Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1705
Editor: Hoamz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
A terrible heat emanated from the hand that was swung as if in a spasm.
The essence of the Southern Sun Palace, which no school can rival in terms of Yang internal art, was revealed in the extreme form of the Southern Sun Palace Master's Sun Yang Divine Palm (태양신장(太陽神掌)).
At that moment, plum blossoms that bloomed rushed and stuck to Sun Palace Master's both hands as if predetermined. It was as though they were throwing themselves in to extinguish the spark before it could spread.
"This...!"
Of course, plum blossom sword energy wasn't real petals, and Sun Yang Divine Palm wasn't real flames either. So such a situation doesn't occur.
However, they succeeded in delaying the release of the Sun Yang Divine Palm, if only for a moment.
Baek Cheon's sword penetrated through the gap.
The sword of Baek Cheon rushes towards the face of the Sun Princess.
Though put forth with full power, it was a trivial sword. It lacked the speed to pierce the enemy in a single blow, nor did it have the changes to confuse the enemy.
But the moment the lacking sword harmonized with the scattering plum blossom sword energy, it transformed into a lethal move (살초(殺招)) that even the Sun Palace Master had to marvel at.
“Guh!”
The Sun Palace Master, abandoning the release of the Sun Yang Divine Palm, swiftly raised his hand to block Baek Cheon's sword strike.
Kaang!
The moment hand and sword collided, a metallic sound loud enough to tear eardrums erupted. A sneer grazed the Sun Palace Master’s lips.
‘Stupid fool!’
Though not released as the Sun Yang Divine Palm, the internal strength imbued hadn't gone anywhere.
As expected, Baek Cheon, who had struck the Sun Palace Master’s hand brimming with internal strength, coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"Now get lo....”
Paaaaat!
But at that moment, Baek Cheon's sword suddenly split into dozens and poured toward the Sun Palace Master's entire body. Despite a situation where internal injuries should have penetrated even to his dantian, he instead intensified his attack.
At this truly reckless action, the Sun Palace Master snapped his eyes open.
Kaang! Kaang!
The Sun Palace Master’s hands and feet became frantic in an instant.
Though they were sloppy consecutive strikes he would have easily blocked under normal circumstances, the Sun Palace Master’s face was gradually distorting with bewilderment.
'This lunatic!'
Just one moment. Literally, if just a moment's gap was given to him, this lunatic's body will melt leaving only a small lump of blood. At such close distance, there would be no way to evade the palm force or deflect the heat of the Sun Yang Divine Palm.
And this bastard must clearly know that fact too.
Yet, he was clinging close and swinging his sword without even a moment’s hesitation, as if he laid down his life long ago.
Kaang!
Hand and sword collided in succession.
Each time a striking sound repeated, Sun Palace Master's face distorted, and his pride that pierced the sky was also being crumpled down mercilessly.
Kwang!
The Sun Palace Master knocked away the incoming sword in a single blow, then roared in fury as he thrust a palm strike toward Baek Cheon’s exposed chest.
Wooooong!
With a sound like thousands of bees flying in unison, a dazzling golden tension dug into Baek Cheon's chest.
Paaaaat!
Three swords flew quickly in front of his chest, but they were insufficient to completely block the Sun Yang Divine Palm.
Just then.
Gooooooo!
A resonant sound befitting the word auspicious arose, and near Baek Cheon's side, unlike Sun Yang Divine Palm's brilliant golden light, gentle Buddha light (불광(佛光)) surged.
Kuuuung!
Sun Yang Divine Palm collided head-on with Prajna Divine Palm (반야신장(般若神掌)) unleashed from beside Baek Cheon. The ultimate spear that melts everything it touches clashed with the shield containing the Buddha’s wisdom that embraces all creation. Shortly after, a resonant sound like dozens of giant bells ringing simultaneously rang.
It was clearly visible to the Sun Palace Master.
Tadadak!
