Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 1132

Later, Beast Palace warriors would recall this day as such.

“People use the expression ‘a tiger jumping a flock of sheep’ a lot when they express chaos, but actually, it doesn’t get that wild, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Usually, when a tiger appears, the sheep huddles to one side, then the tiger grabs one sheep from the outskirts and it’s over.”

“In the first place, it’s rare for a wild beast to deliberately attack an animal it isn’t going to eat.”

“That’s right…. That’s definitely true.”

Thus, the events of that day couldn’t be explained with such a comparison.

“If I had to find something similar….”

“Is there even a similar comparison?”

“No. It may not be similar… But if we were to try and find something to explain to the ones who remained in the palace, there was only one.”

“What is it?”

“Once, I saw a marten crawl into a chicken coop. That marten was so vicious, it killed all the chickens it didn’t even intend to eat.”

“That’s right. Martens are like that.”

“And since the chickens were trapped in the coop and couldn’t escape… it was utter chaos.”

“…Yes.”

“That’s exactly what it was, exactly. We were the chickens…”

“And Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword was the marten?”

“No… Now that I think about it, this analogy seems a bit wrong. Comparing him to a marten is completely out of place. That… um, yes. It was just a Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword who barged into a chicken coop.”

“….”

“…I still have nightmares about that day. The demonic Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword rolling his eyes back and charging at us…”

“S- stop it. Stop, please….”

“I think I can still hear the screams I heard that day. It’s like a haunting echo…”

* * *

“KYAAAAAAAH!”

The disciples of Mount Hua are brave.

No one can deny that fact. The sect that moved the most disciples to that dangerous Gangnam was Mount Hua, and those who stood up to the fearsome bishop of Magyo without backing down were also Mount Hua.

In fact, even without such examples, no one would deny that Mount Hua Sect is currently the bravest sect in Kangho… or to put it more boldly, the most recklessly fearless.

However, the disciples of Mount Hua, who are no less courageous than any other sect in the world, are now running away screaming as if they have seen a ghost.

“Get out of my waaaaay!”

“No! Sasuk! What do we do if Sasuk runs away?”

“Shut up, you punk! Do you think I have two lives?”

As a long-time victim… No, as a long time Chung Myung experiencer, he knows better than anyone what state Chung Myung is in now. There is no countermeasure to deal with Chung Myung in that state. If you want to live, you must run away first.

But unfortunately, their retreating figures were all too familiar to Chung Myung.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

“Aaaaaargh!”

“Hiiiiik.”

Baek Cheon instinctively rolled onto the ground, startled by the desperate screams coming from behind. At that moment, something fierce whizzed past just above his head.

“Are, are you trying to kill…. Keuuaaak!”

Before he could finish speaking, Chung Myung struck Baek Cheon’s chin up. Baek Cheon flew into the air in a perfectly straight posture.

Even while being hit and soaring through the air, Baek Cheon maintained his dignity, a sight that would draw exclamation, ‘As expected of Baek Cheon’. Of course, the one being hit and flying wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment.

Chung Myung, who had blown away Baek Cheon with a single blow, looked for his next victim with bloodshot eyes. A beast-like growl escaped his mouth.

Yoon Jong lowered his posture and cautiously extended one hand.

“Chu- Chung Myung-ah. L- Let’s calm down for now. Okay? You’re a good boy….”

“Calm down?”

“That….”

“CALM DOOOOOWN?”

“Hiiik?”

Chung Myung’s foot slammed right in the middle of Yoon Jong’s face. Yoon Jong, who couldn’t even scream, spun around like a well-beaten spinning top and was thrown over Tang Family and Nokrim into the corner of the manor’s wall.

Swiii.

A pure white steam rose from the fallen Yoon Jong’s face. The moment they saw the footprints clearly left on his face, goosebumps ran down everyone’s spine.

‘Ba- Baek Cheon Dojang and Yoon Jong Dojang….’

‘I- In one blow….’

The people present had been fighting each other intensely for several days. They have a very good understanding of each other’s capabilities.

If it’s Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong, they are no longer worthy of the title of “rising stars.” Aren’t they excellent swordsmen who would at least be called top-class masters if they were to be thrown into Kangho right now?

But masters or whatever, their fate was equal in front of Chung Myung.

“Ugh, why did I….”

At that moment, Jo-Gol came to his senses and raised his upper body. He looked around with bewildered eyes. He tilted his head at the strange atmosphere, but then froze. His eyes met with Chung Myung’s, whose eyes were half-crazed.

A subtle silence flowed.

Jo-Gol smiled faintly.

“Ah… I should have just died earlier.”

And at that moment, Chung Myung pounced like a tiger and started throwing punches without mercy.

“You bastards!”

“Kyaaaaaagh!”

“Are you human? Are you?”

Rock-like fists rained down on Jo-Gol’s face. His head snapped back and forth uncontrollably.

“Die! Die, you little shits! Die!”

As his head whipped around and his vision changed with each blow, he alternated between seeing the terrified faces of those watching and the crazed Chung Myung.

‘Hu….’

Even in his fading consciousness, a small smile appeared on Jo-Gol’s lips. He happened to see Yoon Jong, who had lost consciousness. He too had fainted with a smile similar to Jo-Gol’s.

Of course, it’s not because they had gone mad or lost their minds.

‘You guys… are all dead now…’

If other sects experienced what only Mount Hua Sect had suffered, it would be a gain even if it meant dying.

