Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1459. It won't be that bad (4)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
"Oh, it’s cooooomiiiiing!"
Kwaaaaaaang!
The ornate roof of the ancient pavilion exploded skyward. Hard to believe, but unfortunately, this was clearly reality, not a dream or illusion.
“Haaaaaap!”
With the burst of a shout, the roof tiles that covered the pavilion exploded outward in all directions, just like firecrackers exploding high in the sky.
Chwaaaaak!
The tiles, spreading in all directions like sparks, flew at a ferocious speed and crashed down upon those who stood dumbfounded.
“Gyaaaaaaah!”
“Ahhh! My arm! Aahhh!”
The Evil Sects who had gathered to witness this utter chaos immediately turned deathly pale.
“W- We have to stop them! Somehow!”
A meaningless shout. Who here wouldn’t already know that?
Their original mission was to guard the city while Evil Tyrant Alliance was away. And to monitor those living in Chengdu so they wouldn't dare to escape. Not exactly a grand assignment.
If they can’t even carry out that much, it’s all too obvious what those wolf-like demons of Evil Tyrant Alliance would do to them.
But....
“Th- This is ridiculous!”
'Must do' and 'can do' might sound similar, but they're completely different.
Those gathered here now were feeling the weight of that difference down to their bones.
Right in front of the half-dazed Evil Sects, something massive dropped down.
Kuung!
“...Uh....”
Twice the size of an ordinary person... no, easily three times as large. There’s no way to describe it except ‘giant’. The giant’s eyes twitched as he looked down on them.
Those who had encountered a human of such unprecedented size right before them froze in place before the overwhelming presence.
"You Evil Sects minions."
Though it sounded like a mutter, the voice rumbled throughout the area.
How could such a thunderous voice be described as a mutter? The reason was simple.
"I'll smash you all to pieces!"
Because the real 'shout' that burst after was so massive that it couldn't be fully described as merely thunderous.
Beast Palace Gungju Maeng So's arm swept through the evil sect members in front. Beast Palace Lord Meng Xiao's arm swept through the evil sect members in front
Kwaaaaang!
Strong adult men, martial artists who had trained for decades, were bounced away helplessly like wooden blocks hit by a runaway carriage.
“Hi- Hieeeeeeek!”
Seeing their comrades literally smashed to pieces, the Evil Sects instinctively tried to retreat. But no movement of theirs could outpace Maeng So who charged like a wild beast.
Kwaang! Kwaaaang!
Explosions like blasting gunpowder rang out one after another. Simultaneously, pulverized Evil Sects soared into the Chengdu sky.
"Y- You monster! Dieeeeeeeeeeeee!”
Of course, they weren’t just going to take it lying down. One swordsman, aiming for Maeng So’s back as the giant charged like a massive beast, lunged at him. A swift sword strike landed on his wide back.
But the swordsman didn't realize one fact. That despite his massive build resembling a great mountain, Maeng So was neither slow nor dull.
Whoooosh!
Maeng So's body rotated with a flexibility that didn't match his enormous build. At the same time, a monstrous leg drew a perfect arc through the air before burying itself in the charging man’s jaw.
Kwaaaaang!
It was the pinnacle of leg techniques (퇴법(腿法)). The man who was struck flew off, tracing a dark arc through the sky as he crashed through a towering wall and vanished.
“C- Crazy....”
Before the eyes of those frozen for a moment at this absurd situation, an even more terrifying sight unfolded. A man rose up above Maeng So's head.
"Tang- Tang…!"
“It’s Poison King! Get doooooown!"
Swaaaaaaah!
The throwing daggers that burst from Tang Gun-ak’s hands tore through the air with fierce sharpness. His daggers were supremely cruel, yet simultaneously supremely merciful. For those whose breath was cut short, all they would have seen was merely a flashing light. A death without even feeling pain.
Having granted his enemies the cleanest death in the world, Tang Gun-ak stomped down onto the ground with a hardened expression.
