Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1584. So who is it? (4)
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Paaaaat!
Paaaaat!
Human heads burst open one after another.
Those surging blue flames were more dangerous than they appeared, more lethal than what the senses perceived.
As if truly alive, they undulated in directions beyond expectation, slicing through everything they grazed and crushing every body within range.
Blue Flame Killing Reinforced Energy. Jang Ilso's exclusive martial art.
That martial art, befitting the ultimate technique of Jang Ilso who had fought through countless battles, was thoroughly displaying its true worth when surrounded by enemies in the heart of the battlefield.
Kaaaaang!
The surging flames deflected the incoming sword. Simultaneously, they swept forth and burrowed into the opponent's chest. Mercilessly, like the claws of an evil dragon.
Kwadeudeuk!
A man whose chest was ripped open fell forward. The merciless flames crushed the back of his head as he fell.
Plop!
The flame lurches as if shivering in pleasure and spreads out.
“Jang Ilsoooooooo!”
A lightning-quick sword stretched towards Jang Ilso's face.
But Jang Ilso, seeing that sword, merely tilted his head calmly and stepped forward.
Crunch!
A large hand gripped the face of the person who had thrust the sword.
Kwaaaaak!
The immense force that followed crushed the man’s face. In the agony of his face being crushed, the Kongtong disciple gurgled and clung to Jang Ilso’s wrist.
“Keu… Keuk…”
“Remember.”
Puuuk!
Jang Ilso, who had spoken kindly, completely crushed his face.
“Against an opponent stronger than you.”
Paat!
Jang Ilso's sleeve fluttered greatly. The neck of someone charging at him was severed with a schlick by the edge of that sleeve.
Spuuuut!
The splattered blood created a thick fog of blood around Jang Ilso. It was a sight so cruel, one could hardly believe it belonged to this world.
"You don't charge head-on."
From within the thick red mist, Jang Ilso smiled faintly.
Paat!
He landed on the ground, landing in the middle of a crowd of men rushing for his neck. His long coat flapped wildly like the wings of a red butterfly.
Kwadeuk!
His fist, which shot out like a thunderbolt, pierced the chest of Peng Family member who was swinging his blade. Though the blood-soaked fist protruded through his back, Jang Ilso whispered into the ear of Peng Family person who had not yet died and was still convulsing.
“Oh my… Does it hurt?”
Paaaaat!
Jang Ilso may have been a rather merciful. His arm, swept upward, instantly split the pierced Peng Family member's body in two and completely severed his breath.
Hot blood scattered into the air once more.
Swaeaeaek!
But the frenzied blades that sought him did not falter even at the sight of death before their eyes.
On the contrary, five blades imbued fully with internal energy flew in at the same time as if to shred Jang Ilso to pieces.
Kagang! Kagagang!
The incoming blades struck Jang Ilso's wrist —or more precisely, the ornaments he wore. His forearm, packed tight with solid muscle, easily blocked blades twice as thick and large as his arm.
"Dieeeee!"
But neither Peng Family's blade wielders nor Kongtong's sword warriors retreated. The figure of Jang Ilso before them shone too dazzlingly to retreat from. Like a ripened fruit, swollen to the brim and ready to drop at any moment.
Like madmen bereft of reason, dozens of warriors screamed and charged at Jang Ilso.
The corners of Jang Ilso's lips twisted into a cruel sneer.
"Not enough."
Paaaaaaaat!
At that moment, dozens of streaks of lightning shot out from his fingertips.
“Keuk!”
"Keuaaaaak!"
The shock of something piercing and tearing through their bodies. Those who were pierced in the head died on the spot, and those who were pierced in the body let out terrible screams in unbearable pain.
Whatever had entered them spun violently inside, wrenching and shredding everything within.
Kagang!
Finally, the things that had emerged through bodies bounced off rocks on the ground and shot up. Seeing the rings that sparkled while wrapped in blood and flesh, everyone was momentarily dazed.
“This much won’t do!”
Whiiiiiing!
