Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1580. Take it somewhere (5)
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Ami-ta-bha!”
A majestic yet simultaneously vicious chant burst forth.
From Shaolin monks charging at the vanguard came a force so fierce it was hard to believe they were Buddhist monks at all.
While ordinary martial artists might feel it magnificent, those who walked the same Buddhist path would likely frown at how excessively violent it seemed.
Yet for the Shaolin monks, it was only natural.
From the Yangtze River Disaster until now, had they not suffered the most hardships in the world? They had lost their honor and set aside their pride. They had even been forced to turn against fellow Shaolin monks and split apart.
Though they had committed no wrong themselves, they had to endure the harsh cost with their entire beings.
And now, the very root of it all stood before their eyes.
“Paeguuuuuuun!”
Someone's scream rang out, almost rupturing their eardrums.
Shaolin monks' eyes naturally sharpened.
Yes. That was him. The source of all evil (만악(萬惡)) who had plunged the world into suffering, taken countless lives, and even cast Shaolin into a filthy cesspool!
He called it 'avoidance'.
Did Jang Ilso have the faintest idea how cruelly that one word had pierced Shaolin’s heart?
That all the humiliation they had gritted their teeth and endured until now was not just meaningless but cowardly? Could he understand what meaning this would hold for those belonging to Shaolin?
"Annihilate the enemy!"
The fury left by that word was greater than anyone imagined. Even Bop Kye, who had always led the martial artist monks calmly, raised his momentum without restraining his anger.
And the anger and hostility swelled even greater the moment they saw Jang Ilso standing there calmly while gazing at them intently.
Yes, that was him!
That man had brought about all of this, and as if that weren't enough, he was a demon who had made a fool of the world with his three-inch tongue.
The extravagant red robe stood out like the North Star even amidst the chaos of so many people mingling and seething.
Everyone, including Shaolin, felt a burning thirst upon seeing that distinct red color.
That neck!
No matter what hardships they had to endure, if they could just sever that neck, they could end all this.
Then the world would return to the world they once knew, and Shaolin and the other Ten Great Sects could once again receive the world's praise.
If only they could kill that bastard...!
The eyes of several Shaolin monks turned bloodshot.
“Oooooooooh!”
Golden Buddha light bloomed from the entire body of the Shaolin monk charging at the front.
As if in response, a radiant Buddha light simultaneously shot out from the bodies of the Shaolin monks following him.
The effect of Shaolin internal strength art raised to its extreme.
The sight of the martial artist monks in their yellow robes, their entire bodies dyed in an auspicious golden light, was just like a golden army racing across the land.
It was a scene that perfectly proved why Shaolin was called the Northern Star of Kangho.
Terror for the enemy, and soaring morale for allies!
It was a brilliant spectacle that could momentarily freeze even the feet of the Red Hounds, who disregarded their own lives out of loyalty to Jang Ilso.
And Shaolin’s might was not only in momentum.
“Ami-ta-bha!”
Bop Kye launched his body into the air and thrust his palm toward the empty space. The palm energy that poured from it formed the shape of a giant palm in the air and was then shot toward the advancing army of Evil Tyrant Alliance.
“Ta- Tathagata (여래(如來))!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The charging Red Hounds were struck by Bop Kye's palm energy, spraying blood as they were flung back.
“There is no mercy here! Do not hesitate to break the precept against killing!”
“Amitabha!”
The Shaolin monks raised their momentum with a hundredfold courage.
“Follow Shaolin!”
It wasn't just Shaolin that was inspired by that momentum.
Peng Family and Kongtong following behind also shouted cheers, as if intoxicated by the momentum shown by the Shaolin monks.
Ten Great Sects.
A name that could never be forsaken. The pride they had held under that name was now exploding upon this earth.
In contrast, the demeanor of those meeting them at the very front was quite different.
Tadadadat!
Red Hounds ran like hunting dogs chasing prey. Their bloodshot eyes and gleaming murderous intent were terrifying to behold, yet they neither shouted resolves nor did they try to explode with boiling killing spirit.
To fight. To bite. To trample and to protect.
That was as natural to them as breathing. Just as no one needs special preparation or action to breathe and eat, they needed no other ritual for battle.
When commanded, they fight; when commanded, they die. No matter who the opponent. Even if all they would gain in return was a worthless death.
Therefore, even upon seeing the Buddha light pouring and spreading across the land, they did not halt their advance.
"Kill them."
The two armies, now like opposing spears, slammed into one another without the slightest slowing.
Kwaaang!
