Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 764

“Wha- What the hell is this!”

“Dodge it!”

A field of crimson plum blossoms unfurled before their eyes. The flowers that bloomed quietly quickly bloomed splendidly, and gradually spread in all directions as if they were scattered by the wind.

The pirates, stunned by the unbelievable sight, hastily retreated.

However, the onslaught was faster than their retreat. In a blink, the incoming petals began to sweep away the pirates with their sharp edges.
“Aaaaargh!”

The ranks of the pirates pierced by the Plum Blossom Sword Technique completely collapsed.

“What, what kind of sword technique…”

They had experienced it once, but this time it was different.

The plum blossoms poured out by the disciples of Mount Hua were more like a raging tidal (해일(海溢)) wave than a sword technique.

Moreover, it wasn’t over.

“Eutcha!”

Chung Myung, who had jumped into the air, somersaulted his body, forcefully kicked the air, and swooped down on the pirates like a cannonball.

“Eurachaaaaa!”

Kwaaang!

At the same time he landed, he struck the solar plexus of a pirate in front of him.

The attacker who was hit spun round and round, knocking back the other pirates and being thrown back.
“Thi- This!”

Indeed, it was a jaw-dropping spectacle. However, the attackers did not flee in fear but instead charged at Chung Myung, brandishing their weapons.

Because it was more realistic to attack him, who clearly revealed himself than to deal with those who were concealed by the plum blossom sword energy and had no sense of where and how to attack.

“Die!”

“Turn him into a skewer!”

Chung Myung’s eyes gleamed horribly when he saw the oncoming weapons.

Kagang!

In no time, the weapons that flew in as if they were going to bore holes in Chung Myung’s body clashed with each other in mid-air and tangled.

‘What?’

‘Where…’
It was just that moment.

“Aaaaaaagh!”

Those who attacked each other fell to the spot one by one, screaming desperately. They were all holding onto their feet. The back of their ankle had been cut deeply and was oozing red blood.

Papapat!

“Wha- What!”

“Below!”

“Aaaaaagh!”

The crowds of pirates began to fall like rice harvested with a scythe. Chung Myung, with his posture lowered, advanced like a swallow flying low, slicing the ankles of the pirates.

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

The pirates, their ankles cut, fell away screaming like beasts.

“Fall back, fall back!”

“For god’s sake, don’t back down and stab him, you bastards!”

“Argh!”

In no time, the pirates trying to escape and the ones charging forward ran into each other were intertwined and chaos broke out. And above their heads, Mount Hua’s disciples’ Blum Blossom Swords Technique began to rise like clouds and pour down.

“Eucha!”

Chung Myung kicked the ground to push his body and propel forward.

All the pirates in the front became pale and tried to avoid it in a hurry, but there was no way they could break through the chaos and run away.

Tadadak!

Chung Myung stepped on an attacker’s knee, belly, and shoulder in succession, and launched upwards.
Kwaang!

The moment his last foot stuck on a pirate’s face, the pirate he stepped on collapsed without screaming, and Chung Myung spun his body and soared high.
“Haap!”

The Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword whipped through the air. Red plum blossoms formed at the end of it.

A plum blossom that was so vivid it couldn’t be compared to what they had seen before sprouted like a dream and rained down on the pirates’ heads.

Sogok! Sogok! Sogok! Sogok!

Petals relentlessly cut into the pirates’ flesh. Despite the brutal spectacle of blood and screams everywhere, it was incredibly beautiful. Those watching were all shivering from the chilling sense of contradiction.
“M- Monster…”

“Just where did that guy come from…”

Tak.

Then Chung Myung, who had landed on the ground, snapped his head left and right.

“I think I’m starting to warm up.”

“….”

“Alright…”

Chung Myung smiled, twisting the corners of his mouth into an odd smile.

“Let’s continue.”

And once again charged like a flash of lightning.

“Uooooo!”

Mount Hua’s disciples, with Hye Yeon as their main focus, followed like demons.

Paaaat!

The movement of the sword was truly brisk.

Though his fingertips were numb from the poison seeping into his body, the sword did not falter in the slightest.

Sogok!

“Keuk….”

The pirates, pierced in the chest, spat out bloody foam and crumbled on the spot. Baek Cheon, who had retrieved his sword and shook off the blood, straightened his back.
Up ahead, Chung Myung was surrounded by the pirates.

No, actually, it is an ambiguous sight to describe as surrounded. A tiger surrounded by a rabbit doesn’t really mean surrounded.

“Where are these bastards stabbing without a fight!”

Even Chung Myung was literally smashing the pirates with his eyes wide open.

‘Damn guy!’

Baek Cheon clenched his lips tightly.

That scene was so natural that they couldn’t fully appreciate its importance in daily life. However, when he led the disciples without Chung Myung and fought in the front, he could tell. What a wonderful sight that is.

Where Chung Myung fights is always where the enemy focuses the most and where the pulse of the battlefield lies. He always attracts all sorts of attention in the most dangerous places, taking on the enemy’s attacks. The number of attacks raining on those following him is halved just by his existence there.

Perfect calculation, or a natural sense?

He couldn’t know. It’s not something Baek Cheon could infer. The only thing that was certain was that he always volunteered to fight in the most dangerous places.

His face heated up automatically when he realized this anew.
‘Only the mouth is lively.’

That’s what Baek Cheon used to say to Chung Myung. But not now. These words, recited in his mind, were Baek Cheon’s words to himself.

‘I’m…’

“Where are you daydreaming! Are you not concentrating?”

“….”

At that time, Baek Cheon quickly shook his head at the sound that pierced his ears like a ghost, and let go of his thoughts.

“Come on, you punk!”

