Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 444

Chung Myung raised his head slightly and fixed his gaze on Im Sobyong.

“So how? Are we going to go after you?”

The words caused Im Sobyong’s eyes to sparkle with a frightening glow.

But only for a short time.

“No. As you can see, I’m weak.”

He waved his hand, as if bothered. The strange limp of his body made the onlookers feel dizzy.

“It’s never been easy to use my body……. Cough! Cough! That’s right… Cough! Aigo, this cough…….”

“…….”

‘Uh, definitely….’

He would vomit blood and collapse if he swung a sword.

Chung Myung said with a tilt of his head.

“You look strong for being weak.”

“It’s weak that try to look strong.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Hye Yeon, who had remained silent all along, couldn’t help but inquire about Mount Hua’s disciples.

“……do you understand what those two are talking about?”

When Jo-Gol heard the question, he whispered softly.

“Esteemed monk.”

“Yes.”

“Pretend you understand even if you don’t.”

“…….”

It wasn’t exactly a response. Nonetheless, Hye Yeon found solace in the fact that there were others like him.

Im Sobyong cast a troubled look at Chung Myung.

“And…… Still, I’m King Nokrim, so there’s nothing good about fighting with a young swords warrior.”

“Is it something to lose face?”

When Chung Myung asked in wonder, I’m Sobyong stared into his eyes.

“If I lose, who will take responsibility?”

“…….”

Even the world-famous Chung Myung could not find anything to say back to this word.

This is a real troublemaker.

“Safety first. In the world, safety comes first. It’s important to solve the problem, but the best thing is to block the source of the problem!”

Im Sobyong, who spoke firmly, scratched his forehead slightly.

“Right, in many ways, it’s kind of weird for me to come forward myself. Then you should have the right person. Hmm, who…….”

“Then what do you need to worry about? Looking at it, it looks like that yangban is good enough.”

“Who?”

“The one behind you.”

Im Sobyong returned his gaze to the phony King Nokrim. Then he gave Chung Myung a complex and subtle expression.

He jumped up from his seat, went to the corner, and beckoned to Chung Myung after a brief moment of thought.

“This way for a moment.”

“What?”

“This way. Come here.”

Chung Myung approached him with astonishment. Then he turned to face the wall, placed his arms on Chung Myung, and secretly bowed his head.

“Hey, Dojang.”

“Yes.”

“I think Dojang would understand why I’m doing this. Basically, the bandits only have muscles in their heads. First of all, there’s no thought.”

“Is that something King Nokrim should be saying?”

“It’s the fact. What can I do? When they hear an order, they don’t think about the intentions beneath it. They just think about whether they like the order or not.”

“…….”

“That’s why I’m not doing anything stupid like this. ‘I think the people who told us to be friendly by order of King Nokrim are quite strong’ and ‘The King Nokrim told us to be friendly with those strong guys,’ sounds similar, it means something completely different. At least in this Nokrim.”

“That’s subtle.”

“Simple is more subtle than expected.”

That is, in the end, the more powerful they have seen and recognized, the more friendly they are to Nokrim.

That’s what Evil Sect is all about.

If a text is stuck in their head, they will feel repulsed, but if a bamboo bun sticks in their snout, they are savages of people who understand quickly.

‘Huh?’

‘Isn’t that the case with Mount Hua?’

‘…… Let’s move on for now.’

Im Sobyong continued while frowning.

“Even though that guy may seem stupid on the outside, it doesn’t mean he has low martial art skills. That guy was born with divine power, and he really deserves to be called Yokpalsangigaese (역발산기개세(力拔山氣蓋世)).” (Strength is enough to uproot mountains and energy enough to cover the world. In other words, it refers to the power and energy strong enough to overthrow the world.)

“Son of a b*tch?”

“Matchless Energy (Qi)! Matchless Energy! It’s not a son of a b*tch, but Matchless Energy!” (Yokpalsangigaese, Gaesaekki = son of a b*tch. See the similarity?)

“Oh, he’s full of energy. Yes, yes.”

“Cough! Cough! Heu, I was so excited and coughed again……. Cough!”

When Im Sobyong coughed right in front of him, Chung Myung pulled his face back with an expression of displeasure.

Im Sobyong nodded with a look that he didn’t care at all.

“Dojang seems confident in his skills, but he’s also a man who had rolled enough in Nokrim. Besides, he’s so stupid that he doesn’t have the ability to execute orders that are given to him in the right amount. Then Sodojang has to defeat him on his own…….”

“That’s fine.”

“… … No, as I said, it’s not that easy… … .”

“I can do it.”

“…….”

Im Sobyong looked at Chung Myung with slightly heavy eyes. Then he grinned at the moment’s notice.

“It looks like I said something useless.”

“Yes, well, it’s good to be certain.”

Seeing the two of them grinning and smiling, Mount Hua’s disciples were slightly fed up.

