Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1513. We experience all sorts of things in life (2)
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Th- They’re coming!”
“What should we do!”
“What should we? We fight back!"
“K- Killing techniques? Are we allowed to use killing techniques?”
No one could answer.
To use the killing techniques against Shaolin monks? That would bring about truly unbearable results. That would truly bring about unbearable consequences.
The burden that the disciples of Mount Hua had carried while fighting the elders of Beggar Union, at this moment, they now had to bear themselves.
But anyone who saw the sight unfolding here would inevitably have one question at this point.
Was there really any meaning to agonizing over that 'burden'?
“A-Mi-Ta-Bha!”
Wuuuuung!
With a loud Buddhist chant, golden light extended splendidly and rapidly reached the elders’ faces. The startled elders hastily raised their short staffs to block the incoming palm force.
However.
Kuuuuung!
"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"
As the blue energy surrounding their staffs clashed with the golden light, the elders let out agonized screams. The weight of the Buddha-light-infused palm strike shattered the elders' energy in one blow.
Overwhelmed by the force, the elders bounced around like autumn leaves swept by a typhoon and crashed into the great hall's walls.
“Wh- What power...!”
But there was no time to be amazed. Shaolin monks, who had closed the distance in an instant, broke through the tangled formations of the elders.
Stillness within motion. (정중동(靜中動))
Steps that seemed leisurely like taking a stroll, but in reality faster than anything else. It was the essence of Shaolin martial arts that was difficult to comprehend without experiencing it firsthand.
"Th- This!"
One of the elders brought down his short staff toward the head of a Shaolin monk who had appeared right before his nose. It was imbued with fierce energy. But he hesitated mid-swing.
If he struck down like this and this person couldn't respond in time? If his head cracked open? Could he handle the aftermath?
That split-second hesitation proved fatal on the battlefield.
Tak.
The Shaolin monk's palm, not missing the opening, touched the elder's chest with a tap.
“Hap!”
Kuuuuung!
The following energy release (발경(發勁)) shook the elder's insides into complete chaos.
"Guh!”
The elder, who let out a gasp, crumbled on the spot. Though not to the extent of endangering his life, his energy was completely disrupted, so he would not be able to move as he wished for some time.
“Amitabha!”
Even in that urgent situation, the Shaolin monk gave a brief bow to the fallen man, then launched himself to find his next opponent.
The yellow wind that stormed inside the great hall was truly sweeping away the stagnant Beggar Union.
"Th- That's... Wow..."
"Freaking awesome..."
Jo-Gol, who had been charging forward, glanced sideways at the voices. Baek Cheon, who had said what Jo-Gol was thinking, was at some point staring blankly at the Shaolin monks.
“That’s my line.”
“…Isn’t that seriously amazing?”
"That... That’s true, but..."
The Shaolin monks were literally smashing the elders to pieces. Watching them for a moment, Jo-Gol suddenly seemed to recall something.
“Come to think of it, have we been cussing out and fighting with guys like that all this time?”
“...”
“...”
An awkward silence fell over Mount Hua disciples.
“Maybe we should reconsider our stance even now…”
“H- Hey! What are you talking about!”
Yoon Jong was about to waver for a moment before he shouted firmly.
"Our situation is different, isn't it! Those yangban don't use swords but fight with their fists. How can we be the same as people who can hit as they like while we have to use the flat of our blades in fear of killing?”
“...Even considering that, isn’t it amazing?”
“Uh… Well.”
That's also true. Yes, it is.
“…Shaolin is really stupidly strong.”
Of course, what they saw wasn't everything. It was true that the Shaolin monks were strong, but right now the elders of Beggar Union were also unable to display even a fraction of their true prowess.
As everyone knew, half of the battle was momentum. The shock of unexpected Shaolin appearing and attacking, combined with the situation where they couldn't truly fight back against such Shaolin, bound the hands and feet of Beggar Union elders. So, it was fair to say that they were completely different people from the elders who had fought against Mount Hua.
If not for that, those who were the elders of Beggar Union wouldn’t be getting swept away so pathetically.
“A—Mi—Ta—Bha!”
