Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 266
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Chapter 266 – Should I Show What A Real Trouble Is? (1)
Kwak Hwan-So flinched as he saw the disciples of Mount Hua rushing in.
‘Are these bastards all stupid?’
This is the ground of Shaolin.
It is known to all that this is the most sacred place for the warriors in the world, and the sect is known to be the most powerful one in the current times.
They did not want to lose the force, so they were holding their position, but the Mount Hua which he thought would back down, was running to him. They too must not want to cause trouble, right?
But what?
‘Why is no one backing up?’
He couldn’t feel any hesitation from Mount Hua. As soon that Chung Myung or someone gave that speech, it was like a command from an army general…
No, rather it was like a boar running.
“Don’t back down!”
Kwak Hwan-So, who had already judged that this situation cannot be changed, he clenched the teeth and shouted
Then, looking at the people rushing to him, his eyes felt weak. Among them those who took the lead were clearly strong.
“Go! Sasuk! Sago! Sahyung!”
BAek Cheon and Yu Yiseol could hear the screaming from behind. It was Yoon Jong and Jo Gul who rushed to the Southern Island.
Of course, there was no sword in the hand, but the force from them was no different.
At that moment, Yoon Jong nudged the shoulder of Baek Cheon who was rushing for Kwak Hwan-So.
“What!”
“I will take care of that bastard, sasuk!”
“There is a hierarchy to follow, a sajil wants to steal the meal of his sasuk?”
“Where is the hierarchy within Mount Hua!”
“Ah, right!”
Baek Cheon pushed Yoon Jong and rushed for Kwak Hwan-So.
“Are these bastards looking down on me?”
Kwak Hwan-So’s eyes were turning red. He was a proud disciple of the Southern Island Sect, and a second class disciple. And he couldn’t stand that the people of Mount Hua were arguing about who deals with him.
“I will kill you! you bugs!”
Kwak Hwan-So, whose anger was reaching the limit, ran for Baek Cheon.
Swish!
There was qi on his fist as he flew for Baek Cheon.
The one punch which the Southern Island Sect is known for.
It was a thing of turbulence.
And such a powerful blow that even the most known disciple of other sects couldn’t face.
Unfortunately, Baek Cheon was someone who had been hit hundreds of times.
Seeing kwak hwan-So’s fist, Baek Cheon lightly waved his hand and gently swept the arm of Kwak Hwan-So and pushed it too the side.
“Uh?”
Kwak Hwan-So’s fist which had been flying swiftly towards the opponent’s face, was deflected with a simple gesture.
‘W-what is this?’
And in his eyes, he could see the image of Baek Cheon moving.
The body rotated at once.
Soon, the fist was clenched by Baek Cheon and with a clea sound of cutting through the air, he came for Kwak Hwan-So’s jaw.
Thud!
And the fist hit the face and a strange sound like hitting a drum was heard.
Kwak Hwan-So didn’t even get to scream and bounced back, and his body spun like a top in the air and crashed into the wall.
Bang!
Southern Island sect disciples all stopped moving.
Their gaze was on their great sahyung who fell.
‘What?’
‘What just happened?’
Shock and disappointment at the same time in their eyes. It was an unbelievable sight to see.
“Sahyung…?”
“Oh my… in one hit?”
The disciples all rubbed their eyes and looked at Kwak Hwan-So who was foaming from the mouth.
One hit.
Just one hit.
‘How could sahyung lose consciousness in one hit?’
If the opponent is the disciple of Shaolin who learns combat, then they could understand. But this was a sect which depended on swords.
To Mount Hua?
Baek Cheon clicked his tongue as he saw the disciples of Southern Island who couldn’t accept this reality.
“Who do you think you are punching right from ahead? I have been a thousand times.”
It is said that I got hit so many times though.
Yoon Jong whispered.
“Sasuk. That isn’t something you should be proud of.”
In particular being hit by a sajil is even worse.
“Ahem!”
Baek Cheon coughed at it.
“There is no need to talk! Wipe them off!”
“Yes!
The disciple of Mount Hua who were now given morale moved to attack the disciple of Southern Island.
The disciples of Southern Island who saw their sahyung get taken down with just one hit, and now they had to handle the disciples of Mount Hua?
“Ahhhh!”
The disciples of Mount Hua armed with their strong muscles, pushed ahead.
“You bastards!”
“Try speaking again, you fucking idiots!”
These were the people who got hit to the bone, they were the ones who ignored the disciples of Mount Hua, and for Mount Hua this was no different from any other day.
They have been training for 6 months, they were prisoners caught by that one man, and now they came all the way here and were given a chance to give that pain.
Now, they no longer felt angry for being ignored from time to time.
But it was completely different to be ignored by that idiot in Mount Hua and thoe from outside.
“I didn’t mean to say it, but I don’t like it.”
“What? Nine Great Sects? Since when did the fucking Nine Great Sects and Southern Island Sect get the right to ignore Mount Hua?”
The name of Nine Great Sects was like a taboo for the disciples of Mount Hua, and the anger which was sleeping within began to surface.
JO Gul grabbed the face of the disciples of Southern Island and threw him to the floor.
Thud!
“Kuak!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
And Ju Gul began to hammer the human head to the ground and looked for the next prey.
“You!”
Ad as he discovered his new prey, and was about to swing his fists, Yoon Jong appeared from the side and took down the prey with a neat kick.
Puak!
“Ah….”
Seeing the eyes of the prey close, Jo Gul was wide eyed.
“No, that was my target! Sahyung!”
