Return of the Mount Hua Sect

It is none other than the Yangtze River that has to receive all of that.

The conditions were so bad that even the word ‘bad conditions’ lost its luster, but the steps of Mount Hua’s sword warriors did not stop even for a moment.

The boiling blood of the one leading seemed to be transmitted back and forth among them.

And Namgung Dowi, who was running amidst this intense heat, was desperate not to fall behind.

‘This is Mount Hua.’

The person who knows best how difficult and scary it is to deal with the pirates on the Yangtze River would be Namgung Dowi. The dreadful wounds on his body testified to what he had endured.

However, even in this difficult and frightening situation, Mount Hua’s disciples ran and swung their swords as if this place were flat ground.

Is it thanks to those wooden planks?

‘No way!’

Splash!

At that moment, Namgung Dowi slipped on a plank, but Jo-Gol swiftly pulled him back.

“Th- Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, just run! I will help you!”

“Yes!”

It might look easy to the eye.

However, running while accurately stepping on small planks floating on a flowing river is not easy at all. Just running is hard enough, but maintaining this speed? It was definitely something more than just surprising.

If they hadn’t protected him, Namgung Dowi would have fallen into the river several times already. Yet they held onto Namgung Dowi, repelling the incoming arrows, and quickly defeated the attacking pirates while running.

How was this possible? How?

Their Lightness Art was enough to give him goosebumps. It is as if they have fought countless fierce battles in this environment, and have fought many life-threatening battles in places where there is nowhere to set foot.

Right, ‘proficient’ might be the right word.

It was impossible, but they seemed accustomed to this battle. What kind of training do they undergo for peers of similar age to show such prowess?

Was it that he didn’t know Mount Hua well enough? Or was it that the world didn’t know Mount Hua?

Their performance so far had shattered the common perception of them as just another common sword sect in Shaanxi.

‘No! No!’

In the midst of his thoughts, Namgung Dowi bit his lip till it bled.

This should not be the only factor that should be evaluated. Even if everyone in the world pays attention to their martial art, only Namgung Dowi should look at something different.

They knew. They knew what kind of battle they had to fight the moment they jumped into this river.

Therefore, what Namgung Dowi should see is not their strength, but their courage.

The courage to leap into a storm of arrows without hesitation.

The courage to rush into the river, swarming with pirates, ready to be dragged into the dark waters below.

Even if the rest of the world is unaware, only Namgung Dowi should understand their courage.

So…

‘Even if I die, I won’t hold their ankle!’

“Taaat!”

Namgung Dowi fiercely swung his sword and struck down the rain of arrows. Seeing that, Chung Myung smiled leisurely even amidst the shower of arrows.

“Not bad, Senior!”

Gritting his teeth, Namgung Dowi looked back at Chung Myung, who smiled and said,

“Follow me with determination to die!”

“Yes!”

Paaaaaat!

Chung Myung’s sword flew like a beam of light and accurately cut off the head of the pirate rising from under the water.

At the same time, his gaze sharply turned back. He caught a glimpse of Tang Family and shouted without delay.

“Jo-Gol Sahyung!”

“Alright!”

No more words were needed.

Namgung Dowi could not understand at all, but it seemed to convey enough meaning between them.

Jo-Gol, who was running as if he were guarding Namgung Dowi, suddenly kicked off his wooden plank and rose up. And like a bird targeting its prey in the river, he shot powerfully to the surface of the river.

Poooooooooooong!

As Jo-Gol jumped into the river with a splash as if a cannonball had been dropped, some of the sword warriors of Mount Hua were running with all their might simultaneously right after him.

There were no proper instructions, but some people jumped into the water and others continued to run forward without a glance.

‘Wha- What is this?’

A moment of confusion flashed across Namgung Dowi’s face.

Meanwhile, in the deep waters of the Yangtze River.

Oh Jahyong (???(吳紫衡)) quickly soared above the water. Surrounding him were members of the Black Shark Unit he led.

‘Damn it!’

The first unit attacking Mount Hua had all become fish food. Before they could even stab their harpoon properly, they were pierced by the sword energy shot into the water. That wasn’t all. Those barely raising their heads out of the water were beheaded before they could even take a breath.

They attacked and defended themselves as if they could see through the water. The reason his body temperature gradually declines may not be simply because the water is cold.

However, there is no need to aim for difficult enemies. Because there is not only Mount Hua here now.

‘Tang Family bastards!’

In a way, water fortress, skilled in water warfare, is almost a natural predator to Sichuan Tang Family. When any hidden weapon penetrates the water surface, its power is bound to be halved, and no poison can exert its power in the water.

There’s no need to fight them on the surface. If you drag them into the water by piercing them with a harpoon from below, they can be toyed with effortlessly.

The moment Tang Family finally reached above him, Oh Jahyeong’s eyes sparkled. When he gave the signal to attack, the Black Shark Unit doubled their speed and rose toward the water.

‘I’ll make you regret coming to this Yangtze River in hell!’

But it was that moment.