Blood burst from a body and sprayed into the sky like fireworks. It was crimson, even redder than the sunset.
The first form of Shaolin’s Arhat Fist (나한권(羅漢拳)) displayed its power toward the approaching enemies. Golden-soaked fists hammered without mercy into the bodies of the Red Hounds who swung their blades.
Kuuuung!
A heavy striking sound like hitting a temple bell (범종(梵鐘)) with a massive hammer.
The Red Hounds, who had tried to end the Shaolin monks' lives with a single swing of their blades, were flung back faster than their charging speed without even uttering a scream.
What was contained in the fist suffused with Buddhist light was weight (重). Not a force that breaks, tears, and cuts, but a force that pushes the enemy back with a weight as heavy as the lives they have protected!
Evil Sects internal strength was inevitably crude, gathered haphazardly in pursuit of strength by any means. It could not withstand the incomparably pure internal strength of the Shaolin monks.
When force clashes with force, it was not size but density that overwhelms everything.
But Red Hounds had not earned their fearsome reputation for nothing either.
Even as a fist like a giant iron hammer struck towards their chests, the Red Hound's blade was swung. Not toward the opponent’s neck, but toward the wrist of the opponent that had struck their own chest.
Kagak!
Though the forearm had become harder than steel with internal strength, it could not completely withstand a Red Hound's blade strike delivered with full force.
The price was a single wound.
Not sacrificing flesh to cut bone ((살을 내어 주고 뼈를 치는 것(肉斬骨斷))), but sacrificing bone to cut flesh (뼈를 내어 주고 살을 친다(骨斷肉斬)).
A hunting dog's role was not to cut the prey's throat. It was to wound and drive them in.
As befitting their name, Red Hounds (홍견(紅犬)), their path was not without the slightest bit of greed.
But no matter how skilled the hunting dog, it cannot handle a great tiger.
The strength of the opponents they had to face was too great to be satisfied with carving a single wound.
“Ami-ta-bha!”
Bodies forged through hardship, ascetic practice, and strict precepts. The fists (권(拳)) of the Shaolin monks, filled with rage towards the enemy, soared mightily.
Kwaaaaang!
The Red Hounds sprayed blood and collapsed.
Thousand-Year Shaolin.
Like the great roc that sleeps for a thousand years but flies ninety thousand li once it spreads its wings. Once they unfurled their might, Shaolin was truly terrifying.
Even the Red Hounds, who as Jang Ilso's hunting hounds had spread their infamy not only throughout Evil Sects but across the entire world, could not withstand the might of Shaolin's arhats.
“Press them harder!”
Kuuuuung!
Bop Kye stamped his foot and spread both hands wide.
Thousand Buddha Hands! (천불수(千佛手))
The dozens, hundreds of hand strikes (수강(手鋼)) he created swept away the charging enemies like the hands of the Thousand-Armed Guanyin chasing away demons (마라(魔羅)).
An enormous shout burst from Bop Kye's mouth as he sent dozens of enemies flying at once.
"Punish Evil Sects and restore the Dharma!”
But it wasn’t the Shaolin monks who were most enraptured by the sight, but Kongtong and Peng Family.
'As expected of Shaolin...!'
At the feast of power unfolding before his eyes, Kongtong Sect Leader Jongni Hyeong trembled continuously.
Strong. Overwhelmingly strong.
It was hard to understand why they had remained silent until now with such power.
Of course, the battle had only just begun, and Shaolin’s exploits were nothing more than seizing the opening momentum.
But don't they say a good start was half the battle? Having brought the initial momentum in this great fight, the advantage was immeasurably huge.
"We can't fall behind either! Don't leave everything to Shaolin!"
“Yes! Sect Leader!”
The swordsmen of Kongtong also had pride as pillars of Ten Great Sects. They could not let Shaolin take all the glory.
But there were those here who moved even faster.
"Sweep them away!"
“Pe- Peng Gaju!”
Peng Ye and the blade-wielders of Peng Family crashed into the enemy flank with a terrifying momentum.
When it came to aggressiveness, no place in Righteous Sects of Kangho could match Peng Family. Great blades radiating overwhelming force from their magnificent frames fell toward enemy heads everywhere.
Kwagagak!
With a gruesome sound like an axe splitting firewood, the corpses of the enemies, enemies split in half fell to both sides like chopped wood.
Unlike Shaolin which pushed back enemies, these were brutal killing techniques (살초(殺招)) that showed not the slightest mercy. Regardless of the level of their martial realm, the result created by that massive great blade was as threatening as, or even more so than Shaolin’s.
