Return of the Mount Hua Sect

The cultists they have dealt with so far are, so to speak, beasts. Horrific beasts as if they had just burst out of hell.

However, the figures that appeared now felt distinctly different. If ordinary cultists were heavy blunt weapons, these were like refined blades. The eerie, well-honed energy had already pierced his entire body.

“Monk!”

“I know, Siju!”

As soon as Baek Cheon shouted, Hye Yeon kicked off the ground and soared. Twisting his body in mid-air, he struck down with his fist like lightning. A terrifying force poured forward.

‘Hundred Steps Divine Fist(????(百步神拳)!’

Jo-Gol saw that and clenched his fists.

It is one of Seventy-Two Unique Martial Arts that Shaolin boasts throughout the world, and the most famous fist technique in the world! In particular, what can be said about the power of Hundred Steps Divine Fist that unfolded by Hye Yeon’s hands?

The literal thunderbolt force rushed towards the enforcers.

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And in that moment.

Paaaaaat!

The cultist reached into the air. Then, a black line thicker than the darkness bloomed, and Hye Yeon’s force, which was flying at an incredible speed, was instantly split in two.

‘…What?’

Those who saw this doubted their eyes for a moment.

The internal strength of Buddhism is the energy of Evil Destroying (??(破邪)). Like Taoism’s celestial energy, it has the property of destroying evil things in the world. Yet, they had effortlessly sliced through Hye Yeon’s force.

The implication of this scene was enormous.

‘Strong!’

More so than they had sensed!

To make matters worse, the moment the enforcers appeared, the cultists, who had been losing their strength, began to gain momentum like crazy.

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A vicious demonic energy enveloped them like a cloud of fog.

“Heup!”

“Thi- This!”

Five Swords exclaimed in short surprise.

At that moment, Jang Ilso stretched out his hand. The bracelet on his wrist spun wildly on its own, then surged forward.

“Where.”

The bracelet, which was spinning at incredible speed in front of Jang Ilso’s face, soon became a ray of light and shot towards the enforcer.

Golden light cuts through the dark night sky. It was such an incredible blow that even Mount Hua’s disciples, who were clearly aware that Jang Ilso would eventually become their enemy, could not help but be momentarily amazed.

Kwaaaaaa!

The bracelet, which contained terrifying power, was aimed precisely at the upper body of the enforcer charging at the lead. Watching the bracelet flying towards him as if to pierce through, Jong Nil grimaced. His face revealed his brutality.

Paaaaat!

Jong Nil, holding his rapier, stretched his arm forward. The tip of his sword and Jang Ilso’s bracelet collided in mid-air, creating a massive explosion.

Kwaaaaaaaaaang!

As the explosion resounded, golden energy and dark demonic energy burst in all directions like fireworks.

At that moment, Baek Cheon saw it. Jang Ilso’s bracelet hung on the end of Jong Nil’s rapier.

‘That….’

For a moment, a shiver runs down his spine. Just hitting a bracelet flying with that force is not an ordinary thing. Especially if the beloved weapon (??(愛兵)) was such a thin sword, it would not be easy to protect the sword from breaking under such impact.

However, that enforcer did not simply knock off Jang Ilso’s bracelet, but neutralized it and even snatched it away.

‘It’s a different level.’

Among those present here, a few had already encountered an enforcer in the North Sea. However, the enforcer they met at that time and the enforcer approaching from there were only the same in their positions, and there was no comparison in terms of skills.

‘So many of them.’

Baek Cheon bit his lip unconsciously. In the meantime, the enforcers who had narrowed the distance came down in front of the cultists.

Tok!

They stopped and raised their heads, staring at Chung Myung and Jang Ilso and their group. There were precisely ten of them.

Behind them, who cast arrogant eyes, the cultist gathered with bated breath.

He could tell for sure just by looking at it.

The fact that those cultists are more afraid of the enforcers than Mount Hua’s disciples who they have to deal with from now on, and Red Dogs that glare at the enforcers like a vicious dog that has spotted an intruder.

‘Fear their own allies?’

It seemed odd at first, but in Magyo, this was common sense.

The enforcers manage and direct the laymen, or what people of Jungwon commonly call ‘Demonic Pawn (??(魔卒))’. But they had an even more significant duty—to root out apostates within the cult and correct deviations from the doctrine.

Therefore, the cultists had no choice but to be more afraid of internal enforcers than external enemies. The doctrine of the cult was the sacred words of Heavenly Demon. The only consequence for those who violated the gospel was one—death.

But one more thing is certain.

Although their role is to punish the cultists, the cultists are also martial artists who worship strength. The fear shown by them proved the strength of these enforcers.

Kagagak.

Jong Nil, who was in the lead, briefly scratched the ground with the rapier in his hand.

“I acknowledge it.”

A clear voice flowed out.

It was a voice that could be said to be ordinary, but that made the alienation all the more severe. After all, since arriving here, all they had heard from the cultists were threats and screams. This was the first time they heard such a calm voice.

Jong Nil looked sternly at the coalition forces standing before him with cold, sunken eyes.

“I admit there are indeed some among the lowly people of Jungwon that are usable.”

