Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1681. That's None of My Business! (1)
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Euchaaaaaaa!”
Jo-Gol's sword split the air like a ray of light.
Perhaps because he hadn't been able to face an enemy for a while, his sword seemed swifter and sharper than ever today.
"Block me and you die! You bastards!"
Kicking off the ground and piercing through three Evil Tyrant Alliance martial artists at once, Jo-Gol spun his body sideways and swung his sword in a wide arc to shake off the enemies.
'Somehow...'
This was the first time he had led someone from the front. ‘To lead’ and ‘to stand forefront’ were distinctly different things. The one who stands at the front has someone behind them giving orders, but the one who leads has no one to give them instructions.
That was a significant difference.
‘I think I get it!’
But Jo-Gol's sword didn't contain even a shred of hesitation.
He thinks he gets it. Though it was incomprehensible, it was clear.
Even without looking, he knew where Baek Cheon was, where and how Yoon Jong was attacking, and how Namgung Dowi and Hye Yeon were supporting them.
Probably... right now!
Kwaaaaaang!
A massive explosion bursts. This was probably Namgung Dowi's sword strike. And if so?
Kuuuuung!
A bit slower than the explosion that rang moments ago, but an even heavier explosion bursts out. This was definitely the sound created by Hye Yeon's fist force.
That fist force exploded means enemy resistance concentrated on the vanguard. And that means?
“Sasuk will charge through!”
Paaaaat!
Jo-Gol thrusts his sword like a swift beast.
Fist force and sword energy scatter the enemy, and the main attack pierces the gap twisted open. At that moment, those who charged left and right violently pierce the enemy to prevent concentration toward the center.
They've done it countless times. Countless!
It was clearly different, yet not really different at all. Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, Hye Yeon, and Namgung Dowi were probably thinking the same thing right now.
The terrible battles of the past were engraved in their bodies not as nothingness, but under the name of experience.
"Get out of my waaaaay!"
Swaeaeaeaek!
Truly incomparably swift (쾌속무비(快速無比)).
Jo-Gol's sword, extended in one breath, split into twelve branches in the air. Each of Jo-Gol's sword shadows extending like rays of light consecutively pierced the flustered enemies' bodies.
“O- One Sword Split...”
Kwadeuk!
Jo-Gol's sword pierces the mouth of the person trying to shout his nickname and severs his breath in one strike.
"Uwaaah! Move if you don't want to die!"
“That idiot!”
Yoon Jong bit his lip tightly.
Jo-Gol's voice could be heard even here. He seems to be rampaging without even looking back. Without any thought of matching the speed of those following him.
However.
'Well, I expected as much!'
If not, he wouldn't be Jo-Gol. Jo-Gol would naturally be like that, and should be.
And the one who had to match Jo-Gol was none other than Yoon Jong himself.
“Hyah!”
Yoon Jong's sword struck away a flying spear. A clean strike with no wasted movement. If Jo-Gol was the spear that pierces, Yoon Jong was closer to the shield that blocks. Neither learned nor acquired. Though they learned the same sword, their swords developed in completely different results.
“It’s hard to keep up, you bastard!”
Kwaak!
Yoon Jong, who took a shock step so strong his foot embedded in the ground, twisted his body and unleashed his sword in a horizontal sweep.
The sword energy he emitted shattered in the air and surged over the densely packed enemies.
"A- Aaaaah!"
Different from Jo-Gol who severs enemies' breath in one strike, Yoon Jong's sword exerts even greater power in preventing enemies from even daring to charge.
The enemies pushed back like that are pierced by Jo-Gol from the opposite side. Naturally without needing to say.
Matching Jo-Gol's rhythm with his somewhat heavy sword was a burdensome task, but for Yoon Jong, burdensome was already a familiar sensation.
And there were plenty of ways to make up for a slight delay.
“Push further forward! Keep pushing just like this!”
"Yes!"
The hall members swing their swords on Yoon Jong's left and right. None ahead but none behind either. Matching the tip of Yoon Jong’s extended foot, the vanguard becomes one and pushes the enemy back.
Yoon Jong’s eyes saw the densely packed enemies swaying.
Then naturally?
Kwaaaaaang!
Kwaaaang!
"...No. Please think about the back."
A sigh utterly unsuited to the situation escaped Yoon Jong’s mouth.
“Didn't I tell you not to waste your internal strength?”
“...Amitabha.”
“...N- No. Because I saw an opening.”
Baek Cheon’s face distorted abruptly.
'Should keep my mouth shut.'
No matter how many times he said the real fierce battle wasn't now, those people just couldn't resist attacking when they saw clustered enemies. Even the ordinary hall members were swept up by that reaction, sending out palm force from the rear whenever fist force and sword energy exploded at the front.
“Keugh. I’d rather suffer… No, that’s not it!”
Baek Cheon almost echoed someone’s habitual phrase, then sharply shook his head and looked forward.
'Distance?'
Now close at hand. Then?
“Let’s go! We break through at once!”
Baek Cheon's faction, advancing in a triangular formation, increased its speed at that moment. The target is their wedge. The backs of the two people opening the path at the vanguard.
Taat!
Baek Cheon's feet kicked the ground.
The moment all hall members follow behind him, Baek Cheon's eyes sees a familiar person's swordwork.
Hwiik.
Yoo Iseol soared into the air and descended straight into the center of the enemy ranks..
'Really!'
Unbelievably dangerous. Something one wouldn't even dare attempt without absolute confidence in one’s martial arts and lightness arts. A specialty unique to Yoo Iseol that even the world-renowned Baek Cheon wouldn't dare imitate.
