Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 577

”Um!”

“Keueum!”

The Elders and first-class disciples clinging to the window didn’t know what to do, and only grabbed onto the window frame.

“Tha- That looks dangerous……!”

“A- Aigoo, Baek Sang!”

“Is that okay? Why is Chung Myung only holding his hands behind his back…….”

They were shaking as if they were about to fly out of the window.

Im Sobyong, who was watching the scene from behind, muttered with a mysterious expression.

“……If you’re so worried, you can go out.”

Hwek!

Then Hyun Sang, Hyun Young, and Unam looked back with terrifying momentum at the same time and glared at Im Sobyong as if they were going to eat him.

“Are we doing this because we don’t want to go out! They’re the ones who told us not to come out!”

“I know!”

‘That…. These Taoists.’

The sect’s Elders usually give orders to their subordinates, not receive them…

Im Sobyong felt his head was getting weird as he accompanied Mount Hua.

Regardless of the status, his common sense did not work on their sect.

“So, tell me!”

“Yes?”

“Are those guys who came in now strong?”

“That… that’s, um…….”

Im Sobyong couldn’t answer immediately and scratched the back of his head. It wasn’t because he didn’t know their martial art, but because he was at a loss in explaining it to them.

“As you know, Nokrim’s Stronghold is not a strong sect of individuals.”

“Hm?”

“To compare it with Righteous Faction, um……. Ah, right. It’s like Beggar Union.”

“Oh, Beggar Union!”

Hyun Young, who immediately understood the appropriate analogy, nodded.

Although it is said to be the same Ten Great Sect, Beggar Union tends to be inferior to the disciples of other Ten Great Sects.

Nevertheless, Beggar Union can take their place proudly because the number of disciples is incomparable to that of other sects.

“The easiest thing to be in the world is a beggar, and the mountain is the easiest place for a man who decides to be a bandit, so there are many, but each one is not that strong.”

“So they’re not that strong, are they?”

“Daebyeolchae is a special place among those Stronghold. Since they are the elite of such a place, they are incomparable to ordinary bandits, but… … There must be a little bit of that.”

Im Sobyong thought he explained it well step by step, and indeed he did. However, learning must be supported by both the teacher’s and learner’s abilities.

“What? Elite? Are you saying they’re elite?”

“N- No! Then our children will be in danger!”

“No! But why does Chung Myung keep drinking?”

Im Sobyong eventually closed his eyes tightly.

‘I’d better read sutras to cow’s ears.’

Why is he trying to tell people who don’t want to listen in the first place? It would be more productive to chant Buddhist chanting at that time.

‘What the hell is wrong with these people?’

It was beyond his comprehension. Daebyeolchae?

Of course, Daebyeolchae is strong. It is one of the Ten Nokrim Stronghold, which is particularly strong among the Seventy-Two Stronghold Nokrim, and among them, it was clearly regarded as a top-ranking mountain bandits group.

Clearly, they were a force that could not be ignored anywhere else.

But the problem is….

Im Sobyong turned his head slightly and saw a fierce battle going on outside the window.

‘The disciples aren’t just at the level of not being ignored anywhere.’

‘Those beasts… No, they’re just a bandit who’s been leading a bunch of strong swordsmen……. No, I shouldn’t have said this. They’re worried about these yangban fighting with the Nokrim bandits.’

Im Sobyong smacked his lips and looked over the battlefield.

‘They’re not gonna kill, are they?’

Still, they’re Taoists.

Being a bandit was a truly bizarre occupation.

It is clear that this is a job chosen by those who have a violent tendency and are not well adapted to ordinary society, but in order to continue their status as bandits, they needed the patience to wait endlessly for customers who might come at any time.

Those who became bandits in a rush need patience. Where can you find such a paradoxical statement?

However, in reality, those who eventually settled down as bandits were those who knew how to create that patience with their grit.

But today, Daebyeolchae’s bandits were keenly aware.

Man’s grit is completely useless in the face of the intense blow from the scabbard slammed into the head.

Kwadeudeuk!

“Kkeurek…….”

As if to crush his skull, the scabbard lodged in the crown of the bandit’s head, blew his consciousness far away.

“This, this little punk…” “Who is the kid? Weak things. I’m not done the beating yet!”

Kaang!

The great dao swung with fierce force and bounced back cleanly as soon as it collided with the swiftly flying sword like a low-flying swallow.

“Cough!”

Ma Maeng (마맹(馬孟)), the leader of the Daebyeolchae Yacha group, grabbed his broken wrist and quickly stepped back.

‘What the hell are these guys?’

It’s totally incomprehensible.

The great dao he wielded weighed fifty pounds. Although it is not a Divine Weapon, it was a heavy weapon (중병(重兵)) that could sever all weapons, spears, and swords, as long as he wielded it properly.

But the moment the great dao hit that thin sword, it bounced off as if it were made of straw.

‘What, what kind of strength!”