These aren’t them. These weren’t the murderers who had burned down the Sichuan Tang Family and slaughtered its members. At best, they're mere underlings.
But that didn’t change the fact that they were scum who had dared to trample upon the sacred Chengdu, the land of the Sichuan Tang Family.
Suppressing the rage that boiled within him, Tang Gun-ak channeled all that fury into his throwing daggers.
Paaaaat!
Once again, the launched flying dagger lodged into the crown of a person's skull.
“Hie- Hieeeeek!”
"S- Stop them, damn it! There’s nowhere to retreat!"
Stop them? Stop who? Who exactly are we supposed to stop?
That monstrous Beast Palace Gunju? Or the furious Poison King hurling daggers with killing intent? If not them, then....
Kwaaaaaaaaaaang!
At that moment, a brilliant white radiance that could blind the eyes burst forth from somewhere.
“Na- Namgung! Namgung Family!”
"W- What? Is it Namgung Hwang?"
“Namgung Hwang is dead, you stupid bastard!"
“Then what is that? That’s Namgung Hwang’s sword energy!”
"That’s…!"
It doesn't matter when or where. Anyone who had ever witnessed Namgung Hwang’s sword energy even once could never forget it. And to those who held that memory, the white sword energy that bloomed in the middle of Chengdu was terror itself.
"T- The opposite side!"
"What?"
“Over there, damn it! There!”
"P- Plum blossoms! Mount Hua bastards have coooome!"
As if in response, from the side of where the white sword energy was pouring down, a sword energy now arguably the most famous in the world fluttered.
Sword energy shaped like vivid crimson plum blossoms.
It was Mount Hua’s Plum Blossom Sword Technique.
"W- Why on earth...? Just why..."
A small number? Merely a dozen or so? What meaning does a headcount have? Even if there were a thousand of them here, it wouldn’t matter. No, even ten thousand might not be enough to stop this.
The leaders of the most prestigious sects in Kangho were personally leading the assault, so how can they, who don't even have proper titles, stop them?
"Whe- Where is Evil Tyrant Alliance! Where is Myriad Man Manor? Why do we have to face those bastards!"
“Uwaaah! Run!”
As they screamed and scrambled to get away, white sword energy crashed down from above like falling meteors.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang!
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!
The hem of their clothes fluttered wildly in the wind pressure created by the impact. Truly an overwhelming feat of battle. Yet, the face of the man watching the scene nonchalantly from the eaves still showed clear dissatisfaction.
"Push harder, harder! You bastard, did you skip breakfast? That’s all the sword energy you’ve got?”
“I- I’m doing my best…”
“Best? What kind of best is that? Your father’s sword energy was twice that size!”
“No, that’s obvious!”
“Obvious? What’s obvious? That yangban was the patriarch, and now you're the patriarch, so why can you only do that much? If you're both the patriarchs, your sword energy should be the same!"
Tears welled up in Namgung Dowi's eyes. If there had been even a shred of logic in those words, he might have tried to argue back.
"You won't be able to walk out of Chengdu today. If I have any strength left after this situation is over, I'll dump all you Namgung bastards at the Sichuan border! If you don't want to see all you Namgung bastards become arrow fodder, you better get your act together!”
“Uwaaaaaaaaah!”
Namgung Dowi expelled sword energy with all his might.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang!
"That's it!"
Chung Myung nodded as if he was finally somewhat satisfied. But it was only for a moment before his eyes began to roll wildly again.
“I said make it flashy, flashy! Not just here, but the whole world must know! That we’re the ones who wrecked Chengdu!”
“Chu- Chung Myung. We can’t let rumors spread that we destroyed Chengdu. We’re here to save it!"
"Huh? That's right?"
Chung Myung nodded with an ‘Ah’. But that wasn't important right now.
“Where’s that bandit bastard? That punk slacking off?”
"I- I’m going! I said I’m going, damn it!"