The moment the hand stretching out from Baekcheon's side clashed with his Sun God's Palm, he saw the scene of it cooking as if boiling over.
Yet that hand didn’t retreat even for a moment, nor did it hesitate.
It simply stood firm and blocked the attack pouring down on Baek Cheon.
Paaaaat!
Baek Cheon's situation would likely be no different from that of the owner of that cooked hand. No, his situation was likely even worse.
However, Baek Cheon’s sword rushed toward the Sun Palace Master with great speed again.
He had masterfully targeted and exploited the small opening created by the clash between the Sun Yang Divine Palm and the Prajna Divine Palm. The sword tip aimed at Sun Palace Master's face center. The movement was like that of a venomous snake.
The Sun Palace Master was startled and snapped his head back quickly. But in that short instant, his face was cut long, and blood spurted into the air.
The pain of a red-hot blade cutting and searing his face. The pain was felt not just on the outside of his face, but even inside his mouth.
Bloodshot veins of rage began to bulge in the Sun Palace Master’s eyes.
“Keuaaaagh! How dare this lowly bastard!”
Kwaaaaaaaang!
He swung his hand with a terrifying force.
Despite the situation as if a small sun was sweeping over his body, Baek Cheon didn't even blink and obsessively targeted only the Sun Palace Master's face. He seemed didn't even consider defense.
The one who blocked that force in his stead was a young swordsman with curly hair. A sword brimming with sword energy blocked the palm force horizontally.
Kwareureureung!
A scene like blocking a furiously roaring beast's teeth with a sword. As Jo-Gol failed to hold and was pushed backward, a jade-colored hand flew toward the back of the sword.
Kwang!
It was Yoon Jong's Bamboo Leaf Hand. At the same time he struck Jo-Gol’s sword face with all his might.
Chiiik!
The hand touching the sword began to burn, emitting a foul smell. Yoon Jong gritted his teeth and poured even greater internal energy into his hand.
“Haaaaaaaap!”
"You...!"
Just as the Sun Palace Master was about to press forward and turn both of them into charcoal in one go, dozens of plum blossoms bloomed overhead. It was Yoo Iseol.
He gasped and leaned his body back. His hair was cut by the fierce sword energy and scattered in all directions.
Sogeok!
A burning sensation spread across his face once again. Before he could even fully register the pain, Baek Cheon's sword flew toward his throat this time. Furthermore, the Hundred Steps Divine Fist unleashed by Hye Yeon flew toward his chest from point-blank range.
"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The Scorching Yang Internal Art exploded in all directions, pouring out not in the form of palm force but as energy onto all who surrounded him.
The moment Jo-Gol widened his eyes, a familiar back blocked his front.
Kwaaaaaaaaaang!
"Aaaaah!"
“Keuk!”
The Sun Palace Master staggered back and back again.
"Ugh...."
Drip, drip.
Blood flowing from the wound carved on his forehead drenched his eye. The world was instantly dyed red.
“Sasuk!”
"Damn it, why did you take that!”
Struggling to open his eyes, he saw Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong supporting Baek Cheon on either side. White steam endlessly rose from Baek Cheon's body which received Scorching Yang Internal Art head-on.
Tak.
Just then, Baek Cheon's hand, now turned black beyond red, gripped Jo-Gol's shoulder with difficulty. He struggled to lift his upper body, which kept sagging as his strength failed him.
Shiver.
The Sun Palace Master's and Baek Cheon's eyes met. Instantly, the Sun Palace Master's entire body shuddered as shivers ran down his spine.
Though his eyes that couldn't open properly because the flesh was so cooked and swollen, Baek Cheon's eyes glimpsed through were truly chilling.
In addition, the Mount Hua swordsmen who had checked Baek Cheon’s condition were now aiming bloodthirsty gazes at the Sun Palace Master as well. The fear that had been in their eyes just moments ago was now nowhere to be found.
Throb.