“Oooooooh!”
Peng Ye's blade swept horizontally. With that single stroke, the waists of several Myriad Man Manor martial artists were severed. The severed upper bodies spun in the air, scattering blood in all directions.
A violent single stroke (일도(一刀)) where none of his usual composure could be found! It was as if proving that Peng Family blood flowed in his veins.
Peng Ye roared like a tiger.
“Today we seize the name of the world’s greatest family! Smash them all to pieces!”
Shaolin, Peng Family, and Kongtong.
Each of these names alone could shake the world. Their power was truly beyond imagination.
Even the martial artists of Myriad Man Manor, whose reputation in Gangnam rivaled that of the grim reaper, cannot dare to oppose them and retreat helplessly.
Knowing full well that Jang Ilso was behind them.
“Eu- Euwaaah!”
"Where do you think you're going! You Evil Sects bastards!"
Shaolin's fists showed no mercy even to those retreating.
Wuuuuuuung!
Air-Splitting Palms (격공장(隔空掌)) that burst forth in succession shattered the bodies of those retreating. Divine fists (신권(神拳)) that shot forth magnificently crushed even those who were beyond the reach of those fists.
It was truly an unstoppable force. A one-sided battle.
“Jang Ilsooooo!”
At that moment, Bop Kye let out a roar and launched his body into the air.
He had spotted the man in red robes standing leisurely at the far back of this bloody battlefield.
“Ooooooooh!”
The fist force that shot out from his fist flew in a straight line toward Jang Ilso. A force so great it seemed it would shatter a body just by grazing it!
But Jang Ilso, standing at the front, did not even twitch his brow. He only gazed silently at the incoming force.
“You don’t know your place.”
Instead of Jang Ilso, Jeok Ho (적호(赤虎)/Red Tiger) who had been standing behind leaped forward.
Kiiiiiing!
With an ear-splitting shriek, his blade released a fierce energy and cleaved through the onrushing fist force in a single stroke.
As if Bop Kye could never be an opponent for Jang Ilso.
Certainly, that thought might not have been wrong. But on this side, there was surely one who could be Jang Ilso’s opponent.
“Amitabha.”
A whisper-like chant echoed softly.
At that moment, Jeok Ho felt all the hair on his body stand on end. And then he saw it.
The form of a giant Golden Buddha (금불(金佛)) being created like an illusion in the middle of the enemy formation. It's as if the Buddha himself has appeared.
Jeok Ho's eyes widened greatly.
The form of the giant Golden Buddha and the figure of the one person creating that form came into his view.
“Bo- Bop Jeong!”
The golden radiance blazed brighter, and the image of the Buddha surged forth towards Jeok Ho… no, towards Jang Ilso behind Jeok Ho.
"U- Uaaaaaaaah!"
A sense of crisis assaulted him enough to make all the hair on his body stand straight up.
But instead of dodging, Jeok Ho swung his blade with all his might at the incoming Golden Buddha.
Kaaaaaaaang!
Yet the strike that had so easily cut through Bop Kye’s attack could not cut through Bop Jeong’s Golden Buddha. At best, he only slightly twisted its direction.
“Ryeonju-nim! You must dodge...!”
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
The Golden Buddha flew into Jang Ilso and exploded with a thunderous blast.
“Rye- Ryeonju-nim!”
Ho Gamyeong, who had been composed throughout, suddenly showed shock and rushed toward Jang Ilso.
If he had been hit directly by that ridiculously powerful energy, even if it was Jang Ilso…!
“Ryeonju-nim! Are you alright, Ryeonju-nim?”
Ho Gamyeong gritted his teeth and cut through the rising dust cloud.
Soon, wind rose due to the turbulent atmosphere of the battlefield. The moment the thick dust cloud was blown away, Ho Gamyeong froze in place.
It wasn't a surprise at Bop Jeong’s power great enough to cause a massive explosion.
It was Jang Ilso, watching the battlefield without moving an inch even after seeing the power of the energy that had fallen right before his eyes. Those eyes colder than the blade-wind blowing from the Northern Sea ice walls made even Ho Gamyeong freeze.
“Rye- Ryeonju-nim...”
What Jang Ilso was looking at was not Shaolin, not Bop kye, not even Bop Jeong.
Just the chaotic battlefield. The battlefield that was raging like black calamity fire, feeding on the blood of Evil Tyrant Alliance.
"Quite..."
The corners of his red lips curled up ominously.
“…excited, it seems.”
His gloomily sunken eyes emitted a sinister, snake-like gleam.
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