Return of the Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 877

Novel Return Of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 877

“Hiik!”

So Janggye’s face was horribly distorted.

‘What the hell, are these people!’

Young swordsmen wearing black martial attire rushed forward. Of course, he wasn’t flustered by the situation itself. Everyone gathered here has gone through hardships. Battles of this level are something that happens whenever people are bored in Gangnam.

What really perplexed him was the absurd sharpness of their swords that could not be explained by common sense.

Furthermore.

Kagak! Kagagak!

The swords that collided flowed along his dao and pierced the back of his hand.

“Eek!”

So Janggye let out a pained groan and hurriedly pulled his arm back. However, as soon as his dao retreated, the sword that was aiming for the back of his hand changed direction in an instant. And it made dozens of sword strikes, targeting his upper body.

So Janggye desperately swung his sword to fend off the attack and kept retreating.

‘It’s impossible!’

Being strong was understandable. Mount Hua may not belong to the Ten Great Sects, but the fact that they once fought over the position of the greatest sword sect in the world is now widely known.

But this is not just a matter of discussing strength.

‘They’re very skilled.’

Ridiculously, their swords moved as if they had been on the battlefield for decades. One moment the sword was aimed at his arm, the next it was right in front of his neck. When he tried to block it, his knee was slashed.

It seemed like he was going to strike hard, but then he slowly retreated and stabbed quickly, and the sword that flew toward his face like a flash of lightning changed direction and struck his chest.

“Kuak!”

In the end, blood spurted out from the long-cut chest. So Janggye, who screamed in pain, gritted his teeth.

“You, you… you dog!”

He couldn’t understand.

Even the swordsmanship itself is terrifying. It felt like being toyed with in the palm of someone’s hand. What they are showing is closer to the sword of Evil Sects rather than the sword of Righteous Sects.

But what is even more shocking than that is the look in the eyes of those who use such a sword.

Battlefield is like a monster, eating people.

No matter how calm you are, it is normal to not be able to maintain your usual composure on a battlefield where blood is gushing out before your eyes and people are constantly dying. Naturally, strength would flow into one’s arm, and the swordsmanship would become increasingly aggressive.

But these guys’ eyes didn’t change at all, like they were old soldiers who had gone through hundreds of battles (??(??)). Far from being excited, they maintained perfect control over their swords.

‘What kind of training would produce such…’

But there was no time to think anymore. This is because the opponent’s sword flew towards his eyes.

“Keuk!”

So Janggye’s face turned red as he narrowly avoided the flying sword by twisting his head.

“You son of a beast!”

Uuuuung.

His dao emitted crimson energy. No matter how incomprehensible the opponent may be, they were still young. Therefore, he decided that it would be better to suppress them with force rather than confront them clumsily.

As a man who had been through a lot on the battlefield, the judgment he made in that short moment was clearly accurate.

Kagagang!

The sword and the dao met in the air with a sharp sound.

‘This punk!’

So Janggye gritted his teeth and pressed down with his dao. For a moment, a look of confidence and arrogance flashed in his eyes.

No matter how skillfully the opponent swings his sword, even if his swordsmanship reaches a mysterious level he has never seen before, the person wielding the sword is still nothing more than a young, inexperienced swordsman There is no way he can beat the experienced guy in terms of amount and strength of internal strength. If he just overpowers him, the kid won’t stand a chance!

“I’ll split you in two……”

At that moment, a faint smile appeared on the face of the opponent who was crossing swords with him.

‘Huh?’

So Janggye’s eyes widened slightly.

Smiling in this situation?

“This stupid fool!”

So Janggye, feeling a sudden chill, exerted all his strength to push down his dao. Even if he couldn’t split the opponent in two, he intended to crush the opponent under the weight of his dao.

But…

Gagagak! Gagagagagagak

The sound of friction between the sword and the dao scratched the ear.

Kagagak!

Then, at that moment, So Janggye knew something was going terribly wrong. He had no choice but to realize it.

