Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1326. Nothing out of the question (1)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Euaaaappp!”
Tang Pae hurled his daggers with every ounce of strength he could muster.
When deploying throwing weapons in battle, one must always plan for retrieval.
But at this moment, not even a speck of such thought existed in Tang Pae's mind.
Only the single-minded determination to somehow block the enemy.
“Eat this!”
Pooong! Pooong! Pooong!
And simultaneously, dense black poisonous smoke erupted throughout the gorge where the Blood Sword Platoon was charging.
The Blood Sword Platoon gritted their teeth as they swatted away the daggers and charged headlong into the poisonous smoke.
They were resolved to not give the enemy a chance to retreat even if it meant being poisoned.
But what greeted them after piercing through the poisonous smoke that made it impossible to see even an inch ahead was none other than Yoo Iseol's sword.
Sararak!
Yoo Iseol's sword was swung gracefully yet decisively and flew in an arc toward the necks of those charging in.
A graceful sword that would have been difficult to block even under normal circumstances.
For those who stumbled out of the poisonous smoke in disarray into her blade, their fates were already sealed.
Puuuut!
A fountain of blood gushed from necks cleanly severed by her sword.
Yoo Iseol's sword was one that efficiently cut only the enemy's vital points. Those struck by it often died without excessive wounds.
But the cuts left by Yoo Iseol's sword today were noticeably deeper and larger than usual.
“Euaaaaa!”
Tang Pae darted past Yoo Iseol’s side and hurled every hidden weapon he had left up his sleeve.
Fearsome hidden weapons symbolizing Tang Family—Cow Hair Needles (우모침(牛毛針)), Ghost King Decree (귀왕령(鬼王令)), Soul-Severing Sand (단혼사(斷魂沙))—scattered in chaotic mixture.
But those randomly scattered hidden weapons proved undeniably effective.
Those who had barely managed to pass through the poisonous smoke had no hope of fending off the needles, liquids, and sand that rained upon them like crazy.
“Kuaaaaargh!”
Needles pierce through bodies, sand and liquid beginning to dissolve skin.
Even the renowned Blood Sword Platoon would scream at the terrible pain caused by those hidden weapons.
“Let’s go!”
As screams echoed from within the poisonous smoke, Tang Pae spun around and ran full speed ahead without looking back.
“Not yet!”
The moment Chung Myung raises his sword and was about to kill those bursting forth, something firmly grabbed his hand.
Yoo Iseol grabbed Chung Myung's wrist forcibly and pulled him along at full speed before he could even react.
She pulled so strongly that pain shot through his wrist and shoulder.
"Sago!"
“Follow!”
Chung Myung was about to say something, but Yoo Iseol cut him off with a sharp yell that left no room for argument.
For a moment, Chung Myung blanked out and looked back at Yoo Iseol. He knew this was no time to take his eyes off the enemy, but her unexpected action caught him off guard that much.
A shout?
Yoo Iseol?
Chung Myung tried to say something again, but Yoo Iseol was too firm. As if she absolutely would not allow Chung Myung to fight again.
Only then did Chung Myung's gaze catch sight of what lay ahead in the gorge.
He could see it.
The end of the cursed gorge was finally in sight.
Baek Cheon and the sword warriors of Mount Hua were breaking through that end.
“Euuaaaappp!”
Kwaaaaang!
A massive white sword energy erupted. Namgung Dowi, having gathered whatever strength he could muster, lent his support to those leading the charge.
The enemies were desperately trying to block their path, but they were hopelessly outnumbered.
The narrow and steep gorge was simply too disadvantageous for them to halt the thoroughly trained sword masters of Mount Hua.
"Damn it! They're coming again!"
Tang Pae let out a scream. Chung Myung instinctively turned to run back, but Yoo Iseol grabbed his collar from behind with her sword-wielding hand and forcefully yanked him forward.
“Run!”
"But behind…”
“I said run!”
Chung Myung flinched and turned to look at her. Her eyes brimmed with unrestrained fury as she glared at him.
