Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Something that had soared into the sky spun furiously. Everyone on the island couldn’t take their eyes off it.

As it rotated ceaselessly, scattering red blood in all directions, the object eventually lost its momentum and plummeted down.

Took!

Everyone stared blankly at the scene.

It was an arm.

The arm of a martial artist, trained as it should be, fell into the sand. The blood flowing from the cross section was staining the white sand dark red.

No one could even take a deep breath.

It was hard to comprehend what they were seeing with their own eyes. The silence was so thick that even the sound of swallowing dry saliva sounded like thunder.

Puuuut!

At that time, Black Dragon King staggered backward with a ghastly sound.

“Keueu….”

Black Dragon King, who had lost his arm, grabbed his shoulder with his left hand. Blood gushed out between his thick fingers.

“Keueuh….”

Everyone looked at that figure blankly.

The right arm of Black Dragon King.

The arm that commanded the Yangtze River while holding a huge guan dao was cut off from just below the shoulder. Chung Myung’s sword had aimed for his neck, and while he managed to prevent his neck from being severed by raising his arm, the arm was cut off without fail.

Disbelief and astonishment. And fear.

Engulfed in uncontrollable emotions, he staggered backward, again and again.

“Thi- This guy….”

Everyone was dumbfounded looking at such Black Dragon King.

Who could have imagined?

The sight of the arm of this man, who was one of the leaders of Five Great Evil Sects who reigned like the king of the Yangtze River and is now the vice-leader of Evil Tyrant Alliance, severed by the sword of third-class disciples of Mount Hua.

But no matter how many times they blink, the sight they see does not change. The moment it dawned on them that all of this was real, a terrible sense of unease began to strike everyone on Plum Blossom Island.

Except for one group.

“As expected!”

“Damn!”

Suppressed exclamations of admiration came from the mouths of Mount Hua’s disciples.

Their shoulders, which had been temporarily freed from excessive tension, were constantly shaking. They clenched their fists in unison, suppressing the urge to cheer at any moment.

Baek Cheon also clenched his fists and stared intently at Chung Myung’s back.

“There is no way not to believe it.”

“Indeed.”

“Hm!”

Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong nodded their heads loudly. Even Yoo Iseol’s shoulders shook slightly.

Mount Hua’s disciples who have watched Chung Myung’s training over the past three years cannot imagine him losing. If what they experienced was hell, then what Chung Myung went through was truly the abyss of hell.

But regardless of that belief, those wearing Mount Hua’s uniform were trembling at the endless joy that was bursting out of their heads.

It felt like they had been rewarded.

Chung Myung clearly proved it in front of them. That all the efforts they had made over time were not in vain. That everything they had accumulated over time was indeed with them in their swords.

However, to sword warriors of Namgung Family who did not know Chung Myung well, this scene was a shock in itself. Their faces were colored with emotions that cannot be described in words.

“Tha- That can’t be….”

“Oh my god….”

They knew. How strong Black Dragon King is.

Black Dragon King was the opponent that even their Gaju, Namgung Hwang, burned with his fighting spirit. The terrifying power of his dao energy had been proven by the deaths of those bearing the name Namgung.

But now that Black Dragon King was staggering. His arm was cut off by the swordsman of Mount Hua.

The outcome of the battle was crystal clear.

“Keueueuk….”

Black Dragon King leaped backward with bloodshot eyes. However, rather than helping him, the pirates who saw him just retreated in fear.

Hwirik.

Chung Myung lightly spun his sword, pointing the tip downward.

Geugeugeuk.

And he slowly approached Black Dragon King, scraping the tip of his sword along the ground.

Everyone is excited. At the same time, they are stunned.

But Chung Myung’s gaze did not change in the slightest from the beginning. He only watched Black Dragon King with chillingly sunken eyes and slowly approached.

“Uh…”

Black Dragon King’s jaw trembled.

His emptied brain could no longer continue to think. He had no idea what to do next. Because he never once thought ge would be in a situation like this.

And then.

Chung Myung did something that no one expected.

Kaang!

He kicked Black Dragon King’s guan dao that lay on the ground. The dao, kicked into the air, and landed precisely at Black Dragon King’s feet.

“…..”

A cold voice came to the ears of Black Dragon King, who was looking at his guan dao and Chung Myung alternately with shaking eyes.

“Pick it up.”

Chung Myung continued speaking in a voice devoid of any emotion.

“We must continue.”

His tone was as if stating an obvious fact.

The chilling implication in his words sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers.

“Your arm was severed?”

“…..”

“So what?”

In Chung Myung’s eyes, killing intent was evident.

Watching him flail about because his arm had been cut off made his stomach sick.

“You idiot.”

They don’t know. Those who live in peace cannot know or understand.

Who has protected Kangho. How desperately they fought. What it feels like to pull a sword from the body of a dead comrade and wield it.

What thoughts go through the minds of those who bite at their opponent’s neck, stepping on their own severed arm.

These guys who don’t know anything are acting arrogantly, pretending to be the kings of the world. Watching them strut sickened him.

No, in fact, there’s no need to discuss the past.

Chung Myung pointed behind with his chin.

“Namgung…..”

As soon as the word Namgung came out of Chung Myung’s mouth, the sword warriors of Namgung Family tensed every muscle in their bodies.

