Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1333. Just remember that name (3)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
For a moment, it felt as though the world had been crushed and distorted.
Amidst them, one thing that stood out was the narrow and sharp metal protruding from the back of someone she knew so well.
Dark crimson blood flowed slowly down the sword protruding from his back.
Red blood slowly trickled down the sword that had pierced through his back. The blood that stained the sword blade red stretched long and dripped down drop by drop when it reached the tip.
The warmth of the blood splattered on her face, the vividness of the scene before her eyes, and above all, Chung Myung's limp shoulders s felt devastatingly real.
But at the same time, it all seemed strangely unreal to Yoo Iseol.
The sensations were undeniably felt, but none of it registered as something she could grasp or process.
It felt as though she was seeing but unable to perceive, hearing but unable to comprehend.
She stopped in her tracks.
Because it was already too late?
No. It was because the moment she rushed forward to save Chung Myung, the tip of the blade that pierced through his back began to radiate a cold blue energy. It was a threat to split Chung Myung in two if she approached any closer.
So she had no choice but to stop.
Even as she watched the swords of the Blood Sword Platoon members flying in one after another pierce Chung Myung's left shoulder and right side.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
At that moment, Yoo Iseol flinched as though she herself had been stabbed.
Her wide-open eyes did not reflect anger or sorrow but raw terror.
Because she had no choice but to realize and acknowledge it.
That now, Chung Myung couldn't block attacks that he would have had no reason not to deflect if even a little strength remained.
The limits of Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung, which she thought she would never see, were now laid bare before her. And in the one way she least wanted to think about.
No sound escaped her parted lips. No, it would be more correct to say no sound could escape. Even the slightest movement of her fingers, the faintest sound from her lips, might cause the sword embedded in that small body to twist and tear his heart apart.
She could only stand there in silence.
Just a few steps. Those few steps' distance was as far as an eternal wall.
A definite sensation digging into her hands.
The sense of satisfaction that comes only from piercing an opponent's body and severing their life.
Go Yang’s eyes, now filled with exhilaration, gazed at his sword embedded in the center of Chung Myung’s chest. More than half the blade was buried deep inside.
Of course, he knew.
A sword wound doesn’t immediately cause heavy bleeding as one might think. If the prey still has strength left to tense their muscles, only small droplets of blood will trickle out.
But the wound was bleeding fast enough to soak his entire chest. This meant that even the strength to tighten his muscles around the sword.
Chung Myung's hand, which had tried to block the blade but had been pierced along with it, slowly curled around the sword. But that was all. There was no impact on Go Yang's sword.
Instead, the weight pressing down on Go Yang's sword grew heavier. The weight that settles when an opponent can no longer support even their own body and surrenders to the sword ending their life.
It was the weight of death that was all too familiar to Go Yang.
'...Caught you.'
It was an unbelievable result even after achieving it. But the undeniable result was now in his hands. Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung. He had finally caught this tremendous monster who made even his world-spread reputation seem shabby.
This was an achievement beyond what the word ‘achievement’ could express.
Go Yang feel an indescribable thrill whenever he had captured difficult prey after enduring unimaginable hardships.
But what dominated him now was entirely different from such a thrill.
A complex mixture of feelings surged within him. Supreme ecstasy and inevitable sorrow simultaneously possessed him.
Go Yang slowly raised his head.
He wanted to see.
He wanted to witness the expression of the monster who had tormented him and displayed unimaginable heavenly might—what kind of face would he show in the face of death?
Would it be twisted in pain? Or calm and composed? Or perhaps... wearing a hollow smile?
But unfortunately, he couldn't see Chung Myung's expression. All he saw was the crown of his head drooped low as though all strength had left him.
At that moment, a faint sense of emptiness passed through Go Yang’s eyes.
Perhaps, even he had believed it.
That this man would never bow his head even in the moment of death. That even if pierced by dozens of swords and dying a brutal death, he would die proudly looking at the sky until the end.
As the emptiness faded, reality began to settle in.
Go Yang unconsciously muttered.
"A human… is just a human.”
There was no response.
Of course not. There couldn't be any strength left to answer. In fact, it was unknown if he was still conscious.
Go Yang slowly tightened his grip on the sword.
Even speaking one word to his prey was essentially breaking his own principles.
Originally, what ruins a hunt is the carelessness that comes at the end. Until the heart was thoroughly pierced, until the neck was severed, he could never let his guard down.
As he prepared to slice through Chung Myung's heart with the sword he firmly grasped.
“...Wo....”
A faint noise escaped from Chung Myung's mouth. It might have been no more than a dying gasp in his final moments.
But Go Yang suddenly stopped his sword. For reasons difficult even for himself to explain.
“...What did you say?”
There was no reason to ask. He could have ignored it and finished him off. But strangely enough, he couldn't.
The peak of Chung Myung began to rise slowly.
Like an old, rusted cart wheel turning with creaks and violent rattles, Chung Myung forcibly raised his head and quietly met Go Yang’s gaze.
His eyes, visible through blood-soaked clinging hair, seemed empty as if devoid of light.
