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Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 303

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“Keureuk.”

Namgung Dohui is shaking.

Chung Myung, unable to ignore the scene, tapped Namgung Dohui’s buttocks with his sword. (It is still in his scabbard.)

Of course, the fact that he is the one who created this scene is irrelevant.

“You fine?”

Chung Myung made a clicking motion with his tongue.

“Why are you speaking to me in this manner? Of course you’re brilliant. You certainly are.”

What about it, though?

Chung Myung’s lips curved into a smirk.

If I line up all the geniuses I’ve seen so far, the line would be long enough to circle this Shaolin twice and still have three extra guys to go buy sweets for them. Genius? What’s the big deal about that?”

Chung Myung’s sword is becoming more difficult to tap against Namgung Dohui’s buttocks.

“It’s not a big deal, but you’re being arrogant and ignoring my kids……. No, no. Jin Geum Ryong and Isong Baek are not my kids. But anyway, you’re ignoring them? Does our Dongryong look easy just because he got beaten around? You can’t even breathe when Dongryong hits you. Hah!”

When Baek Chun heard Chung Myung on stage, he smiled warmly.

‘I’ve never beat him, you punk!’

‘And don’t call me Dongryong! Everyone is paying attention, you cretin!

“Hey, did you hear that? He’s thinking about Sasuk.”

“Gol-ah.”

“Yes, Sasuk.”

“Close your mouth. Or you will through hell.”

“…Yes.”

Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung, his stomach churning.

‘However, I’m feeling a little better.’

He praised Namgung Dohui for his brilliance. In Chung Myung’s opinion, being a genius is not a high compliment.

That, or it was done to provoke Baek Chun.

‘The more I see him, the more puzzled I become.’

He occasionally feels influenced by Chung Myung, but……

In any case, Baek Chun thought Namgung Dohui whining on the ground wasn’t such a bad thing.

“Keuu…….”

Namgung Dohui staggered to his feet and stood up.

And he fixed his bloodshot gaze on Chung Myung.

“This…… this……dog-like bastard!”

Finally, harsh words were spoken.

He can withstand being beaten.

Allowing the opponent’s sword is unavoidable when competing, and he must accept it if he is a swordsman. He was confident that he would not be resentful even if his limbs and neck were severed.

He can’t forgive himself for grabbing his groin and rolling around in front of so many people.

Rumors cannot be stopped unless all memories of those who witnessed the scene are erased.

This will be a lifelong disgrace for him, who will be the Namgung Family’s head.

When he thought that far, it felt like blood was rushing to the top of his head.

“I’ll kill you!”

When Namgung Dohui couldn’t hide his rage and scream, Chung Myung laughed.

“Are you mad?”

“This….. this dog-like bastard!”

“Kikikikik.”

Chung Myung smiled as he raised his sword.

“That’s why you shouldn’t make fun of others with your snout.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s not about talent; it’s about how well you’ve polished it. You can’t even compete with Geum Ryong, let alone Sasuk. What’s the deal with your shoulders being so strong?”

Chung Myung pulled out his sword.

“Come here. I’ll put your shoulders down nicely.”

“This…….”

Namgung Dohui charged at Chung Myung, his eyes bloodshot. He was going to charge in.

On the other hand, Chung Myung stopped him and waved his sword from side to side.

“Oh, wait, wait.”

“…….”

“So, why don’t you take a deep breath? Make no excuses for losing in excitement only to be beaten like a dog later.”

After grinding his teeth, Namgung Dohui soon took a deep breath. Anger rose to the point of steaming from his forehead, but there was nothing wrong with Chung Myung’s words. Isn’t it the most taboo thing for swordsmen to rush to the enemy with excitement?

“Huuuf!”

Namgung Dohui quickly stretched his sword in a stable position after controlling his mind with a deep breath.

“…… you’ll be sorry for allowing me to regain my composure. I’ll completely destroy you!”

Chung Myung simply smirked at the lethal threat.

“Usually, people come to their senses when their heads got a hit, but you shouldn’t do that. Come to think of it, that’s how your family used to be.”

