Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 312

Haewolru, where everyone has escaped.

“……ughh.”

Sweat ran down Jong Pal’s brow.

But sweating isn’t the issue.

Is that a big deal compared to a swollen face like steamed bread and a body aching from bones?

Above all, he has no control over his mind. His brow.

He’s not sure if that crazy guy was obsessed with hitting people on the head, but he hit the head hard.

‘The crazy guy…

‘What are you doing to me?’

‘Oh my goodness.’

Mount Hua Divine Dragon is furious with him.

What kind of lightning is this?

“Go down your back, huh?”

Jong Pal straightened his knees and lifted his hips quickly.

To martial artists, putting their heads on the ground and having someone sit on them is nothing.

However, when a beaten body and the presence of a person sitting on his waist are combined, the story takes a turn for the worse.

“Ugh…….”

“Are you acting as if you’re having a difficult time? Have you gone insane?”

“…….”

Chung Myung slapped his back while only his head and toes supported his body.

“Shouldn’t you put yourself in the right position?”

“I apologize.”

“Tsk. I’ve lost my temper too.”

“…….”

“If I was the same as before, you wouldn’t even be able to open your eyes now. I would have just dislocated the whole body bone. Tsk, I’ve become too nice. Oh my, such a nice person I’ve become.”

“…….”

“If I left you alone, it would end well, but why is my head… ah, thinking about it makes me angry again.”

Chung Myung leapt from the top of Jong Pal. He then kicked him in the ribs.

“Gah!”

Jong Pal collapsed after a grotesque scream.

“The more I think about it, the angrier I get! How dare you!”

Chung Myung began stepping mercilessly on the fallen Jong Pal.

“Argh! Argh! Daehyeop! Argh! There! Argh! Not there……” (Great/Big/Famed Warrior. Sohyeop Small/Young Warrior.)

“The young beggar was beaten like a dog until fell down. Hey, you punk! I’ve never had a bloody nose before in my life!”

‘With the exception of Heavenly Demon, of course.’

‘He wasn’t a human being.’

“You! I’m going to tether you and throw you off the cliff!”

The step that fell on Jong Pal was exciting.

Gu Chil, who was watching the delightful (?) scene, was forced to stare into the face of this incredible reality.

‘Wang Cho is beaten?’

Who exactly is Jong Pal?

Jong Pal is one of the strongest of the young beggars. Even the Beggar Union recognized his talent and bestowed the four-knot title on him so young.

If the rotten personality is ignored, he is a talented individual who stands out even in Beggar Union.

But Jong Pal is being beaten like a dog while unable to use his hands.

That’s interesting…

‘Of course.’

It is entirely natural.

If Cho Sam is indeed Mount Hua Divine Dragon, the outcome will be the same even if Jong Pal’s grandfather arrives.

‘Is he really that Mount Hua Divine Dragon?’

What in the world happened?

In just three years, a young beggar who fled the den in a rage after being beaten by Wang Cho appears to be the Mount Hua Divine Dragon?

Is this make sense?

Gu Chil rubbed his eyes once more, just in case. However, the situation in front of him has not changed at all.

“Argh! Argh! Argh! Daehyeop! Daehyeop, save me!”

“Daehyeop? Daehyeooooooop? You punk, I’m a Taoist, you bastard! Daehyeop, my a$$hole! Do not address me as Daehyeop!”

“Dojang! Dojang! “”

“It’s Malko, you bastard!” (말코. means someone who’s so strong they can do whatever they wanted without worrying about repercussions)

“Ma- Malko! Please help me!”

“Are you insane? You have no right to call me Malko!”

“Ah, What do you want me to do!”

Kwadeuk!

Jong Pal jumped up as if having a seizure, but was quickly set back by the kick to the face.

“Keururuk.”

He rolled his eyes and foamed.

“He’s up to his old tricks once more. You are now…..”

It was that exact moment.

Pok.

Someone touched Chung Myung’s shoulder.

“Huh?”