Jang Ilso shouted loudly and swept his arm across the air.
From the tips of his long-grown fingernails arose claw energy like the claws of a young demon, slicing apart the bodies of those writhing in agony in a single motion.
Flesh scattered and red blood poured forth. Jang Ilso, covered from head to toe in the clear traces of slaughter and death, burst into a mad laugh as if he couldn't contain himself.
“Hahahahat! Hahahahahahahahat! You look like slaughtered pigs! Ahahahahahahahahahahat! More! Come on, more! Hurry!”
A bizarre martial art no one had ever imagined.
A cruelty that never allowed an opponent to live.
A successive torrent of mad laughter and ridicule.
With his attire added to that, everything about Jang Ilso permitted no one to take their eyes off of him. Those who had once captured him in their sight had only two choices.
To die with his madness burned into your gaze, or kill Jang Ilso with their own hands to sever that madness that kept spreading like fire.
A Peng Family member's blade, infected by Jang Ilso's madness, fell toward him. No, perhaps what actually dwelt in his eyes was fear.
The fear felt when one faces an endless cliff, unable to escape and forced only to move forward. That crushing despair.
“Heuaaaaaaaaaah!”
Peng Family man thrust his blade in a frenzy.
Kaang! Sogeok!
But an unexpected result occurred.
His blade avoided Jang Ilso's accessories and embedded itself in his arm.
Of course, it was merely a flesh wound at most. But it was a fact that his blade had inflicted a visibly deep wound on Jang Ilso’s body and made him shed red blood.
"Ah... ah?"
Chaeng!
The blade that had been embedded in the arm soon shattered with a sharp metallic sound. The broken edge lodged itself straight into the wielder’s own throat.
It was a death no different from the others who had perished beneath Jang Ilso’s hand, but at the same time, unmistakably different.
That single strike remained clearly in the eyes of everyone here.
At least those with the surname Peng would remember the name of the one who inflicted a major wound on Jang Ilso's body. This was what honor meant!
A flame once again soars in the chests of those who were slowly sinking into bleak despair.
“Ooooooooooooh!”
Those who summoned courage … no, those who summoned courage desire, charged at Jang Ilso with their eyes rolled back.
Sword after sword, and another sword. Blade after blade, and another blade!
What was contained in those countless blades was nothing but malice (악의(惡意)). The thick, pungent malice that they had so loudly claimed to be so distant from Righteous Sects.
"Yes."
Jang Ilso looked at the products of malice flying toward him with a twisted face. With a face that was endlessly delighted, yet also endlessly disgusted.
"This is it."
Kwang!
As he stomped a Shock Step, the ornaments that were thrown all returned at once while piercing through the bodies of those trying to attack him like sheets of paper.
“Kuaaaaaaah!”
Fist-sized holes appeared throughout their bodies with a pop. Terrible screams erupted sporadically. Blood that had burst out like a firecracker splattered onto Jang Ilso’s pale face.
“Aaaaaargh!”
Even while trembling in agony, several malice-filled individuals knew not how to give up. A flying sword cut a long gash on Jang Ilso’s cheek, and a great blade took off a chunk of his shoulder flesh.
But Jang Ilso showed no change in expression, as if he didn't even feel the pain. He just laughed with a face full of madness.
Those who collapsed while charging, those who slumped in pain, even those swept along having forgotten what they were doing.
They all tangle together like chunks of meat and rush towards Jang Ilso.
“Hahahahat!”
Jang Ilso burst into laughter.
These were the lofty Righteous Sects who had ridiculed and scorned him. The lofty yangban who had sat loftily in their high places and sneered at the secular world struggling below.
Thunk!
Jang Ilso's hand grabbed the distorted face of an enemy.
Why don't they understand?
That they had been able to look down so loftily upon everyone in the secular world was simply because they already possessed what everyone desired.
That if they too had something to crave, they would be no different from the dirty insects of the secular world.
Paaaaaaat!
Viciously sharp reinforced energy surged from the edge of Jang Ilso's horizontally swept sleeve. The sleeve, cutting the world evenly as if with perfect fairness, bisected those surrounding him.
