Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 1793



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Volcanic Return

Episode 1793. That’s the answer. (3)
“……uh?”

Jo-geol’s gaze turned to one side. Nam-gung’s sword energy was rising brilliantly.

This time, my gaze turned to the other side. Jongnam’s sword, which was truly heavy, was blocking the enemy like a mountain.

Hegemony and weight.

Two similar but distinctly different swords rained down on the enemy as if competing with each other.

“Ohhhhhhhhh!”

The moment the two swords opened their path, the nearby Cheonwoo Alliance members who had been cowering began to face the enemy with renewed courage.

“No, no!”

Jo-geol shouted, swinging his sword in a hurry.

“Look at that, that! Isn’t that what we were going to do? Since the executioner was delaying, those guys struck first!”

“… … .”

“We’ve been waiting for the order!

“You damn fool, you damn fool! You little punk! Is that an expression that a little bastard who saw a rabbit can use to describe a Buddhist temple? Just do this!”

Yoon Jong grabbed the back of Jo Geol’s head and slapped his lips. Jo Geol, who had been turning his head without much resistance, must have thought that his remarks were harsh, and shouted again.

“Well, that’s not important right now! We have to do something!”

“I’m doing it now, so stay still.”

“Yes? No, how can you do anything by just sitting still?”

“That’s what I’m doing now.”

Jo-geol’s face suddenly distorted. It was an expression that seemed to ask, ‘Has this gentleman finally lost his mind?’ Yoon-jong, whose expression was so blatant that it was almost offensive, was about to say something when Im So-byeong nodded and intervened.

“Hmm. Yun Jong Dojang definitely doesn’t seem like a person from Hwasan.”

He tapped my head with the end of the fan.

“No, no… … . Is it because all the gentlemen who have led the volcano up until now were not in their right minds… … ?”

Lim So-byeong muttered for a moment and then shook his head, saying, “I don’t know what this is either.” Then he gave a short comment.

“Not a bad decision.”

“No. This guy has lost his taste too! It’s not bad, but it’s not bad at all!”

The tearful Jo-Geol pointed forward almost as if stabbing.

“Can’t you see? I’m telling you that it’s just a part of it! At a time like this, shouldn’t we step forward and completely change the situation? Now is the chance!”

Lim So-byeong looked at Jo-geol with a curious look.

“oh.”

“Oh. You’re saying the same thing, you little bastard!”

“Hold on! Hold on!”

“Calm down, Death Penalty! We’re in the middle of a war!”

The people around him were trying to stop the rampaging Jo-geol. Im So-byeong chuckled as he watched the scene.

“You saw it exactly. Now is the time to act.”

“So! But why on earth do you want to be here?”

“That’s because Jo-Geol Dojo said so.”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

Jo-geol blinked. Im-so-byeong smiled brightly.

“How could others not know what even the Jogeol Dojo knows?”

“Well… … .”

Jo-Geol flinched. Then he turned his gaze elsewhere and began to look around.

Soon, Lim So-byeong’s voice, almost like a sigh, was heard in his ear.

“It’s not just the people here who want to run wild, whether it’s orders or not. Who is to blame for this?”

“That idiot… … .”

The sound of this grinding was clearly heard.

Jin Geum-ryong’s eyes were fixed on Song Baek’s back. He must have heard Jang Moon-in’s order not to act rashly, but that thoughtless guy was standing in front and facing the enemy.

“capital punishment!”

“If you give me the order, I will drag you out!”

Several of the Jongnam disciples nearby noticed Jin Geum-ryong’s gaze and quickly spoke.

However, Jin Geum-ryong simply glared at Song-baek without giving any specific instructions. In this situation, the other disciples of Jong-nam had no choice but to remain silent for now.

The figure of Song Baek facing the enemy was seen.

It is far from flashy, but it is stronger than any sword in the world. It blocks the pouring attacks like an iron wall. Its sturdiness even took the breath away of those watching from behind.

“……amazing.”

Someone muttered as if possessed. Jin Geum-ryong frowned slightly and looked at him. The person who realized his slip of the tongue belatedly lowered his head in surprise.

Jin Geum-ryong didn’t say anything this time either. He just gave him a look. However, even though he didn’t seem particularly angry or reprimanding, his gaze was extremely uncomfortable.

After a while, Jin Geum-ryong turned his gaze back to Song Baek.

