Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Kakakak!
The sword slashed down and clashed in the air with the blackened hand.
Chung Myung’s millennial steel sword bent as if it would break any moment. The trembling tip of the sword demonstrated the immense power being exerted.
Kwak! Crack!
The sword qi sliced through the hand of the messenger, causing the flesh to crumble into powder that scattered around.
“You!”
Kwaaaak!
The messenger’s distorted face emitted a terrifying force as he extended his other hand. The tension and force, resembling a typhoon’s eye, surged towards Chung Myung.
A stream of red force emanated from the messenger’s fingertips, colliding head-on with Chung Myung’s force.
Kwaang!
In an instant, a massive explosion erupted, sending fragments of qi scattering through the air. The messenger sneered, a smile playing on his lips. It appeared that he had anticipated this counterattack.
However, something unexpected happened.
Swish!
The man had to suddenly bend his head back.
Between the broken and exploding qi, there was a blue qi that was different from what Chung Myung had used just a moment ago, passing right in front of the messenger’s face.
“So swift...”
Puak!
Before he could finish the thought, the next one hit his shoulder.
“YOUUUUU!”
The enraged messenger waved his blackened hand as the pain radiated from his shoulders.
The speed it held was shocking and amazing.
If the blow would land, it would appear that the opponent would be utterly crushed, leaving not even a bone behind.
However, Chung Myung remained completely calm and composed. His sword, enveloped in a crimson aura of sword qi, effortlessly sliced through the oncoming attack.
Tang! Bang! Tung!
His movements were lightning-fast, impossible for the average person to perceive. Yet, Chung Myung skillfully aimed his attacks at the opponent’s wrist, consistently landing precise stabs.
The relaxed stance kept the opponent at bay, and the low posture provided stability. His shoulders felt weightless, and the sword in his hand felt effortlessly light.
It resembled the perfect sword that Mount Hua sought.
And.
Chung Myung’s cold gaze bore into the messenger, devoid of any emotion, and cut through him.
Amidst the intense strength, he spotted a delicate opening as thin as a thread. He thrust his sword without a moment’s hesitation.
Kakakak!
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The messenger unwittingly bit their lip, unable to comprehend how the sword effortlessly evaded his blackened hand, only to pierce his wrist precisely.
The demon’s body, hardened to a steel-like state, cleaved through the empty shell, causing a torrent of blood to pour forth.
‘What in the world...’
This was beyond absurd.
How could a man possibly strike with such masterful precision amidst this tumultuous storm of qi?
A gap?
Of course, there will always be gaps in any martial art. No martial art was perfect, but being able to identify these gaps was another matter.
The sheer audacity to pulverize the body with just a touch and strike with such accuracy was shocking.
Meanwhile, achieving such precision with the tip of the sword requires utmost composure.
Where did this man come from?
A short while ago, this man had seemingly unleashed two different forms of qi.
Even if it was a palm technique, the way it was executed and the movements would differ.
But in an instant, the force was released and transformed into a different kind of attack? This was something even the messenger wouldn’t dare attempt.
Amidst the chaos, another sword attack was executed.
Since this individual wasn’t a disciple of the Wudang sect, he could not possibly learn the Yin-Yang Divine Arts. He, therefore, should not be able to execute techniques with two different attributes.
“Kuaaaak!”
The messenger cried out in agony as the sword pierced his wrist bone. In that instant, a surge of power emanated from Chung Myung’s body.
Puak!
But at that very moment, Chung Myung’s sword bent slightly and deflected the dark qi hurtling towards him.
With a gentle push, the sword altered the trajectory of the qi, causing it to narrowly miss Chung Myung’s body, like a gap in a bamboo sheet.
Kjwaaang!
The qi that had brushed against Chung Myung’s body detonated behind him. In the raging storm, Chung Myung’s hair billowed in the air, yet his gaze remained fixed forward.
The messenger couldn’t conceal his astonishment.
Hae Yeon studied Chung Myung intently, his gaze filled with seriousness.
“Amitabha. That is the type of person he is.”
It was at that moment.
“What are you doing? Huh, sleeping? I am asking if you are sleeping, you damn shit! Are you planning to use the qi to dig your own grave and sleep in it? Do you think I will allow you to bury your body?”
“....”
The disciples of Mount Hua, who witnessed Chung Myung’s outburst, collectively turned their gaze towards Hae Yeon. Upon seeing those eyes, Hae Yeon shut his own.
“... Amitabha.”
However, caution filled the messenger’s eyes this time despite the provocation. He skillfully maneuvered past the shallow taunts of his opponent, but he knew better than to underestimate the power of his opponent’s sword.
This was not a foe to be taken lightly. The clean blade, steady posture, and unpredictable energy surpassed that of an ordinary man.
‘He’s no Seol Chun-Sang.’
On the surface, the messenger appeared stronger than Seol Chun-Sang.
