Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1329. Nothing out of the question (3)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Puuk!
“Aaaaaaaah!”
An arrow pierced into his chest. Hainan Sect disciple screamed in pain.
They could deflect merely falling arrows, of course. They hadn’t spent all their years of training in vain.
But there was little they could do about arrowheads that scattered in all directions after breaking upon collision with the sword barrier the elders had erected.
"Keu, keueu..."
The strength drained from his body along with a searing pain as if his chest were being branded. He collapsed to his knees, clutching at his chest.
"Let go!"
In that moment, having somehow noticed, Tang Soso rushed over and forcefully pried his hands away to examine the wound.
“Y- Young miss…. Behind….”
Another broken arrow fragment flew through the air and struck Tang Soso in the back as she sat before the fallen man. But she didn't even blink as she probed the fallen man's wound.
“Hold on!”
Tang Soso gritted her teeth and brought a long needle to his wound. Without a second’s delay, she drove it deep into the wound.
Kwadeuk!
At the same moment, the embedded arrowhead was forced out and emerged from his back.
“Uwaaaaaargh!”
A gut-wrenching scream burst from the man, but Tang Soso held him down firmly while stuffing antidote and hemostatic into the open wound. Her hands were quickly drenched in blood.
At first glance, it seemed an excessively violent method. But there was no other choice. If left alone, the arrowhead would dig deeper, twisting within his body and perhaps even reaching his heart.
If they couldn’t afford the time to carefully cut the wound and extract the arrowhead, this was the safest alternative.
Having bound the wound with lightning-quick movements, Tang Soso left the still-dazed man and launched herself sideways. It was to treat someone who was groaning while clutching an arrow lodged in his neck.
But before she could reach him, he yanked the arrow out himself. Blood gushed forth in torrents.
“N- No!”
Tang Soso screamed and rushed to clamp her hands over his wound.
“Krr, krrrkk....”
Blood frothed from his mouth as the color drained from his face.
"Hold on! Just hold on a little longer! I'll save you so hold on!"
But her cries were futile as the light rapidly drained from the man's eyes. The light of life was fading.
Tang Soso's fingertips trembled faintly. Though the blood touching her hands was still so warm, he was already no longer among the living.
She squeezed her eyes shut and sprang to her feet. She didn’t want to cry, but tears kept welling up and spilling over whenever there was the slightest gap. She could barely see ahead.
But there was no time to wipe her tears, no time to grieve.
He felt helpless. Miserable.
Even when she did everything she could, she couldn’t save the dying. There was no way to prevent the light from fading in the eyes of those desperately looked at her with earnest pleas to save them.
If she had known how agonizing it would be to be a physician, she would never have even touched the art of medicine.
But she pressed on resolutely even as despair gnawed at her. She was the only physician among all those present.
Paaaaang!
At that moment, an enhanced arrow imbued with massive internal energy flew toward her at tremendous speed. Tang Soso noticed this and widened her eyes. Before she could even react, someone shot forward like a thunderbolt and deflected the enhanced arrow in a single strike.
“Sasuk!”
It was Baek Cheon. Gritting his teeth, he glared in the direction the arrow had come from. He wanted nothing more than to charge over and tear those bastards limb from limb. But he couldn’t afford to leave this position.
'Yoon Jong, Jo-Gol! Hurry…!’
All he could do was believe in those who had gone ahead and hold on.
“They’re coming again!”
Baek Cheon's gaze snapped upward. The Hainan Sect elders who had just barely deflected the bombardment hadn’t even had time to steady themselves when another volley of arrows rained down.
'No!'
Baek Cheon soared into the air. Blood vessels stood out in his eyes. Even without help, he had to try something. Otherwise, he would be forced to witness more people dying before his very eyes.
He gathered all the remaining internal energy in his Dantian. But before he could channel it into his sword, someone soared even higher beside him.
“Samae!”
Baek Cheon shouted unconsciously at the sight of that familiar back. Yoo Iseol, who had leaped into the air like a swallow, swung her sword toward the pouring arrows.
Saaaaak!
With a sound like silk being shredded by a sharpened blade, Yoo Iseol’s sword traced a massive circle in the air like a full moon.
The Moon Maiden Sword (월녀검(月女劍)) at its peak.
The arc her blade drew unleashed a sword energy that blocked the pouring arrows like an enormous umbrella amidst a torrential downpour.
"Samae, careful! Cannon fire's coming!"
Baek Cheon shouted urgently. In that moment, something swept past his side at a terrifying speed.
'Dagger?'
What flew creating a vortex through the air was a flying dagger. The dagger spun around violently and shot straight into the forest ahead.
“Aaaaargh!”
Though faint from a distance, the scream was clearly heard.
That dagger had clearly achieved something. Dangpae, who ran a little later than the arrow I had shot, rolled over to avoid the pouring arrows and shouted.
“I can suppress the cannons! Just focus on stopping the arrows, Acting Sect Leader!”
"Yes!"
Baek Cheon landed softly on the ground and felt strength return to his body.
Only two people had been added. Yet instantly they could breathe again. It was a stark reminder of how one master could make an overwhelming difference in the world of martial arts.
Others weren't idle either.
“Fuck! Stop charging ahead and stick to the cliff face!”
Im Sobyeong issued orders while cursing.
“You lot from Mount Hua and sogaju, focus on the cannonballs and don’t waste your strength on the arrows! Elders, block arrows while sticking close enough that the person behind you touches your back! That way, you only need to block above, you idiots!”