“Keuruk!”

Even though they were underwater, screams rang out. When Oh Jahyong reflexively turned his head, he saw a member of the Black Shark Unit convulsing and foaming at the mouth.

‘What?’

No, it wasn’t just bubbles that spewed out.

The blood flowing from his side was staining the river water a deep crimson.

‘Si- Since when?’

When had they been attacked?

His question was soon resolved.

Oh Jahyong looked at the unbelievable sight with his eyes wide open.

Mount Hua sword warriors clad in black outfits charged through the water at an astonishing speed behind his sinking subordinate.

Mount Hua literally refers to a mountain in Shaanxi. In other words, they have no connection with rivers throughout their lives.

However, their movements in the water now were incredibly swift, almost unbelievably so for those who supposedly hadn’t trained in aquatic maneuvers.

‘Just how….’

Chwaaaak!

And in that moment, the sword of a young man leading the charge sliced through the water like a beam of light. That formidable swift sword, which would have been hard to imagine being wielded underwater, pierced Oh Jahyong’s neck in one go.

“Keu… Keuruk….”

As pain engulfed him, water flooded through the hole in his throat. The sensation of looming death was more disgusting and vivid than he could have imagined.

Kwadeuk!

The sword twisted inside his neck. It was only after leaving an irreparable stab wound that it was pulled out.

“Kkeureuk….”

Oh Jahyong’s body began to slowly sink to the bottom of the deep water.

The last thing he saw as his consciousness faded was the triumphant smile of the young swordsman swimming past above him.

‘Mount Hua….’

The true value of training in swinging a sword to death in the valleys of Mount Hua was displayed here in the Yangtze River. Compared to the swirling, turbulent currents of those deep valleys, the waves of this vast river were nothing to them.

The swordsmen, led by Jo-Gol, all guarded the below of Tang Family and swung their sharp swords at the pirates.

“Charge!”

Baek Cheon led the way.

Rather than cutting down each and every pirate that occasionally came at him with a harpoon, he focused on dodging and jumping over them without slowing down. He knows all too well. When a group of people of this size runs in a line, they become entangled and show a gap when the speed of the lead decreases.

And no matter what happens, he can never stop. Because at his feet are the lives of these comrades and that of Namgung Family!

It was that moment.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

With a deafening roar, something flew towards Baek Cheon at an incredible speed.

‘Hundred Thunder Cannon?’

The cannonball flying through the air was clearly visible to Baek Cheon. But before he could decide, someone else sprang up towards the cannonball.

Kwaaaaaaaaang!

The figure who leaped up deflected the incoming cannonball with a swing of his sword.

“Yoon Jong!”

The moment Baek Cheon reflexively shouted his name, this time Baek Sang flew toward another cannonball.

Kwaaaaaaaaang!

Baek Sang’s sword struck down the incoming cannonball!

“Go, Sahyung!”

“Don’t stop!”

“You dare to command, you damn punk!”

Baekcheon grinned and kept running forward, ever forward.

Kwang! Kwang!

However, the pirates would not give up easily like this. The approaching pirate ship turned sideways and aimed at them. The muzzle of the Hundred Thunder Cannon placed on the deck continued to spit out fire.

“This…!”

Just as anger crossed Baek Cheon’s face.

“Sasuk!”

A voice reached him.

No more words were needed.

Baekcheon reflexively twisted his waist and took a sword-wielding position. However, with the flat of his blade!

Paaaat!

Then, something that had soared like a squirrel from behind landed with a heavy weight on his sword. Before the sensation even reached his head, daotranslate Baek Cheon swung his sword with all his might and launched whatever was on it far away.

Swaeaeaeaek!

A streak of black light sliced across the Yangtze River’s surface.

“W- What!”

The pirates gasped as they saw something flying towards them like a cannonball.

Kwaaaaaang!

The human cannonball fired by Baek Cheon eventually landed like a meteorite on the deck of the ship that had been firing the Hundred Thunder Cannon.

The sturdy wooden deck shattered as tofu and splinters of wood flew in every direction.

Before the splinters even hit the ground, a chilling sword energy swept across the bandits on deck, slicing them in every direction.

Sogok. Sogok!

Red blood splattered on the splinter that rose into the sky. The faces of the pirates firing the Hundred Thunder Cannons were slashed in one go by Chung Myung, leaving dark red stains of blood on his face.

“Ah… Aah….”

Paaaat!

Chung Myung brushed off the blood from the blade and turned his attention to the still-alive pirates. The moment their eyes met, the corner of Chung Myung’s mouth twisted, revealing his pure white teeth.

“This….”

His voice seemed to be laced with the scent of blood.

“This is the fight you started.”

Kwang!

Chung Myung stomped on the deck, plunging into the midst of the pirates. A dozen heads simultaneously soared into the air, and the blood that gushed forth poured over the Yangtze River.

The demon of Mount Hua.

That very demon of Huashan, who had made even the demonic disciples of Magyo tremble with fear, had manifested itself upon the Yangtze River.