Kwaaaaang!
Not that they stood much chance even at full strength, of course.
“It’s like there are a hundred Monk Hye Yeons.”
“Honestly, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.”
“There are a hundred people like Monk Hye Yeon.”
“…That’s hard to deny.”
Just as the Mount Hua disciples were shaking their heads, someone suddenly leaped into the air like a spring.
"...Samae?”
Kakak!
While everyone was busy admiring Shaolin's might, Yoo Iseol seemed to feel otherwise. Her back seemed to say, ‘I really don’t like this situation.’. Having leaped up in a single bound, Yoo Iseol fluttered down among Beggar Union elders.
Soon after.
“Aaaaaaaargh!”
“Wha- What is it! Suddenly!”
Familiar screams to Mount Hua disciples began ringing out.
“Sago! I’ll help too!”
“What are you doing! We should fight too, Sasuk!”
“That’s right! Yeah!”
Baek Cheon, coming to his senses, nodded and gripped his sword properly.
Right now, they were pressing forward with crushing force thanks to momentum, but the fact remained that they were outnumbered. If Beggar Union were to come to their senses and utilize their numerical advantage, the damage would be great. They also had to join in and end this battle before the opponent came to his senses.
“Press them!”
“Yes!”
Just as the Mount Hua disciples, led by Baek Cheon, were about to unleash fierce sword energy.
“Ooooooh!”
Kwaaaaang!
One step ahead, golden energy erupted from the front, instantly blowing away several still-confused elders.
“Monk!”
“That guy’s really having fun, huh!”
As Jo-Gol said, Hye Yeon’s face was unusually flushed. The fact that he was fighting alongside people from his sect seemed to have eased the knot he had been carrying deep inside.
Without realizing it, Hye Yeon spoke with a smile on his lips.
"Follow behind me..."
“Stay calm.”
Hye Yeon flinched and turned his gaze at the sudden voice. At some point, Hye Bang had broken through the many elders and appeared nearby, smiling warmly as he looked at Hye Yeon.
"Sa- Sahyung..."
“Have you been well?”
"I..."
Hye Yeon bit his lip hard, his face looking like he was about to cry.
“Ugh!”
Hye Bang smoothly deflected a flying short staff, pushed the elder back with majestic energy, then stood beside Hye Yeon.
“You’ve worked hard.”
“...”
“There is much I want to say, but the timing is not good. Let’s take care of what needs to be done first.”
“...Yes, Sahyung!”
“Acting Sect Leader!”
"Yes!"
“Let’s exchange greetings after the situation is over.”
“Understood!”
Baek Cheon nodded while swinging his sword. As Hye Bang said, the priority now was to deal with the elders and suppress the chaos in Beggar Union.
“Press forward!”
"Yes!"
Mount Hua's crimson plum-blossom sword energy merged with the golden radiance emanating from Shaolin's two sahyungs.
“…Phew.”
Watching this, Chung Myung shook his head and clicked his tongue.
"This is why you can't underestimate those bald bastards."
He almost pitied Beggar Union now that they had to face Shaolin as their enemy. Just encountering the charging Shaolin monks made them restless, and watching the elders get beaten and collapse brought out bitter laughter.
The moment they thought they couldn't handle the aftermath even if they won, they seemed to lose their will to resist.
What were they thinking, starting something like this without even having that much resolve?
"How...?"
“Hm?”
Chung Myung turned his gaze again at the voice coming from the front.
Lone Tiger Divine Beggar was glaring at him with a face so grim it seemed it couldn’t get any more contorted.
“How… How on earth could you bring them in?”
“Aah?”
“Wasn’t Shaolin the enemy of Mount Hua? Then why on earth is Shaolin helping you!”
That voice was filled with resentment, anger, and despair.
“Tsk.”
Chung Myung clicked his tongue.
“This is why Beggar Union, despite holding so much information, has never once been able to lead the martial world.”
“What?”
Tak.
Chung Myung lightly tapped his head with his sword tip.
"You were born with this attached. Use this, this. You stupid bastard."
"Guh...!"
