol surged forward into the open space.
A scream burst from his mouth.
“Wow! Looks like I don’t need Shaolin after all!”
“Shut up and swing your sword, you crazy bastard!”
Jo-Gol's sword relentlessly pierced through the stunned spearmen.
Their sporadic swings in a desperate attempt to resist couldn't penetrate Yoon Jong's solid defense, and Jo-Gol's sword continued to trample on their bodies.
And just as they seemed to have a brief moment to breathe, Baek Cheon’s sword energy surged forward explosively.
The battle took place in a narrow gorge.
Swinging a sword carelessly could harm allies rather than enemies.
Wasn't that why those blocking Mount Hua's advance were armed with spears?
Yet these Mount Hua sword master wielded their swords as if fighting in such a narrow gorge was their specialty.
"Aaaaaargh!"
An unstoppable momentum (파죽지세(破竹之勢)).
Namgung Dowi's sword was mighty, and Hye Yeon's fist was formidable.
Yet the speed at which these three cut down their enemies rendered even Namgung Dowi's sword and Hye Yeon's fists pale in comparison.
Their strikes might not have been perfect, but the destructive power of the combined three different swords was tremendous.
Swaeaeaeaek!
Charging with enough force to not just cut through the wind but tear through space itself, Jo-Gol pierced through trained bodies as easily as bundles of straw.
"B- Back! Fall back!"
As they retreated after being pushed back by Jo-Gol's demon-like momentum, a dark shadow fell across their faces.
When they looked up in panic, plum blossom petals that had explosively bloomed above their heads rained down all at once.
They tried to scream in agony as if their entire bodies were being slashed by razor-sharp blades, but before those screams could escape their throats, a flying sword instantly struck their necks bulging with veins.
Paaaaaaat!
Baek Cheon leaped into the midst of the enemies.
His Plum Blossom Sword swiftly and with utmost precision penetrated the enemies' vital points.
Even in this urgent situation, the sword moved without the slightest tremor, perfectly embodying the ideal that Mount Hua seeks to achieve.
"Push forward!"
"Understood!"
Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong jumped into the opening Baek Cheon had created as if they promised to do so beforehand.
Training is suffering incarnate.
Abuse the body and torment the mind.
Getting wounded, suffering sleepless nights, sometimes harsh enough to make one want to wail.
Thus one day, then another.
Months, and then years.
How many times have they driven themselves beyond limits?
No matter how much they accumulate, it remain invisible.
They don't have even the slightest confidence that they have changed.
Even after surpassing one wall, another blocks the path ahead, and even after climbing a terrible cliff with bare hands, an even higher cliff exists above.
Thus the path of martial art is like walking endlessly on a thorny path with no visible end.
Yet what has been built up and accumulated surely remains at their fingertips, at their sword tips.
Kwagagak!
A steel spear blocked Jo-Gol's sword just in time.
But that was only for a moment, as Jo-Gol's sword rotated fiercely and gnawed at the spear shaft.
'What?'
Kwagagagak!
The sword tore through the spear shaft and drove itself straight into the enemy's heart.
The opponent was shocked and tried to confirm one last time who had killed them.
But Jo-Gol had already moved past them.
No one can stop him. No one can face him.
His sword which has become light itself pierces enemies one after another.
"Those who block get to die!"
Jo-Gol, whose face was red from the rush of blood, shouted at the top of his lungs.
The overwhelming pressure seemed to shake the entire gorge.
'Done.'
Im Sobyeong smirked faintly as he observed the situation ahead.
The enemies were utterly overwhelmed.
At this rate, breaking through the gorge wouldn't be too difficult.
The enemy's tricks must have nearly run dry, and they had already pushed past more than half the gorge.
Rather, Chung Myung's judgment that the narrow gorge would be better for facing greater numbers hadn't been wrong.
'If we just get through here!'
Everything becomes much easier.
Then breaking through Gangnam wouldn't be such a difficult task... It was then.
Im Sobyeong flinched as he sensed something.
He looked back and saw a thick cloud of smoke rising.
Beyond the rising clouds of poisonous smoke, at the narrow end of the gorge, a familiar yet ominous figure appeared.
Step. Step.
Walking leisurely into the gorge, the figure raised his head and scanned the battlefield.
As if to watch all of this unfold.
“…Ho Gamyeong!”
The blood drained from Im Sobyeong's face.
The Military Advisor of Myriad Man Manor and Evil Tyrant Alliance.
The Malice Rakshasa Ho Gamyeong finally caught up with them.
Ho Gamyeong leisurely surveyed his surroundings.
The blood-soaked gorge and the scattered corpses made it abundantly clear how fiercely the battle had been fought.
"I'm a bit late."
But even so, the forces of Hainan Sect and Heavenly Comrade Alliance were still trapped in this gorge.
“Still… not completely late. That’s all that matters.”
Im Sobyeong frantically turned his head.
And then he shouted at Baek Cheon with the loudest voice he had ever used in his life.
“Acting Sect Leader! Hurry!”
As he screamed as if coughing blood, Ho Gamyeong's gaze turned toward Im Sobyeong.
His eyes were cold.
"Your struggle is commendable, but this is as far as you go, little rats."
Ho Gamyeong raised his hand and pointed forward.
“Leave no one alive.”
The moment that command fell.
From the towering cliffs on both sides, the armies of Myriad Man Manor, weapons drawn, charged like hell demons that had not seen fresh meat in hundreds of years.
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