Baek Chun shook his head, a cautious expression on his face, when Chung Myung turned around.

“Stop it.”

“What? Stop what?”

“I’m not sure what happened, but you shouldn’t hit people like that. I understand if he’s a disciple of Mount Hua, but he’s a disciple of Beggar Union.”

“…….”

“There will be a problem between Beggar Union and Mount Hua if you hit more than this. No, there could be a problem already. So that’s all there is to it.”

Chung Myung stepped away from Jong Pal’s face and retreated slightly at that point. His face was regretful, but he appeared to intend to stop for the time being.

“Thank you, Daehyeop.”

Jong Pal bowed his head in tears toward Baek Chun, as if he didn’t need to be hit anymore.

The sight made Baek Chun frown. His face is swollen to the point of absurdity.

“What the hell is wrong with you that you beat him up like this? You’re a bit impulsive, have a bad personality, a dirty personality, and you’re like a scumbag who doesn’t know what’s up and down…”

“How far are you going to go?”

“But you wouldn’t beat up people for no reason. What in the world has happened?”

Chung Myung responded in a sour tone.

“It’s not that big of a deal.”

“Um.”

“When I was still a beggar, before I came to Mount Hua.”

“Right.”

“I’ve been beaten by that bastard before.”

“…beaten?”

“I was weak back then.”

“…weak?”

‘What are you on about, you wuss?’

‘You are the type of person who will hit and ride a tiger as soon as you are born.’

“……anyway, that’s when he hit my head with a stick.”

“…head?”

Chung Myung made a shaky motion with his head.

“I’ll never forget this intense experience. Perhaps this is why I’m obsessed with the head.”

Baek Chun gave Chung Myung a friendly smile.

“Oh, really?”

“Hm. I was literally beaten to death. With this much, I can’t get rid of my rage……”

Chung Myung’s words, however, did not last long.

It’s because Baek Chun turned away from Jong Pal and stopped listening.

Jong Pal flinched at the intense emotion contained within those eyes.

“Da- Daehyeop?”

“Is it you?”

“What?”

Baek Chun’s feet struck the top of Jong Pal’s head once more.

Kuuung!

Jong Pal collapsed, making a loud noise. Then Baek Chun jumped on top of him and began swinging his fist.

“You cretin! Is it because of you? Mount Hua is now a victim solely because of you……! You scumbag!”

Yoon Jong, Jo Gol, and Baek Sang all turned to look at Jong Pal and jumped.

“Because of you!”

“Aaaaargh! Enemy! World’s enemy!”

“I’ll kill you!”

Mount Hua’s disciples were stepping on Jong Pal.

Yoo Iseol stood by Jong Pal’s side, squatted, and struck Jong Pal on the head with her scabbard.

“Head. Head. Head. Head.”

“Aaaaaarrrggh!”

Jong Pal screamed and twisted his arms and legs. But the beatings continued.

“This is for second-class disciples only! This is for third-class disciples only! Namgung Dohui deserves this!”

Baek Chun’s fist turned excitedly to Jong Pal’s chin.

Even as the stars flashed in front of his eyes from being beaten, Jong Pal thought,

Why does Mount Hua Baek Chun give Namgung Dohui’s share at all?

But there was no time to ask the question now.

Chung Myung, who was watching the scene, then reached out unknowingly.

“Uh, hey….”

“What!”

“He’s gonna die…..”

“Get out of here!”

“…….”

Everyone rolled their eyes and mercilessly beat him.

“He almost broke my head because of you, you know?”

“Let’s take him to Mount Hua!”

Reason has vanished from the disciples of Mount Hua.

In the last three years, have they had a good day?

They get hit because they don’t train properly, he gets bored, and they get hit because they’re slow.

They felt like they could spit fire out of their mouths after thinking that this beggar caused all those long and difficult days.

“Why are you covering your head! You bastard!”

“If you didn’t hit him, he wouldn’t have come to Mount Hua!”

“Die! Die! Dieeee!”