‘Once… just once, see what it’s like…’

Even as his face swelled up, Jo-Gol managed to smile happily before his head lolled to the side. Chung Myung slowly got up, leaving Jo-Gol slumped.

Drip.

A drop of blood from the tip of his fist fell to the ground. The small sound reverberated throughout the still, silent training ground.

“…If you were a freakin’ human being.”

Those who were blankly staring at the fainted Jo-Gol flinched and turned their gaze to Chung Myung.

“There should be some limit to your actions.”

“….”

“Setting fires?”

“That’s Nokrim….”

“Poisoning food?”

“That’s Tang Family. I saw it myself!”

“The bastard gungju was the first to fight and fall ill, and the bastards who dragged the beasts all the way here can’t even manage them, letting them attack civilians?”

“…That’s Ice Palace.”

“Beast Palace….”

“These shitheads, are you a human being?”

Of course, there was nothing they could say even if they had ten mouths.

Even if Chung Myung created the situation, it was everyone’s responsibility that it escalated to this point. If the higher-ups wanted to relax, and you laid out a mat and played cards there, you couldn’t complain if you got wrapped up in the mat and thrown out.

“I was short-sighted. I thought you were at least human, you guys. I thought you would act like humans since you were human. But..… you’re not human, huh?”

“….”

“Then there is a perfect answer to that. In the past! A great sect leader of Mount Hua once said this.”

“W- What did he say…”

“A beating is the best medicine for dogs, madmen, and disobedient Saje!”

– I never said that about dogs and madmen!

“Noisy!”

Even though no one made a sound, Chung Myung suddenly shouted into the air and rushed toward Tang Pae who happened to be nearby.

“S- Stop him!”

“Protect Sogaju-nim!”

Tang Family’s members shouted in fear. Then they hurled their hidden weapon at the rushing Chung Myung and spewed out poisonous smoke.

“Euraaaaaaaah!”

Chung Myung drew his sword and spun it like a windmill as he charged forward. The strong wind pressure pushed away the poisonous smoke and the hidden weapons were also scattered in all directions.

“H- Hiiiik!”

The blue-faced Tang Pae hurriedly stepped back and threw every hidden weapon from his sleeves in a panic.

“Euaa! Poison needles! Poisonous Caltrops! Ghost King Decree! Blood red spikes! Oh! What else! Ah! Seven-Step Soul…”

Dopssok.

However, Chung Myung, who had reached right in front of Tang Pae’s nose, grabbed his wrist, making his struggles seem meaningless.

“Seven-Step, what?”

“….”

“Seven-Step Soul Chasing Sand?”

“Ha…haha.”

Cold sweat flowed down Tang Pae’s forehead.

“Do- Dojang! I would never use such a vile thing against you…”

“Oh really? Then what is this in your hand?”

Chung Myung shook Tang Pae’s hand lightly while holding his wrist. Then, the poison pouch in his hand shook weakly.

“…This is… Um. Right, it’s just regular mountain poison. Very weak…”

“Oh, really?”

“Tha- That’s right….”

“Are you messing around with me now?”

“Guack!”

Chung Myung’s fist dug into Tang Pae’s abdomen without delay. The impact caused Tang Pae’s mouth to open wide in shock. Chung Myung took the opportunity to open the poison pouch and shove it straight into Tang Pae’s gaping mouth.

“If it’s just regular mountain poison, it won’t be a big deal.”

“Mmph! Mmph!”

“Don’t worry. You won’t die, you won’t die. It’s just a Seven-Step Soul Chasing Sand. You won’t die from just this, will you?”

Tang Pae collapsed backward, foaming at the mouth. Since Tang Family basically trains to build up tolerance to poisons from a young age, it is unlikely that someone as Sogaju would die from poisoning, but if someone drank that much poison, such as Seven-Step Soul Chasing Sand, it would be difficult to function properly for a while.

“Kku… urereuk!”

As expected, the collapsed Tang Pae began to convulse all over his body and writhing in strange ways.

Everyone who saw the situation was half-dazed. Where in the world would you see someone from Tang Family collapse from poison? And that’s even the Tang Family’s Sogaju too.

“Oh, you all love using poison, don’t you?”

At Chung Myung’s question, all Tang Family members shook their heads desperately. However, Chung Myung began to dig through the sleeves of the fallen Tang Family and pull out various things one by one.

“That, that’s dangerous to handle carelessly…!”

“But did you…. ever use that somewhere? Why are you so natural with it…?”

Chung Myung, now holding an array of poison pouches in both hands, started laughing.

“Oh, have I used it before?”

“….”

“No, where would I have used such things? Of course, it’s my first time.”

“…I don’t think so.”

“You seem very familiar with it…”

“It’s my first time, first time. So… go ahead and die, you shitheads!”

“Your word’s don’t make any sense!”

Chung Myung threw the poison pouches and struck them. Green, black, and pink poisonous smoke quickly spread out where Tang Family stood.

“Eeeek!”

“No, that guy brought so many poisons!”

“D- Don’t breathe! You’ll get poisoned!”

In the midst of the poison banquet that seemed completely out of this world, Chung Myung who took off all the things he was carrying and threw them all off, tearing them all apart like some ill-fitting clothes, laughed like a madman and rushed forward.

“Euahahahahaha! I’m sooooo excited!”

The members of Tang Family, who had been trapped in the thick poison smoke, rose up into the sky one after another like firecrackers. Pitifully so.

It was Heavenly Comrade Alliance who had just realized the simple truth that all indulgences come with a price.