Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1748



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Episode 1748. You can call it venting your anger. (3)

That moment.

“Ah, Amitabha… … .”

A sigh of pain escaped Hye-yeon’s lips.

‘What the heck is that?’

It was a sight I couldn’t believe even as I watched, with thin tentacles sprouting from the wounds of the Blood Cultist and waving in all directions. A beast? No, it felt more like an insect.

But how can something like that come out of a human body?

‘No, rather than that… … .’

The place where the tentacles had poked out was the area where his fist had hit. The blackened, dead flesh was regaining its color along with the swaying of the worm-like tentacles.

What kind of harmony is this?

No matter how vast the world is and how many strange and absurd sorcery he doesn’t know about, it far surpasses the common sense of the ignorant he knows.

“Amitabha! Amitabha!”

I recited the vow several times to calm my wavering mind.

“Khuh… … .”

In the meantime, the blood cultist in question slowly wiped away the blood flowing from his lips and strode towards Hye-yeon. Hye-yeon took a step back without realizing it.

“Khaaaaaaa!”

The soft groans of the Blood Cultists turned into screams. Blood Cultists rushed forward, spewing out blood.

Hye-yeon bit her lower lip.

* * *

“What, what is that?”

The situation wasn’t much different on the other side.

Jo-geol’s eyes shook with shock. It couldn’t be helped, since the arm he had cut off himself was now attached back to its original place.

“Ugh… … . Shit.”

Jo-geol ended up covering his mouth with his left hand.

The sight of tentacles connecting arms was so groan-worthy that even Jo Geul, who prided himself on his boldness, groaned. A sense of physiological disgust welled up in him.

‘The cut part will stick back again?’

It’s not just the arms. Those hideous tentacles are writhing on the long, split sides. They’re said to reattach as soon as you cut them. How on earth are you supposed to deal with them?

“no…….”

“Calm down.”

At that moment, Yui Seol’s cold voice pierced my ears.

“Accident, ha, but… … .”

“The sorcery is vast, to begin with. So vast that we cannot know it all.”

I can’t help but agree with this statement. I’ve never seen or even heard of anything like it in my life.

“But it’s simple. The solution.”

“yes?”

Yui Seol lifted her sword with a smirk.

“No one can practice sorcery even after having their throat cut.”

“… … If those guys weren’t stupid, wouldn’t they have choked me?”

“Block your limbs, you. I’ll cut off your head.”

Jo-geol shook his head without realizing it. Even if people misunderstand that I am a traitor just by listening to what he says, he has nothing to say.

“… … I don’t know if I’m stupid or if my thinking is smart.”

A snicker escaped Jo-geol’s mouth.

To be honest, the method is not important. It is amazing that he is not shaken at all in the face of such a sight. At such times, Yui Seol was more trustworthy than anyone else in Hwasan.

“I guess that’s fine since there are two of us… … What about those who go alone? It seems dangerous.”

“That’s obvious.”

This time, Jo-geol nodded in understanding.

Yeah, is there another way? I have to clean up this place as quickly as possible and go to support.

“Then let’s begin.”

“go.”

“Come on!”

Jogeol kicked the ground with all his might and rushed forward.

* * *

A drop of sweat ran down Yun Jong’s chin.

‘His throat was cut.’

But then he gets up. The severed head is reattached.

What should we call this? Recovery? Or regeneration?

Whatever happens to a person should never happen to him. This much is certain.

Of course, the lack of education itself makes the human body stronger and allows one to gain strength that humans cannot. From the perspective of an ordinary person, it is impossible to know which would seem more bizarre: a severed body being reassembled or someone destroying a mountain with a single sword.

But even knowing this, Yoon Jong felt a surge of fear. It must be because the common sense he had known was collapsing. People tend to vaguely feel fear when they don’t understand something.

Yun Jong tried to suppress his fear. But before he could fully control his mind, they moved first.

“You look like you’re scared.”

The blood cultist approached triumphantly, blood dripping from his mouth.

“You are so stupid. You should be moved when you see grace, but instead, you feel fear.”

Yun Jong’s senses slightly turned to the back. The blood cultist who had raised his body like a puppet had not yet regained consciousness. The one standing behind had almost lost his head. It seemed that the speed of recovery varied depending on the degree of injury.

