Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Chap 964

“Kill them all!”

Black Dragon King roared with all his might. His face was terribly distorted as he watched the swordsmen of the Namgung Family fight as if they had regained their fighting spirit.

'Damn it.'

Their exhaustion was the same as before. No, it was even worse than then.

However, only the eyes were completely different. Unlike the time when they were completely consumed by the fear of death, their eyes are now full of miasma.

Of course, it wouldn't be difficult to annihilate them, but the damage would inevitably increase. Because those who are prepared for death are bound to be that terrible.

"Stupid b*stard… … .”

Black Dragon King gritted his teeth.

Why did you drag the time to do something that would eventually come to pass? Didn't you come out and talk like you were proud, but didn't you only see the loss as a result?

Black Dragon King looked up at the Yangtze River with glistening eyes.

His eyes saw a small boat slowly making its way through the waves of the Yangtze River. The boat looked so relaxed, as if it had nothing to do with the scene of the gruesome slaughter taking place right in front of its eyes.

“… damn it!”

What angered him the most was not the fact that Jang Il-so twisted things as they were. Even though the damage to the Water Canal was increased because of the things Jang Il-so had done, he was the one who did not dare to ask about this.

Cringe.

Surely their relationship wasn't like this when he arrived in Yangtze, but where did things go wrong?

Black Dragon King's eyes were filled with ferocious anger.

The soaring anger has to be released somehow.

“Tear them all apart and kill them! all! Don't let them die easily! Let them die while feeling the price of daring to stand against the Water Canal!”

And his anger poured furiously toward the Namgung Family.

𝐹𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻!

Sharply sharpened and loaded with strength, the harpoon easily pierced the hardened human body.

“Oh … .”

Seeing that his clothes, which had already been drenched in blood and turned dark red, were now drenched with fresh blood, a lowly pleasure filled the pirate’s eyes.

The enemy twisted the harpoon he had stabbed. No matter how great one is, at the moment when a harpoon is stabbed in their stomach, all of them would struggle in pain and collapse on the spot.

However,

"Ugh… … .”

The swordsman of the Namgung Family, who had been pierced by the harpoon, suddenly smiled. The moment his blood-soaked teeth were exposed, the iron sword in his hand cut through the air like a beam of light.

𝐹𝑊𝐻𝑂𝑂𝑆𝐻!!

Kwagak!

The sound of swords cutting bone rang dully, and the neck of the pirate that had been torn soared into the air.

The swordsman, who was staggering forward as if about to fall, used his bloodstained sword against the ground and forcibly raised his trembling head.

“Cough!”

The one who stabbed him is now a headless corpse, but the harpoon is still stuck in his body. The swordsman of Namgung swung his sword without hesitation and cut off the stem of the harpoon.

𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨𝘨!

Cutting a harpoon that is stuck through your body is no different from a double-edged sword.

Although he’ll be able to move his body right away, the remaining harpoon point will dig deeper with each move he makes.

But what does it matter?

What awaits him anyway is death, so what difference does it make if he has a few of those tips stuck in his corpse?

Two harpoons had already been stuck in his stomach. All of the fingers of the left hand were severed, and the pain in the deeply cut shoulder is no longer felt. The deepest wound is the thigh. Blood flows like a stream from the severed blood vessels.

But that doesn't matter either.

'This i's nothing.'

Miasma welled up in his eyes.

'The Patriarch passed away even more miserably!'

At least I won't collapse until I drive ten harpoons into this body. If there is only death left anyway, he must receive one more attack from the one standing next to him or the one standing behind him.

Swaaeek!

In the blurry vision, he caught a glimpse of the flying harpoons. Not one, but two... . no, five?

Knowing will be of no use. No matter how many harpoons there are, it's impossible to stop them anyway.

Namgung’s swordsman, Namgung Pyo, stomped on the ground and swung his sword. An attack that ignores defense. No matter how many harpoons pierce the body, it is an attack with the determination to drag those pirates to hell with him.

Ptork! Ptork! Chwak!

The sound of a harpoon piercing the body and the sound of a sword cutting through the flesh resonated at the same time.

“… … .”

Namgung Pyo's consciousness slowly faded as he felt the cold metal penetrate his neck.

The world darkens and death is approaching.

For a moment, he thought he was lucky his throat was pierced. Because he really hates himself screaming pitifullly.

𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑑.

The feeling of the floor touching the ground was dull and faint. Feeling that the world was gradually being covered in darkness, he stretched his body.

It’s comfortable.

It's so comfortable, he just wanted to rest like this. Yes, just like this….

But at that moment, Namgung Pyo widened his eyes. And he grabbed the sword that was already broken in half. The pirates, who had already thought he was dead, had trampled on him.

