Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1581. So who is it? (1)
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Taaaaat!”
Jongni Hyeong, his face pale, severed the neck of a retreating enemy with a single stroke.
The heavy sensation that lingered at his fingertips from the sword tip brushing flesh sent a strange satisfaction coursing through him.
It was a feeling one walking the righteous path should never indulge in, but the sensation of severing a villain's neck seemed to instantly unravel the rot that had festered within him.
'By the likes of these…!’
Who would dare attach the word ‘mere’ to the renowned Evil Tyrant Alliance? But they were proving it now. That Ten Great Sects were not lacking in doing so.
Watching the Evil Sects retreat with their faces turned pale brought a sense of satisfaction, but at the same time, he felt a thousand flames of renewed anger.
"Acting all high and mighty while running wild!"
A lightning-fast sword strike successively pierces the necks of those who retreat.
“Keok!”
Watching those who collapsed like rotten straw bundles without even managing proper screams, Jongni Hyeong roughly shook the blood from his sword.
‘What on earth have we been doing all this time!’
Yes, in fact, most of the Evil Sects they had faced until now had been like this.
Like a pack of jackals. Threatening enough to chase away even a tiger when relying on numbers and running wild, but each individual was utterly pathetic.
That was why they were trembling so pathetically before him now.
Those who have nothing to believe in but their numbers become nothing but trash the moment they lose that advantage.
“Was this all you were!”
Jongni Hyeong’s sword, filled with rage, was continuously shot toward the front.
After piercing another Evil Sects' neck, Jongni Hyeong sharply gazed ahead.
'My eyes had been clouded.'
While it would be excessive to call it fear when facing Evil Tyrant Alliance, it was true that he had felt something like unease.
Evil Tyrant Alliance certainly had the qualifications for that.
But the moment he faced their true nature directly with his sword like this, Jongni Hyeong realized an all-too-obvious fact anew.
Until now, Ten Great Sects has never confronted Evil Tyrant Alliance directly.
Even during that terrible Yangtze River Disaster, at Plum Blossom Island, even in Nanjing and Sichuan, Ten Great Sects had always been dragged along as the enemy desired, fighting where the enemy wanted them to fight.
Force the most difficult enemy into the place where it was most difficult for them to fight.
Toying with opponents while already having created situations where it would be difficult to lose even if you want to..
What made that possible was clearly the power of Evil Tyrant Alliance, no, the power of the strategic mind of Jang Ilso.
But this, in other words, meant that in a place where Jang Ilso’s strategic mind could not be exerted, Evil Tyrant Alliance was nothing more than a group of Evil Sects with large numbers.
'Bangjang!'
Bop Jeong had known this.
Here, there were no cliffs for Jang Ilso to exploit, no Yangtze River to bind their feet. No troublesome warships ((전선(戰船))) of the water fortress existed, merely a vast plain.
Here, the strength of Ten Great Sects becomes complete, and all the advantages of Evil Tyrant Alliance lose their power.
Bop Jeong had known all of this, and that was why he had urged everyone on and rushed all the way here. To seize this one chance.
'If so, isn't victory natural?'
Whether it was Myriad Man Manor or Black Ghost Fortress, their lineup seemed splendid at a glance. But upon closer examination, Myriad Man Manor was nothing more than an Evil Sects that wielded some power in Guizhou, and Black Ghost Fortress was also nothing more than a disorderly mob that had increased its power based on financial strength.
If they could fight properly, why would Ten Great Sects, why would Kongtong, fear them?
Jongni Hyeong gripped his cherished sword tightly.
Though he didn't want to admit it, the fear he had secretly harbored disappeared.
Then into that empty space flowed compensatory psychology for the time spent cowering. Simultaneously, even the desire for fame and glory (공명심(功名心)) that he had suppressed.
Victory was already a given.
Then who would be most praised in its wake? Which sect would claim the greatest glory?
Shaolin, who had created this whole situation?
‘…It might not necessarily be the case.'
Jongni Hyeong's eyes lit up like a hawk hunting its prey.
If there had been a brilliant strategy in this war, if it were a hard-won victory (신승(辛勝)) in a fierce battle where they had poured out everything, then that might be the case.
But if not that situation, the world would surely pay attention to something else.
What everyone was most curious about.
The value that everyone had no choice but to rate the highest. The most important thing since ancient times that determines the outcome of war.
Jongni Hyeong's burning gaze was fixed on one spot.
Behind the curtain of people spread before him, to one man standing in more splendid robes than anyone else.
'Jang Ilso's head.'
The world would surely want to confirm.
Which sect, which person, returned with that head. Who severed that head and ended this long war. Who saved Jungwon from that demon's clutches.
Ten years. No, at least a hundred years, perhaps an achievement that might be spoken of for over a thousand years.
At this moment, Jongni Hyeong's sword was asking him.
Will you miss this golden opportunity? What on earth was the reason he had trained with the sword all this time?
Some might call this a desire for fame and glory, or excessive greed.
“Haaaaaap!”
Paaaaat!
Jongni Hyeong's sword shot out like a beam of light. The confident sword tip precisely punged through the hearts of Evil Sects and pierced through.
'No! No!'
This was neither a desire for fame and glory nor excessive greed. Jang Ilso was putting the world into chaos, and someone had to sever that bastard's head. This was an undeniable truth.
Who can say Jongni Hyeong lacks the qualifications for this!
