Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 524: Let Me Make You Remember From Now (4)

Kakakak!

The sword slashed down and clashed in the air with the blackened hand.

Chung Myungs millennial steel sword bent as if it would break any moment. The trembling tip of the sword demonstrated the immense power being exerted.

Kwak! Crack!

The sword qi sliced through the hand of the messenger, causing the flesh to crumble into powder that scattered around.

You!

Kwaaaak!

The messengers distorted face emitted a terrifying force as he extended his other hand. The tension and force, resembling a typhoons eye, surged towards Chung Myung.

A stream of red force emanated from the messengers fingertips, colliding head-on with Chung Myungs force.

Kwaang!

In an instant, a massive explosion erupted, sending fragments of qi scattering through the air. The messenger sneered, a smile playing on his lips. It appeared that he had anticipated this counterattack.

However, something unexpected happened.

Swish!

The man had to suddenly bend his head back.

Between the broken and exploding qi, there was a blue qi that was different from what Chung Myung had used just a moment ago, passing right in front of the messengers face.

So swift

Puak!

Before he could finish the thought, the next one hit his shoulder.

YOUUUUU!

The enraged messenger waved his blackened hand as the pain radiated from his shoulders.

The speed it held was shocking and amazing.

If the blow would land, it would appear that the opponent would be utterly crushed, leaving not even a bone behind.

However, Chung Myung remained completely calm and composed. His sword, enveloped in a crimson aura of sword qi, effortlessly sliced through the oncoming attack.

Tang! Bang! Tung!

His movements were lightning-fast, impossible for the average person to perceive. Yet, Chung Myung skillfully aimed his attacks at the opponents wrist, consistently landing precise stabs.

The relaxed stance kept the opponent at bay, and the low posture provided stability. His shoulders felt weightless, and the sword in his hand felt effortlessly light.

It resembled the perfect sword that Mount Hua sought.

And.

Chung Myungs cold gaze bore into the messenger, devoid of any emotion, and cut through him.

Amidst the intense strength, he spotted a delicate opening as thin as a thread. He thrust his sword without a moments hesitation.

Kakakak!

This!

The messenger unwittingly bit their lip, unable to comprehend how the sword effortlessly evaded his blackened hand, only to pierce his wrist precisely.

The demons body, hardened to a steel-like state, cleaved through the empty shell, causing a torrent of blood to pour forth.

What in the world

This was beyond absurd.

How could a man possibly strike with such masterful precision amidst this tumultuous storm of qi?

A gap?

Of course, there will always be gaps in any martial art. No martial art was perfect, but being able to identify these gaps was another matter.

The sheer audacity to pulverize the body with just a touch and strike with such accuracy was shocking.

Meanwhile, achieving such precision with the tip of the sword requires utmost composure.

Where did this man come from?

A short while ago, this man had seemingly unleashed two different forms of qi.

Even if it was a palm technique, the way it was executed and the movements would differ.

But in an instant, the force was released and transformed into a different kind of attack? This was something even the messenger wouldnt dare attempt.

Amidst the chaos, another sword attack was executed.

Since this individual wasnt a disciple of the Wudang sect, he could not possibly learn the Yin-Yang Divine Arts. He, therefore, should not be able to execute techniques with two different attributes.

Kuaaaak!

The messenger cried out in agony as the sword pierced his wrist bone. In that instant, a surge of power emanated from Chung Myungs body.

Puak!

But at that very moment, Chung Myungs sword bent slightly and deflected the dark qi hurtling towards him.

With a gentle push, the sword altered the trajectory of the qi, causing it to narrowly miss Chung Myungs body, like a gap in a bamboo sheet.

Kjwaaang!

The qi that had brushed against Chung Myungs body detonated behind him. In the raging storm, Chung Myungs hair billowed in the air, yet his gaze remained fixed forward.

The messenger couldnt conceal his astonishment.

He was taken aback by Chung Myungs ability to deflect the qi. But what truly astounded him was Chung Myungs unwavering composure throughout the entire ordeal.

Who is this guy?

How could he remain so composed?

It was absolutely impossible unless it was an experienced warrior who had been wandering around Kangho for around 100 years or a former ghost who had survived the battlefields for decades.

But this young kid, who had barely reached manhood, was demonstrating that absurd composure.

I need to kill him.

By any means.

If it continued like this, it was clear that one day, he would become a major obstacle for the Demonic Sect.

I see it now you killed Seol Chun-Sang.

The messenger muttered.

Be it Yo Sa-Heon or Han Yi-Myung beside him, fighting Seol Chun-Sang would be impossible for them.

However, this mans presence alone seemed to answer all of his questions.

You will perish here. You cannot return alive.

Ah, this bastard?

Chung Myung smirked as the messenger uttered blood-soaked threats and gracefully swung his sword.

When did the morons of the Demonic Sect ever become so talkative? After lounging in the North Sea so comfortably, it seems you all have lost your ferocity.

what?

Dont just use your mouth to talk. Attack me, please.

The messengers eyes couldnt calm down and filled with anger.

YOU!

Meanwhile, a disciple from Mount Hua smiled.

Thats Chung Myung.

Seeing him speak in the middle of the fight, it is evident that it is our Chung Myung.

Where will the true nature of a human go?

However, contrary to their words, what they expressed was a sigh of relief. After anxiously observing him fight from behind, they were finally able to release their nervousness.