Namgung-pyo swung his sword despite his face dug in the sand, exposing blood-soaked teeth.

“Aaaaaaagh!”

“You son of a bitch!”

Taken aback by the unexpected attacks that flew from the ground, the pirates grabbed their legs and collapsed. Seeing this, Namgung Pyo giggled. No, he was trying to laugh.

Ptork! Ptork! Ptork!

But he couldn't. Having been pierced by dozens of harpoons and turned into a hedgehog, he couldn not afford to laugh anymore.

'Young Patriarch... please... take care… .'

Thud.

Another life forever lied in the Yangtze River.

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

The swordsmen of the Namgung family were like ghosts.

Martial arts realm is not something that can be changed by desire alone. Developing martial arts is not a will, but an effort.

But now, the swordsmen of the Namgung family were shaking such Kang Ho's common sense.

Even when the harpoon pierces the eyes, they still swung the swords. Even if a harpoon pierces the stomach and protrudes from the back, they still do not let out a single scream.

All that came out of their mouths was an angry roar.

"Die! You dogs of Evil!”

“I’ll show you how Namgung’s swordsman dies!”

The pirates have also prided themselves on being second to none when it comes to fighting spirit. Didn't they surely corner Namgung like a frightened dog in the last battle?

However, at this moment, they were clearly being overwhelmed by the relatively few swordsmen of the Namgung Family.

Is there any other scene that is so appropriate to the words of ignoring death and running into it?

Those who wield a sword with one hand supporting the viscera dripping from the stomach, those who hold a broken sword with their bare hands and wield it like crazy, and even those who slash their opponents' ankles even when they fall down.

It was clear that the word ‘hell’ was born for this moment.

And in the middle of that worldy hell, Namgung Myung was swinging his sword like a madman.

Kwadeuk!

A harpoon dug into his shoulder with a terribly ghastly sound. But Namgung Myung didn't even blink an eye and cut the enemy's heart in front of him with his ironsword.

"Come!"

Unlike that bloody cry, his heart was full of sorrow.

There is nothing wrong with giving one's life. Because he was already dead. When Namgung Hwang gave up his life in this Yangtze River, he was the one who should have died first to open the way in front of him.

The only reason he continued to live this harsh life was because of Namgung Hwang's orders.

But… … .

“Kkeuk!”

Each time he heard the suppressed moans digging into his ears, it was as if his heart was ripped out into hundreds of pieces. The moaning of those who died biting their tongues to avoid showing weakness to the enemy was more painful than screaming and more sorrowful than crying.

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

An angry scream erupted from Namgung Myung's mouth. His sword now had deviated from path of the Namgung Family's sword and began to draw a convulsive trajectory.

One day, one who hold the sword will die by the sword. Among these people standing here, how could there be anyone who doesn't prepare that thought?

But… … .

'It's sad.'

Before he knew it, tears fell from both of Namgung Myung's eyes.

In this lonely and hellish place where no one reached out a hand, the people dying without even screaming were so sad. No matter how hard he tried to hold it in, tears just kept flowing.

Will the world understand their sorrow?

Will the world remember their deaths?

“Kuhh… … .”

A voice that sounded like both moaning and crying escaped from Namgung Myung's mouth.

“Keuk–… ugh... … .”

A moan leaked from the mouth of a Namgung’s swordsman with a large sword stuck in his chest. Another man whose arm was pierced and could no longer hold the sword, threw away the sword he had been holding all his life and flew to grab the pirates in front of him and sagging.

To save even one person standing behind him, even for just one more moment.

Namgung Myung laughed like a madman.

"Why… .”

Get an egg to fight a stone.

It is already under siege on all sides. No matter how many times he swung his sword, the number of enemies did not decrease. Compared to the number of pirates they had killed, the number of enemies swarming in was many times higher.

No matter how hard they try and how determined they are, they can't do it alone.

'Are you watching?'

Namgung Myung blankly turned his head toward the riverside. Towards Shaolin and Gupa, who are clearly watching their end from beyond.

"Are you…are you still watching? You bastaaaards!”

Kwadeuk! Kwadeuk!

As the spasmodic swing of the sword sliced ​​through the enemy's body, several harpoons flew at him.

“Squad leadeeerrr!”

Harpoons flew towards his face at terrifying speed.

“Protect!”

“Protect the Squad leader!”

The members of the heavenly Sword Squad Corps immediately threw their bodies to protect Namgung Myung. He desperately threw his sword and deflected the harpoon, and with blocked the attack at Namgung Myung with his outstretched arm.

Namgung Myung screamed.

“What are you doing! These stupid bastards!”

They shouldn't die like this. These are the ones who shouldn't die so fleetingly. They don’t deserve to die so tragically in this place.