But the problem is that we can’t completely ignore the back, because we can’t exactly predict when it will recover.

‘Damn.’

Yoon Jong suddenly felt Jo Geol’s empty spot. If only he had been here, there would have been no need to surround him…

“Are you waiting for support? I don’t think anyone will come.”

“… … .”

“Where did your initial prestige go? This is why I hate people like you. When you’re in a group, you don’t know how high the sky is, but when you’re left alone, you become so mean.”

Yun Jong’s tightly shut lips tightened.

It was a provocation that was completely transparent. He was not the type to fall for something like this. Nevertheless, those words struck deep into his lungs.

‘If it were me, I wouldn’t have been scared.’

If it were Yu Yi-seol, she would have attacked again without hesitation, and if it were Dang So-so, she would have calmly analyzed the situation. Cheong Myeong? That guy would not have created this situation in the first place.

But what does Yun Jong have?

I have felt it since some time ago. That he is falling behind others. When I look at it objectively, his current role is nothing more than cleaning up and supporting Jo Geol who is running wild.

That’s why those words hurt.

‘but……!’

The blood cultists rushed toward him.

“Die!”

Yoon Jong instinctively tried to step back, but then bit his lip in a fit of rage. There are enemies behind him, too. He must not forget that.

‘Calm down!’

It’s just that the wound has healed. It’s not that you can’t cut. The opponent’s skill itself isn’t that great. If it’s healed, you can just cut again.

Yun Jong stretched out his sword towards the enemy who was rushing at him roughly and swinging his arms. The sword, like a flash of lightning, headed towards the enemy’s neck.

A classic move. But because it’s classic, it’s also incredibly threatening.

But the moment he fully extended his sword, Yun Jong’s eyes widened. He realized the mistake he had made too late.

Boom!

Yun Jong’s body was thrown to the side.

“Krrrrrrr.”

The sound of boiling phlegm flowed out.

Yun Jong’s sword pierced the masked man’s neck precisely. If logic were to follow, the man whose neck was pierced would have died before he could attack Yun Jong.

However, the Blood Cultist paid no attention to his neck being pierced and continued to strike Yunjong in the side.

“Cough!”

Yunjong, who had been rolling around for a while, let out a harsh cough.

A sharp pain spread as if all my ribs had been broken. The inside of my mouth burst and the pungent taste of blood filled the air.

‘Fuck… … .’

It’s not that Yun Jong was foolish.

That’s what martial arts are like. At a deadlock where life and death are decided in an instant, thinking is meaningless. Martial arts is like the process of repeating the same movements for countless hours, making the body move before the head can think.

The moment he was attacked, he reflexively aimed for the enemy’s neck, which was almost instinctive. And it was also a habit that Yoon Jong had been forcibly forming.

But the old habit that had saved Yunjong from countless crises ended up becoming a hindrance at this moment.

“Whew.”

Yoon Jong gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

Another strange tentacle wriggled and shook from the pierced neck of the Blood Cultist. The hole that had been there was gradually filling up.

Of course, the newly grown flesh was not ordinary. It was not a light red, but rather a dark, tree-like color. But anyway, the wound was disappearing again.

‘This won’t do… … .’

Yun Jong, who had been momentarily tired, paused. His two eyes gradually sank deep into thought.

– It’s a lot, private school!

He had shouted that day. But Baekcheon didn’t look back.

Yun Jong took a deep breath and thought.

What would Baekcheon do in this situation?

First of all, he must have put strength into his legs. So that his weak will would not be expressed as trembling. He must have believed that his shoulders were wide open and that this would give him strength.

‘There is no way there is no answer.’

If that was the case, those bloodthirsty bastards would not have stayed silent outside.

And that’s not all. Yoon Jong has already personally witnessed them retreating. If their bodies could regenerate infinitely, they would never retreat like that…

‘for a moment.’

Yun Jong paused again. He remembered the time when Hyeolgung and Cheongmyeong had encountered each other.

‘What did he say when he backed off?’

Clearly, in the Sword of Cheongmyeong… … .

“Haat!”

