Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1317. Have you ever seen hell? (2)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
A moment of absolute crisis.
In that fleeting moment when breath halts and the heart tightens, Hye Yeon’s fist tore through the air behind Tang Pae.
Paaaaaat!
A dozen fist shadows exploded forth with overwhelming force.
Unlike his usual heavy and deliberate fist force, these incomparably swift fist strikes consecutively blasted away the charging Myriad Man Manor martial artists.
Kwadeuk!
The jaw of one of the enemies shattered instantly from Hye Yeon’s fist.
Blood and broken teeth spewed out as the body was hurled backward.
Hye Yeon gritted his teeth.
In his haste to unleash his strikes, he had no time to consider the enemy’s lives.
Of course, they would soon lose their lives due to the poison.
He knew that.
But knowing it didn’t change the fact that he had ended their lives with his fists.
Without even giving him a moment to pray for the souls, the enemies charged again like mad dogs.
“Keuk!”
In the brief moment Hye Yeon had bought, Tang Pae regained his composure and flung poison pellets with lightning speed.
Pueong! Pueong!
Dense black poisonous smoke repeatedly burst forth, but poison pellets alone without Poison Palm Technique couldn't dominate the entire gorge.
A pack of starved jackals rushed in through the gap in the smoke.
That wasn't all.
Kagagagak!
From above came the scraping sound of steel against rock.
Those who had climbed the cliff were embedding their swords into the cliff face, lifting their bodies, and attempting to descend upon Tang Pae and Hye Yeon all at once.
"Above!"
"Yes!"
Hye Yeon immediately unleashed a flurry of punches at the incoming enemies in front of him.
At the same time, thin Cow Hair Needles (우모침(牛毛針)) erupted from Tang Pae’s sleeves and rained upon the descending Myriad Man Manor martial artists.
Kwang! Kwang!
Those charging from the front were thrown back as bloody pulp by Hye Yeon's fists, but those attacking from above didn’t stop even after being pierced by the Cow Hair Needles needles all over their bodies.
“Keuhaaaaap!”
A horrifying pain surged through them as the countless fine needles pierced their flesh.
But weren't Myriad Man Manor martial artists the kind of fanatics who would swing their blades even with swords piercing their hearts?
Tang Pae’s martial arts lacked the sheer stopping power to halt such opponents.
The panicked Tang Pae thrust his hand into his sleeve again.
However, the Myriad Man Manor martial artist’s sword struck his head faster than his hand could pull out.
At that very moment when Tang Pae's eyes widened.
Pararararak!
The crescent-shaped energy began to descend leisurely, in a way that did not seem appropriate for the chaotic battlefield.
It was like a butterfly landing gently on a blooming flower.
That energy gently touched the wrist of the Myriad Man Manor martial artist targeting Tang Pae.
The trained martial artist’s wrist split in an instant.
This was just the beginning.
The successive crescent-shaped fan energy (선기(煽氣)) poured into the bodies of the Myriad Man Manor martial artists descending upon Tang Pae.
Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!
Movements as light as the flutter of a butterfly's wings.
But the results were anything but light.
Black poisonous blood gushed out from the torn body.
Kung!
The breathless Myriad Man Manor martial artist collapsed lifelessly to the side.
Seeing this, Tang Pae was about to turn his head when a thunderous shout pierced his ears.
“Get a grip!”
“No- Nokrim King!”
“Stop wasting your energy trying to stop what can’t be stopped! Focus on what you can do! Others will handle the rest!”
Tang Pae quickly nodded at the words.
His poison couldn't completely stop their charge anyway.
Then he should at least lighten the burden on others.
Chaeng! Chaeng!
He broke the poison bottles one after another and unleashed his energy all at once.
The Poison Palm Technique of Tang Family spread far and wide all the way to the back of the gorge.
He abandoned the idea of using poison to block their advance.
Instead, he aimed to poison everyone charging from behind as well.
The thinly spread poison enveloped the enemy.
The Myriad Man Manor martial artist gritted their teeth as they saw the incoming poisonous smoke.
It wasn’t so thick that they couldn't see ahead as it was a little while ago.
But this was still poison from Tang Family.
If they charged in like this, the result was obvious.
Knowing this, the Myriad Man Manor martial artist didn’t stop but rather gained momentum.
The result would be the same either way.
Once the order to charge was given, Ho Gamyeong's command wouldn't change.
If they hesitated and stopped amidst the incoming poison, their necks would be severed by the swords flying in from behind instead of the poison.
Therefore, their only path to survival was straight ahead!
Madness flashed in Myriad Man Manor martial artist's eyes.
They all shouted in unison and charged into the poisonous smoke.
"Those madmen!"
Im Sobyeong spat out harshly.
He too could make his subordinates strong.
If given enough time, and if he could mold Nokrim bandits to his will, he could raise elites no inferior to the Myriad Man Manor martial artists within ten years at least.
But that wouldn’t put Nokrim on the same level as Myriad Man Manor.
Myriad Man Manor is Myriad Man Manor. They stand unrivaled even among Evil Sects.
The reason why Myriad Man Manor, a sect with a short history, was able to become one of Five Great Evil Sects and ultimately claim the center of Evil Tyrant Alliance wasn't just because they were strong.
Because they were the craziest across the entire Evil Sects.
Originally, weak loyalty among members making control difficult was like an incurable chronic disease of Evil Sects.
Wasn't that why they've repeatedly lost to Righteous Sects despite always overwhelming them in numbers?
But Myriad Man Manor was different.
Their unity and loyalty easily surpass those of Righteous Sects.
No matter how hard Im Sobyeong tried, he couldn't draw out such blind loyalty.
That insane unity had already surpassed the bounds of Evil Sects…
No, hadn't it transcended the realm of martial artists altogether?