In the midst of chaos, orders become a guidepost by their very existence. It didn’t matter whether the one giving the orders was the leader of Evil Sects or anyone else; survival instincts drove everyone to instinctively follow them.
Paaaaat!
Yoo Iseol darted forward at a breakneck pace the moment her feet touched the ground.
“Samae!”
Though Baek Cheon called urgently, Yoo Iseol didn't even turn her head.
Paaaaaaaang!
Perhaps feeling threatened by Yoo Iseol’s actions, a devastatingly fast arrow charged with immense energy hurtled toward her. But Yoo Iseol, maintaining her running speed, swung her sword to strike down the launched enhanced arrow.
Taang!
The sharp sound of steel colliding rang out. The deflected arrow grazed Yoo Iseol’s shoulder, leaving a long gash.
But Yoo Iseol seemed not to care about the wound... No, she ran as if she didn't even know she was hurt. She looked so desperate.
Sensing that something was wrong, Baek Cheon instinctively took a step forward but quickly stopped. Then he bit hard on the inside of his mouth.
Corpses were piling up on the ground. The bodies of Hainan Sect disciples and elders were riddled with arrows, resembling porcupines.
His duty was to protect the people here. To reduce by even one person those who would end up like that.
Though his internal strength was nearly depleted and his trembling hand struggled to hold his sword steady, there was no room for weakness.
Kwaaaang! Kwaaaaaang!
The deafening sounds of cannon fire pierced his ears again, and Baek Cheon leapt toward the incoming cannonballs with fierce determination.
Blood oozed from his bitten lips, but Jo-Gol felt no pain.
Ahead were those archers shooting arrows like rain. It would be easy enough to charge toward them and unleash his rage.
But Jo-Gol suppressed the urge, as if stabbing a knife into his own thigh to anchor himself.
'Where are you!'
There was definitely one nearby. One of those archers firing those damned enhanced arrows! Unless that one was taken out, the main force couldn’t move.
'Where are you!'
Jo-Gol quickly scanned his surroundings. His sharply honed qi-sense spread rapidly in all directions.
Moments later.
“Got you!”
Jo-Gol hunched low and then shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.
Realizing his position had been exposed, the archer immediately fired a barrage of arrows at Jo-Gol. A terrifying barrage. Dozens of enhanced arrows rained down upon Jo-Gol at once.
But Jo-Gol would never fall behind in terms of speed. His sword moved at a speed that seemed to split light, and he struck down all the arrows that flew at him.
"You dog-bastaaaaaard!"
As Jo-Gol's speed did not slow down at all despite the pouring attacks, the archer, his face obscured by a mask, showed a flicker of panic.
Instantly recognizing that the barrage was futile, the archer drew upon every ounce of internal strength and imbued it into his arrow.
Wuuuuung!
When internal strength is channeled into a sword, it resonates. Similarly, the arrow in the archer’s grasp began to writhe like a live fish. Having nocked the arrow, he drew the steel-twisted bowstring to its breaking point with all his might.
Kkigigik!
He aimed at Jo-Gol with his bow drawn to the limit.
But even while knowing Jo-Gol that an arrow with tremendous power was aimed at him, he ran straight forward without dodging.
Their gazes locked as the distance between them rapidly closed.
Paeng!
The archer released the bowstring. The arrow flew straight toward Jo-Gol while rotating fiercely.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
As air twisted toward the arrowhead, a vortex formed in the air. It looked like the wrathful charge of a dragon.
In response, Jo-Gol pulled his sword-holding right hand back past his left shoulder.
"Haap!"
As his cry echoed, he swung his sword with every ounce of strength he had and collided directly with the incoming arrow.
Kaaaaaaaaaah!
A metallic sound close to an explosion rang out sharply.
Despite putting all his strength into the sword, the arrow fully imbued with internal energy advanced as if burrowing into Jo-Gol's sword rather than being deflected. The sound of the arrowhead spinning and gnawing on the sword's surface was eerie.
If it were an ordinary sword, it would have shattered instantly. But the Plum Blossom Sword, forged with the essence of Tang Family’s craftsmanship, stubbornly held its ground against the arrow’s relentless drilling.
And at that moment.
“Taaaaaap!”
Jo-Gol let out a forceful shout as he extended his left hand toward the sword. His hand dyed green with the energy of Mount Hua Bamboo Leaf Palm struck the opposite side of the sword where the arrow had made contact.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The added force finally disrupted the arrow’s trajectory. But the remaining force wasn’t fully nullified, and the arrow grazed Jo-Gol’s side.
A deep, crescent-shaped wound was carved into his side, and on his left hand that had struck the sword face remained a wound deep enough to expose the bone.
But the price paid had brought him within three zhang (about nine meters) of his target.
“Damn it!”
The archer quickly launched his body backward while nocking another arrow from his quiver.
Just as he raised the bow and took aim, a flash of light streaked toward him.
Paaaaaaaat!
The quick sword pierces the archer's neck in an instant.
"Keok..."
A choked gasp escaped him as his body crumpled to the ground, disbelief frozen on his face.
'I couldn't even see it....'
Thud.
Jo-Gol yanked his sword from the archer’s neck, gripping his bleeding left hand tightly as he propelled himself forward.
'Where next!'
The playful and lively expression he usually wore had long since given way to the chilling sword master.
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