Being able to voice everything he wanted to say in the midst of battle indicated that he had spare time.

During this moment, Yoon Jong, who had been silently observing, furrowed his brows.

But Sasuk.

Um?

doesnt that messenger appear to be twice as strong as Seol Chun-Sang?

Did they even need to compare to know?

He was several times stronger.

but Chung Myung seemed even more at ease this time. Is that pill really that effective?

Like hell.

Baek Cheon vehemently shook his head.

They had also experienced the incredible power and effectiveness of the pill, but one could not become this strong by consuming just one pill. Moreover, pills did not work in that manner; they did not contribute to ones growth at all.

Amitabha.

Hae Yeon was the one who responded.

It is because we are all unharmed.

Huh?

When Yoon Jong looked at him, Hae Yeon spoke with a serious expression.

It wouldnt have been difficult for disciple Chung Myung to subdue the former Palace Lord without getting hurt if he had taken his time dealing with him. However, if that had happened, some of us, who were already surrounded by skilled warriors or elders of the Ice Palace, could have died or been gravely wounded.

And the North Sea people led by Yo Sa-Heon would have also suffered serious injuries.

That is why he wanted to end the fight quickly, even if it meant enduring significant damage to his body. But now he doesnt have to do that, so he is taking his time to push the opponent.

Those words made Hae Yeons eyes tremble.

Find the best way.

He consistently sought out the best way in every moment and defeated his opponent flawlessly. This was an ideal concept, but not many people put it into practice.

There were numerous paths to choose from, yet people had limitations in what they could do.

This was a task that could only be accomplished due to its clarity.

If one focused their mind on it, they could either aggressively rush towards their opponent or playfully engage with them.

Who could possess both speed, a relaxed demeanor, determination, and the capability to carry it out?

Its not that the sword is powerful.

Hae Yeon felt a shiver run down his spine. The reason for his presence on Mount Hua, following Chung Myung, became clear to him.

The sword itself wasnt strong.

It was the individual who possessed strength.

If Chung Myung were merely someone with a higher level of martial arts expertise, Hae Yeon would have chosen to focus on honing his own skills instead of following Chung Myung.

However, ones strength cannot be developed in isolation.

Hae Yeon studied Chung Myung intently, his gaze filled with seriousness.

Amitabha. That is the type of person he is.

It was at that moment.

What are you doing? Huh, sleeping? I am asking if you are sleeping, you damn shit! Are you planning to use the qi to dig your own grave and sleep in it? Do you think I will allow you to bury your body?

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The disciples of Mount Hua, who witnessed Chung Myungs outburst, collectively turned their gaze towards Hae Yeon. Upon seeing those eyes, Hae Yeon shut his own.

Amitabha.

However, caution filled the messengers eyes this time despite the provocation. He skillfully maneuvered past the shallow taunts of his opponent, but he knew better than to underestimate the power of his opponents sword.

This was not a foe to be taken lightly. The clean blade, steady posture, and unpredictable energy surpassed that of an ordinary man.

Hes no Seol Chun-Sang.

On the surface, the messenger appeared stronger than Seol Chun-Sang.

Even his strength and qi were definitely far superior to the man called Chung Myung. But in the eyes of the messenger, even if he had fought Chung Myung a thousand times, he couldnt see a way to win.

It would amount to nothing.

However, these kinds of thoughts did not allow him to exploit the gap until the end.

And

That strength,

It was nothing, but every time his demonic qi, which should overpower the opponent, collided with this specific mans qi, it was pushed away.

It was like encountering the ultimate adversary.

This unfamiliar sensation piqued the messengers curiosity.

However

Thuuddd!

In no time, a malevolent aura enveloped the messengers entire being, and blood gleamed from his eyes.

Only one arm.

And he would seize the ice crystals along with Chung Myungs life!

AKKKK!

He bellowed like a beast and charged towards Chung Myung. His astonishingly swift movements resembled that of a black lightning bolt.

Chung Myungs eyes widened.

Perhaps hes not as foolish as I initially believed?

It appeared that the strategy had shifted.

Recognizing his inability to contend with Chung Myung, the man opted to overwhelm him with both speed and brute strength, harnessing chaotic power.

In exchange for forfeiting a flawless victory, he resolved to eliminate his opponent, even at the cost of sustaining injuries.

Exactly.

Chung Myung displayed a sinister smile.

This is the Demonic Sect!

Kakakak!

The sword he wielded scraped against the ground, emitting a wild cry.

Chaaak!

Chung Myung forcefully spurred the ground and charged straight towards his opponent.

Prrr!

The sword once again sprouted Red Plum blossoms.

Soon, the Seven Plum Swords and the Plum Blossom Wall merged and spread numerous times.

Instantly, the net-like wall of plum blossoms overlapped dozens of times, forming an immensely sturdy sword qi barrier.

However,

Kwaang!

The messenger slammed into the wall that Chung Myung had built without hesitation.

Kakakakakaka!

In an instant, the wall that had become harder than steel was cut into a jumbled mess. The body, as if covered in blades, began to crack.

But these wounds meant nothing to the man.

YOUUUUU!

The messenger, covered in wounds, broke through the wall and punched Chung Myung.

Kwaaang!

An enormous power filled the air as the black demonic qi clashed with Chung Myungs sword. Rather than a violent explosion, Chung Myung was forced backward, coughing up blood.

I wont spare your life!

The messenger, consumed by madness, charged at Chung Myung with lightning speed.