Everyone’s faces hardened at his words.

It was mockery disguised as acknowledgment, disregard disguised as praise.

“But that changes nothing.”

Jong Nil slowly pulled down the mask that covered half of his face. Rough skin and dark lips were revealed. Both eyes were becoming increasingly red.

“You, who do not know your place and oppose the cult, have only one end. Death.”

His dark lips twitched.

“But do not be saddened. Your deaths will not be entirely worthless. Your death will be announced to the world. The fear of the cult. His greatness. And your weakness….”

“Man, you really have a filthy tongue.”

Chung Myung cut Jong Nil’s words off.

Jong Nil closed his mouth and glared at him fiercely. Chung Myung, unfazed, let out a cold, mocking laugh.

“If you’re so keen to talk, why don’t you answer the question asked?”

The corner of Jong Nil’s mouth twisted.

“Even speaking with an unbeliever feels like it’s twisting my insides… but the sect is originally merciful. Speak, foolish one. What do you wish to know?”

“Why did you come to Jungwon?”

“…What?”

“One bishop, and this level of cultists… It seems a single diocese acted independently. You shouldn’t have the authority for that?”

Jong Nil’s eyes shook greatly for a moment.

It was a question he hadn’t anticipated at all. Aren’t they from Jungwon?

“You… how?”

How does someone of Jungwon know such things?

Chung Myung burst out laughing.

“Perhaps you… Are you an apostate?”

At that moment, an enormous murderous intent erupted from the bodies of the cultists. Not just the enforcers, but even the cultists behind them spewed out demonic energy and murderous intent.

The momentum was so brutal that even Red Dogs flinched.

“How dare… How dare!”

Jong Nil, who had maintained his composure up to now, seemed to lose his sanity in an instant, his eyes rolling back in anger.

“To spout such nonsense! How dare you! A creature lower than insects! How dare!”

It was a sound that was almost like a scream.

No one around Chung Myung could understand this sudden violent reaction. Because no one knows what apostasy means to Magyo.

“No, no.”

Chung Myung continued calmly in a drawling voice.

“A small fry like you wouldn’t have the capacity to commit apostasy, right? If there was someone who did, it must be the big head.”

Chung Myung glanced at the collapsing pavilion and asked.

“What about it? Did he commit apostasy?”

“Shut up, you dog-like creature!”

Jong Nil lost his temper and roared.

“How could a thing like you possibly understand the profound thoughts of a bishop! For an unbeliever who can’t even fathom why He would set foot on this filthy land!”

“Hoo….”

Chung Myung’s eyes darkened momentarily.

‘That’s right.’

This made it clear. If Magyo had truly moved its hand, it wouldn’t have been just one bishop leading only his own diocese onto the lands of Jungwon. This meant it was an independent action by said bishop.

Just discovering this fact was enough to achieve his goal. This means that if they just deal with these guys somehow, the invasion of Magyo will stop.

But for that….

“How laughable.”

Chung Myung showed a cruel smile.

“It looks like even the world-renowned Magyo are splitting up. Well, good thinking. It’s a wise choice. Heavenly Demon has been beheaded over a hundred years ago, and yet there are still idiots licking his boots.”

“Keueu….”

Jong Nil’s neck and face began to bulge with blue veins. Completely abandoning his reason in rage, he glared at Chung Myung with eyes that looked as if he would lunge at Chung Myung and kill him at any moment.

The reason he didn’t immediately charge was not because he decided to suppress his anger; it was because his overwhelming rage had rooted him to the spot.

“Don’t worry. If anything happens, I’ll help you out.”

Chung Myung smiled and flicked his sword.

“Even if Heavenly Demon returns, there’s no guarantee that a head once severed won’t be severed again? Right?”

“You puuuuunk!”

The enraged Jong Nil rushed forward without even looking back.

His original plan was to organize the cultists who lost their reason and charge to surround them. There was no better tactic when facing a powerful few.

Demon arts fundamentally strip away a person’s reason. There’s an extreme difference between charging like a beast and moving under someone’s command.

If he had calmly managed those following him, it might not have been difficult to deal with this small group.

But now that he has fallen for Chung Myung’s provocation, all the plans that existed in his head have been burned with anger, leaving only white ash.

“I’ll rip that mouth apart!”

Because Jong Nil was the one who lost his senses the most.

Like a dragon stabbed in its reverse scale, Jong Nil, whose untouchable territory of Heavenly Demon had been invaded, became a beast himself and charged at Chung Myung. The cultists who were holding their breath behind them also flipped their eye in madness and rushed forward like a black tidal wave driven by a typhoon.

It was a feast of madness with not a trace of reason left.

It was a sight that would terrify anyone, but Chung Myung instead smiled brightly.

His sword surged with a bright red sword energy.

“This is why Magyo is good.”

Kwaang.

Chung Myung, stomping the ground forcefully, faced Jong Nil, who was charging straight at him.

Fighting an enemy is warfare. But dealing with a beast that has lost its reason is just a hunt. Chung Myung’s sword, which had hunted down Magyo countless times, shone exceptionally bright in the darkness.