“I “Fought even with an arm severed. Until the moment their necks were cut.”

The sword warriors of Namgung Family lowered their heads and clenched their teeth.

Those words pierced their heart. Stronger than any consolation.

They vividly remembered the scenes of their comrades stabbing the enemy with their swords even as their bellies were split open, and grabbing the enemy’s ankles even as their necks were being cut. It was because of them that those present here were still alive.

“Pick it up.”

“Uh…”

“Pick it up, you f*cking bastard.”

Black Dragon King gritted his teeth and grabbed the guan dao with his remaining arm.

And that instant.

Kaaaaaaaang!

Chung Myung’s sword rushes in at once and strikes the guan dao. Black Dragon King was thrown back helplessly and fell among the pirates.

The moment the frightened pirates retreated left and right, Black Dragon King grabbed one of the pirates who was trying to run away.

“Sto- Stop him.”

“Black dragon….”

“Stop him! Stop him, you bastards! Stop that punk!”

Black Dragon King, full of madness, cursed. However, no one stood in the way of Chung Myung for Black Dragon King.

It is only natural.

The reason they followed Black Dragon King’s orders was because they were afraid of him. They were afraid of retaliation if they did not listen.

But hasn’t the end of Black Dragon King already been determined? But why would they be so loyal and risk their lives to save Black Dragon King?

The pirates, pale with fear, hurriedly retreated. Even if they stumbled, they moved backward as best as they could. Soon, no one was left around Black Dragon King.

“You idiots! I tell you to stop him! Stop him!”

Black Dragon King shouted as if desperate, but his voice was only scattered in the air.

“Ptui!”

Chung Myung, who spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth, approached him with indifferent eyes.

Black Dragon King, who was glaring at the pirates with a demon-like face, looked at Chung Myung and involuntarily retreated even further. The fingertips of his remaining hand started trembling uncontrollably.

“Uh, Euhh….”

A groan escaped from Black Dragon King as he forcibly held onto his guan dao.

How did it come to this?

Until Mount Hua arrived here, everything was going his way. But how on earth did it end up like this?

His thoughts could not continue for long.

Before he could even get up fully, Chung Myung rushed at him, kicking him in the jaw.

Kwaang!

Black Dragon King, whose jaw was broken, flew off the ground like a water swallow.

Kwaaaaang!

Plunged miserably in the sand, he clutched the sand in agony.

“Keueueu….”

He barely managed turned his head and saw Chung Myung still approaching at a slow, steady pace.

And the sword warriors of Mount Hua were following behind him. As if they were escorting Chung Myung as he walked through the midst of pirates. The sunlight reflecting off their swords was blinding.

But… Now there is no one behind Black Dragon King.

“Uh… Uuh…”

No one was there to help him.

The water fortress he has achieved throughout his life merely looks at his upcoming death from afar. No one was willing to risk their life for him.

“You ungrateful bastards! Aaaaaargh!”

He let out an angry roar. Right then, the grim reaper holding a sword arrived before him.

“…”

Black Dragon King looked up at Chung Myung blankly.

“It’s understandable.”

“…”

“You can’t even keep up with the toes of Namgung Family.”

“Ugh…..”

“Water fortress?”

Chung Myung scoffed.

“This is the sand castle you built, you stupid bastard. You, who have no strength, are no better than insects. No one will fight for you.”

“Euuaaaaaakk!”

The moment Black Dragon King stretched out his hand to grab his dao again, Chung Myung’s sword cut his wrist.

Sogok!

“Aaaaargh!”

Before his agonized scream could end, another strike from the sword battered his body.

Sogok! Sogok!

As if to leave wounds for every fallen sword warrior of Namgung Family on his body.

“Euuuaaaakkk!”

The screams, enough to furrow the brows of those listening, burst endlessly.

The usual him would not have screamed like this, even if his body was being crushed. But now that his spirit had crumbled, there was no strength left to resist.

“Shut your mouth!”

However, Chung Myung showed no sympathy for Black Dragon King.

Puuk!

The sword pierced Black Dragon King’s shoulder and twisted. The pain of having his muscles torn apart made Black Dragon King’s massive body tremble.

Paaat!

And the moment the knee was cut off, the large body fell forward as if collapsing.

Chung Myung stepped on his head and pointed his sword at Black Dragon King’s neck.

“Bugs should die squirming like a bug it is, don’t you think?”

“Uh… Uh…”

“Go to hell.”

Chung Myung swung his sword without hesitation.

But at that moment.

Kaaaaaang!

Chung Myung’s sword, which was about to fall on Black Dragon King’s neck, bounced to the side and was pushed away with a tremendous metallic sound.

Chung Myung, with his foot still on Black Dragon King’s head, turned his gaze. At the end of that icy gaze was a small boat slowly approaching the edge of the island.

More precisely, it was the man aboard that small boat.

“Bug, you say…”

Jang Ilso, standing alone on the small boat, looked at Chung Myung with an amused smile.

“Of course, I don’t necessarily disagree with that term, but…. Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.”

His long eyes, curving gently, stared straight at Chung Myung.

“But unlike you… there are those in the world who need that bug.”

The boat carrying Jang Ilso touched the sandy shore of Plum Blossom Island.