Even his strength and qi were definitely far superior to the man called Chung Myung. But in the eyes of the messenger, even if he had fought Chung Myung a thousand times, he couldn’t see a way to win.
It would amount to nothing.
However, these kinds of thoughts did not allow him to exploit the gap until the end.
And...
‘That strength,’
It was nothing, but every time his demonic qi, which should overpower the opponent, collided with this specific man’s qi, it was pushed away.
It was like encountering the ultimate adversary.
This unfamiliar sensation piqued the messenger’s curiosity.
However...
Thuuddd!
In no time, a malevolent aura enveloped the messenger’s entire being, and blood gleamed from his eyes.
‘Only one arm.’
And he would seize the ice crystals along with Chung Myung’s life!
“AKKKK!”
He bellowed like a beast and charged towards Chung Myung. His astonishingly swift movements resembled that of a black lightning bolt.
Chung Myung’s eyes widened.
‘Perhaps he’s not as foolish as I initially believed?’
It appeared that the strategy had shifted.
Recognizing his inability to contend with Chung Myung, the man opted to overwhelm him with both speed and brute strength, harnessing chaotic power.
In exchange for forfeiting a flawless victory, he resolved to eliminate his opponent, even at the cost of sustaining injuries.
“Exactly.”
Chung Myung displayed a sinister smile.
“This is the Demonic Sect!”
Kakakak!
The sword he wielded scraped against the ground, emitting a wild cry.
Chaaak!
Chung Myung forcefully spurred the ground and charged straight towards his opponent.
Prrr!
The sword once again sprouted Red Plum blossoms.
Soon, the Seven Plum Swords and the Plum Blossom Wall merged and spread numerous times.
Instantly, the net-like wall of plum blossoms overlapped dozens of times, forming an immensely sturdy sword qi barrier.
However,
Kwaang!
The messenger slammed into the wall that Chung Myung had built without hesitation.
Kakakakakaka!
In an instant, the wall that had become harder than steel was cut into a jumbled mess. The body, as if covered in blades, began to crack.
But these wounds meant nothing to the man.
“YOUUUUU!”
The messenger, covered in wounds, broke through the wall and punched Chung Myung.
Kwaaang!
An enormous power filled the air as the black demonic qi clashed with Chung Myung’s sword. Rather than a violent explosion, Chung Myung was forced backward, coughing up blood.
“I won’t spare your life!”
The messenger, consumed by madness, charged at Chung Myung with lightning speed.
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The sword slashed down and clashed in the air with the blackened hand.
Chung Myung’s millennial steel sword bent as if it would break any moment. The trembling tip of the sword demonstrated the immense power being exerted.
Kwak! Crack!
The sword qi sliced through the hand of the messenger, causing the flesh to crumble into powder that scattered around.
“You!”
Kwaaaak!
The messenger’s distorted face emitted a terrifying force as he extended his other hand. The tension and force, resembling a typhoon’s eye, surged towards Chung Myung.
A stream of red force emanated from the messenger’s fingertips, colliding head-on with Chung Myung’s force.
Kwaang!
In an instant, a massive explosion erupted, sending fragments of qi scattering through the air. The messenger sneered, a smile playing on his lips. It appeared that he had anticipated this counterattack.
However, something unexpected happened.
Swish!
The man had to suddenly bend his head back.
Between the broken and exploding qi, there was a blue qi that was different from what Chung Myung had used just a moment ago, passing right in front of the messenger’s face.
“So swift...”
Puak!
Before he could finish the thought, the next one hit his shoulder.
“YOUUUUU!”
The enraged messenger waved his blackened hand as the pain radiated from his shoulders.
If the blow would land, it would appear that the opponent would be utterly crushed, leaving not even a bone behind.
However, Chung Myung remained completely calm and composed. His sword, enveloped in a crimson aura of sword qi, effortlessly sliced through the oncoming attack.
Tang! Bang! Tung!
His movements were lightning-fast, impossible for the average person to perceive. Yet, Chung Myung skillfully aimed his attacks at the opponent’s wrist, consistently landing precise stabs.
The relaxed stance kept the opponent at bay, and the low posture provided stability. His shoulders felt weightless, and the sword in his hand felt effortlessly light.
It resembled the perfect sword that Mount Hua sought.
And.
Chung Myung’s cold gaze bore into the messenger, devoid of any emotion, and cut through him.
Amidst the intense strength, he spotted a delicate opening as thin as a thread. He thrust his sword without a moment’s hesitation.
Kakakak!
“This...!” Gét latest novel chapters on nov(e)lbj/n(.)c/om
The messenger unwittingly bit their lip, unable to comprehend how the sword effortlessly evaded his blackened hand, only to pierce his wrist precisely.
The demon’s body, hardened to a steel-like state, cleaved through the empty shell, causing a torrent of blood to pour forth.
