Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1336. Just remember that name (6)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Where had she gotten to? How long had she been fighting?
Swaeaeaeaek!
A sudden, eerie sword energy sliced her foot about to step on the ground.
Yoo Iseol lost her balance and tumbled to the ground. Her legs felt weak as if her muscles were severed. No, there was no sensation at all.
But Yoo Iseol neither despaired nor gave up.
Kwang!
She forcefully pushed the ground away with her hand and used the recoil to propel herself forward. The impact sent shocks of pain through her wrists as if they might snap, but she paid no mind.
'More!'
Just one more step!
“Die, you wench!”
Myriad Man Manor martial artists, eyes full of killing intent, screamed with mouths split wide as they swung their blades at her. Yoo Iseol immediately swung her sword with all the strength she had left to parry the attack.
Kaaaaang!
Using the force of the sword meeting dao to roll backward, she struck the ground again.
'Where have we gotten to?'
No, she couldn’t afford to think about that.
If she allowed herself to dwell on it, she might despair at how much farther she still had to go.
And how far she had come didn’t matter anyway. No matter where this is, what she must do doesn't change.
Swaeaeaeaek!
A red sword energy sliced sharply through the air. The moment she realized she couldn’t block them all, her left hand instinctively reached to shield Chung Myung’s head.
Kaaaaang! Sogok!
The clash of her sword and the dao was accompanied by the sound of flesh being cut.
Blood was pouring out through her cut side, but Yoo Iseol didn’t falter or waver but immediately withdrew and kept moving.
More. Even one more step.
"That damn woman!"
Even Myriad Man Manor martial artists looked at Yoo Iseol with exasperation and disbelief.
Having taken no small impact from the successive sword energy, her face had long since swollen severely.
It was difficult to even open his eyes properly and secure a clear view.
But even in these harsh conditions, she steadily and tenaciously pulled herself out of pursuit.
'More....'
The ground turned crimson from the blood she shed.
She no longer felt any pain. All that remained was the will to escape.
Swaeaeaeaek!
As another sword energy came hurtling toward her, Yoo Iseol's sword moved instinctively.
Kaaaaang!
But her sword no longer carried enough force to deflect the sword energy. As the weapons collided, her wrist twisted unnaturally. The sword energy veered off course and cut through her thigh as it passed.
Sogok!
Her split open thigh revealed her white bone.
But more problematic than the fact she had sustained a severe wound was that she could no longer use her leg.
'Must... go further...'
She could no longer push off the ground with force or evade the enemy's attacks with agility. Her right leg no longer moves as she will.
Jiik. Jik. Jiik.
But Yoo Iseol continued to retreat while facing Myriad Man Manor martial artists, dragging her limp legs.
The heavy blood loss made her thoughts fragmented intermittently.
She felt so distant that she couldn't clearly remember when and why she had been fighting.
The only thing keeping her moving was the faint warmth pressing against her back.
She must protect.
She had always said she would protect him, yet she had only ever been protected. So this time, it had to be her turn.
"Don't... worry..."
Yoo Iseol forcibly raised her sword. But her dislocated wrist refused to cooperate, letting the sword droop helplessly.
“I’m… still... fine...”
It wasn't even clear to whom she spoke. Whether to Chung Myung. Or to herself.
No, it didn’t matter.
“...Even in such state....”
Words spoken in a voice sickened by her tenacity entered her muffled ears.
Strangely, it made her want to laugh.
They wouldn't understand, these ones.
Those who lived solely for themselves could never comprehend it.
Because of this person, plum blossoms bloomed on her sword.
Because of this person, Hyun Jong came to smile.
Because of him, she had protected the place where she lived and ensured her father’s life and death were not in vain.
Wasn’t that enough? What greater reason does one need to stake their life for another?
“Sago is....”
Yoo Iseol's lips barely opened.
“Protecting... Sajil....”
It was a situation far beyond her limits.
Even without the enemies swinging their swords, her breath could give out at any second. Though breath barely clung to her, it wouldn't be strange to call her a corpse.
Yet the Myriad Man Manor martial artists couldn't charge in to simply end her breath. They were overwhelmed by something different from fear or martial prowess.
“...Sago is....”
But that was only for a moment.
A furious shout soon erupted from behind the Myriad Man Manor martial artists.
"What are you doing, you idiots! Can’t you kill her right now!”
To those who had just managed to join from inside the gorge, it was an utterly incomprehensible sight.
Those who flinched at the shout bit their lips. Then charged at Yoo Iseol again.
She had to resist. She had to fight.
But both arms and legs had already gone limp.
“...Sajil....”
A dao flew towards Yoo Iseol's neck. She tried to barely raise her unmoving arm to block, but her drooping sword couldn't even reach the dao's trajectory.
The dao grazed her wrist and closed in on her throat.
“Protect....”
Kaaaaaaang!
A thunderous roar erupted, and the dao just shy away from severing Yoo Iseol's neck ricocheted away with a spray of crimson blood. Someone supported and propped up Yoo Iseol and Chung Myung as they collapsed from the impact that burst right beside her neck.
Through her blurred vision, Yoo Iseol saw someone looking down at her.