Chung Myung looked at the scene with a sour face.

“No, I’m supposed to beat him…..”

Why do they look more pissed off?

Just why?

It was then.

Bang!

The door opened violently as if it were going to break, and beggars dressed in rags flocked in.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh my God!”

“How dare you touch disciple of Beggar Union! You guys are out of your mind!”

Mount Hua’s disciples turned their heads in surprise.

Dozens of Beggar Union people with batting sticks in one hand were walking into Haewolru.

Seeing their face was full of rage, they seemed to have already known what was happening here.

“Oh my God!”

“How can you beat a man like that?”

The beggar standing in front distorted his face when he saw Jong Pal lying on the ground.

“…What the hell is this?”

Baek Chun crept up and stepped aside. Other Mount Hua’s disciples also retreated, keeping their mouths shut as if they had figured out the atmosphere.

“You seem to be Mount Hua’s disciples. Is that right?”

Baek Chun sighed and stepped forward.

“I’m Baek Chun from Mount Hua.”

He offered greet, but the opponent refused to accept it. This means that they will not be polite.

“Explain. What the hell happened to Mount Hua’s disciples beating Beggar Union’s disciples as a group. Without a convincing explanation, Mount Hua would have to deal with Beggar Union’s wrath.”

Baek Chun’s face stiffened slightly.

“That’s…….”

And just as he was about to open his mouth.

“Ah. Get out of the way! Why are you blocking the way?”

A loud noise was heard from behind.

Then, the beggars who were blocking the entrance opened the way in unison.

‘Is a big shot coming?’

Baek Chun looked at the entrance with a nervous face. The man currently in front of him is a six-knot beggar. That status wasn’t low in Beggar Union.

But if there’s a bigger shot, then at least seven knots…….

“Huh?”

“What?”

The disciples of Mount Hua tilted their heads when they saw the giant beggar walking in.

‘I think I’ve seen him somewhere.’

“Where did the big guys dare to touch our little beggars. They mustn’t be afraid we….. Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

“…….”

The newly appeared seven knot.

Hong Dae Gwang, the Head Branch of Nakyang, tilted his head and looked at Chung Myung.

“Why are you here?”

“You’re here?”

Hong Dae Gwang alternately looked at Chung Myung and Jong Pal lying on the ground. And he asked again, as if puzzled.

“What’s going on here? That’s Jong Pal.”

“Yes.”

“You told me to bring him, so I took him. What is this……. First, explain what’s going on.”

Baek Chun and Gu Chil gave him a rough explanation.

After a while, Hong Dae Gwang stared at Chung Myung with heavy eyes.

“So.”

“Yes.”

“That beggar beat you up in the past?”

“Yes.”

“That’s why you hit him right now?”

“Yes.”

Hong Dae Gwang’s eyes trembled.

“This…….”

A tremendous amount of rage emanated from his face.

“No, are you bastard trying to ruin Beggar Union?!”

At a surprising pace, Hong Dae Gwang slammed the ground at an astonishing speed and kicked Jong Pal’s chin, who had only just woken up.

“Argh!”

He was hit and fell to the floor without knowing what to say.

Hong Dae Gwang grumbled and screamed.

“Hey, you punk! I’d rather set the Government on fire! What? Who do you beat, huh? Be honest with me, you bastard! You must be a spy from other sects to ruin Beggar Union!”

“Ah! Buntaju! No…… It’s not!”

“What do you mean no? If I say so, it is what it is, you punk!”

Hong Dae Gwang rolled his eyes and stepped on Jong Pal.

Mount Hua’s disciples, who had been cautious, also joined Hong Dae Gwang and started stepping on Jong Pal again.

An instant, a collaboration between Mount Hua and Beggar Union took place.

The beggar of Shaanxi, who had gathered in high spirits, was forced to become honeyed mute at the strange sight.

‘What the hell is going on?’

‘I don’t know.’

‘Something’s… something definitely wrong is going on.’

The beaten one.

The one who gets beaten.

And the one who watches.