He would swear he had never seen Yoo Iseol make such an expression before.
No, he hadn’t even imagined Yoo Iseol was capable of making such an expression—not once.
“Eeuaaaaaa!”
Tang Pae hurled his remaining hidden weapons in a frenzy.
The hidden weapons arsenal in his sleeves was nearly depleted.
But now wasn’t the time to save them. He had to do whatever it took to delay the enemy, even for just a moment.
“Tang Sogaju!”
"Yes!"
"Grab him and run!"
At that moment, Yoo Iseol threw Chung Myung at Tang Pae and moved to the rear.
“This damned dog!”
The Blood Sword Platoon members, covered in poison and hidden weapons, swung their thin swords at Yoo Iseol while pouring out killing intent from their eyes.
A thin sword is a weapon that demonstrates its true power when thrusting rather than swinging.
The fact that they swung their swords despite knowing this meant they too were excited.
Kagang!
Yoo Iseol’s sword stretched out in the shortest arc, intercepting the incoming strikes mid-air.
But as soon as their blades clashed and recoiled, two more thin swords thrust toward Yoo Iseol’s body as if to skewer her entirely.
The crushing pressure felt as though it would shatter her body, but amidst that pressure, Yoo Iseol's sword was swung without an inch of hesitation.
Kaaang!
Sword energy drawing a perfect circle in the air struck away the incoming swords simultaneously.
Her eyebrows twitched faintly.
Despite deflecting thin swords twice as thin as Mount Hua's already slim swords, a dull pain radiated in her wrist.
A stinging sensation prickled her skin as if it had been grazed by razors despite her body remain untouched.
The clash of two forces fully committed to life and death.
The battlefield's pressure ate away at Yoo Iseol's stamina several times faster than usual. \
But.
Swaeaeaek!
Nevertheless, Yoo Iseol's sword swung without wavering, pushing back the enemy's swords and flying toward their necks with supreme speed.
Chaeng! Chaeng! Kwadeuk!
Two blocked the blow, but one failed.
The sensation of a sword cutting through flesh and lodging in bone. Yoo Iseol felt the grotesque sensation for barely a moment before she withdrew her sword and pushed off the ground, retreating in a single fluid motion.
"Keuk!"
“This wench!”
Fire sparked in the eyes of the Blood Sword Platoon members.
Just as they were about to pounce again, fine sand like dust scattered over their heads.
The Blood Sword Platoon members swung their swords in panic, striking away the sand pouring down from above their heads.
But no matter how fiercely they swung their swords, it was impossible to block every grain.
The sand that slipped past their frenzied strikes pierced their skin.
“Grrrkkk…...”
Black-tinged bloody foam bubbled up from the mouth of a Blood Sword Platoon member who couldn't overcome the poison.
Another man who ran after the poisoned one pushed the faltering Blood Sword Platoon member off the cliff, then ran towards Yoo Iseol while letting out a beast-like howl.
“Dieeee!”
The blade descended from above with overwhelming force. The sheer weight of the energy imbued in the strike was evident even without taking the hit.
A slash that seemed to stake everything on a single strike. Just as Yoo Iseol bit her lip and prepared to meet that slash.
Paaaaat!
A crimson sword energy sliced through the air, brushing past Yoo Iseol’s neck and piercing clean through the charging enemy’s throat.
The charging man was flung backward by the momentum as if hit by a cannon.
Red blood sprayed like a fountain from his pierced throat, raining blood across the gorge.
Paaaaat! Paaaaat!
The necks of the Blood Sword Platoon members, who charged forward without losing momentum despite their comrades' deaths, were pierced one after another by the flying sword energy.
Seeing this sight, Yoo Iseol bit her lip hard and swung her sword again.
'This one's mine!'
The moment her sword split the air like a beam of light and buried itself in a charging Blood Sword Platoon member's neck.
Puuuk!
The sound of sword tearing through flesh. As she realized that the sound was overlapping with something else, her gaze instinctively dropped downward.