'...Jo...Gol?'
"You..."
Jo-Gol's face was twisted with rage.
"You Evil Sects bastards worse than dogs, how dare you...!"
Supporting Yoo Iseol with one hand, Jo-Gol thrust his sword forward.
The explosively erupting swift sword instantly created large wind holes in the bodies of Myriad Man Manor martial artists who hesitated at the appearance of a new enemy.
“Eeuaaaaa!”
Jo-Gol’s rage did not ease at all. Crimson plum blossom sword energy erupted from the tip of his blade.
Sword energy so rough it was almost savage swept through and tore apart those who were hesitating and retreating.
"Sago!"
Jo-Gol shouted at Yoo Iseol, whose consciousness seemed faint and flickering.
When Yoo Iseol opened her eyes faintly, she saw Jo-Gol's face streaming with tears.
“Sago, are you alright!"
“...Sajil....”
"Damn it, think about yourself for once!”
When Jo-Gol shouted as if his stomach was going to burst, a faint smile flickered on Yoo Iseol's lips.
Jo-Gol firmly gripped her as she went limp.
Even at a glance, there wasn’t a single part of her body untouched by injury. Both Chung Myung and Yoo Iseol had fought until they were utterly battered.
'It's my fault!'
If he had been just a little faster, neither of them would have been hurt so grievously.
If he had been just a little stronger, he could have cut down those blocking his path more swiftly and reached them sooner.
The thought that every single wound on their bodies was a result of his inadequacy made his blood boil with fury.
Jo-Gol gritted his teeth as he hoisted the two onto his shoulders.
What he needed to do now wasn’t vent his seething anger but save them.
Taaaaat!
He kicked the ground and shot forward like an arrow.
“Go after them! Now!”
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists who had hesitated at Jo-Gol's unexpected appearance immediately pursued the moment he showed his back.
“Out of my way, you bastards!”
The remnants of Evil Sects, who had been chasing Hainan Sect half-heartedly, turned pale as Jo-Gol suddenly stormed in from behind while bellowing ferociously.
Jo-Gol mercilessly pierced through their backs.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
Those with fist-sized holes in their bodies crumbled where they stood.
"Wh- What!"
“Behind! He’s coming from behind!”
The Evil Sects martial artists flailed their weapons in panic, but their frantic and uncoordinated strikes couldn’t stop Jo-Gol.
"Move aside!"
“Catch him, you useless idiots!”
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists who was chasing Jo-Gol shouted harshly at the tangled Evil Sects martial artists.
Though the Evil Sects martial artists tried to open a path in panic when the Myriad Man Manor martial artists came, it was impossible for the densely packed crowd to withdraw at once.
Those who couldn't move in time collided with Myriad Man Manor martial artists unable to control their charging momentum. The Evil Sects martial artists sprayed blood and fell back as if struck by a fully accelerated cart.
"Th- This is...!"
The pursuing Myriad Man Manor martial artists contorted their faces.
The very reinforcements they had summoned were now hindering their advance at this moment. Even Ho Gamyeong could not have foreseen this.
"You wretched insects!"
The impatient Myriad Man Manor martial artists swung their fists and attacked Evil Sects martial artists. Among them, those with truly vicious temperaments didn't even hesitate to cut the Evil Sects people.
“Kuaaaah!”
The Evil Sects martial artists, never expecting to be attacked by their own allies, let out screams of terror as they tumbled in tangles.
This chaos wouldn’t last long, of course, but even this was a chance worth its weight in gold to Jo-Gol.
Kwang!
“Euaaaahh!”
Jo-Gol stomped and crushed an Evil Sects martial artist's shoulder. Using the recoil to launch his body, he shot forward and forward again like an arrow.
Swaeaeaek!
A spear surging quickly from below aimed for Jo-Gol's left arm.
But Jo-Gol ignored it. Stopping now meant death. Now he must only advance. And thus join the main force ahead.
Peok!
"Aaargh!"
He stepped on another enemies' shoulder and jumped up then dove down in an arc. His bloodshot eyes caught the sight of a spear rising suddenly in his path.
A situation requiring retreat or twisting his body.
But Jo-Gol's choice was different. Instantly shoving his sword into its scabbard, he suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the spear shaft.
“What?”
Chwaaaaakkkk!
The energy-infused spear tore through Jo-Gol's palm in an instant. But far from releasing the spear, he pressed down harder. The solid iron spear bent like a bow for an instant then straightened.
Using the recoil, Jo-Gol launched himself forward like a cannonball.
Sogok! Sogok!
Dao wielded by panicked the Evil Sects martial artists grazed and cut his body as he flew past.
But Jo-Gol didn't even blink. His gaze was fixed solely on the direction he needed to go.
There. There must be! There definitely will be!
And when he finally spotted someone familiar, he could no longer contain himself and roared.
“Monk Hye Yeoooooooooooooonnnn!”
Hye Yeon, who had been shaking off Evil Sects martial artists pursuing the group including Baek Cheon, sharply raised his gaze. And the moment he confirmed Jo-Gol was approaching through the distant sky while carrying Chung Myung and Yoo Iseol, he dashed toward Jo-Gol without hesitation.
