Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 318

Hye Yeon’s expression has hardened slightly.

‘Sharp.’

What about the sword?

No.

The steps she takes, the posture she adopts, the look she gives! None of them are particularly sharp.

‘Sword Warrior!’

Although Shaolin is well-versed in all kinds of weapons, Shaolin’s true martial art comes from Palm Fists and Feet (권장지각(拳掌指脚)).

It implies Shaolin is a place where the body is valued more than weapons.

As a result, no matter how experienced Hye Yeon is, this was his first encounter with a sword warrior of this caliber.

Yoo Iseol’s anticipation penetrated Hye Yeon’s entire body. Without realizing it, he hardened his face, as if a needle pierced his skin.

Chwaaak!

With the sound of a bird flying over the water, Yoo Iseol’s sword stretched straight.

Although it is a martial art that is grandly called Seoninji-ro (선인지로(仙人指路)/Immortal One Guide the Way) in Kangho, the reality is nothing more than a simple stab.

Basic of the basics.

But when the fundamentals were revealed in Yoo Iseol’s hands, it was no different than the world’s most prestigious martial art.

Thump!

Hye Yeon took a step forward instinctively.

The fist attached to his side was then thrown in a straight line, exclaiming.

He also used a simple fist swing as a martial art.

He’s taken how many swings?

Thousands upon thousands of times? Or a million times?

He has no idea. It is innumerable.

The repeated and repeated moves become a form (형(形)) in itself.

Even if it is the martial art of Heaven and Earth, it is only a shell if it is not polished.

With each execution, the moves in which he had used forces from his entire body became self-contained.

Without your conscious awareness, energy from the Dantian moves, and the rotational force pushed up from the tip of your foot is transmitted to your fist.

And let go!

Hwaak!

Golden winds spewed from the tip of Hye Yeon’s fist like a powerful stream of water.

When Yoo Iseol saw it, she twisted her body to the side, stabbing in a straight line.

This is a good step.

Hwaak!

The fist energy grazed Yoo Iseol’s side.

But that’s all.

She lowered her posture and approached Hye Yeon after evading the strike.

When dealing with Fist martial artists, it is common sense for swords warriors to keep their distance.

Yoo Iseol, on the other hand, closes the gap at an alarming rate.

Swaeaek!

Shake the wrist gently but precisely. The small movement began at the fingertips, passed through the sword to the tip, and then expanded into a large movement aimed at Hye Yeon’s entire body.

The sword shakes and draws a large amount of sword energy.

The sword energy’s sharp and intricate figures threatened to rip Hye Yeon’s body apart at any moment.

At that time.

Seuseusut.

Hye Yeon’s body blurred and vanished, as if he had been blown off.

Yoo Iseol kicked the ground and flew sideways at the same time.

Swaeaek!

Then she swung her sword into the empty air with all her might.

A seemingly perplexing behavior.

But just then, Hye Yeon appears in the spot where Yoo Iseol swings the sword.

It was like a fish jumping into a moderately stirred net.

The Heavenly Hye Yeon twisted his body, stiffening his face and looking surprised simultaneously. But that wasn’t enough to keep her fierce sword at bay.

Sogok.

The sword grazed Hye Yeon’s shoulder.

He turned his body around and rushed forward at that point. And he landed on Yoo Iseol’s empty stomach while she swung her sword.

Kuung!

Yoo Iseol’s body reacted like a cannonball.

Yoo Iseol, who was flying like a kite with the string cut off, rotated his body in the air a couple of times before landing lightly on the ground.

Jereuk.

A drop of red blood ran down her throat.

Hye Yeon was also in a difficult situation. The hem of her yellow robes, which her sword had cut, was turning red.

Those who were watching the confrontation exhaled the breath they had been holding in.

The same can be said for Mount Hua’s disciples.

Yoon Jong unknowingly clenched his fist.

‘Oh my goodness.’

In fact, the confrontation lasted only a split second. But how much was packed into that brief confrontation?

Above all, Yoon Jong was taken aback by the precise martial art and quick judgment that both demonstrated. They make only the best decision they can without hesitation.

