Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 585

“……this punk?”

Won Gang’s face was filled with anger.

Although he was in a difficult situation, he is one of Chaeju of Twenty-Two Stronghold Nokrim.

Even though he’s not as famous as Mad Ox Sword Go Hong, Merciless Yama (무자염라(無慈閻邏)) Won Gang (원강(袁江)) were notorious enough that even a crying child will stop crying in the Odae Mountain area where he was.

But this young thing stands in his way?

“I don’t have time to deal with four years old. Get out of the way!”

“No.”

“… What?”

Yoo Iseol shook her head quietly.

“Elder-nim is not free enough to deal with you.”

Won Gang’s face turned red in no time at the calm and low voice.

“Hey, you don’t even know the subject!”

No more words were needed. Even at this moment, the battle lines were collapsing rapidly. There was obviously a limit to maintaining the line only with numerical superiority.

Won Gang rushed to Yoo Iseol with no delay in a roar.

Kwaaaa!

As if to prove that he hadn’t won the position of Nokrim’s Chaeju for no reason, his dao began to feature tremendous energy.

It was scary enough to make one’s hair cringe just to watch the sword with a jagged blade like a saw but it was even infused with heavy energy.

But Yoo Iseol’s eyes, standing in front of the dao, did not waver at all.

Paaat!

The dao cut through the spot where she had been. The wind pressure alone turned the ground upside down and rose the dust.

However, no matter how strong an attack is, it is meaningless if it does not reach the opponent. Yoo Iseol avoided her opponent’s strike perfectly by just taking two steps back.

“Heup!”

Of course, she did not expect that Won Gang would end with a single blow. If he had been a bandit so stupid that he could easily be caught off guard, he would not have been able to rise to the position of Chaeju of Jogungchae.

Kwaaaaa!

The storm of violent energy was about to tear Yoo Iseol’s whole body apart. Yoo Iseol, however, stared exactly at the dao with her unwavering eyes.

If she saw such a scene right in front of her eyes, she should have been scared first, but her heart did not waver in the slightest.

She’s been through too much to lose her composure at this.

Tak.

Yoo Iseol who kicked the ground, jumped straight into the dust-covered storm of energy.

And.

Kwang! Kwang! Kwang!

Three consecutive sword strikes created a gap between the irregularly swirling sword energy.

Seureuk.

Yoo Iseol, who dug through the gap like a mirage or illusion, stretched her sword straight and aimed at Won Gang’s neck.

‘Huk!’

Surprised to the point where his eyes popped out, Won Gang turned his body over in fright.

Kuung!

He was so surprised that he couldn’t even land properly that his butt instantly touched the ground.

“….”

A cold sweat ran down his forehead.

‘She broke through it?’

This is not a matter of whether or not it is possible.

It is not that he has never been defeated because he is an invincible master. In fact, he has been incapacitated several times.

But no one who beat him jumped into this violent energy storm. It was an action that no one with a thought would ever do.

But it was done by a young sword warrior who seemed to have lived less than half of his life.

‘Don’t she have any fear?’

Well, how would he know?

That the person he was dealing with was a person who had split the demonic energy emitted by the Demonic Cult’s bishop from the front, and had been holding on to the Bishop’s limbs even as she was half-dead.

Yoo Iseol pointed her sword again at Won Gang, who was sweating coldly. And she thought with an expressionless face.

‘Different.’

It was definitely lacking in every way.

Demonic cultists may lack skills than this man, but they had a spiteful desire to die after inflicting even one more wound on the opponent’s body, even at the cost of their own lives.

And the Bishop of Magyo gave even Yoo Iseol a fear that made her soul tremble. He was indeed a servant of evil.

It was impossible for Yoo Iseol, who has been dealing with such people, to fear Won Gang’s dao.

People grow through experience.

Yoo Iseol keenly realized those words at this moment. If she hadn’t faced the Bishop, she wouldn’t have been as calm as she is now, even if she had the same skills.

‘See more, experience more.’

It was clear that those experiences would make her sword stronger.

“…I wondered how the hell Mount Hua guys were so strong, but they all seem to have lost their fear.”

Won Gang twisted the corners of his mouth and smirked. Yoo Iseol just murmured quietly.

“You talk a lot.”

“…You b*tch!”

Won Gang shouted, but it was Yoo Iseol who moved. Her body dug into the front of Won Gang, leaving an afterimage.

“Heuaaap!”

In response, Won Gang’s sword swung violently with the momentum to sever her waist.

But.

Kagang.

Raising her sword at an angle beside her waist, Yoo Iseol struck the dao that flew into the air and sent it down. And right away, she lightly twirled her body and stepped on the blade to jump forward.

‘Wha- What?’

It was martial arts close to divine. As soon as the surprised Won Gang opened his eyes wide, her sword swayed like an illusion and created dozens of sword energy. Soon the entire body of Won Gang was covered.

It was virtually impossible for him to simultaneously block the sword energy that bloomed right in front of his nose.

He eventually threw himself backward, blocking the center of his body..

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

Vital points were somehow blocked, but his thick forearms and beautiful wood-like thighs were cracked in places and splattered with blood.

“Ugh!”

A groan broke out automatically.

The sound of the sword hitting his body penetrated his ears.

‘How….’

The sharpness of the sword? An incredible speed that you can’t even see?

That is a secondary problem.

What really astonished him was that her sword flew in for the vital point without any hesitation.