However, Yoon Jong pretended to not listen and went for his next target like a starving beast.
“Ugh!”
The disciples of the Southern Island sect who noticed it all gulped in fear.
On the surface, they looked like gentlemen but they were in real the demons with sunken eyes looking for sacrifices. With restrained movement, the eyes looked for their next victims.
“N-No what do we do?”
“What?”
“Y-You are a sword sect.”
Sword Sect.
A term referring to a sect which teaches sword.
There is a limit to human abilities and not everyone can do every thing, so there are bound to be those who depend on weapons and those on close combat.
No matter how they saw it, this Mount Hua sect looked like they were used to close combat.
‘Then…?’
Are their bodies the ones which mainly use combat? Well, they have narrow shoulders and their forearms are full of muscles.
“So what?”
Yoon Jong smiled and slowly approached the disciple.
“You expect us to draw the swords? It would be a shame if we cannot make you roll on the ground in your own way.”
We have all been living a life of hell because of a certain someone. Have you ever climbed up a cliff with no safety rope?
Once that happens, the world you see looks changed.
“Y-You, scammer….”
“Then go and complain to the officials, you bastard!”
Yoon Jong kicked with his leg and the person who fell stopped swinging the fists.
Jo Gul looked at him in delight.
‘You are fighting well, sahyung.’
That bastard is a taoist. Sigh…
He glanced around.
It wasn’t just Yoon Jong. The disciples of Mount Hua were one sidedly beating the opponnts.
First of all, the main factor was the first punch of Baek Cheon which took down their great sahyung, and although they are famous disciples of a famous sect, these ones looked like it was their first time in a real fight.
“Experience makes the difference! Experience! You bastards!”
This means that Chung Myung rushed into them at once and kept punching them to death and throwing them down the cliffs all had a use!
While everyone was running rampant, there were a few who stood out.
First of course, Baek Cheon.
“How dare you curse out Mount Hua? Come here. Come here when I speak nicely you idiot.”
Baek Cheon was calling all those who made fun of Mount Hua and hitting them.
He was the one who suffered the most in the hands of Chung Myung back in Mount Hua. That is why he looks so much like Chung Myung now…
‘I hate it. but they are so alike!’
It was almost like it… he is just a taller and handsome version of Chung Myung.
Jo Gul, unable to see it, turned his head. And there came another terrifying sight.
Clench!
Yu Yiseol kicking.
And when Jo Gul saw that, he closed his eyes feeling bad for the opponent.
“Ack…”
The disciple of the Southern Island sect, grabbed the crotch and groaned sadly as he fell. Even JO Gul wanted to cry for him.
He wanted to run out and pat the man on his back for enduring this. A hidden compassion was coming out for him.
However, Yu Yiseol searched for the next victim with cold eyes.
‘Sago… you look angry.’
Well.
In terms of the love of Mount Hua, isn’t she the one who is known to be the most loyal?
And if such a person had to witness others curse Mount Hua… this situation was something those idiots brought upon themselves.
“How dare this bitch!”
“What?”
Yi Yiseol’s kick went to the man who rushed to her by cursing her. She grabbed the head of the guy and began to hit him constantly.
Puck! Puck! Puck!
Jo Gul turned his head again.
‘I am sorry kids.’
Turns out, I should have told you in advance just how radical the people in Mount Hua were, especially her.
Bitch? Woman?
Well you see Mount Hua treats al equal.
And there is one more person doing the unexpected tings.
“You Southern Island sucking bastard!”
Tang Soso got onto the shoulders of a disciple of the Southern Island and kept knocking on the head with fists.
Puck!
“Let’s pierce that mouth of yours too!”
puck!
“You are going to die for real!”
Each time she hits, she gives them a piece of her mind and then hits.
The half year training she went through under Chung Myung had entirely changed her character, she gave up the beautiful sword and was punching them like any other disciple of Mount Hua.
“Die! Die!”
Ah, her personality had changed too.
Jo Gul smiled.
‘I have nothing to do.’
Not a single one of Mount Hua was being cornered. Everyone had straight backs and kept charging at the others by banging their heads to the ground or kicking them.
As a result, the Southern Island Sect disciples got unilaterally hit.
And the person who did this…
“Good job! Good! Right! Waist, go for the waist! No, you need to hit here on the head! What did you even learn in the meantime!”
He was behind, stirring up more mess.
He was at the back with a jerky in hand and squatting down as he shouted.
“Ahhh!”
“S-step back! You bastards are crazy!”
“Call someone! Call Someone!”
The disciples of Southern Island sect who were being cornered were retreating reluctantly. But the disciples of Mount Hua pursued them like hungry supreme-rulers.
“Where are you running!”
“Come here you bastard! You get hit more if you get caught running!”
And they began to surround the fleeing ones.
As the siege turned narrower, the faces of the victims turned pale blue.
“Kee trying. You seem to have energy left within you.”
“W-what what what what was that? the one who got kicked out of the Nine Great Sects? Say that again.”
The disciples of Southern Island were exhausted from being hit one before. They couldn’t even understand what was happening.
‘No- how…’
Is this even possible?
No matter how well they have trained their bodies, these people are the disciple of Southern Island Sect. but now the Mount Hua was smashing them like bugs?
This had to be a dream.
However, the violently closing in image of the Mount Hua disciples told the this was no dream.
“H-How?”
“… why are you asking me?”
The disciples of Mount Hua were smiling like bandits.
The very moment the disciples of the Southern island sect closed their eyes, not knowing what to do.
“What are you all doing here!”
with a loud shout, a middle aged man in a yellow robe came.