‘It was… Who was it?’

‘Oh, yeah. King Sword Namgung Chunmyeong.’

‘That’s exactly how he was. He’s arrogant and tramples on people.’

“It would be a little unfair if I beat you up for generations.”

“What?”

“No. I’m not talking to you.”

That is what he would tell Namgung Chunmyeong, who has passed away.

Namgung Dohui pointed his sword at Chung Myung with bloodshot eyes as he shook his hand.

“Pull out your sword.”

“What’s with the commanding tone? I’ll pull out your freaking mouth.”

Chung Myung motioned with his sword in the scabbard.

“Make me if you can..”

Namgung Dohui decided to stop speaking with Chung Myung. He realized that mixing words with that jerk wouldn’t help him.

“I’ll show you exactly what Namgung’s sword is!”

Paaang!

Namgung Dohui’s sword starts emitting a massive amount of sword energy. The white glow of the sword grew in an instant, as if swallowing it.

Kung!

He took a step forward, his sword dangling.

Simultaneously, enormous momentum began to exert pressure on Chung Myung.

“That is!”

Astonishment poured from the Sect Leaders’ mouths as they watched the match from the podium.

“Emperor’s Sword!”

“Do you mean you’ve already mastered Emperor’s Sword?”

The swords representing the Namgung Family are the Twelve Form Iron Sword (철검십이식(鐵劍十二式)) and the Heaven Endless Sword Technique (창궁무애검법(蒼穹無涯劍法)).

Everyone agrees on Emperor’s Sword when it comes to the best swordsmanship of the Namgung Family.

The strongest sword did not become the Namgung Family’s representative sword because it is only passed down to direct descendants of the Namgung Family.

A sword technique that is extremely difficult and necessitates tremendous internal strength.

The Emperor’s Sword, which cannot be performed until both the Twelve Form Iron Sword and the Heaven Endless Sword Technique has been mastered, is now unfolding in Namgung Dohui’s hands.

His body exudes a commanding presence.

Emperor’s Sword is literally the Emperor’s sword.

It is a sword that subdues opponents through the force and pressure it emits. If taken to its logical conclusion, it can reach the level of Killing Intent, which takes people’s lives only through force.

The momentum of Namgung Dohui was tremendous, as if to prove that the rumor was not exaggerated.

Mount Hua’s disciples had to raise their energy to fight back, forcing the audience to take a step back.

Kung!

Namgung Dohui made another move. Chung Myung’s entire body was weighed down by the momentum, which had doubled.

Chung Myung sighed deeply as he felt the pressure on his body.

“No, kids these days!”

He then took up his sword and marched toward Namgung Dohui.

Namgung Dohui opened his eyes wide in surprise.

‘Are you coming?’

Is he coming at you with all of this momentum? As if it were nothing?

Namgung Dohui clenched his teeth and moved forward another step. His energy level increased as well. On the other hand, Chung Myung approached him as if nothing had happened.

“I will teach you on behalf of your grandfa- No, on behalf of your ancestors, so take it sweetly.”

“What?”

“Basic! You punk! Basic!”

Chung Myung swung his sword.

Namgung Dohui sneered as he raised his sword.

‘This idiot did the same thing again!’ This time, I’m not going to let you!’

Chung Myung’s sword, contrary to Namgung Dohui’s belief, simply struck his sword.

And what happened when the two swords collided wasn’t quite what Namgung Dohui had expected.

Kwaaaang!

Kreaakk!

Two sounds were heard at the same time.

Namgung Dohui examined Chung Myung’s sword against him and turned his head to examine his wrist.

Dolrong.

His wrists were sluggish and limp.

‘…..What is this?’

‘Uh…’

‘That, uh…’

‘It’s not supposed to be like this.’

It doesn’t make sense if it breaks just because he reveice it once. That’s…

“These kids these days!”

Kwang!

Chung Myung began to strike the sword mercilessly.

“Where did you come up with a joke!”

Kwang!

One more time.

“It wasn’t like that back then! When I was young!”

Kwang!

“How dare you try to use Emperor’s Sword when your lower body isn’t even completed yet!”