Before his thoughts could finish, the enemies rolled their eyes and rushed at him. Yunjong instinctively kicked the ground and launched himself backwards.

‘Immortal spirit?’

I think I definitely said that.

Kwak-kak!

The deformity and the sword clashed. At that moment, the blood cultist stretched out his other arm and wrapped it around Yunjong’s sword. It was something that no sane person could have imagined.

But with these guys, it’s possible. Even if their arms are cut off or pierced, if they can tie up their opponent’s sword for a moment, it’s a good deal.

Yunjong was startled and pulled out his sword. In the split second, the deformed figure of the Blood Cult passed by Yunjong’s neck. Unlike them, it was a neck that could never be reattached.

‘First!’

Yun Jong’s breathing became ragged.

The spirit of the immortal, the spirit of the Taoist sword. It is something that those who use the Taoist sword dream of. However, no one knows what its true nature is.

‘no.’

If you think about it, I didn’t say that their weakness was innate ability. I just said that innate ability is the natural enemy of all sorcery.

Why did Cheongmyeong say that?

“Hahahaha!”

At that very moment, I heard the enemy’s howl from behind. At the same time, I felt a fierce energy digging into my back.

Yunjong rolled his body reflexively.

Boom!

Almost simultaneously, the ground where he was standing burst open, sending up a blast of dirt and rocks.

“Whew!”

Heavy breathing kept coming out of his mouth.

‘Then why didn’t you tell me?’

If he knew that the Sun Qi was the answer to dealing with them, and that the volcano could clash with them again at any moment… … why didn’t Qingming teach everyone how to raise the Sun Qi?

Why?

“That donkey has no shame.”

“And that’s why you kept showing off like that.”

The Blood Cultists laughed at Yunjong as he rolled on the ground to avoid being attacked. However, their ridicule did not shake Yunjong one bit.

“……I’m sorry.”

When Yunjong opened his mouth for the first time, the blood cult members stared at him with strange eyes.

“I’ve never acted like I was a great person. I’m not that great of a person to begin with.”

“haha!”

The bitter laughter returned.

This time, instead of being angry, Yoon Jong took a cool, calm breath.

There is no reason to be angry, since I said what was really on my mind.

Compared to the monstrous priests and the private tutors and sages who seem to be rising higher and higher every time they see them, Yun Jong is not extraordinary. He knows himself best.

Yet what does he have?

Both eyes settled calmly.

“It’s been taking too long. I’ll just deal with it and go… .”

“embrace.”

The blood cultists looked upwards while talking. If they delay any longer, support may come from the direction of Mt. Mudang. If that happens, this side will be in danger.

“Finish it.”

“yes.”

The Blood Cultists surrounded Yunjong widely.

Yoon Jong looked around them calmly. He could clearly feel their determination to finish them off in one blow. He had a gut feeling that it wouldn’t be easy to deal with this time. The combined attack by those who didn’t care about the wounds they would receive would be more vicious and dangerous than he could imagine.

But instead of panicking, he took a deep breath. The sword let out a heavy sound.

‘Why didn’t Cheongmyeong tell me?’

And why didn’t Baekcheon say what he was going to do, what he was going to do?

“Khahahaha!”

As one of the blood cultists rushed straight towards Yunjong, the others followed suit, wielding eerie deformities and rushing forward.

Yun Jong’s two eyes emitted a fierce light for a moment. But for a moment, his gaze became calm like a lake.

‘Because there was no need to say anything.’

Nothing in the world, nothing at all, changes suddenly. Nothing can be achieved in an instant.

If it seems that way, it is because you do not understand the long time behind it.

Sharp blades fly in from all directions to tear apart Yunjong’s body.

Yun Jong, who had been watching as if observing others, slowly moved his sword.

‘It’s not that I didn’t say anything.’

There was no need to say anything.

Even if it’s not special or great, it’s bound to be there.

If the time he has accumulated so far is not a lie, then his answer will be within him. That is martial arts and that is the Way!

“Believe.”

Following Yun Jong’s muttering, the sharp tip of the sword moved smoothly. Red flower petals began to bloom delicately.

Its appearance resembled transparent and clear morning dew.