Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 393

“Un Gum!”

Hyun Jong yelled and attempted to blow himself up.

But the fierce Yado’s dao would not let him go.

Kaang!

The dao that flew towards the neck collided with Hyun Jong’s trembling sword. He lost his cool and was unable to completely block the dao. The bouncing sword of Hyun Jong cut its owner’s neck shallow and long.

“….”

“You have to be calm, Sect Leader.”

Yado twisted the corners of his mouth.

“Wasn’t composure your specialty?”

“….”

“It’s a shame. You can’t keep the word that no one dies until you die.”

Hyun Jong had bloodshot eyes.

It felt like blood was gushing out of his body, but he knew it wasn’t.

He will be attacked on the back if he goes to help Un Gum now. And if Un Gum and he both collapse simultaneously, everyone here will die in a matter of minutes.

Blood began to flow from Hyun Jong’s eyes, and all of his veins burst with rage.

He started to feel dizzy from bleeding all over his body.

Only soaring the soaring anger supported him.

“Come, evil enemy. I’ll kill you and make you pay.”

“Oh my.”

Yado laughed so loudly that it was unnatural.

“It’s been a little fun so far….”

And his face turned fierce as if he had never laughed.

“Now it’s no longer fun. I’ll finish it as soon as I want.”

His dao was coated with even greater momentum and blue energy.

Udeuduk.

Hyun Sang broke his left wrist with a terrible sound.

Do Kyulso didn’t miss a short time when Hyun Sang was exposed for a moment due to Un Gum’s injury. It was the price he had to pay for blocking the force.

It wasn’t just a broken wrist.

‘Poison.’

In an instant, the injured wrist began to swell and turn black.

Hyun Sang clenched his teeth and swung the sword again, blocking the energy flow by rushing his internal strength.

Chwaak!

A rough and imperfect slash fell on Do Kyulso.

Kaang! Kaaaang!

But his sword still hasn’t succeeded in breaching Do Kyulso’s defense. At best, it’s only leaving a small scratch on the forearm.

“You seem to be in a hurry. Keuhuhu.”

Hyun Sang’s eyes were bloodshot.

Un Gum.

Un Gum was his most cherished disciple.

Hyun Jong liked Un Am the most, but as a swordsman, Hyun Sang cared the most about Un Gum no matter what anyone said.

It was simply gratifying to watch. Un Gum did not neglect his training for a single day or deviate from his duty as a swordsman for a single moment.

A man who will one day succeed him as the Elder in charge of Martial Hall.

The man was Un Gum.

But at this moment, the dominant hand, which can be said to be Un Gum’s everything, was cut off.

The hand that needs to hold the sword.

The arm that needs to teach the disciples.

“Eeeuaaaahhh!”

Hyun Sang gave out a roaring voice and pushed Do Kyulso with an uncharacteristically rough momentum.

“I’m going to kill you, you bastards!”

“Hahahaha! Those words come out of Taoist’s mouth!”

Do Kyulso smiled leisurely and received Hyun Sang’s sword.

‘Un Gum.’

Unbearable tears flowed from Hyun Sang’s eyes.

‘Un Gum, you punk.’

“What is it?”

His mind felt blurry.

He could neither see nor feel properly as if the world were covered with a haze.

‘So I… … .’

What happened?

It felt like he was endlessly looking for something ambiguous.

Then.

“… -reat Sasuk! Wake up….”

There was a voice coming from somewhere.

‘What are you talking about?’

‘I can’t hear you.’

It felt like something was humming, but he couldn’t understand it clearly.

“Great Sasuk!”

The eyes of Un Gum, which had been slowly closing, opened slowly again.

‘Ah…’

‘I did it.’

‘I was fighting.’

Un Gum’s body, which was trying to touch the ground without his familiar right arm, was about to collapse.

His faint gaze traced his right hand.

None.

Of course, there was nothing where the arm was supposed to be.

Only then did Un Gum, who fully understood his situation, chew on his lips.

‘Did I bleed too much?’

If he doesn’t stop the bleeding properly, he’ll die at this rate.

Un Gum, who stretched out his trembling left hand and pressed the bloodstream of his right arm, staggered and rose from his seat.