Throughout this, Jang Ilso watched intently.
The eyes boiling with hatred instantly filled with emptiness. The gaze of those who were growing cold, unable to accept to the very end that their fate was to do nothing but struggle here and die.
Resentment, emptiness, fear, sorrow. Each held a different emotion.
But in one corner of all those gazes, desire that still could not be abandoned remained lodged.
Something Jang Ilso had seen countless times and would continue to see. Perhaps as long as he lived, what he saw would never change.
Feet wearing red silk shoes slowly stepped through the space emptied by countless fallen bodies. That foot naturally trampled the cheek of the corpse which was growing cold and stiff.
It was merely a step forward.
It was just that others would read into that one step. The cruelty that treats the dead as mere chunks of flesh, the icy heart that loses interest in what had already grown cold, and the predator’s composure dwelling in it.
"Why so?"
Jang Ilso slowly raised his hand.
The blood flowing from his wounds mixed with that of others and trickled down.
As he caressed his cheek, a red mark spread as if smudged.
Looking at those who had hesitated, Jang Ilso smiled with a ghostly appearance. And he whispered.
"I am here. Come kill me and take it. What you desire."
At that moment.
Swaeaeaek!
Ten or so black shadows leapt up over the tangled mass of corpses. In that instant, Jang Ilso's eyes took on a different gleam. Their lightness art itself was different. They were not the riff-raff he had been dealing with until now.
“Paeguuuuun!”
Crimson blade energy and blue sword energy fiercely rushed toward Jang Ilso.
Instead of confronting it, Jang Ilso quickly retreated.
Kwagagagagak! Kwagak!
The poured energies roughly clawed at the ground where Jang Ilso had stood, and only the fallen corpses were cruelly swept away.
"Huh?"
Jang Ilso's eyes suddenly lit up brilliantly.
Paaaaang!
His retrieved rings flew again as if tearing through the empty air.
Kang! Kaang! Kang!
But this time, the opponents were no pushovers. The elites of Kongtong and Peng Family, having already confirmed Jang Ilso's techniques, struck down the rings as if they had expected them.
But Kongtong elders using swords were pushed back by the aftermath. It couldn’t be helped as sword was lighter than blade.
Thanks to this, Peng Family elites who had seized the initiative charged at Jang Ilso like tigers.
Just as Jang Ilso's eyes were emitting blue killing intent!
Kwaaaaaaaang!
Jang Ilso's body was flung backwards out of nowhere.
"Heuk!"
“Wha- What?”
The Peng Family elites rushing in stopped in shock.
What appeared after the sudden impact was golden fist force.
A strike so fast it made it seem like Jang Ilso had been sent flying on his own. It was a fist force imbued with the Buddha light unique to Shaolin.
“Ami-ta-bha!”
A magnificent chant that shook the earth and the heavens burst out.
Soon, one person slowly descended to where Jang Ilso had been standing.
“Ba- Bangjang!”
“Bangjang!”
Both those who had been cowering in fear and those who had been looking for an opportunity stared at Bop Jeong in alarm.
But Bop Jeong didn't even give them a glance and just watched the fallen Jang Ilso. His gaze was heavy and dark.
“Paegun, cease your hand.”
It was an exceedingly awkward scene.
Jang Ilso lies sprawled on the red-soaked ground amid the corpses and scattered weapons. It truly didn't suit him at all.
"Ha..."
Soon a hollow voice leaked from Jang Ilso's mouth.
He slowly raised his body and then pulled up one leg to sit. In that languid posture, he looked up at Bangjang standing before him and spoke.
“This…”
A trickle of blood ran down from the corner of his mouth.
"Quite damaging to one's dignity, wouldn't you say?"
Killing intent flashed in Jang Ilso's eyes.
Shaolin's Bangjang Bop Jeong.
Jang Ilso, the leader of Myriad Man Manor.
The moment had come for the two to truly clash upon blood-soaked ground.
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