Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1346. He says he’ll take that bastard's life (1)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"Enemy!"
"Wh- Where?"
The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, shrouded in darkness, was thrown into chaos in an instant.
“This way!”
At the sharp cry that pierced through the night, the others frantically sprinted toward the source.
"Th- This...!"
Soon, they stumbled upon a corpse sprawled on the ground. Judging by the blood still gushing from its severed neck, they could infer that this was the one whose dying scream had summoned them.
"He can't have gone far! Search the area immediately!"
It was both right and wrong at the same time.
It was an accurate judgment that he hadn’t gone far, but there was no need to search the vicinity. The one they were looking for was already charging at their backs.
Paaaaang!
The tip of a blade tore through the air and stabbed into the backs of Myriad Man Manor martial artists. The unhesitating strike severed their vital meridians in a single stroke.
"Kuaaaaaaak!"
A blood-curdling scream echoed chillingly through the dark night.
"There!"
“Don’t miss him!”
Dozens of Manin Faction swordsmen who came running at the screams immediately surged forward upon discovering Chung Myung holding his sword in the darkness.
Chung Myung cast an indifferent glance at them before unleashing a surge of sword energy and kicking off the ground.
Paaaat!
For an instant, Chung Myung's body seemed to elongate, and suddenly his figure vanished from that spot. Mount Hua's distinctive black martial clothes intertwined with the thick darkness, causing his presence to fade as if swallowed by the night.
"That way! He went that way! Chase him immediately!"
"Where?!"
"I said that way, you idiots!"
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists frantically chased Chung Myung's trail.
“The- There’s no sign of him!”
“That’s nonsense! Are you saying a person shot up into the sky?"
"B- But...!"
A martial artist doesn’t merely rely on sight to track their opponent. They follow the traces of their presence, the flow of energy, faint noises—every clue available.
Yet no matter how much they heightened their senses, they couldn’t detect a single trace of him. It was as if he had truly vanished into thin air.
"Spread out! He can’t have gotten far!"
Unless he was some kind of ghost, disappearing entirely was impossible. He had to be nearby, likely very close...
At that very moment, the hairs on the shouting man’s neck stood on end.
He felt a sensation as if his very soul was frozen. The eeriness of well-forged metal was creeping from his neck throughout his entire body.
'Si- Since when....'
Sogok!
Chwaaaaak!
The icy blade heated up with the hot blood spurting from the man’s neck.
"Wh- What!"
Those running ahead turned back in terror at the sudden groan from behind. The one who had been running with them was now crumpling with bloody foam at his mouth, and behind him, Chung Myung's figure was revealed.
The terrified martial artists swung their swords in a frenzy.
"Uaaaak! Dieeeee!"
But if Chung Myung was the kind of person who could be taken down by reckless panic-stricken strikes, would Myriad Man Manor have suffered so many casualties in the first place?
Kaaang! Kaaang!
Chung Myung's Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword deflected the incoming blades in one fluid motion, striking out like a starved serpent to sever the throats of his enemies.
Kwadeuduk!
“Gurgh…”
Those whose necks were pierced fell one after another with shock in their eyes. Chung Myung drove his sword deeper than usual, letting the blade soak fully in the spilling blood.
“There!”
“Send the signal, now!”
Piiiiiiiik!
A piercing whistle echoed sharply through the night sky. Chung Myung's eyes grew even darker.
Kwang!
An explosive sound erupted from the ground where he stood. Closing the distance with the enemy instantly through powerful footwork, Chung Myung swung his sword at lightning speed and cut through the waists of the rushing martial artist in one swift motion.
Paaat!
Blood gushed from the severed torsos.
"You bastaaaaard!"
As their comrades were cut in half before their eyes, the remaining men swung their blades, consumed in fear and rage.
Kagang!
Chung Myung deflected the dao falling toward his head with a slight tilt of his blade and countered with a slash through the attacker’s neck.
And Chung Myung kicked off the ground and launched his body backward before the blood could even spurt from that split neck.
“Don’t miss him!”
Shouts erupted as martial artists from all directions charged after him.
At that moment, the running figure of Chung Myung disappeared behind the mountain that rose up like a sword.
"After him!"
The Myriad Man Manor martial artists also kicked off the ground and immediately charged to where Chung Myung had moved. But there was nothing.
Only an overwhelmingly suffocating darkness.
“What....”
Nothing. They instinctively extended their senses, but there was nothing.
"Where did he...!"
The man shouting in frustration abruptly shut his mouth. A shiver ran down his spine as every hair on his body stood on end.
He tried to lift his head in a panic, but before he could move, a sharp pain pierced the back of his neck.
Puuk!
The sword that plunged down diagonally from above pierced through Myriad Man Manor martial artists's nape.
As the sword cut through his cervical vertebrae and penetrated his spine, his eyes widened as if he were going to jump out. Since his breath wasn't immediately cut off, indescribable pain gnawed through his entire body. The enemy's whole body shook with convulsions.
"K- Kill him!"
Those nearby swung their dao in a frantic attempt to defend themselves. But before their swords could fully extend, Chung Myung’s sword that had pierced through the bodies scattered sword energy in all directions.
"Aaaaaaaaak!"
"Kuaaak!"
The scattering sword energy shredded the bodies of those nearby, their screams mingling with the pungent stench of blood that filled the air. Chung Myung eliminated five of them in an instant before seamlessly melting back into the shadows.
"He- Here! This way!"