The wound on his forehead screamed in pain. Moreover, with his cheek deeply slashed and the wound extending into his mouth, thick blood kept welling up.
He had never experienced this kind of pain in his life.
The Sun Palace Master was bewildered.
No, to be precise, he didn't want to admit what he was feeling right now.
Because this was not an emotion that he, the Sun Palace Master, should feel toward those more insignificant than insects.
“Palace Master-nim!”
But the moment he heard the voice of the protector running toward him, the Sun Palace Master unconsciously shouted.
“Send the signal!”
The protector was greatly flustered.
“Pa- Palace Master-nim? But still..."
“Send it, now! Right now!”
“U- Understood!”
The Sun Palace's protector hurriedly took something out from within his robes and aimed it toward the cliff.
Doubt briefly crossed Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong's eyes, and suddenly Baek Cheon, who had been on the verge of death, widened his eyes and shouted harshly.
“Stop him! Now!”
"What?"
Taang!
But it was already too late.
Something crimson shot out from the small cylinder the protector aimed at the cliff, flying not toward Mount Hua's swordsmen but toward the edge of the cliff beyond them.
* * *
"Oooooooh!"
Namgung Myeong swung his sword with all his might along with a roaring shout.
The Namgung Family was evaluated as having movement arts that weren’t quite high level compared to their reputation. But even in this precarious situation, the swordsmanship he unleashed was undeniably powerful.
The sword strike and the Scorching Yang palm force rushed toward each other as if they would collide at any moment.
The enemies' skills were also not to be taken lightly. However, those who climbed here are elites selected once again even from within Heavenly Comrade Alliance, where powerful sects of Kangho were all gathered.
It meant that no matter the location, this was not a force that the skilled disciples of just one sect could handle.
Kwaaaaang!
The sword energy soon exploded and swept away the enemy. Namgung Myeong clenched his lips at this.
'We can do it!'
No matter what the enemy aimed for here, it was clear they could stop it before the enemy completed their preparations. And if they can disrupt the enemies like this, it might even be possible to cut down and kill every single one hanging on the cliff while they were at it.
If that could be achieved, then everyone who had charged here, and furthermore Mount Hua on the cliff top, could survive.
Of course, the bitter struggle Mount Hua will face above would be a separate matter, but...
‘If only it goes like this.’
But at that moment, something strange caught Namgung Myeong's eye as he looked up.
Along the boundary where the White Face Rock met the sky, a vivid red line began to be drawn, like a small red meteor crossing the night sky.
'What’s that?'
Before he could even guess its identity, it exploded in mid-air.
Peoeoeoeong!
Red light burst out in all directions.
It wasn’t explosive. It was loud and flashy, but it lacked the power to injure people. Yes, just a flashy...
"Signal arrow (효시(嚆矢))?”
No, it would be more appropriate to call it a signal flare.
Everyone on the cliff saw what Namgung Myeong saw. They all watched warily, puzzled by the meaning of this signal. Why would anyone send a signal toward the cliff in this situation?
But the question was solved quickly.
Because Namgung Myeong witnessed another spectacle: the indescribably resolute expressions settling on the faces of the Sun Palace warriors who saw the signal.
'N- No way...'
There was no more time to think. Vivid red fire began to blaze up from the body of the Sun Palace warrior standing closely opposite him.
The moment he understood the meaning of the flames wrapping around the entire body, like a self-immolating monk.
Namgung Myeong moved his body without another thought.
Tak!
He instantly reached out and grabbed Namgung Dowi behind him and used all his strength to kick the cliff.
Namgung Dowi's groan-like voice was heard.
"N- No."
Hwaaaaak!
The bodies of the Sun Palace warriors were engulfed in flames, one after another without exception.
Namgung Dowi's groan turned into a desperate scream.
“Nooooooooooooo!”
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!
The bodies of the Sun Palace warriors burning in the flames began to explode in succession. It was like a massive celebratory barrage announcing the end of this battle.
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