‘Why?’

The opponent’s sword wouldn’t budge.

Although he was pressing down with all his might, with all his internal strength, the thin sword blocking his dao did not push back even an inch. As if he were a stone statue, he held his sword firmly in place.

An immovable sword. And the emotionless eyes beneath them.

While So Janggye was clearly the one exerting pressure, he was also the one feeling the pressure.

“U- Uwaaaaaaaakh!”

So Janggye pressed down his sword with all his might.

Kagagagagak!

Sparks flew as the sword and dao clashed. But that was all. There was a slight sense of pushing the opponent back, but the sword was still firmly blocking his dao.

And at that moment.

The corner of the damn Mount Hua’s brat’s mouth curled up slightly, and at the same time, the sword that was facing his dao swiftly pulled back.

The moment the balance of the tense confrontation was broken, So Janggye, who had been pushing down his dao with all his might, stumbled as if he was being sucked forward.

Kwang!

Then, Mount Hua’s swordsman, who had pulled his sword back, struck So Janggye’s blade with an incomparable force.

“Kuok!”

So Janggye, which had been leaning forward, was sent flying backward in a disoriented state.

The force transmitted through the dao twisted his wrist and even his shoulder. His whole arm went numb as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt.

‘Cra- Crazy!’

He was pushed back? By strength?

No, this was more of a technique than strength. But the fact that he was pushed back remained unchanged.

It felt like his head was flipping upside down due to the incomprehensible situation. In addition, the eerie feeling he got from the opponent cooled down his boiling anger and blood.

And then, at that moment, a very faint sound grazed So Janggye’s ears as he was stumbling backward.

The faint yet tickling sound, similar to the sound of snow piling up, pierced his ears clearly even on the chaotic battlefield.

Sararak.

So Janggye opened his eyes wide.

Mount Hua’s sword seemed to shake lightly in the air, and at the edge of his sword, flowers like an illusion began to bloom.

‘N- No…’

He instinctively felt that it was dangerous, but he was given no time to lunge forward again as he leaned back to lessen the impact from his dao.

Sarararak!

The flowers that bloomed softly in the air swayed as if they had been struck by the wind, and soon began scattering petals in all directions.

‘This is…’

He had heard of it before.

A sword that blooms flowers.

A sword that once ruled the world, but has now become a forgotten legend. And at some point, began to make its name known throughout the world again. Mount Hua’s swordsmanship.

“Plum, Plum Blossom Sword…”

Hwaaaaak!

The scattered petals began to fly towards him.

“…Damn it.”

Feeling the sensation of a thin plum leaf digging into his body, a helpless sigh escaped his mouth.

“Group up! Damn it, these bastards are no joke!”

“Don’t face them alone! Group up!”

Making a name for yourself in Evil Sects is not as easy as one might think. The more notoriety you gain, the more frequent fights you have, and the more work you have to do to maintain that reputation.

Those who are here have survived more than a dozen of such battles. They may not have had a great view of the battlefield, but their survival instincts were clear.

Those who saw the front row collapse in an instant made a quick decision. Those who dismissed the enemy as a child and fought alone are now falling down, spewing blood.

Considering the reputation they had, it happened so quickly and cruelly.

‘Facing them one-on-one is suicide!’

It is absurd to have to make such a judgment, but he cannot deny what he saw with his own eyes. What matters at any time is survival, not pride.

“Let’s fight together in twos or threes!”

The conclusion they reached was simple. Those guys are definitely strong. But they have probably never experienced such chaotic warfare. It was judged that if they formed a group and put pressure on their opponents, the battlefield would become tangled, and at that time, they would be at a much greater advantage as they could stab their opponents in the back.

For a conclusion made in such a short moment, it was a very good decision.

The only mistake was that they didn’t know who they were up against.

Kaang! Kaaaang!

Sword against sword. Sword against dao. And sword against spear.