“Dojaaaaaaaang!”
There was no way Hye Yeon's body was unharmed. However, he jumped into the middle of the Evil Sects martial artists without hesitation, as if paying no regard for his body.
Kwaaaaang!
Those struck by Hye Yeon’s shoulders coughed up blood as they were sent flying.
He immediately planted his feet on the ground and blasted the Evil Sects martial artists away. Blood kept pouring out from his nose and mouth, perhaps because he had used up too much of his internal strength.
But this was no time to tire! Because he had to make a path for them to arrive safely!
“A—mi—ta—bha!”
Hye Yeon sent Evil Sect martial artists flying as if in a frenzy.
Before long, a clear path opened in the center of the enemy forces.
His internal energy had already been pushed to its limits.
The moment he faced that limit, Hye Yeon's eyes flashed and shone uncharacteristically.
“Uoooohhhhhh!”
Hye-yeon's fist cuts through the air with great force.
Kwaaaaaaaah!
The pinnacle of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist. Something he couldn’t unfold with his current internal strength.... No, the pinnacle of Shaolin Sect he shouldn’t have been able to unleash.
That fist force unleashed with his very soul sent the densely blocking Evil Sect martial arts flying and pushed them back in all directions like fireworks.
Thud.
Hye Yeon's knees eventually buckled and touched the ground. Spraying blood from his seven orifices, he propped himself up with trembling hands.
'N- Not yet...!'
Hye Yeon struggled to get up and braced for the possibility of energy deviation. But then, someone burst out from behind him with a sharp shout.
“Step aside, Monk!”
“D- Dojang?”
Soon Hye Yeon's world was covered in red petals.
“Aaaaaargh!”
“Keuuaack!”
Tang Soso rushed in front of Hye Yeon and swung her sword roughly and swiftly. Every sweep of her plum blossom sword energy left screams and blood of Evil Sects martial artists in its wake.
Tang Soso jumped into the air and shouted.
"Sahyung!"
"Got it!"
As she stretched her sword mid-air over the heads of the Evil Sects martial artists, Jo-Gol, already anticipating her move, stomped down on the flat of her sword with his foot.
The moment sword face and foot met.
“Eurachaaaaa!”
With a thunderous cry, Tang Soso swung her sword with every ounce of her strength.
The sound of the muscles in her shoulder tearing was vividly audible, a testament to the sheer force behind her strike!
That strike launched the three people who had weighted the sword forward. “Ugh!”
A gush of dark crimson blood burst from Jo-Gol's mouth.
To send them even slightly farther, he suppressed even the minimal energy that would have protected his body and instead absorbed the full force of the strike with his whole body.
An impact that momentarily dyed his world pitch black crashed over him.
But even as his vision darkened to utter darkness, Jo-Gol never forgot what he had to do.
“Monk!”
He couldn’t see, but he knew they were there.
Jo-Gol threw the two people slung over his shoulders forward, firmly believing Hye Yeon would catch them.
When the pitch black world regained its color, Jo-Gol saw it.
The scene of Hye Yeon launching his body into the air to safely catch the two.
"Heu..."
Only then did a faint laugh escape him.
The ground rushed up toward him.
Jo-Gol slammed into the earth with a heavy thud and bounced several times before crashing again.
"Aeu..."
Flat on the ground, a faint chuckle escaped from Jo-Gol’s mouth.
'Did... it...'
Where he fell was the middle of the enemy line.
The enemies came at him like a pack of jackals.
Moreover, he couldn't resist. Not even the strength to move a finger remained now.
‘Whatever…’
If saving them meant his death, then he would die laughing.
Jo-Gol accepted his end with a grin.
Paaaaaaat!
Suddenly, a sword energy of incomparable power surged into his field of vision.
A red sword that screams resentment rather than power.
Jo-Gol's eyes widened.
Those charging toward Jo-Gol were bisected and scattered without even time to scream. Blood rained down on fallen Jo-Gol's face too.
And through that downpour of blood, someone appeared and grabbed Jo-Gol's collar before pulling him up.
“Well done, you crazy bastard!”
“...Should Sasuk even be here?"
"Should I!”
Baek Cheon sharply pulled Jo-Gol up completely and shouted.
“Soso!”
“Yes, Sasuk!”
Tang Soso rushed over and slung Jo-Gol over her shoulder. But Baek Cheon still hadn't released his grip on the collar.
When Tang Soso looked at him with a puzzled expression, Baek Cheon was silent for a moment before speaking to Jo-Gol.
"We'll talk about the insubordination later."
“...I wish I could just die, really.”
"I'm the one who wants to kill you, you damned rascal!"
“...But....”
"What!"
“Why crying? It's embarrassing..."
"Go!"
Baek Cheon pushed Tang Soso’s back. After watching her run for a moment, he turned without regret.
Everyone had finally gone. Behind his back. Now it was his time to block
Now was finally his moment to protect.
Baek Cheon swung his sword fiercely. The sword energy exploded out and swept through the enemies around him.
"Not a single one of you is getting past here."
The bloodstained edge of Baek Cheon’s sword gleamed under the sunlight.
"Not until you kill me first!"
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