Belief in what has been constructed.

It would have been impossible if they hadn’t known which path they were on.

“…Was Sago that strong?”

Jo-Gol uttered a low groan.

He knows because he fought Hye Yeon. What a powerful monk that red-eyed monk is. Jo-Gol had no choice but to stare when Hye Yeon unfolded his martial art in front of his eyes.

The operation feels as natural as flowing water, and the movements aren’t as cluttered because they’ve been polished so many times.

Hye Yeon’s martial art, which he witnessed firsthand, was truly shocking.

However, Yoo Iseol is exchanging blows with Hye Yeon. Even if she did not overwhelm him, she also did not push back.

“Sago wielded her sword while Sahyung slept on your backs.”

“…….”

“Don’t get me wrong though. Hard work doesn’t solve everything. But Sago just puts everything on the sword other than eating and sleeping.”

Jo-Gol became silent and lost his words.

It is much easier said than done.

But who is capable of putting it into action?

Chung Myung did indeed drive them like hell. To be honest, no one would push themselves to the same level as when Chung Myung was teaching them.

The only person who had done it was now on stage.

“Watch.”

Chung Myung said, his gaze drawn to the match.

“There’s going to be something you feel.”

Yoo Iseol lightly touched her abdomen.

The internal organs were jolted, but the injuries were not severe.

The brief conversation left her with two impressions.

The first one is…..

‘Strong.’

She was stronger than she thought.

She had the sensation of swinging a sword against an iron wall. No attack seemed to be able to breach that man’s defenses. The shoulder injury is also the result of panic among those who lack hands-on experience; it is not done with her skills.

And the same moves are no longer effective.

And the second one is…..

‘I will never win if we face each other head on.’

The internal strength difference is enormous.

Yoo Iseol’s internal strength was also unrivaled.

Mount Hua was unable to strengthen their disciples’ inner strength due to the loss of their basic internal energy cultivation art. However, Yoo Iseol, who has taken Honwondan and Jasodan, possesses greater internal strength than the prestigious disciple.

However, there is a significant difference.

The immense internal strength contained in Hye Yeon’s fist appeared to crush her body. She can’t fight if she takes even one hit.

Then she’ll have to walk a tightrope.

Her sword must pierce through the opponent’s steel wall without allowing an attack.

Can she do it?

Yoo Iseol has slightly distorted eyes.

– When will you be strong if you only do what you can? You can only find out if you can do it by trying, right? Are you going to do only what you can and repeat it for the rest of your life? They don’t have the spirit of improvement these days, the spirit of improvement!

‘Boomer.’

But that’s true.

– Did you face a formidable foe? Then you should be content. It means that even if you throw everything you have, they will accept it. Simply smack him as hard as you can.

‘You are not required to inform me.’

Power enters Yoo Iseol’s toes.

‘I think the same!’

Jjojok!

Yoo Iseol dashed toward Hye Yeon while the blue stone floor cracked.

Kaang!

Hye Yeon’s palm deflected the sword’s lightning-like swing. He blocked the sword as quickly as he could, but there was no sign of a scratch.

But that is to be expected.

The sword of Yoo Iseol slid down Hye Yeon’s palm.

The transition from Power (강(强)) to Soft (유(柔)).

The sword, which flows gently down his arm, is aimed at Hye Yeon’s chest. However, Hye Yeon was not subjected to it.

Tung!

His arm emits a repellent force. The sword flowing down his forearm bounced off energy, piercing Yoo Iseol in the front.

The following fist strike!

Tuung!

A lightly stretched fist gripped Yoo Iseol’s left shoulder. A shock powerful enough to twist her entire body struck her.

Despite vomiting blood, Yoo Iseol did not back down.

Kwadeuk!

Yoo Iseol’s foot trampled on Hye Yeon’s foot as he took a step forward. Hye Yeon’s feet were trapped in the ground, causing the thick blue stone to crumble.

Tat!

And Yoo Iseol flew back. The sword trembled and soon began to shoot out red plum blossoms.

This one move!

Binds her opponent and makes distances.