Emerging from the chest of the opponent she had just cut down, a blood-soaked blade shot forward and flew directly toward Yoo Iseol's solar plexus.
Her eyes widened in shock.
An obvious trick if watched from behind.
But for someone who had just unleashed their full strength on an opponent, there could be no more vicious technique.
Realizing instinctively that it was too late to react, she could only watch as the sword was about to pierce her abdomen. But then her eyes caught another incoming sword energy.
Kaaaaaaang!
Crimson sword energy flying like lightning instantly struck away the sword attacking Yoo Iseol.
The sword bounced off and split the Blood Sword Platoon member's body in two with a single stroke, and Go Yang with a distorted face like a possessed man charged through the gushing blood as if having a seizure.
"You damn bastard!"
He was sick of it.
There was no better way to describe Go Yang at this moment.
The platoon leaders of Myriad Man Manor, whom none would dare take as subordinates except Jang Ilso.
One of those infamous people, Go Yang, was doggedly following them as if to prove that world assessment of them was not exaggerated but rather understated.
"Move!"
But Go Yang doesn't even consider Yoo Iseol who stands in his way.
His eyes were fixed on Chung Myung behind Yoo Iseol. The wounded beast gasping for breath.
Everything has its moment.
And now was the decisive moment. If he lets him slip away now, he'll have to go through that arduous process again.
And even then, his certainty that he could definitely catch Chung Myung at the end of that process was now crumbling.
So it had to be now. He must see this through to the end right here and now.
But Yoo Iseol had no intention of letting him pass so easily.
Swaeaeaek!
The paradox of being swift and sharp yet supremely gentle.
Yoo Iseol’s sword, which had brought that paradox to reality, swung gently as it came to split Go Yang's body horizontally.
Kagang!
Go Yang deflects the sword without so much as taking a breath.
As if trying to shake off something annoying, he slashed at Yoo Iseol's torso. But his sword was deflected and her blade, as if anticipating this, drew a circle in the air and aimed for Go Yang's neck once more.
"Eut!"
A short groan burst from Go Yang's lips.
Kang! Kaang! Kang!
Go Yang and Yoo Iseol's swords collided repeatedly in the air.
“You…!”
Go Yang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Her blade clung to him relentlessly. No matter how many times he strikes it away, it comes again as if it had expected just that.
It was a swordsmanship eerily reminiscent of Chung Myung's. But this sword with its clearly different grain was grating on Go Yang's nerves with all its might.
“Damn you!”
Paaaaaaat!
Just as Go Yang was about to burst with fury, lightning-like sword energy burst out from behind Yoo Iseol's shoulder.
Go Yang twisted his body violently to evade the strike, but the aura pierced through his side without mercy.
Blood surged from Go Yang’s mouth.
Though his internal organs were unharmed, the sword energy that pierced through his body completely shook his insides.
Go Yang glared behind Yoo Iseol with bloodshot eyes.
Standing just behind her was Chung Myhung, his predator-like gaze fixed on Goyang like that of a hunter stalking its prey.
'Hunted?'
Him, being hunted?
“You…!”
As Go Yang could not stand the boiling anger and was about to lash out.
Hwaaaaaaak!
A massive river of blossoming plum petals surged forth before his eyes.
Before him?
No, farther!
Plum blossom petals rising like rapids at the gorge's end swept away those resisting in one breath.
And soon the flowing sword energy, like a river flowing to the sea, spread out from the narrow valley onto the vast plain.
Which meant…
“It’s open!”
Baek Cheon.
Having crushed the final line of resistance, he looked out to see the expansive land beyond. At last, the seemingly endless gorge had revealed its exit.
Baek Cheon clenched his fists at the sight and roared at the top of his lungs.
“Everyone run! Get out of the gorge!”
“Let’s goooo!”
“Let’s goeeeeeeeeee!”
“Euuaaaaaattt!”
Even Yoon Jong joined in with a shout in response to Jo-Gol's cry.
Hainan Setc disciples, their morale surging a hundredfold, shouted themselves hoarse as they sprinted toward the open path ahead.
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