"...It... doesnt..."
From lips that seemed uncertain whether they were open or closed, barely comprehensible words sparsely flowed out.
“Mo...ve....”
At that moment, Go Yang saw it.
Chung Myung’s lips, dried black with blood, curling into a chilling smile. The moment he saw that smile, Go Yang's blood turned ice-cold as if he had entered a frozen cave.
“...Legs.”
Go Yang desperately struck down his sword with all his might.
But no matter how much force he exerted, the sword embedded in Chung Myung’s chest wouldn’t budge. It felt as if his sword were wedged between two giant boulders, remains unmoved no matter how much force he applied.
'What?'
A violet energy flowed out from the wound and began to cover Go Yang's sword.
At that moment, Chung Myung pushed the hand impaled toward Go Yang.
Geugeuk!
With the sound of bone scraping against metal, his hand slid along the blade until it reached the sword guard. Chung Myung gripped the guard tightly and yanked Go Yang closer. Go Yang, his center of gravity shifted forward from pressing down with all his might, couldn't resist that force.
Then Go Yang witnessed the sight of sword energy forming on Chung Myung’s sword that had been hanging limply downward.
It was Mount Hua’s sword energy, red as blood and sharp as dawn itself.
‘N- No…!’
Paaaaaaaaang!
The familiar yet alien sound of a sword cutting through the air reverberated through the gorge.
Go Yang blankly stared at his own sword still buried in Chung Myung's chest. His forcibly pulled sword was embedded almost to its hilt in Chung Myung's.
“You....”
Go Yang's mouth gaped blankly. His lips trembled as if searching for words, and after a moment, they finally moved again. A voice laden with complex emotions leaked out.
“You, on purpose....”
For an instant, Go Yang's dazed eyes met Chung Myung's weakly fading ones.
Chung Myung's voice, clearer than before, reached his ears.
“If I… don’t make it…”
Chung Myung smiled even as a metallic rasp layered his words. His bloodstained teeth gleamed in the faint light.
“…Then you… have to come. Right?”
Go Yang's eyes shook.
A moment of stillness passed. Then fresh blood suddenly poured from Go Yang's lips.
It was only then that he realized why he had hesitated at the last moment.
A beast instinctively hesitates before taking the bait. Even if that bait was the irresistible life of Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.
From the beginning, the one being hunted wasn't Chung Myung but Go Yang himself.
“You....”
Go Yang coughed up blood as he muttered, his body slowly collapsing.
The sword pulled by his final will came out of Chung Myung's body. Blood gushing from the wound covered the face of Go Yang as he fell to his knees.
“You really....”
Thud.
Unable to finish his sentence, Go Yang’s body slumped lifelessly to the ground along with the other fallen members of the Blood Sword Platoon.
Simultaneously, Chung Myung's body also swayed forward.
“Chung Myung-ah!”
Yoo Iseol hurriedly rushed forward to catch and support the falling Chung Myung from behind.
“Sajil! Chung Myung!”
"Heu..."
Feeling the strength of Yoo Iseol’s firm grip, Chung Myung bared his teeth in a faint smile.
“You... late....”
“You....”
"Any...way..."
Chung Myung's head dropped down as if every nerve barely holding together had snapped.
Yoo Iseol’s hand instinctively went to Chung Myung’s neck. She felt a faint pulse at her fingertips. Confirming that his heart still beat, she quickly tore her robe to bandage Chung Myung’s wounds.
'He's alive.'
His injuries were severe enough that it wouldn’t be surprising if he died at any moment, but for now, but he still alive.
Still alive.
That was enough. What more reason was needed to stake her life?
After glancing at Chung Myung's unconscious face, she lifted him onto her back and used the remaining torn robe to tie him firmly to herself.
She could feel his faint and sluggish heartbeat through her back. His body temperature too, grown so cold it made her hands tremble.
She was afraid. Afraid this heart might slowly stop. Afraid the fragile warmth clinging to him would vanish completely.
Yoo Iseol lifted her head.
Ahead, she saw Myriad Man Manor martial artists drawing closer while grasping the situation. Their expressions were utterly grim. They would never let them go willingly.
There was no way they wouldn't know how precious the opportunity to end the life of Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung was.
Especially Ho Gamyeong, whose eyes glinted with a deadly determination to personally drive his sword into Chung Myung’s heart and bring this to an end.
Yoo Iseol reached out and grasped Chung Myung’s Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword lying on the ground. The unfamiliar hilt still carried warmth.
Rather, that warmth made Yoo Iseol calm and collected. Her constantly quivering eyes grew cold.
Glaring at Myriad Man Manor martial artists gradually raising their momentum as they closed the distance, Yoo Iseol kicked the ground hard without hesitation.
'Protect.'
Kwang!
As she darted backward, the Myriad Man Manor martial artists came rushing towards Yoo Iseol like a bursting stream pouring out of a burst dam.
'Must!'
She severed the neck of the foremost charging Myriad Man Manor martial artists in one breath. Her sword was burning with a resolute determination.
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