The 36 Swords of the World. Jongnam’s Sword.

‘When did you become like that… … .’

Even Jin Geum-ryong couldn’t deny it. It was hard to find a flaw in the sword that Lee Song-baek displayed. It was enough to make one wonder what it would be like if he were the one to break through that iron wall.

But that was why I couldn’t acknowledge that sword even more.

‘Even if it becomes that great, what difference does it make?’

If you only repeat the past, you will forever remain at the feet of your ancestors. Even if you master the 36 swords of the world, there are clear limitations.

That shouldn’t be the case.

The school must always advance. Then, the school’s sword must also continue to develop. Even if the sword starts out as nothing more than an imitation of the volcano, if it can completely take on its own color and erase the color of the volcano, wouldn’t that also be considered development?

“The whole thing.”

“Yes, death penalty!”

“Follow behind.”

“Okay… … . Yes?”

Jongseohan, who had been reflexively lowering his head, raised his head with a flinch. His eyes were filled with doubt.

“Jongnam’s sword… … I will clearly show you the sword that Jongnam has chosen.”

“Now, wait a minute, Death Penalty! The long-suffering man… …!”

“That volcano guy is running wild, and you want me to just sit back and watch? I’ll take responsibility! Stop talking and just follow me!”

Jin Geum-ryong, who had spoken, rushed forward at an incredible speed without even waiting for a response.

“her…….”

Jongseohan was speechless for a moment and stared blankly at Jin Geumryong’s back.

Phaaaat!

Around the Jin Geum Ryong descending like a bird, pure white black energy fluttered like swirling snowflakes.

“Anyway, that guy’s pride.”

It was extremely lethal. If I had only had the will to not give up, I wouldn’t have been able to unleash such a freezing sword energy.

Perhaps the regret I feel for Jin Dong-ryong and the anger I feel towards the enemies who made him like that are all contained in that sword. Of course, I am the kind of person who would never speak of those feelings even if I died.

Jongseohan shouted.

“What are you doing! Didn’t you hear the death penalty? Follow me!”

“yes!”

The few disciples of Jongnam quickly followed Jin Geumryong and shot forward.

“Anyway… … .”

Jongseohan stared at Song Baek, who was still firmly blocking the enemy at this moment, and Jin Geumryong, who was pushing back the enemy not far away. The contrast between the two was like a drawing of two completely different swords.

Which one is the real Jongnam’s sword?

Well, Jongseohan doesn’t have to worry about that. Those two will give you the answer someday. In order to do that…

Jongseohan gritted his teeth and kicked the ground. A loud scream, more than even he had expected, burst out of his mouth.

“Jongnam is here too!”

First of all, we must win here and now. Even if it means risking everything.

Kuung!

“after!”

The sword of Mujin vibrated slightly.

‘Is that right?’

I wasn’t sure about that. That’s why I couldn’t figure out why he was standing there.

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Kuung!

Even though his injury had not fully healed yet, just standing at the front was overwhelming and burdensome for him.

Given the circumstances, encouraging those around me was out of the question.

Crunch!

The enemy’s sword grazed his face. A burning pain spread through him.

‘That’s dangerous.’

He knows it too. This action may be right, but it is not wise. The shaman has lost the long text and the empty space. If Mujin loses his life in this situation, the shaman may really have to take down the signboard.

So it’s better to stay in the rear. It’s better to stay in a safer place than anyone else.

‘But then I… … .’

Boom!

His sword and his enemy’s sword clashed fiercely.

‘Why am I here?’

Mujin couldn’t answer that question. The spot where he had lost one eye was throbbing. Every time his vital energy flowed, the scars from the previous battle cried out in pain.

Is it because of pride? Or is it an inferiority complex?

A cry of not falling? Or a cry of one who has sensed the fall?

‘What’s the point of discussing such things!’

bang!

His sword struck the enemy’s path with a rough aura that was unusual for a shaman’s sword.

A ragged breath burst from his mouth.

Perhaps because I was not yet used to seeing with only one eye, I kept misreading the trajectories of enemy swords flying towards me. In a battlefield where a momentary mistake could cost one’s life, this flaw was truly fatal.

But I had no intention of crying or complaining.

There are things you only realize after you lose them.

‘I am a shaman.’

