Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1700
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
“Sasuk!”
"Right, I felt it too!"
Baek Cheon gritted his teeth.
Even amidst this chaos, he could feel it.
Someone was fighting below the cliff!
'Everyone!'
They had climbed. That cliff.
The most dangerous place in the world right now, which could collapse at any moment, all to save them.
Baek Cheon's hands trembled faintly.
If it were Mount Hua, they would have climbed the cliff without a second thought.
But precisely because of that, he knew all the more keenly how much resolve, how much determination was needed for that act.
"Shall we join them?"
Baek Cheon glanced behind at the question.
If they turned back toward the cliff top, they could join those who had climbed the cliff and fight together. With the most reliable people.
"No!"
But his judgment was swift.
Mount Hua was now carrying Wudang. Heading back into the middle of a cliff that could collapse at any moment while carrying them was by no means a good choice.
Also, that wouldn't be what those who climbed that cliff to protect Mount Hua and Wudang desire.
"Forward! Don't waste the time they've bought!"
"Yes!"
Kwang!
Mount Hua's swordsmen shot ahead of Baek Cheon. Their backs showed not a single sign of hesitation.
Baek Cheon clenched his fist tight without realizing it.
'We weren't alone.'
He had always thought they had to lead and open the path. Because they were Mount Hua. Because Mount Hua was that kind of sect.
But that wasn't all.
Just as his sahyungs pushed his back as he ran forward, now the allies of Heavenly Comrade Alliance were protecting the back of Mount Hua ahead.
"Somehow..."
Baek Cheon held Mu Jin tightly on his back and thrust his sword with all his might.
“I feel strength welling up!”
This feeling probably wasn't his alone.
Even the other Mount Hua swordsmen who opened the path with their blades feel lighter than before. To think the sword would become this light just by knowing that someone was watching their backs.
But the situation was still not easy.
“A―mi―ta―bha! Step aside, Siju!”
Baek Cheon instinctively twisted his body to the side when he heard Hye Yeon's scream.
“Ooooooooh!”
Immediately, a formidable fist force brushed past by a paper-thin margin.
Hye Yeon's signature, the golden fist force like a colossal sculpted fist, literally crushed the enemies blocking the way and opened the path.
"Gol-ah!"
“I’m going!”
A bright blue light pours out from Jo-Gol's eyes.
'These bastards are nothing!'
The enemies Mount Hua truly had to defeat now were blocking the entrance to the slope leading to the summit. This is likely a true move prepared by Hogamyeong.
Certainly, even at a glance, the momentum is extraordinary.
But seen another way…!
"It just means we only have to break through those bastards!"
Kwang!
Jo-Gol stamped his foot with all his might.
Paaaaat!
He rushed forward again like a streak of light.
The panicked enemy's face brushed past his collar, and the reflexively swung dao cut through the ends of his hair flying in the air as it passed right over Jo-Gol's head.
The energy wave that scorched the skin, the wind pressure striking his face.
Within acutely vivid sensations, everything that constituted Jo-Gol was honed even sharper.
Paat! Paat!
The sword, swung without waste, cleanly cut through the vital points of those it passed. The cuts were so perfect that they didn't even leave a mark initially.
Only when enemies tried to look back at the already-passed Jo-Gol did wounds open and blood spurt out.
Jo-Gol moved forward, further forward.
'Faster!'
He could do it.
'Stronger.'
He could achieve it.
The sword becomes Jo-Gol, and Jo-Gol becomes the sword. Divided yet connected, as it originally was.
Unity.
Beyond swiftness, beyond strength, the sword became Jo-Gol's will, or perhaps Jo-Gol became the sword's will and shot forth.
"Impudent...!"
Kwaaaaaaaah!
At that moment, a massive Scorching Yang palm force covered Jo-Gol’s vision.
The explosive Scorching Yang palm force, like a prairie fire igniting instantly or a blazing inferno, seemed ready to incinerate Jo-Gol in moments.
"Gol-ah!"
Yoon Jong, who couldn't quite catch Jo-Gol's speed, screamed. Enduring that fearsome inferno with a human body was impossible...!
But then.
Paaaaat!
The conflagration suddenly split in two. Not sliced. It parted as if it had existed that way from the beginning.
‘What?’
Yoon Jong’s eyes flew wide open.
Then.
Jo-Gol's sword piercing through Scorching Yang palm force stuck in the neck of the old man at the front.
Kwadeudeuk!
"Keurk..."
An indescribable shock washed over the old man's eyes.
"Kkeu..."
The blade jutted out from the back of his neck.
But the old man couldn't see the sword that had pierced his throat. All he could see was the cold expression of the swordsman who had stabbed his throat.
"I'm originally a bit impudent."
"Keurk..."
Paaaaat!
The sword was pulled out in one motion, and the old man’s body fell backward.
Thwack!
Immediately readjusting his grip on the sword, Jo-Gol shot a lightning-fast sword energy towards the Sun Palace elders, who were still panicking and unable to regain their composure.
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