Just because Shaolin led everyone here doesn't mean Shaolin alone held the right to strike Jang Ilso down.
Rather, wouldn't someone who argued such qualifications in this place prove themselves to be someone captivated by glory with no interest in the world's safety?
Jongni Hyeong's eyes are gradually reddened.
The person draped in blood-red robes, flaunting such splendor that one couldn't tear their eyes away, was right there. Right there, so close it seemed he could be grasped at any moment.
"Break through! Advance! We shall take Paegun's head!"
Jongni Hyeong, unleashing all he had suppressed, began to draw up his internal strength as much as he had.
Taaaaaang!
A thunderous roar rang out. Rather than the sound of a sword being swung, it was closer to the sound of a bowstring stretched to its limit snapping.
Peng Ye, who had severed an enemy’s waist with a single stroke (일도(一刀)) of his blade, grit his teeth and glared forward.
Victory? That alone wasn't enough.
He needed more. More!
He needed something that would completely solidify his lacking position. An achievement so certain it would shut the mouths of the elders who still watched him with suspicious eyes!
'Hyung-nim.'
Peng Ye's elder brother was bold and generous. No one doubted that he was a talent who would bring glory to the family. A person who was more Peng-like than anyone. Such was Peng Jaseo, who was Peng Ye's elder brother.
In contrast, Peng Ye was not.
His innately cautious nature clung to him like a curse, branding him with the stigma of being ‘un-Peng-like’.
Innate temperament was difficult to change even with effort.
No matter how he feigned boldness, honed his blade, or preached of power and conquest, the label of being ‘unworthy of Peng’ would not fall away.
'Damn it!'
Even when his brother's boldness turned into arrogance and strangling the elders, and they reached out to Peng Ye to escape the crisis of losing power.
Even after Paeng Ye, who had thus joined forces with them, pushed aside his elder brother and ascended to the position of patriarch.
The elders always doubted Peng Ye for the reason that he was ‘un-Peng-like’.
Peng Ye was no longer needed by them. Just a defective product they had to use for a while because it was necessary. So once his usefulness was exhausted, he should return to being a useless defective product.
Perhaps they were already looking for someone to replace Peng Ye. Someone more Peng Family-like than anyone, possessing that damn boldness.
Did he regret it?
Hardly.
He has no regrets. Even though Peng Jeosu, whom he had pushed aside and made into a ruined man with his own hands, was his elder brother. Even if he was a brother who, thanks to that bold personality, had cherished his younger brother Peng Ye more than his own father.
There could be no regret.
Those who lived believing they would stand above did not know. They don't understand the feelings of those who can never stand at the top. Could they even guess the feelings of one who, despite being closer than anyone, could never take that final step, who was never even given the qualification to take that step?
So that must be why he looked at Peng Ye that way. Until the very last moment, he must have sent him looks filled with trust that his younger brother would never trap him.
Swaeaeaek!
Peng Ye's blade swung violently. He not only cut but shattered the enemy’s body. Incomparably strong, and unbelievably swift.
But Peng Ye now knew. Even in Kangho where power was everything, there were things power alone cannot achieve.
'I didn't want to become the patriarch.'
He just wanted to prove. That he too was someone who could become Peng Family's patriarch. That he had the potential to become a greater patriarch than his elder brother.
If even one person had acknowledged him, Peng Ye would have tried not to leave the position of assisting Peng Jaseo for his entire life.
But that one person did not exist. No one acknowledged him.
So he does not regret it. Though what he had to abandon for proof was far too great, he will never regret it.
‘I was not wrong.’
Even if he could go back, he would choose the same. He must be right. If he had been wrong, then everything he had done would be denied.
And so, that was brilliance (광휘(光輝)).
The leader of enemy, the demon of Guizhou, the emperor of Gangnam…
No matter what words were listed, they could not completely describe the Jang Ilso that Peng Ye was looking at.
In Peng Ye’s eyes right now, that man looked like a bright red fruit.
He must obtain it. He must somehow obtain it.
Then no one could deny him. Everything he has done will be justified, and his decisions will be for the well-being of the world.
Even the idiots of Peng Family, who were just watching from the safe Beijing at this moment, would have no choice but to bow their heads before his brilliant great achievement.
"Ah..."
Peng Ye's hand reaches out toward the distant Jang Ilso.
A burning thirst that nothing could quench.
The only being that could slake this thirst was there.
The existence that would make Peng Ye not a pathetic man who had to hide behind the authority of Bop Jeong, but the proud patriarch of Peng Family and a great hero.
If… If only he could obtain that neck!
“Paeguuuuuuun!”
A furious roar erupted from Peng Ye’s mouth.
“Aaaaaaaah!”
Letting out a shout resembling a scream, he drew up his internal strength to the fullest and swung his blade.
Evil Sects who were blocking the path to Jang Ilso were slaughtered in an instant.
Blood splatters like a downpour.
Normally he would have frowned in disgust, but Peng Ye felt nothing now. No, at this moment, this hot and fishy blood pouring over his face was rather sweet and welcome.
"Kill them!"
This was perhaps proof that the blood of Peng Family flowed thickly in him as well.
"Kill them! All of them! Leave not a single one who stands in our way, leaving not a single one behind!”!"
Peng Ye moved toward the dazzling light that seemed to blind his eyes.
The light named Jang Ilso. Toward the glory he rightfully should possess.
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