Sometimes I thought that the world did not know that they were going through a bone-cutting training to protect and carry on the name of shamans. That they had to lose as much to protect the name as they had been given.

But after losing it, I couldn’t help but realize how much of a full-fledged whiner that was.

There are those who stand here to fight without even learning a single proper mind technique or sword technique to protect their own body. Compared to those people, the injuries he received were not even a flaw.

“Put the pressure down!”

The sword smoothly cut through the enemy’s sword.

The shaman’s sword is not originally countered by force. When it is imbued with perfection that does not allow even a single inch of error, the shaman’s sword can subdue even any hegemonic path.

however.

Kagagak.

The delicacy that would form the basis of that softness is now lacking in Mujin.

The sword that had not yet fully flown flew through the air towards Mujin’s neck. It was at that very moment that he opened his eyes wide.

Kaang!

A sword extended from behind and struck down the sword flying towards Mujin.

“We will fight together.”

Mujin couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw the person standing next to him.

“There’s a bad Taoist priest here too.”

“Even if we were to become bad, which sect would do that?”

Jinhyeon laughed softly, joking.

“Just, private study.”

“hmm?”

“I feel like if we don’t stand up and fight here, we’ll never get back what we’ve lost.”

“… … .”

“Now, we are not the ones protecting, but the ones reclaiming.”

Jinhyeon’s gaze turned to a distant place. Even without turning his head, he could guess who was at the end of it.

His past appearance came to Mujin’s mind.

At first glance, he looked like just a fool who didn’t know anything about the world. At that time, he stood before Mujin as a representative of Hwasan, who was not even a third-rate person. At that time, he was angry, sometimes looked down on, and on the other hand, he was jealous.

But now Mujin knows.

‘I have to do that.’

That reckless behavior is now becoming an example. That without living like that, you will never be able to reproduce the glory of being a shaman.

“after.”

Mujin let out a short sigh and opened his mouth.

“If I… … .”

“Don’t worry. I’m behind you.”

“… … .”

“And what… … If I fail, won’t there be someone else? We’re shamans after all.”

Mujin nodded with an expression full of determination.

“Yes. We are shamans.”

Even if you lose everything and disappear, you won’t shrink to protect a handful. That’s what they taught me, and that’s the lesson that Jang Moon-in and Heo Gong left for everyone.

“Wake up!”

“Yes, private tutor!”

The two people’s swords simultaneously drew black and white sword energy.

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Zhuge Liang could not hide his embarrassment.

He clearly gave orders: never move recklessly.

And now, that order had to become a chain around his neck.

however…….

“Oh, why them?”

In various places, young, old-school warriors were coming out of their own accord and engaging the enemy.

This was a clear act of insubordination.

However, it is also an undeniable fact that they instantly supported the crumbling pillars of Cheonwoomaeng.

In this situation, should he be angry or happy?

Zhuge Zhen’s eyes trembled. He quickly reassessed the situation. The Tianwu Alliance members, who were inspired by the young warriors’ response, were fighting the enemy with all their might. At the same time, more and more people were rushing forward.

“I…….”

And the gap left by their absence was perfectly filled by those moving behind.

As if he had heard the thoughts in his head. No, as if he had moved a few steps ahead of him.

“… … King of the Green Forest.”

Zhuge Liang muttered as if he was in pain. Even though he was so far away, his fan was clearly visible.

It’s moving. This huge army sways as if it were a single organism.

How could his instructions and their voices be so different that they produced such different results?

“After all… …we are human.”

“yes?”

Zhuge Liang turned his head at the sudden voice. Tang Jun-ak was smiling with an expression that did not suit him. It was a smile that seemed comfortable and not appropriate for the situation.

“I should stop this reckless behavior.”

“Your Majesty?”

visor.

Dang Gun-ak took out a dagger.

“If you can’t fill it no matter how hard you try, then don’t force it. I’ve become so stupid.”

“Master? What is that… … .”

“Please take care of the rear, soldier.”

“Huh? Gaju, wait! Gaju! What the heck… … !”

The Tang military band quickly kicked the ground after him. The Tang family laughed heartily at this sight and followed him.

“no…….”

Zhuge Liang, who was left alone, blankly stared at the back of the figure with a puzzled expression.

“Are you all… in your right mind?”

It was the moment when the fate of the battlefield was neatly out of his hands.

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