He lived with pride that he was second to none in his Stronghold in terms of strength, but he couldn’t handle the power of that thin sword.

It really was a ghost.

Let’s just say they have a strong internal strength. Because there are often those who have strong internal strength.

However, unless they learn internal arts from inside their mother’s womb, these young guys’ energy can’t be strong enough to easily subdue him!

What was more frustrating was the attitude of those bastards.

“What! Didn’t you even get porridge for food? Why are you so weak!”

“These bastards? Can’t you use more power?!”

“This is not what I expected! Do you think I endured all that hellish time dealing with a guy like you?”

With bloodshot eyes, Mount Hua’s sword warrior was like an angry cow.

As if they had met an archenemy, they wielded their sword and the suppressed anger could be felt.

‘Wha- What, damn it!’

Nokrim, one of the Five Great Evil Sect, the notorious bandits of Daebyeolchae, is now completely overwhelmed by Mount Hua’s disciples.

The anger of Mount Hua’s disciples, who were tormented like hell by Chung Myung, beaten severely by Baek Cheon, and driven to death by Un Gum, found an outlet here.

It’s been a really long time since they could swing their sword without being beaten, so they could not help but flip their eyes upside down.

“These bastards are bandits! Don’t you feel ashamed of yourself!”

“Euaaaa! Die! Die! Dieeeee!”

The swords were wielded brilliantly as if to overshadow Evil Sect’s sword, the Nokrim bandits couldn’t even fight properly and flinched backward in fright.

“…….”

Meanwhile, Chung Myung’s head tilted sideways as he watched the scene with a bottle of liquor in his hand.

‘Something…’

In terms of results, Mount Hua was definitely overwhelming. He didn’t even have to open his mouth, because strong and delicate sword strikes unfolded one after another.

Compared to when he first came to Mount Hua, the idiom “The blue sea turned into mulberry fields” was overshadowed.

The combination of extreme discipline, constant training, and the elixir forced into the mouth raised the level of Mount Hua’s disciples’ force to the maximum.

Objectively speaking, Mount Hua’s second and third-class disciples were clearly overtaking the level of Mount Hua’s second and third-class disciples in Chung Myung’s first life.

If you hold all this, it will explode, if you blow it, it will fly away. Although Chung Myung has been raising his cherished (?) disciples, he is delighted…

But something was a little strange.

‘I mean, in the past, uh…….’

When Mount Hua’s second and third-class disciples went to Kangho, there was a taste of people wearing bright white uniforms brandishing their swords like the heroes in the story… Right now is…

“Hahahahaha! Use some more power! What kind of bandit is this weak!”

“Hahahahat! Waist! Waist! You punk! Head!”

“Did you think you wouldn’t get hit again?”

Chung Myung looked blankly at his Sahyung.

Who’s the Evil Sect, who’s the Righteous Sect?

Looking at Mount Hua’s disciples, who are burning their eyes and beating the weak (?)

bandits to death, it felt like he was looking at a flock of bandits who came to plunder civilian.

He slowly raised his head and looked up at the darkened sky.

‘No, Cheon Mun Sahyung…….’

‘I said I’d do it my way, but…… This wasn’t what I was thinking.’

– Don’t mind it. This f*cking bastard. What are you saying now?

‘No… This is unfair.’

Chung Myung looked at Mount Hua’s disciples, who were running wild, with a slightly dejected heart.

“…….”

‘Yeah, my kids.’

‘What about having a bad personality? Just grow up healthy.’

‘Honestly, isn’t being healthy the best? It’s just that they’re a little over-healthy…’

While Chung Myung was immersed in emotions, another person was bewildered by this ridiculous situation.

It was Dong Wong, the Gigantic Supreme Bear who led his men.

His wide open eyes were trembling. He couldn’t believe it even though he was looking at it in person.

‘How can those little kids?’

He, too, has been through countless battles.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know that the result of ignoring the difference in martial art due to the momentary situation or the difference in momentum could come out.

However, by all appearances, the cause of this situation was not a simple difference in momentum.

Kaaang!

The thin sword, which was bent thickly, flew dozens of times the heavy road neatly, and the side that lifted the dao was being pushed away.

Pushed from strength, pushed from internal strength.

There was no need to discuss the sophistication of martial art. It’s already as different as the sky and the earth.

The sword, which must be fought with precision, and the dao, which must be fought with strength, are clashing. But if the side holding the dao is pushed out of strength, how can this be called a fight?

This was too one-sided.

There was nothing else he could say but that.

“Cha- Chaeju!”

His men screamed in fright at Mount Hua’s disciples who stormed their line.

Dong Wong moved his body to do something as it became clear that they would be wiped out at this rate. But at that moment.

“It seems that he’s the leader.”

Step. Step.

A man walked slowly toward him.

“This…….”

It was a young sword warrior with a respectful face who had taken it easy for a while.

Dong Wong’s face was horribly distorted.

“You little bastards! You’re running wild without knowing the subject!”