After confirming that the opponent’s skill was formidable, the Evil Sects first tried to focus on blocking the opponent’s sword. They’ve already confirmed that if they make a clumsy attack against that sword that captivates one’s eyes, your neck will be cut without you even noticing it.

‘How about this!’

However, at that moment, things they had never imagined began to happen.

Kagak!

As soon as the sword and the dao hit each other, tremendous internal strength emanated from the sword and twisted their weapons.

It did not simply bounce it off. The sword that clinged to their dao as if some sort of adhesive had been applied on it suddenly yanked their weapons to the side.

‘What?’

Just when he began to wonder why they were doing this.

Paaaaaat!

An enormous speed of sword energy flies in right below the arm of the swordsman who had twisted his sword.

“Heok!”

Those who were frightened tried to pull away, but Mount Hua’s sword attached to the weapon held on and had no intention of letting go.

“Aargh!”

“Aaaaaakh!”

Sama Ho’s (???(???)) face was drained of blood.

“You, you lunatics…….”

What they did was too absurd to be called a combination.

The fact that the swords flew from behind as soon as the front twisted their arms means that those who stabbed the swords from behind moved ahead of those in front.

Those who were at the back assumed that the people in front would naturally twist their arms, so they sent their swords flying.

Even if they were off by an inch, the sword energy would have sliced not them but the arms of their comrades!

‘They’re insane.’

Those who sent their sword energy flying without a single moment’s hesitation, or those who fearlessly ordered to send sword energy toward their own arms without the slightest hesitation.

These guys are out of their minds.

But the effect alone was enormous. First of all, those who tried to hold out and change the situation retreated endlessly while splattering blood.

At that moment, the swordsmen who were at the back instantly leaped over those in the front, scattering dozens of sword energies in mid-air.

“Blo- Block them!”

“Damn it! You piece of shit!”

Those who were wounded in various places did not even think about taking care of their wounds and hurriedly swung their weapons. Isn’t it all too obvious what would happen if they couldn’t block those sword energies?

But the combination didn’t end there.

“Aaaargh!”

“My foot!”

Those who were at the front began to sweep their legs low in the air.

One was above their heads, and the other was low near the ground.

Blocking the sword energies coming simultaneously from two different directions was not an easy task. The link between top and bottom, rather than left and right, instantly doubled the power of their swordsmanship.

‘H- How?’

They hadn’t even exchanged glances. There was no brief conversation, nor was there any signal for a shout.

But those crazy guys were executing their combinations as if they were perfectly coordinated as if gears meshed together precisely. As if they were all one body.

“This, this is insane! You damn bastaaaaaards!”

Just then, a bizarre spectacle entered the eyes of the explosively shouting Sama Ho.

In a flash, those who had been pressing them suddenly changed direction and retreated to the sides.

‘What?’

An unreasonable act that seems to give away the victory that was upon them.

Sama Ho stared at the scene blankly.

Sararararak!

And then he saw it.

At the edges of the swordsmen’s swords, flowers like the patterns engraved on their chests bloom splendidly.

Those who could only retreat due to the overwhelming momentum simply stared blankly at the plum blossoms blooming again and again. There was nothing that could be done now. Even though they knew clearly that the flower that was growing fearfully was more deadly and dangerous than anything else.

“…Mount Hua.”

The vivid petals that fly in every corner of the eye. An empty laugh burst from Sama Ho’s mouth as he realized that each leaf was made of sword energy.

‘We can deal with Mount Hua Sect at any time, he said? Gal Cheonrip, that crazy bastard….’

If there were a hundred people using crazy sword techniques like this, it would be no different from Hell than Dragon’s Pond and Tiger’s Den. From the moment they willingly set foot in that hell, their fate had been determined.

The blooming petals flew all at once.

‘Beautiful.’

The Rain of Plum Blossoms (?(???)) began to pour down, filling the sky and mercilessly digging into the bodies of the enemies.