Baek Cheon, who clenched his teeth, clenched his sword again and rushed toward the pirates.

“Chaeju-nim!”

“Hmm.”

Barbarous Black Fish’s eyes began to tremble slightly.

‘What’s that? What’s that guy?’
The atmosphere of the battlefield had changed. It’s not just a feeling of being reinforced by the addition of just one person.

Strictly speaking, the battlefield is like a pulsating dragon. It changes and twists every instant; that is the battlefield. But from the moment that guy appeared, the flow of the battlefield has been unilaterally drawn to their side.

‘Their movements have changed too.’

No, those Mount Hua disciples were never weak in the first place.

Can’t he guess their skill just by looking at the specially made Mukcheol net to subdue the martial masters of the Righteous Faction who sometimes come for pirates?

In the first place, Pirate Base is always exposed to raids.

Unlike mountain bandits who can examine the enemy and decide whether to block the path, they have no idea who is on board until they get on the ship.

Therefore, they often have problems with martial masters crossing the Yangtze River and they often suffer substantial damage. The Mukcheol iron net they used a while ago is used to suppress such martial masters.
How much did it cost to build that net?

However, the Mukcheol net is an item worth investing a lot of money in. It’s ten times heavier and harder than ordinary iron, so swordsmen who wield the sword like a ghost cannot easily cut it. The cost of production is recovered and there is even a surplus just by the value of the lives of the martial masters who died skewered under that net.

But those brats who cut off such a net, to begin with, cannot be called brats. They have no choice but to admit that they are strong.

But no matter how strong they are, experience is not something that can be easily filled. The more inexperienced the person, the more likely there is a gap to exploit. For example, didn’t this side’s overwhelming victory seem so natural a while ago?

But everything changed when that damned guy showed up.

“That punk…..”

Barbarous Black Fish gritted his teeth.

The canyon of the Yangzte River is a truly scary place. At the junction where the water narrows, the waterways collide and create whirlpools, and the flow becomes tangled arbitrarily. It’s a place where only large ships dare to enter.

Yes, just like a battlefield that burns moment by moment.

But those who live on the Yangtze River see it occasionally. The sight of old boatmen who have lived with the Yangtze River all their lives miraculously escaping like ghosts between the rocking whirlpools and rapids on a small boat that seems to sink at any moment.

It’s something that can’t be grasped with logic. It was a realm of senses that only those who had seen the waterway all their lives could grasp with their fingertips.

But he sees such fingertips in the movement of the young man who is now sweeping the battlefield.

‘Does this make any sense?’

Genius? That’s ridiculous. This isn’t something that can be done by merely being a genius.

That is…

“Chaeju-nim!”

Barbarous Black Fish, who was lost in thought, came to his senses with the voice calling him.
“Ugh……”

And he distorted his face and chewed his lips. Now is not the time to leisurely think about this.

“What are you doing, you worthless bastards! Deal with that guy right now! Immediately!”

“Yes!”

From behind the Barbarous Black Fish, those who had been prepared and waiting suddenly sprang towards Chung Myung.

“Hm?”

Chung Myung, who caught this, casually turned his gaze.

“Bastaaaard!”

An extremely heavy harpoon was flying at a terrifying speed, carrying a blue energy.

The momentum seemed strong enough to pierce through not only a human body but even a large chunk of rock.

It was a blow to prove that this was not just a place where ordinary pirate bands gathered, but that it was a pirate band of Eighteen Water Fortress in Yangtze River, one of the Five Great Evil Sects that ruled the world.

Swaeeek!

The sound of the wind being split rang out fiercely. For a moment, Chung Myung’s eyes sank darkly.

Paaat!

Soon after, the dark sword was stretched out at the same speed as lightning.
Chak!

Then it attached itself to the side of the harpoon, which flew in a formidable manner. At the same time, Chung Myung leaped back and smoothly twisted his sword.

Tuung!

At that moment, the harpoon’s orbit subtly turned sideways. The harpoon, carrying internal strength, tore the hem of his clothes as it narrowly grazed Chung Myung’s side.

A red line appeared on Chung Myung’s side, which was exposed through the torn clothes. But the man who had swung the harpoon could not be happy about this fact.

It was because Chung Myung, who had approached from a place closer than the outstretched harpoon, was laughing eerily.

Sogok! Sogok!

In a flash, blood spurted out as the man’s wrist was cut and the muscles inside his elbow were completely severed.

“Kuaaaak!”

In unbearable pain, the man let out a terrible scream and desperately threw his body back.
However, unfortunately for him, his opponent did not let retreating enemies go.

Paaaat!
Chung Myung’s sword, which chased the retreating enemy, bent like a serpent. The enemy’s knees are cut clean.

“Keuk….”

The man whose ligament was entirely cut off let out a scream and rolled on the ground.

“Heok… Heok…. Heok… Huuu….”

Step. Step.

As Chung Myung, with his sword drawn out, slowly approached, the pirate’s eyes filled with despair.

His eyes, smeared with fear, met with Chung Myung’s gaze void of emotion.

“Spa- Spare me….”

Chaeaeaeng!

Despite his pleas, Chung Myung’s sword swiftly and without hesitation cut off the kneeling man’s neck.

The head that shot into the air fell to the ground, and the body, which had maintained its position as before, fell to the side spewing out red blood after a moment.

Chwaaak!

Chung Myung, having shaken off the blood, looked around at the pirates surrounding him.

“This guy….”

Just as the pirates were about to say something, Chung Myung’s feet stamped on the ground again.

As if to say that there’s no need for conversation in battle, a strange smile hung on Chung Myung’s mouth. Soon after, from his sword that shot forward, a strong sword energy gushed out.