Some will become the heroes of the Namgung Family, and some will become renowned swordsmen in the world. At least, they will become father to a child or and someone's close friend.

But why did they have to die in vain like this?

“Uh, uh… … .”

He screamed and tried to run away, but the leg that had been pierced by the harpoon couldn't move anymore. He was one of the most worn out people here, having given all his internal energyto the wounded over the past few days.

It was clearly visible in his eyes as he sat down on the spot. The sight of dozens of harpoons penetrating the backs of those blocking the front of him.

"Ugh… … .”

A spray of blood covered his face as he was pushed back by the harpoon.

The moment hot blood poured down his face, he thought he was about to get burned. But how could that be compared to the pain that had been burning inside his heart.. … .

“Hah… … .”

Namgung Myung laughed helplessly, sobbed as if in despair, and then tore his own hair. Finally, his head drooped down. Just like a criminal put his head right on the guillotine before being beheaded.

He was trying to be proud. He wanted to be confident until the last moment.

But… … It was too much for Namgung Myung.

'Patriarch. I… .'

He couldn't even cry anymore.

'… … I couldn't protect Namgung.'

After all, all people are the same.

When there is something so earnest that cannot be achieved by their own strength, one simply wishes for it.

Close your eyes, lower your head, hold your hands and just pray earnestly.

‘Someone… please… .'

A thick sob escaped from Namgung Myung's mouth.

"Please… help us... … .”

In a cracked voice like scraping iron.

"Please… … .”

It was a word more heartbreaking than any other scream.

However, there was no way that emotion was conveyed to the pirates. A pirate approached Namgung Myung, who had collapsed on the spot as if to pledge for his sin, and laughed at him.

“What a sick b*stard.”

𝘒𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘨!

The harpoon in his hand let out a terrifying cry.

“You want help? Namgung Family sure is funny huh. Since Shaolin has abandoned you, do you think there will be someone to help you here in the Yangtze River?”

Among the pirates, he seemed to have his own position. As he started to walk slowly, the other bandits also kept pace with him.

"To hell with your justice and chivalry. This is the true nature of those Righteous b*stards."

The moment he heard that, Namgungmyung's shoulders trembled.

“Nothing to worry about. Everyone here will die, so the road to the underworld will not be lonely.”

With a deep mockery, the enemy drew back the harpoon in his hand. It seemed like he was going to pierce Namgung Myung's head with one blow.

“DIEEE!”

It was at that moment that the taut harpoon was fired at Namgung Myung's head.

𝘙𝘜𝘔𝘔𝘔𝘉𝘓𝘌!

There was a tremendous piercing sound that seemed to rupture the eardrums. The one who fired the harpoon turned his gaze to the side in fright.

'What?'

What he saw was a huge disk.

no!

Something rotates fiercely like a disk and flies at him... .

'Sword?'

Swaaaeeekkk!

The whole world stopped for a moment.

The figure of the sword came in clearly as it made a huge hole in the sandbank of the Plum Blossom Island.

“… … .”

It was the moment he was about to contort his face at this absurd sight. A line formed from the top of his head to his groin.

Everyone looked at the scene with blank faces.

"Uh… … .”

Sensing the change in his body, the pirate groped his face with trembling hands.

'Blood?'

His palm was soaked with blood. The pirate's eyes began to tremble. The blood that drenched his hands grew more and more. And soon, blood began to flow down his chin.

“No, this can’t… be… … .”

Astonishment and disbelief.

But that's it.

The two wide-eyed eyes began to deviate from each other up and down, and soon the body of the pirate split in two and collapsed to the ground.

𝑇ℎ𝑢𝑑.

For a moment, a chilly silence descended on the Plum Blossom Island.

It was a shocking sight that left even if the air that had been heated by the madness of battle cooled down in an instant. Those who had been gazing blankly at the sight turned their eyes towards one place in unison.

Heading towards the place where the sword that struck the wide Yangtze River and saved Namgung Myung was launched.

And, they saw.

The figure of a man standing on the riverside where the blue Yangtze River rushes like waves.

An unbearable moan escaped from Namgungmyung's mouth.

"Ahh… … ah… … .”

How could he not know?

That black robe.

That red pattern engraved on the left chest like a stream of blood flowing from a passionate heart.

From this distance, even with this blurry vision, it was uncannily clear.

"Mount Hua … … .”

Finally, the name came out of Namgung Myung's mouth.

“Mount Hua’s Sword of Chivalry….”

Chung Myung glared at the boats floating on the Yangtze River and the Plum Blossom Island with dark eyes.

While everyone is silent in this situation.

A man watching from a large boat a short distance from Maehwa Island curled his blood-red lips like the moon of the new year.

"Indeed… … .”

Jang Il-so smiled happily.

“I know that he wouldn’t disappoint me.”