A sword that shows no will to subdue the opponent and only to kill the opponent.

Of course, there is no reason why Righteous Faction cannot wield such a sword. However, the fact that the youngster, who was still wet behind the ear, fired a sword filled with killing intent without blinking an eye, sent chills down Won Gang’s spine.

‘…the world is mistaken about Mount Hua!’

If anyone had known that these monsters were growing inside Mount Hua, they would have done something right away.

“Keuuaaat!”

Won Gang, who opened the distance, raised his dao with bloodshot eyes.

The idea was to win by force without giving the opponent a chance to dig in. That was a huge mistake. Those who deal with the swordsmen of Mount Hua should never give them a distance.

Pareureu.

Yoo Iseol’s sword shakes gently as if it had been waiting. Before long, the red plum blossoms began to bloom.

Won Gang opened his mouth like a man whose soul was being sucked out.

The plum blossoms floated in the air as if they were alive. In the meantime, the ever-growing petals seemed to cover Yoo Iseol’s whole body, and soon filled Won Gang’s view.

It’s an illusion. Right, it’s an illusion.

However, a fantasy that is indistinguishable from reality is no different from one that exists.

Taking a step back unknowingly, Won Gang grabbed the dao in spite.

“Euaaaaaa!”

Then he screamed and swung wildly.

Fierce wind pressure pushed the plum blossoms away. However, no matter how much he pushed and ripped them, the terrifyingly beautiful flowers continued to bloom.

In the forest of plum blossoms, he brandished his dao like a madman. Against the petals that fly without knowing the end even if he breaks and breaks it again.

‘This can’t be like this!’

He’s Chaeju of a Stronghold. This is the body that should have risen to the Nokrim King.

There is no way that he will be defeated by the young female sword warrior of Mount Hua Sect, who is not a famous master of the Righteous Faction. Such nonsense should never happen!

“Dieeee!”

His dao, which cut through the air like with an outburst of energy, lost its sharpness in an instant, driven by impatience.

Then.

Paaaat!

Yoo Iseol’s sharpened senses did not miss that moment.

Yoo Iseol’s sword rose like a hawk seeking prey in the flurry of plum blossoms and rushed toward Won Gang’s neck.

“Keuk!”

Won Gang blocked it even in the midst of a disorganized posture. No, he tried to.

Round and round.

However, Yoo Iseol’s sword, which flew like a beam of light, lightly crossed the dao and dug into the neck of Won Gang at a faster speed.

Sogok!

“….”

Won Gang opened his eyes wide. He looked as if he couldn’t believe it.

But no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn’t even find Yoo Iseol’s trace. She had already cut off his neck and passed by his dying body.

The rest of his life was too short for him to turn his head and check her back.

‘With that fast sword… change…’

Puuut!

His half-cut throat opened and a fountain of his blood gushed out.

His vision gradually blurred, and strength rapidly drained from his body.

‘Sword Ghost…’

It was the last thought that Won Gang had in his life when he understood what he was going through.

Tolssok.

A huge body collapsed. Blood from the neck permeated through the grass that grew randomly on the ground.

“Cha- Chaeju!”

“Chaejuuuuu!”

Bandits who watched Won Gang lose his life screamed desperately. The scream was not a mournful cry for Chaeju’s death, but a scream of fear from those who lost the last secret stronghold.

Paat.

Yoo Iseol, who carelessly brushed off the blood on her sword, glared coldly at the bandits.

“….”

The silence lingered. The faces of bandits looking at Yoo Iseol turned white with fear.

Merciless Yama Won Gang, who was like a king in Odae Mountain, lost his life without even being able to resist properly at the very hands of that sword warrior.

This overwhelming difference was enough to dampen their last ray of motivation.

“The battle starts with the head.”

Yoo Iseol, who neatly performed Chung Myung’s theory, gave a glance to Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon grinned and nodded.

“We knocked down the enemy’s Chaeju!”

Then he pointed to the white-faced bandits with the tip of his sword.

“Kill those who do not surrender and make them pay!”

“Yes!”

Mount Hua’s disciples, whose morale had risen endlessly, attacked with increasing momentum.

“Hiiiik!”

“You bastards! Even if I become a vengeful ghost…. Kkeuk….”

The fear spread like wildfire as even a few who still had the will and capacity to rebel fell helplessly.

“Su- Surrender! I surrender! Spare me!”

“Drop your weapons, you lunatics! Drop your weapon now!”

The battle was so short that it was less than one meal time, but the number of fallen bandits was well over a hundred. Even if the battle continues as it is, the result was obvious.

For those who lost momentum and lost their leader, all that was left was death or surrender. Even those who didn’t have the head to calculate this and that knew very well that their lives were precious.

The bandits all threw down their weapons and lay flat on the spot.

It was a victory for Mount Hua.

It was a different achievement than winning the battle against the Myriad Man House or Yachadang of Daebyeolchae.

It was the first time that a completely powerful force had been completely defeated in the name of Mount Hua.

The faces of Mount Hua’s disciples turned red.

The pride in the battle achievements and victory heated up their chest.

“Elder-nim.”

“Heum!”

Hyun Sang, who was trying to calm down his excited heart by clenching his fist, raised his voice.

“This battle is a victory for us, Mount Hua! Abolish the enemy’s martial arts and capture them!”

“Yes!”

It was a clean finish and a sweeping victory, with no room for disagreement.