“It’s obviously a conspiracy scene.”

“But it’s not that weird either. First of all, isn’t here is Sanchae?” (Group of bandits = Sanchae)

“Right?”

“I feel like Chung Myung has found his place.”

“…….”

The biggest problem was that the Taoist was conspiring with the bandit boss, which wasn’t even strange.

“Then, let’s…….”

“Wait!”

At that time, the fake King Nokrim, who was waiting in the back, shouted loudly. No, he was just talking normally, but his voice was so loud that it sounded like a shout.

“King Nokrim! Are you trying to make me fight that Dojang?”

“Hm?”

Jang Han’s face was distorted. (壯漢/Zhang Han= A man of great grandeur and strength)

“My King! It is my natural duty to follow the King’s orders, but I am afraid that if I fought with that Dojang, different consequences may come from the King’s intentions.”

Im Sobyong sighed and said.

“Then give me the results I want.”

“That’s not going to work! How could a man not do his best in a sacred match! This Bonchung (번충(繁沖))! Will never allow that!”

Im Sobyong poked Chung Myung.

“You see? Do you see that? That’s what they do. I’ve got a stomachache because of those damn guys, stomachache!”

“……No. If it’s so hard, why do bandits…….”

“That’s what I learned. What should I do? You have to eat and live. What a rotten life.”

Im Sobyong clasped his face.

“Anyway…… Would that be all right?”

“Yes, well.”

Chung Myung shrugged.

“Since I’m showing you, I’m going to make it clear.”

“You’re right…….”

Then Bonchung screamed again.

“Think again! Does it even make sense that this Bonchung is competing with that little rattle?”

“… rattle?”

The rattle’s head tilted.

At the same time, the faces of Baek Chun and other disciples turned blue.

‘Uh… He shouldn’t have done that.’

‘Ahjussi, why are you doing this all of a sudden?’

Those who knew Chung Myung had no choice but to freak out at Jong Han’s remarks.

Whatever the content is, he is a man who shouldn’t be provoked. It’s not because it doesn’t work. Rather, it is because it works too well.

“If you’re beaten by a rattle, the humiliation would be so big. Are you all right with that?”

Chung Myung laughed as he raised the corners of his mouth and said.

“The young man must be fearless after gaining fame.”

“Oh, that’s a misunderstanding.”

“Hm?”

“I didn’t fear since before I had fame. So just because I’m famous doesn’t mean that my lungs are full of air. That’s how it was.”

At the word, Baek Chun and the group nodded in unison.

“That’s right.”

“It’s an undeniable truth.”

“If you think about it, there were no more fears back then. He is mature now.”

Bonchul blinked his eyes.

‘What, these guys… …?’

As he had been feeling for a while, these guys’ attitudes did not belong to someone who entered the bandits’ den.

Even those who have rolled over and over in Kangho cannot hide their tension by being careful of every word they say when they face King Nokrim in the mountains of Nokrim.

But aren’t these guys acting like they’re at home, going beyond the point of being unpretentious? Even if it is a mountain without King Nokrim, it is not an attitude that can be seen…….

He can’t believe they’re from the Taoist Sect.

It was Bonchung that could not comprehend the Mount Hua sect.

But whatever their attitude was, what he had to do in the end was already set.

“You really didn’t understand what I was saying. Come out. I’ll break your limbs myself if you want.”

“Oh, limb? Yes, well, limbs are nice.”

Chung Myung smiled pleasantly.

“Let’s go, go. Let’s get this over with.”

Chung Myung’s face was smudged with a soft smile. Mount Hua’s disciples closed their eyes unknowingly.

People quickly gathered like clouds.

“A match?”

“What kind of match do we have all of a sudden?”

“Cholsinjang (철신장(鐵神將)) Bonchung is having a match with Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon? The world’s best rising star?”

The Sanchae quickly heated up.

Nokrim is where the law of power works. As a result, they often competed with each other and settled the dispute whenever there was a big or small dispute.

They were familiar with a match, which does not happen easily in an ordinary sect.

But even in such a Nokrim, it was not common to see a match of those with such a reputation.

“One of the Nokrim’s Ten Shadows, Cheolshinjang, and the other is the best rising star, Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”

“Even if I have to die, I must see this first!”

The crowds flocked to the yard.

And among them, Chung Myung and Bonchung were standing facing each other.

While watching, Baek Chun turned his head towards Im Sobyong, who sat next to him.

“That…….”

“What?”

“King Nokrim …….”

“Aah.”

Im Sobyong put his finger to his lips and shook his head.

“Please call me Byongso Student here.”

“…Yes?”

Then he peeked around and said,

“Normal bandits don’t know who I am.”

“Yes?”

Baek Chun couldn’t hide his bewilderment. But Im Sobyong only looked proud.