“Whoa?”

Son Wol giggled as if he was having fun watching it.

“It wouldn’t be strange to die as it is, but he’s definitely got the guts.”

Despite his blatant sarcastic remarks, Un Gum did not turn his eyes at him.

No, actually, the word didn’t even reach Un Gum’s ear.

Looking around with a blank face, he soon stumbled and began to walk toward one place.

“Are you looking for a graveyard?”

Son Wol grinned and lifted his spear to give the last strike. But soon he paused and opened his eyes wide.

“…Huh?”

Jijijil.

Un Gum, who walked while dragging his immobile legs, lowered his posture slowly.

A severed arm.

Un Gum’s destination was where his right arm was.

“You can’t put it back on like that…”

Son Wol, which was about to say something, shut up.

It wasn’t the arm where Un Gum’s fingertips were directed.

It was the sword that was still being held by his right hand. He pulled the sword with his left hand and tried to lift it.

Squeeze.

Un Gum, who grabbed the upper part of the handle, reached out and trampled on the severed arm.

Even though he fell off his body, he stepped on his clenched finger as if it would never let go of the sword, and only after pulling the sword out, did he stand up.

“….”

Even the world-famous Quick Spear Life Reaper was speechless at sight.

He has been through numerous battles.

Among them, how many are there that had their limbs cut off?

But he had never seen anyone pick up the sword rather than his own severed body.

“…is he crazy?”

And that’s not the end.

His face turned blue from excessive blood loss.

The shoulder twitched in pain from the torn arm.

And even the legs that were pierced by the spear and dragged along.

Even if he collapsed and died immediately, it wouldn’t be surprising.

However, Un Gum held the sword with his unfamiliar left hand and blocked the front of Son Wol.

“…Keep… Keep continues.”

“….”

“What?”

His face was expressionless when he stared at Quick Spear Life Spear.

“I’m… I’m still alive.”

“….”

“Before I die.”

As if when it had been released without strength, a stem of blue energy flowed out of Un Gum’s eyes.

“…you can’t put the finger on my disciples.”

Then, Son Wol distorted his face as if his spirit were soaring.

“Y- You!”

His face flushed red when he realized that he was pushed by his spirit, even for a moment.

‘What a disgusting fellow he is?’

He has seen a lot of people talking about Righteousness.

But no matter how slick the mouth was, when they were about to die, they tried to protect their own life first. Quick Spear Life Reaper Son Wol called that the hypocrisy of the Righteous faction.

Is there any meaning in Righteousness that’s being kept only if they are sure of their own survival?

It was cheap self-comfort like a rich man giving rice that was left in a warehouse to a beggar.

But.

This guy was different from those guys.

“If you had pretended to be dead, you would have been able to live.”

Son Wol grabbed the spear as if having a seizure.

“How dare you stand in front of me like that?”

Paaang!

The short spear that was as fast as lightning penetrated Un Gum’s lower abdomen. Un Gum could not respond at all to the attack.

Puuk.

As the blown spear pierced Un Gum, even Quick Spear Life Reaper frowned.

‘What is this…’

Isn’t it practically a dead body?

When he pulled out the spear and retrieved it, blood gushed out of the pierced body. He had already bled so much that even the momentum of the blood spurting out was weak.

“You missed the chance to die gracefully…”

He closed his mouth with a look of boredom.

Un Gum, who had a hole in his stomach, slowly lifted the sword he held with his left hand and took a middle stance.

The heaviness of the lower body has already collapsed.

The tip of the sword was constantly shaking.

His eyes were half closed, out of focus, and his posture was not straight.

But what is this absurd spirit?

He felt the pressure of a supreme swordsman on basic stance from him. Even though he knows for sure that that’s not possible.

“You bastard…….”

Son Wol suffered a blow to his pride every time his opponent’s spirit crushed him.

Afraid of an enemy that even a child can defeat. Isn’t that something that could never happen?

“Let’s see!”

Puuuk.

The short spear stabbed Un Gum in the chest. The short spear, which returned after barely stabbing as deep as a finger, stabbed Un Gum in the chest again.

“How long you’re gonna last!”

Puuk.