Im Sobyeong cursed as he desperately swung his fan.
"You bastard, is that all you've got?"
"No! The martial arts I've learned are different, what do you want me to do?"
This was cruel. Maeng So’s sheer size alone made him a fearsome threat, and Tang Gun-ak was the Poison King, so his presence was naturally unmatched. And Namgung Family and Mount Hua have forms of martial arts that are inherently flashy, don't they?
But no matter how hard Im Sobyeong tried, he couldn't produce the same intensity as them. It was like a tortoise trying to twist its body but failing to imitate the splendor of a peacock.
"Ah, this useless bastard! You’re no help at all!”
“Why are you only yelling at me! Isn’t Seol Gungju over there doing nothing too!?”
“Wow....”
“Just wow… Now he’s even dragging kids into this.”
“It’s ugly, Nokrim King.”
Criticism rained down from all sides. Im Sobyeong bit his lips. But his anger was soon directed elsewhere, not at Chung Myung.
“Which bastard was it that suggested that guy become the general! Who the hell was it?!”
"...I think Tang Gaju started it."
"Which bastard, I said?"
“I told you it’s Tang Gaju?”
"If I find out which bastard it was, I won't let them off!"
...Looking at Im Sobyeong desperately ignoring reality, Jo-Gol wiped the tears from his eyes with his sleeve. Right, do what you need to survive…
"What the hell are you doing, you punk!”
“...I am your Sahyung, Chung Myung.”
"So what?"
"Yes, yes! I'm going. Damn general bastard!"
Jo-Gol ran forward.
He charged in like a lightning bolt, right up to the noses of the terrified Evil Sects. His sword transforms into dozens of streaks of light and shoots out.
“Keu- Keuaaaargh!”
"Q- Quick Sword! It's the One Sword Split Light (일검분광(一劍分光))!"
"It's Jo-Gol of One Sword Split Light! R- Ruuuuun!"
“...Huh?”
Jo-Gol, who had just cut down the enemies before him in one breath and was about to press on, froze in shock.
"What did they just say? One Sword Split Light?"
"...Seems to be your title?”
“Huh? A title? Me?"
Jo-Gol looked at those fleeing with a bewildered face.
“When did that happen?”
When a person begins to gain fame, they’re often too busy to realize it themselves. From Hainan Island to here, their nonstop battles had earned them far greater fame among the Evil Sects than the Righeous Sects.
“What are you doing! Let’s go!”
“Uh… Sahyung!”
"What?"
“Does Sahyung have a title?”
“....”
Yoon Jong's sword was swung irritably.
Kwaaaaang!
There was complete chaos all over Chengdu.
Though they were just slightly more than ten people, those ten-odd were creating a scene that far transcended common sense.
"R- Ruuuuun!"
“Hey, you crazy bastards! You can’t run! Evil Tyrant Alliance will kill us!”
“Fuck, it’s better than dying now!”
"N- No, you can't... Aaaargh!"
Heavenly Comrade Alliance's hidden dagger... no, their grand and magnificent golden sword was pouring ice water on Evil Tyrant Alliance's soaring momentum that seemed to know no end.
“Hehehe.”
Watching the chaotic mess that was Chengdu, Chung Myung's eyes lit up triumphantly.
“You act like we’re easy pickings just because we’ve been letting you hit us all this time.”
From the beginning, whether it was about helping someone escape or protecting a place... Chung Myung was a person who had never done such things in his entire life.
"Go on, rack your damn brains all you want. Try and figure out what I’m going to do next. Uahahahahaha!”
Chung Myung, eyes overturned, drew the sword at his waist.
"Smash everything! Burn it all to the ground!"
“N- No, Chung Myung! This is Chengdu, you crazy bastard!"
"Let's gooooooo!"
"Someone stop that bastard, please!"
Chung Myung kicked off violently into the air, shooting toward the heart of Chengdu with terrifying momentum.
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