"Then again, that pathetic brain of yours is probably stuffed with nothing but justifications and schemes. That's why you miss it."
"What am I missing?"
"People."
Lone Tiger Divine Beggar's eyes wavered at the word.
“It’s people who are swayed by justification, and it’s people who build power. You, who only grasp the world through numbers, could never imagine it.”
Chung Myung looked at Lone Tiger Divine Beggar as if he found him truly pathetic and continued.
“And even if you don’t know that much, isn’t it normal to assume that there would be a countermeasure if I made my move? You want to become the sect leader of Beggar Union with a head that can't even think of that? You bastard who'll ruin Beggar Union."
There are people like that in the world.
Those who don’t become leaders because they’re outstanding, but who believe they are outstanding simply because they’ve become leaders. Those who believe the hat they wear will prove their ability.
“Y- You bastard…”
Lone Tiger Divine Beggar trembled all over, unable to overcome his sense of humiliation. But he couldn't even utter a single word of rebuttal.
Grinding his teeth like that, he barely managed to open his mouth.
"Then... Then! Should I have just remained silent? When that bastard was taking Beggar Union..."
"A~ah."
Chung Myung cut off Lone Tiger Divine Beggar's words as if he didn't want to hear them.
“Let’s not spout nonsense when we both know the truth. You never had that intention from the start.”
“What?”
“If you were really worried and dissatisfied about that, you would have tried to change this system where a single leader can shake the entire Beggar Union. While supporting the new young sect leader. Talking to them and listening to what they want.”
“...”
“You didn’t like that, did you? Because you couldn't wield the power yourself. You weren’t angry that Beggar Union was going astray, you were angry because it wasn’t moving according to your will.”
Chung Myung let out a blatant sneer.
“I know bastards like you well. Incompetent yet overflowing with greed, desperately trying to inflate your nonexistent capabilities. Those who would do anything if they could get their hands on even a strand of power."
Each word pouring from his mouth was like a blade.
"Well, actually, your type is common enough that normally I would have just given you a proper beating and moved on... but I happened to hear a slightly annoying old story these past few days. I’ve been trying to forget, but looking at you keeps reminding me.”
“Wha- What are you talking about now?”
"What am I talking about?"
Chung Myung chuckled.
"I'm saying you're so dead."
Then he cracked his neck left and right and stepped forward. Lone Tiger Divine Beggar clenched his teeth and shouted urgently.
“Surround him! We just need to hold on a little longer! Once the disciples arrive, we can turn the situation around!”
Lone Tiger Divine Beggar's eyes seethed with venom.
But then, something strange happened.
The elders who had moved like his limbs... averted their gazes.
"You, you bastards...!"
Seeing them neither move nor meet his eyes, bewilderment flashed across Lone Tiger Divine Beggar's face.
Lone Tiger Divine Beggar's words might be right. If the beggars joined, they might turn the situation around.
But if that happened, those here would bear responsibility for attacking Shaolin by force.
No one here had the loyalty to protect Lone Tiger Divine Beggar while taking on such responsibility. The spoils of victory they might have gained were already long gone.
“How pitiful.”
Chung Myung clicked his tongue in exaggerated pity.
The elders who had been blocking like a wall between him and Lone Tiger Divine Beggar stepped aside to the left and right. Lone Tiger Divine Beggar and Chung Myung faced each other head-on.
“It doesn’t seem like much would change even if you became the sect leader, does it?”
“Shut up, you punk!”
The enraged Lone Tiger Divine Beggar shouted like he was having a seizure.
“This is all your fault! You ruined everything! I won’t let you get away with this!”
Explosively unleashing tremendous momentum, he charged toward Chung Myung.
Chung Myung smiled slightly at the sight.
"Still, right now you do look like a tiger among dogs."
Compared to those elders, at least.
“But even so...”
Thwack!
Chung Myung planted his foot firmly and lowered his stance.
"You're just a slightly strong son of a dog."
Paaaat!
Chung Myung's sword energy fiercely struck through the air, instantly severing the palm force of the approaching Lone Tiger Divine Beggar.
It resembled the downfall of the ambition Lone Tiger Divine Beggar had harbored.
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