But its effect was as certain as it was dangerous. In a battlefield where lives come and go, who could ignore someone falling down above their head?
An enemy’s sword pushing from the front will not reach you until someone in front of you falls, but a sword falling from above can cut your throat at any moment. Maintaining formation in the midst of that was a pipe dream.
Saaaaat!
Yoo Iseol's sword drew a crescent moon arc in the air. The sharply extended sword energy seemed to shatter for a moment, then instantly transformed into countless petals and poured down upon the enemies' heads.
"Aaaaaaaah!"
Plum Blossom Sword Technique containing the harmony of Moon Maiden Sword (매화검법(梅花劍法)), which she first learned.
Breaking the enemy's vanguard attempting to counterattack in one go, Yoo Iseol's sword, which had landed in the enemy's center, ruthlessly drove into the vital points of the panicked enemies.
Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!
Those who died without even time to scream crumpled to the ground.
In the heart of this fierce battlefield where neither peace nor stillness could exist anywhere. But an unacceptable silence descended around Yoo Iseol, who stood motionless in the space she had created with her sword.
“A- Attack...”
Paaaaaaaat!
Hundreds of sword shadows fly at those whose eyes were captivated by that scene.
"Wha- What?"
A spectacle that even evoked the illusion of a mountain-like pile of swords collapsing. However, no one could admire that spectacle.
"Uwaaaaaargh!"
"Aaaaargh!"
Jin Geumryong, who had rendered dozens of enemies incapacitated in an instant, slightly furrowed his brow.
His Thirty-Six Swords of the World were sufficiently powerful, but this way...
“You’re getting a free ride!”
“What? You little...”
At that moment, Baek Cheon brushed past Jin Geumryong and leaped over the enemies he had felled.
Paaaaat!
The sword he swung cleanly severed the necks of enemies who had not yet regained their senses. Just as Baek Cheon was about to strike with his sword again, something slid its body in front of him.
“Wh- What!”
"...Where?"
“...”
Looking up, he saw Yoo Iseol's expressionless face blocking his path with her back.
“Samae?”
“Where? There?”
“...”
As soon as Baek Cheon nodded dumbfoundedly, Yoo Iseol lunged forward.
Paaaaat!
The sword she unleashed cut off three people's heads at once, creating a narrow but certain path between clustered enemies.
“Don’t fall behind. I won’t stop.”
“Who are you talking to?”
"Sahyung."
"...I wasn't really asking."
Tatat.
The moment Yoo Iseol dashes forward, another person grabs Baek Cheon's head and pushes him back, then follows beside Yoo Iseol.
"Move aside, swordswoman! The vanguard is my spot."
"Too slow."
“This woman?”
The swords they swung as if competing instantly crushed the enemies. Baek Cheon, blinking at the sight, flinched and then raised his voice again.
"Follow them! Let's break through at once!"
"Yes!"
"Anyway, the personalities are terrible..."
Baek Cheon shook his head.
“Both of them.”
He could clearly see Yoo Iseol and Jin Geumryong breaking through the enemy's final line of defense.
“...Hmm.”
The deep hum that escaped was heavy and low.
He can see it.
The sight of the enemy stirring up Evil Tyrant Alliance below as if trampling them.
"Did Heavenly Comrade Alliance have such capability?"
Their strategic ability had to be acknowledged... but wasn't this more in the realm of tactics than strategy? Those who used to play like immortals in the warm rooms of large manors couldn't possibly fight like this.
"...Is it Mount Hua's children?"
The only ones he can think of were them. But even for them, could they display such command ability?
"Hmm."
Meanwhile, the enemy finally broke through those densely gathered at the base of Mount Wudang and set foot on the mountainside. It had taken barely half of ten minutes for the first line of defense to collapse.
Even if those remaining were merely a ragtag mob scraped together from here and there...
“As expected.”
Thousand-Faced Gentleman takes his gaze from below and looks at one person.
“It seems they’re not like you.”
“...”
Heo Gong gripped his sword tightly and glared at Thousand-Faced Gentleman.
Reinforcements had arrived. Those reinforcements had begun climbing Mount Wudang at this very moment.
Then what they must do was survive until those reinforcements arrive here. A goal simple beyond compare, but also a task difficult beyond compare.
‘But we must do it.’
Now hope has reached before their eyes. Whether they can touch that hope is entirely up to them.
"...A futile hope has sprung up."
“...”
"Could they even come up here in the first place?"
Thousand-Faced Gentleman slowly unclasped his hands. Then, with a slight pull of his arms, he looked at Heo Gong and the Wudang disciples.
Half? Or less?
Hmm. Hard to say. Their numbers and such.
“I promise.”
Thousand-Faced Gentleman smiled broadly.
"Within an hour, half will disappear. And when another hour passes, no one will be standing. That will be Wudang's end."
“...”
Heo Gong glared at Thousand-Faced Gentleman with determined eyes.
“We will definitely hold out.”
“You should know how to distinguish hope and reality.”
“So you bowed your head to Jang Ilso? The world-renowned sect leader of Hao Sect?”
Instantly, all expression vanished from Thousand-Faced Gentleman's face.
"If that's reality, wouldn't it be better to die holding hope?"
“...”
Malicious anger seeps out from behind the mask covering Thousand-Faced Gentleman's face.
"I take back what I said about an hour."
White energy rose violently from both of Thousand-Faced Gentleman's hands.
"I'll massacre you all within fifteen minutes!"
His palm shadows swell like clouds. With explosive speed beyond compare.
Seeing that sight, Heo Gong bit his lip tight.
'It's shameful, but I beg you! Please!'
That he might hold out until those swords reached this place. May Wudang's name remain here, even just a shred.
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