Of course, for Hye Yeon, the degree to which his feet were stuck on the ground was just a momentary delay, but that was enough for her.

‘More perfectly.’

This is not enough.

More! More! More!

As if it’s alive!

It should not simply remain sophisticated. No matter how perfect the plum blossoms are, she is no different from Southern Edge Sect if she is satisfied with them.

She has to put her true intentions into it to truly become Mount Hua’s plum blossoms!

Yoo Iseol gradually forgot herself.

‘I’m…’

Dark night.

And the moon of the night in the sky.

Below that all is a man wielding a sword.

In the most beautiful and most desperate way.

The sword was dropped, which could not be connected and was cut off. She can’t forget the image of him sobbing as if he couldn’t bear it and collapsing as if clearly engraved in front of her eyes.

‘Here.’

Here it is.

The plum blossoms that couldn’t be made. The plum blossom that could never have blossomed.

The plum blossoms that the man has been trying to make with all of his life now unfold in Yoo Iseol’s hands.

The living and breathing plum leaves swirled in the wind from the sword’s edge and covered Hye Yeon’s whole body.

It seemed impossible for Hye Yeon to avoid all of these swords’ energy.

But at that moment.

“Amitabha!”

Uuuuung!

Hye Yeon’s whole body was covered with golden radiance.

Half-open eyes.

The naturally taken Half-Palm stance (반장(半掌)).

Those who knew the meaning of the posture jumped out of their seats in astonishment.

“Su- Supreme Strength (무상대능력(無上大能力)!”) !”

The voice of someone’s seizure pierced people’s ears.

And.

Uuuung!

Hye Yeon’s whole body was finally dyed with complete gold, and immediately began to radiate a red luster in all directions.

It is heroic and holy.

The plum blossoms, which seemed to be about to destroy Hye Yeon’s whole body, melted like snow that met the sunlight in the pouring golden brilliance.

The Buddha Light, which embodies the energy of Destroying the Evil (파사(破邪)), destroyed all the false things. And it did not stop at him and began to push Yui Seol’s whole body.

Udeudeuk.

If she doesn’t resist, she’ll just be pushed back.

But Yoo Iseol didn’t step down easily.

Udeudeuk.

It sounded like the bones of her whole body were twisting.

With her teeth clenched, Yoo Iseol took another step forward, bleeding from her nose and mouth.

Hye Yeon’s eyes shook.

‘What?’

The match has already been won.

Yoo Iseol’s sword did not reach his body, and it will never reach.

But why is the person moving forward? She must’ve understood that no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get another scratch on his body.

‘Foolish!’

Hye Yeon boosted his internal strength even more.

If she doesn’t resist, she’ll just be pushed out and fall off the stage. But why does she have to resist and hurt herself?

Udeudeuk.

Yoo Iseol’s ankle twisted with a terrible sound.

Tok!

But Yoo Iseol stuck the twisted ankle on the ground. Then she took the next step forward again.

Her blood was dripping down more than enough to completely wet the front of her face, but there wasn’t a single flutter in her eyes.

‘Why!’

Eventually, Yoo Iseol raises her sword.

Her arms trembled like that of a young child lifting a heavy sword, but she eventually lifted her sword to the end.

And she slammed it down slowly.

No, it was more like losing strength and falling than hitting.

There is no momentum, and even her internal strength is not contained.

Sogok.

But Hye Yeon could not avoid the sword.

His chest was long split.

It was a light wound at best.

But it was a wound that he shouldn’t have gotten in the first place.

“…It reached.”

At last Yoo Iseol lost her strength and collapsed on the spot.

Thud.

The outcome is clear.

But Yoo Iseol’s face did not belong to the loser, and Hye Yeon’s face did not belong to the victor.

Hye Yeon looked down at his wounds with a white face.

‘How the hell…….’

How could she even hurt her opponent without backing down under such circumstances?

Hye Yeon turned his head reflexively.

Where his gaze was directed at.

Among Mount Hua’s disciples, Chung Myung looked at him with a meaningful expression.

“You’ll have a chill in your back. You punk.”

Hye Yeon’s palms were wet with cold sweat.