Kwang!

“Keuhh.”

Namgung Dohui finally groaned and stumbled.

The broken wrist could not properly stop Chung Myung’s sword. Thanks to that, Chung Myung’s sword has already hit him on the shoulder four times.

“Aren’t you losing strength in your shoulder? You want me to stop!?”

Chung Myung glared.

At that moment, a loud voice resounded in their ears.

“Dohui! What the hell are you doing!”

Namgung Wang, who was on the podium, couldn’t resist and jumped up from his seat and shouted.

Namgung Dohui opened his eyes when he heard the shout. Then he quickly grabbed the sword with both hands and started swinging it.

Enormous sword energy envelops his sword. At the same time, the momentum … … .

Pook!

“…….”

Namgung Dohui blankly turned his head away. This time, he looked at Chung Myung’s sword stuck in his ankle.

“Is this bastard swinging a sword while an Elder is talking?”

‘Excuse me…’

‘It’s sparring stage here, right?’

‘If you don’t wield a sword here, where the hell… … .’

“People these days have forgotten the basics, the basics!”

Chung Myung took a step back and grabbed the sword tightly.

“You won’t understand if I hit your head anyway. I just have to hit your body. Then you will understand!”

Baek Chun, who was below, closed his eyes tightly as he watched the scene.

He felt something wrong. He, too, seemed to have heard that in the past…..

What happens after hearing that?

“I’m coming!”

Chung Myung rushed towards Namung Dohui.

Namgung Dohui swung his sword reflexively, but the Emperor’s Sword, which failed to pressure the opponent with momentum, was only a half-sword that was less than Twelve Form Iron Sword.

“Lower body!”

Ttaak!

Chung Myung’s sword hits Namgung Dohui’s thigh.

“Keuk!”

A groan of pain came out of Namgung Dohui’s mouth.

“Lower body! Lower body! Lower body! Lower body!”

Ttaak! Ttaaak! Ttak! Ttaak!

“You bastard! I hit you four times but you can’t stop it even just once? Did you leave your head in Anhui?” (Anhui is where Namgung Family is located.)

The pouring pain and verbal abuse drove Namgung Dohui back frantically.

‘What a speed…’

‘The sword is not even visible. How the hell I’m supposed to stop this?’

“Do you dare to step back? Did you leave your head in Anhui?”

Chung Myung roared and pushed Namgung Dohui. And beat him mercilessly.

“Side! Shoulder! Ankle! Why is it full of gaps? Wrist again!”

Namgung Dohui, who allowed the sword to hit his sides and shoulders, quickly tried to dodge backward. But Chung Myung’s sword quickly and accurately struck him on the wrist when he stepped back.

Paeaeang!

Namgung Dohui’s sword rotated and soared into the air.

At the same time, Namgung Dohui’s body was exposed to Chung Myung defenselessly.

Boltok!

All of Mount Hua’s disciples rose from their seats at the same time. What would happen from now on began to unfold in their minds.

Baek Chun opens his mouth with a groan.

“Hea…….”

A loud shout pierced their ears.

“Head! Head! Head! Head! Head!”

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

Five strikes of Chung Myung’s scabbard poured down on Namgung Dohui’s head. Namgung Dohui’s eyes, which were flinching under the attack, lost focus.

“Ah, right!”

Kwang!

Another blow fell on Namgung Dohui’s head, who was losing consciousness.

“It is the norm to say this five times and hit it six times.”

‘……why?’

Unable to understand Chung Myung’s last words, Namgung Dohui collapsed with deep questions.

Thud.

Chung Myung, who was looking at Namgung Dohui who fell to the ground, clicked his tongue and said as if he was disappointed.

“It’s too bad.”

“Ah, I forgot I was gonna teach him modesty!”

‘I need to get rid of this head obsession.’

‘Come on!’

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of Mount Hua Sect

Return of the Blossoming Blade, Return of the Huashan Sect, Return of the Mount Hua Sect, RMHS
Score 9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2019 Native Language: Korean
The 13th generation disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Three Great Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint, Chung Myung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect.

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