“Of course, they know that Bonchung only pretends to be a fake King Nokrim. But they don’t know that the real King Nokrim is here.”

“…Do you really have to do that?”

“To deceive your enemies, you must deceive your allies as well. And wouldn’t it be better if the King was a little mysterious?”

“…….”

Clearly, this yangban was no ordinary person.

At that time, Yoo Iseol, who was listening to their conversation, quietly opened her mouth.

“But.”

“Yes?”

“There must be a lot of trouble.”

“Aah.”

Im Sobyong shrugged.

“That’s all right. Although Nokrim Ten Shadow is an escort to King Nokrim, they’re also an agent for King Nokrim to manage many of these Sanchae. Most of the Sanchae are polite as if King Nokrim visited them in person even if they been visited only one of the Nokrim Ten Shadows.”

“Well.”

“So it’s meaningful.”

“What?”

Im Sobyong looked at Chung Myung and Bonchung with slightly sharp eyes.

“In other words, it means that Nokrim Ten Shadows is a recognized master in Nokrim. If one of them could be defeated by Taoist Mount Hua Divine Dragon Chung Myung, Nokrim would recognize him as a strong man and accept him as a friend. The more strong friends you have, the better.”

Baek Chun tilts his head.

He couldn’t understand their way of thinking. However, there was no way that King Nokrim could be wrong when he said it himself.

“Then, are Nokrim Ten Shadows the greatest masters of Nokrim?”

“Oh, that’s not it. Nokrim Ten Shadows is literally just an escort and agent of King Nokrim. The root of Nokrim is the Sanchae, and the masters of Nokrim are the leader of the twelve Great Nokrim.”

“Oh…….”

“But Nokrim Ten Shadows is by no means weak either. To be honest with you, an average rising star would never be able to match them even if they died and were reborn again.”

When Baek Chun heard that, he replied in a nonchalant way.

“I suppose so, if he’s a regular rising star.”

“If you’re a normal human being.”

“If you’re human, that is.”

“…Yes?”

Im Sobyong did not understand and asked back, but Baek Chun asked again in a low voice instead of answering.

“Then, in terms of generation from the sect, this person named Nokrim Ten Shadows Bonchung is a high-ranking disciple among the first-class disciples, right?”

“Heum, the analogy isn’t exactly right, but it should be similar.”

“… wrong.”

“I know.”

“……what the hell have you been saying?”

Looking at Im Sobyong’s puzzled gaze, Mount Hua’s disciples just sighed.

‘You’ll find out soon. Soon enough.’

“If you step back even now, I will let you go with the limbs intact.”

“You’ve been provocating me for a while, provocating. Won’t it going to hurt a little if your shoulder gets twisted?” (Putting strength in the shoulder means they’re confident/prideful. So twisting the shoulder could mean they got put in their place.)

“This guy?”

Bonchun opened his eyes wide.

“I know you’re strong.”

“What?”

“Fame is not something you get for free. It is not attached without reason, even if it is a false name. So you must be strong.”

“Whoa?”

Chung Myung looked at Bonchun with new eyes. He seemed like a stupid person, but isn’t he still tactful?

“But at the end of the day, you grew up in a greenhouse of a prestigious sect. You can’t beat me in action. That thin blade may scratch my body, but it will not break my bones.”

“Oh, really?”

“The moment you get caught in my hand, you will know how fragile your body is. Don’t regret it then.”

“Hoo?”

Chung Myung slightly lowered his head and looked at the Black Plum Blossom Sword.

“Hmm. That’s a dilemma.”

It felt like the sword made by Tang Jo-pyong was ignored. If it was the usual Chung Myung, he would draw the sword straight here and prove the sharpness… … .

He finally unleashed his sword and inserted it back in the scabbard.

“Hm?”

And he threw it to the ground as it was.

Kuung!

The scabbard was lodged in the ground.

“……What are you doing?”

Bonchun tilted his head at the mysterious behavior.

Chung Myung grinned.

“Looks like you’re a little confidence in your strength.”

And slowly lifted up both fists.

“Let’s put down the weapon and use strength.”

“…….”

A look of bewilderment flashed over Bonchung’s face, and soon there was a mixture of anger.

“With strength?”

“Yes.”

“Are you saying the swordsman will fight with me by strength now?”

“Of course, it would be easier if I used a sword instead, but… … .”

Chung Myung grinned and wiggled his finger.

“I have a bad personality. It’s my taste to break down the opponent’s confidence. You seem confident in your strength, so try to attack with your strength.”

“…….”

Bonchun’s face slowly distorted. A flame of anger flashed over him.

“Ho- How dare you make fun of me?”

With his self-esteem hurt and his face dyed red, he screamed.

“You dare, you rattle!”

His big face turned red like a Demon Sura. And the pressure was great.

“I’ll kill you!”

Bonchung rushed in a straight line toward Chung Myung with explosive momentum.