"Fall back..."
Just as Im Sobyeong was about to shout a command, a group instantly flew past him and rushed toward the rear.
“Hainan Sect?”
Im Sobyeong’s eyes widened.
The elders of Hainan Sect charged from behind, passing not just Im Sobyeong but also Hye Yeon and Tang Pae to clash with Myriad Man Manor's vanguard.
“Come at us, you vile bastards!”
“This is Hainan Sect’s fight! You will not take a single step back without overcoming us first!”
“Die, you filthy Myriad Man Manor dogs!”
Shwaaaaaaa!
With a sound like a gigantic wave crashing, the tidal wave-like sword energy released by Hainan Sect elders swept away the Myriad Man Manor martial artists all at once.
"...Huh."
A hollow breath escaped Im Sobyeong's lips.
These were the very people who had barely been of any use on their way here.
Burdened by the need to protect their disciples, they had often held everyone back.
But now the shackles called 'disciples' were released.
They were proving why Hainan Sect was counted among Ten Great Sects and what kind of existence such elders of Haenam were.
A desperate retreat they never imagined they would experience in their lifetimes.
Their swords, weighed down by that suffocating pressure, were now unleashing every ounce of their pent-up frustration and wrath.
Chwaaaaaak!
Ocean-blue sword energy, reminiscent of the sea's raging waves, shot forth in layers.
This was the culmination of decades of steady training and accumulated internal strength by Righteous Sects martial arts masters.
Although martial artists of Myriad Man Manor were said to be elite among Evil Sects, there was no way that an ordinary member could handle the internal strength contained in the swordsmanship of Ten Great Sect elder-level masters.
Kagagang!
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
"Kuaaaaaak!"
Just as a person cannot do anything against the tidal wave no matter how strong they were, the fate of the Myriad Man Manor martial artist who dared to block the sword energy was obvious.
If you swing the sword and hit it, it will break, and if you block it with force, it will be swept away by the internal energy.
"Cut off all their breath!"
Geum Yangbaek shouted in a resounding voice as he unleashed his sword.
The blue sword energy emanating from his blade cleaved through the air and crashed into the enemy ranks at the rear.
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists who had been watching for an opportunity to strike from behind were mercilessly swept away and cut by the sudden sword energy.
“Aaaaargh!”
“My arm! My arm!”
Whether soldiers or martial artists, there is one reason they can fight with their lives on the line.
Because those who have reached the front lines are already only half in their right minds.
But conversely, those who haven't yet reached the front lines haven't been completely stricken by madness.
Fear flashed in the eyes of the Myriad Man Manor martial artists who witnessed the massacre unfolding right before them.
"Don't let a single one through!"
Geum Yangbaek shouted.
"Yes!"
In response, the elders of Hainan Sect shouted back with veins bulging on their necks.
Breaking through Guangdong had been like traversing hell itself.
It wasn't just Hainan Sect disciples who were tempered in this journey.
Even the swords of the elders, who had spent decades in tranquil seclusion on their peaceful island, now brimmed with killing intent and ferocity unlike ever before.
Kwadeuk!
Each swing of the elders' swords mercilessly cut down the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor.
Black poisoned blood reluctantly gushed from the mouths of those whose necks were instantly pierced.
Paat!
The elders, withdrawing their swords without delay, didn't merely hold their position but stepped one pace forward.
Though their duty was to defend, their hatred for the enemy compelled them forward.
“Come at me! You filthy Myriad Man Manor bastards!”
Their eyes overflowed with killing intent.
"Huaaaaaap!"
The difference in skill was undeniable.
At least to Myriad Man Manor martial artists charging at the front now, this formation of Hainan Sect elders was like an impenetrable iron wall.
But the Myriad Man Manor martial artists charged into said iron wall without a moment's hesitation.
Like birds trying to shatter a bell with their heads, they willingly threw their lives away at the elders.
Sogok! Sogok!
The waves of sword energy tore through flesh and sliced bodies apart.
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists continued to swing their swords even as their hearts were cut, and even with their waists severed and falling to the ground, they swung their swords aiming for the elders' legs.
They were ghosts in human skin.
Malice that seeks to harm the opponent even as life extinguishes!
But Hainan Sect elders were equally ruthless.
Puk!
A sword pierced the nape of a Myriad Man Manor martial artist, cutting short his final desperate swing.
The sword that cut through the heart instantly severed the neck of those still with strength.
Kwadeuk!
A gruesome sound echoed.
The sound of swords catching on ribs as they dug into Myriad Man Manor martial artists' chests.
The pain of the sword tearing through the chest was indescribable.
A situation deserving screams until throats burst, but Myriad Man Manor martial artists, consumed by battlefield madness, seemed numb to the pain as they clutched the sword embedded in their chest with both hands.
“Heuk?”
Not missing that momentary gap when the elder's sword was sealed, blades rushed in from left and right.
The elder had one choice—to let go of the sword and retreat.
But what blocked this obvious choice was the teaching that a sword warrior must never release their sword until life ends.
The words he had heard his entire life ultimately kept him holding onto the sword.
Sogok! Sogok!
The blades cut through Hainan Sect elder's body vertically and horizontally.
Blood soon gushed from the grotesque wounds.
"You, you bastards!"
The life of one they had shared decades with was fading.
The eyes of the other elders who faced that death before them were seething with extreme malice and killing intent.
They slashed, stabbed, killed, and cursed.
A scene that has continued endlessly since the inception of Kangho.
Righteousness and Evil. On the lone path where those walking different paths confront each other, the same sight always occurs.
What they pursued, what they sought to gain, or even the reason they fought in the first place, all faded into irrelevance.
Everyone had become mere beasts, indiscriminately cutting and slaughtering those before them.
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