‘What in the world...’
This was beyond absurd.
How could a man possibly strike with such masterful precision amidst this tumultuous storm of qi?
A gap?
Of course, there will always be gaps in any martial art. No martial art was perfect, but being able to identify these gaps was another matter.
The sheer audacity to pulverize the body with just a touch and strike with such accuracy was shocking.
Where did this man come from?
A short while ago, this man had seemingly unleashed two different forms of qi.
Even if it was a palm technique, the way it was executed and the movements would differ.
But in an instant, the force was released and transformed into a different kind of attack? This was something even the messenger wouldn’t dare attempt.
Amidst the chaos, another sword attack was executed.
Since this individual wasn’t a disciple of the Wudang sect, he could not possibly learn the Yin-Yang Divine Arts. He, therefore, should not be able to execute techniques with two different attributes.
“Kuaaaak!”
The messenger cried out in agony as the sword pierced his wrist bone. In that instant, a surge of power emanated from Chung Myung’s body.
Puak!
But at that very moment, Chung Myung’s sword bent slightly and deflected the dark qi hurtling towards him.
With a gentle push, the sword altered the trajectory of the qi, causing it to narrowly miss Chung Myung’s body, like a gap in a bamboo sheet.
Kjwaaang!
The qi that had brushed against Chung Myung’s body detonated behind him. In the raging storm, Chung Myung’s hair billowed in the air, yet his gaze remained fixed forward.
The messenger couldn’t conceal his astonishment.
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However, one’s strength cannot be developed in isolation.Hae Yeon studied Chung Myung intently, his gaze filled with seriousness.
“Amitabha. That is the type of person he is.”
It was at that moment.
“What are you doing? Huh, sleeping? I am asking if you are sleeping, you damn shit! Are you planning to use the qi to dig your own grave and sleep in it? Do you think I will allow you to bury your body?”
The disciples of Mount Hua, who witnessed Chung Myung’s outburst, collectively turned their gaze towards Hae Yeon. Upon seeing those eyes, Hae Yeon shut his own.
“... Amitabha.”
However, caution filled the messenger’s eyes this time despite the provocation. He skillfully maneuvered past the shallow taunts of his opponent, but he knew better than to underestimate the power of his opponent’s sword.
This was not a foe to be taken lightly. The clean blade, steady posture, and unpredictable energy surpassed that of an ordinary man.
‘He’s no Seol Chun-Sang.’
On the surface, the messenger appeared stronger than Seol Chun-Sang.
Even his strength and qi were definitely far superior to the man called Chung Myung. But in the eyes of the messenger, even if he had fought Chung Myung a thousand times, he couldn’t see a way to win.
It would amount to nothing.
However, these kinds of thoughts did not allow him to exploit the gap until the end.
And...
‘That strength,’
It was nothing, but every time his demonic qi, which should overpower the opponent, collided with this specific man’s qi, it was pushed away.
It was like encountering the ultimate adversary.
This unfamiliar sensation piqued the messenger’s curiosity.
However...
Thuuddd!
In no time, a malevolent aura enveloped the messenger’s entire being, and blood gleamed from his eyes.
‘Only one arm.’
And he would seize the ice crystals along with Chung Myung’s life!
He bellowed like a beast and charged towards Chung Myung. His astonishingly swift movements resembled that of a black lightning bolt.
Chung Myung’s eyes widened.
‘Perhaps he’s not as foolish as I initially believed?’
It appeared that the strategy had shifted.
Recognizing his inability to contend with Chung Myung, the man opted to overwhelm him with both speed and brute strength, harnessing chaotic power.
In exchange for forfeiting a flawless victory, he resolved to eliminate his opponent, even at the cost of sustaining injuries.
“Exactly.”
Chung Myung displayed a sinister smile.
“This is the Demonic Sect!”
Kakakak!
The sword he wielded scraped against the ground, emitting a wild cry.
Chaaak!
Chung Myung forcefully spurred the ground and charged straight towards his opponent.
Prrr!
The sword once again sprouted Red Plum blossoms.
Soon, the Seven Plum Swords and the Plum Blossom Wall merged and spread numerous times.
Instantly, the net-like wall of plum blossoms overlapped dozens of times, forming an immensely sturdy sword qi barrier.
However,
Kwaang!
Kakakakakaka!
In an instant, the wall that had become harder than steel was cut into a jumbled mess. The body, as if covered in blades, began to crack.
But these wounds meant nothing to the man.
“YOUUUUU!”
The messenger, covered in wounds, broke through the wall and punched Chung Myung.
Kwaaang!
An enormous power filled the air as the black demonic qi clashed with Chung Myung’s sword. Rather than a violent explosion, Chung Myung was forced backward, coughing up blood.
“I won’t spare your life!”
The messenger, consumed by madness, charged at Chung Myung with lightning speed.
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