Five holes were drilled in the chest in an instant.

“The moment you fall, all your disciples die. Let’s see how many times you can hold out!”

The movement of Son Wol’s short spear appeared like a seizure.

To the point where Un Gum wouldn’t die, but still make the pain vivid.

In an instant, Un Gum staggered with dozens of holes in his chest. However, the stuttering legs somehow supported the body.

“This….”

Quick Spear Life Reaper gnashed his teeth and deeply embedded the spear in Un Gum’s leg.

Kwadang!

Un Gum’s body fell to the ground as it is as if he wanted to stand even though his legs were pierced again.

“Confidence? Will?”

Son Wol laughed.

“You’re talking shit. What’s the point if you don’t have the skills? In the end, you’re just wasting your time. Stop this now. I’ll send your disciples to your side immediately without leaving any.”

Holding up the spear with one hand, he aimed down the neck of the groaning Un Gum.

Mount Hua’s disciples screamed.

“Euaaaaa! Get out of the way, you bastard! I’ll kill you!”

“Sasuk! Sasuk!”

“Get out of the way! Euuaaaahhh! D*mn it!”

But Son Wol’s subordinate held Mount Hua’s disciples and launched a fierce attack. Suddenly, the disciples of Mount Hua were on the defensive to the extent that the offensive they were pouring was overshadowed.

Their insides felt burned and tears of blood flowed, but they couldn’t get through them.

“Instructor-niiiiiiiiim!”

A fishy smile appeared on Son Wol’s lips along with someone’s desperate shout.

“Die, you moron.”

His spear penetrated Un Gum’s neck.

No, he tried to.

Right at that moment.

Kwaaaaaaa!

With a tremendous ear-splitting roar, something flew in at a staggering speed toward Son Wol.

‘What?’

With that tremendous momentum, Son Wol turned his head with wide open eyes.

A sword.

A sword of immense speed was flying toward him.

Intuitively aware of the danger of his body being split in half, he changed the trajectory of his spear, which was trying to pierce Un Gum’s neck, and blocked his front.

But!

Gagagagak!

The flying sword pierced the short spear as if gnawing.

‘Wha- What the hell is this…!’

Kkaaang!

The upper part of the spear that was cut off eventually bounced off. The sword that did not stop ripped through Quick Spear Life Reaper’s chest.

“….”

Chwaaak!

There is a fountain of blood.

Quick Spear Life Reaper Son Wol looked down blankly at his chest, which had been cleaved that almost revealed the bones, and staggered backward.

‘What is this?’

What is this absurd sword?

His trembling gaze turned toward the direction the sword flew.

And he saw it.

The shortest way up to Mount Hua.

It is the scene of a man who climbed up from a cliff that could not even be called a road and descended to the yard.

Tok.

As soon as the man appeared, the battlefield, which was like a blazing flame, began to cool down.

The man looked up and looked around quietly.

The fallen Sahyung is on the ground.

The Sect Leader can barely stand after coloring his whole body with blood and seems to collapse at any moment.

The Elder whose body is half blackened with poison.

And….

“….”

Un Gum, who fell to the ground and his severed right arm.

Tang So-so cried as she saw the man hardened like a statue.

“Sahyuuuung!”

With a voice mixed with tears, Chung Myung raised his head and looked at Son Wol.

Flinch.

At that moment, Quick Spear Life Reaper flinched.

‘Wha- What’s that guy… … ?’

Something was different.

It is not a matter of being strong or weak. Quick Spear Life Reaper also lived on the battlefield. He could recognize the enemy’s familiarity with death and murder by looking at them.

That’s why he couldn’t move.

This is because he understood with his body, not his head, how terrible of a hell a man had to go through for him to have such a cold look that Son Wol couldn’t feel the emotion within.

He didn’t even feel alive.

Is it the saying that the extremely angry person becomes rather cold?

Chung Myung opened his mouth slowly, looking at Son Wol and Myriad Man House.

“All of you….”

As if suppressing something rising, he closed his mouth for a moment and spoke softly.

“… you won’t die comfortably.”

It was not long before Chung Myung stretched his sword and began to walk toward Son Wol with a ghostly spirit.