Those who arrived late widened their eyes. All they could see were bodies growing cold after being mutilated by Chung Myung's sword.
"Th- That bastard..."
“Over there!”
Someone discovered Chung Myung's movements and shouted. Several men immediately charged after Chung Myung without a second thought.
“U- Us too!”
It was then that a booming voice echoed from behind them.
“Which way!”
“Chief-nim!”
It was Mo Hui (모휘(毛暉)), the third chief of the Ghost Scythe Unit (귀겸대(鬼鎌臺)). At his arrival, a flicker of hope lit up the faces of his subordinates. It had been rather burdensome for them to chase after Chung Myung by themselves.
"It's Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword, there!"
“Follow me!”
Mo Hui charged forward in an instant. Seeing him charge ahead, the others followed with increasing courage.
However, Mo Hui's face hardened as he ran through the rough mountain terrain as if it were flat ground. He was certain a few people had been chasing Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword’s trail, yet he couldn’t sense any presence. To make matters worse, the terrain was so rugged and intricate that visual confirmation was impossible.
A wave of fear so intense it felt like nausea suddenly gripped him. Still, Mo Hui gritted his teeth and pressed onward.
Kung! As soon as he rounded to the back of the mountain, a thick stench of blood pierced his nose.
"Ugh..."
Scattered everywhere were the corpses of Myriad Man Manor’s men. The wounds must have been fresh, as warm blood gushed from their pierced holes with each rise and fall of their chests.
“That fucking bastard....”
Mo Hui's face contorted horribly.
“Chief-nim!”
“There’s no trace of that bastard!”
“Don’t get shaken! He’s no ghost. Where could he have gone? Split into two groups. One will search this area, and the others will check the mountain summit!”
“Yes!”
Mo Hui’s gaze locked sharply onto the mountain above. If he were Chung Myung, he would use these sword-like mountain peaks. Especially since the thick darkness would be perfect for concealment.
"Kk- Kurgh..."
Mo Hui took a step closer and raised his dao. Someone whose neck hadn't been properly severed was still convulsing in agony, unable to die.
“Tsk.”
Mo Hui took a step towards him and lifted the sword. To at least grant him a peaceful death.
But just as he raised his blade to end his subordinate's life, he noticed something strange. The subordinate was rolling his eyes desperately as if trying to convey something. So, so desperately.
Paaaaaaaat!
At that moment, a beam of light burst out from the subordinate’s stomach and pierced Mo Hui’s body.
“Ahhhh!”
Mo Hui twisted his body just in time, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow to his vital organs. It was only possible because he had sensed something amiss in the subordinate’s earnest gaze.
However, that didn’t mean he was safe.
Paaaaaat!
The corpse flipped over, and beneath it, a blood-soaked Chung Myung sprang up. His sword slashed swiftly, cutting through both of Mo Hui's knees.
Sogok! Sogok!
Mo Hui's half-severed knees buckled.
"Uaaaaaak!"
That Mo Hui still tried to swing his blade even in this state proved he truly deserved his position leading one of Myriad Man Manor's units. But Chung Myung's sword showed no mercy and instantly severed Mo Hui's wrists and forearms.
Sogok!
“Gurgh....”
In succession, Chung Myung's sword sliced through Mo Hui's solar plexus.
Unable to support his body any longer, Mo Hui staggered forward as if about to collapse. But before he could fall, Chung Myung stepped behind him and grabbed a fistful of his hair.
Mo Hui's head was forcibly yanked back. The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword touched his now exposed neck.
"Ugh... Ughh..."
When he managed to turn his eyes to look back, Mo Hui saw it. Chung Myung's cold eyes emanated blue radiance even in the thick darkness.
“Mo- Mount Hua....”
Puuk!
"Uaaaaaaaaak!"
A terrible scream burst from Mo Hui's mouth. That horrific scream echoed and spread in all directions like a horn calling for allies.
"Heu... Heueu..."
Though the man trembling in his grip was wracked with unbearable pain, there was not a hint of wavering in Chung Myung's gaze. He merely looked down at him with that same cold frost in his eyes as before.
Mo Hui found it strange even as he shook with pain. He wasn't afraid of death. But the moment he saw this man's eyes, a terror incomparable even to death invaded his entire body.
"You should scream louder."
“....”
“Only then will more of them gather. Those idiots who don’t even realize this will be their grave.”
"You d-dog..."
Kwadeuk!
Chung Myung’s sword dug into Mo Hui's neck. The sword cut through muscle and veins in one fluid motion before slicing through the spinal column without hesitation.
"Kkeu- Kurgh..."
Bloody foam bubbled up. The light rapidly faded from Mo Hui's eyes.
Without a second thought, Chung Myung kicked Mo Hui’s limp body aside and smirked, sensing the approaching presence of others gathering from all directions.
Step.
Then he walked toward the enemies who were hesitating with tension.
Those who had been hesitating now backed away with pale faces as they watched Chung Myung approach. Chung Myung asked.
"What's wrong?"
His indifferent gaze swept over them.
“Weren’t you chasing to kill me?”
"Y- You crazy bastard..."
Chung Myung's gaze shifted briefly to the sky. It was pitch-black, devoid of light. Just like countless nights he had faced in these mountains long ago.
"Looks like you understand."
The raised sword blade partially obscured Chung Myung's face at an angle.
"That the positions have changed."
Behind the blade, Chung Myung's eyes gleamed with a chilling light.
“Let’s continue. The night is still long.”
Soon, horrific screams of agony rang out like signal sounds.
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