Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 883
Uuuung!
Sword imbued with powerful internal energy fell over his head.
Soul-Severing Blood Hand frowned and stepped back a couple of paces. The sword that had barely missed his face stopped abruptly in mid-air like a lie and then rushed towards his neck with the speed of a flash.
‘Keuk.’
Twisting his body, Soul-Severing Blood Hand deflected the incoming sword with the side of his hand. The sword bent with a thudding sound, but the edge quickly returned to its original position, and the direction it flew did not change at all.
The sword grazed his shoulder and drew red blood.
A chill murderous intent flashed in Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s eyes.
Uuuuung!
A sound like hundreds of bees taking flight at once filled the air, and a dense, blood-red energy erupted from his hands.
Paaat!
Soon, the energy of Soul-Severing Blood Hand flew toward Hyun Sang like a blood-red lightning.
Tuuung!
Then Hyun Sang his sword, deflecting the surging energy with his blade. However, this was all within Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s expectations!
Paaaaaaaat!
Soul-Severing Blood Hand unleashed a series of over ten energy strikes. The blood-red aura threatened to engulf Hyun Sang entirely.
Hyun Sang’s eyes darkened for a moment. His sword, which took a short pause, creates over ten afterimages and collides with the energy strikes from Soul-Severing Blood Hand.
Kwang! Kwaaaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!
The sounds of explosions repeated succession.
The fierce backlash pushed Soul-Severing Blood Hand back four or five steps back. He could hold on if he wanted to, but there was no need for him to push himself.
“.......”
What caught his eye was Hyun Sang, who stood firmly in place without taking a single step back.
He must have felt the same backlash, but one side stepped back and the other stayed in place. Of course, this alone couldn’t determine the depth of their martial arts, but it was clear who had gained the upper hand in this exchange.
The eyes of Soul-Severing Blood Hand were stiffened with tension.
Solid.
It was as if he had struck a massive wall with his energy. The sensation reaching his fingertips was as immovable as a mountain.
‘Why has such a man been hiding all this time?’
He had never heard that Mount Hua had such a martial master. It is precisely depicting the saying ‘awl in the bag’(????(囊中之錐)), and with such abilities, even within a sect like Mount Hua, one would expect him to have gained fame.
But that wasn’t the only oddity.
“You.”
Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s voice grated like metal on metal as Hyun Sang met his gaze.
“...I think the substance of your sword technique you use is very different from that of your disciples, don’t you think so?”
Hearing this, a smirk formed on Hyun Sang’s face.
“It can’t be helped. I don’t possess the same youth as those children.”
Mount Hua’s sword is extremely flashy and agile. Watching the children wield their swords is enough to take even Hyun Sang by surprise.
However...
When Hyun Sang was in his prime, there was no such swordsmanship left in Mount Hua. When the true sword of Mount Hua returned to Mount Hua, he was already of an age that made learning anew difficult.
Those children were like blank paper. Thus, they could take in anything. After all, anything can be written on a blank slate.
But Hyun Sang was not. He had already spent decades mastering a different swordsmanship.
How could one write anew on a paper already filled with writing? For him to completely discard what he had learned and fully adopt a new martial art was nearly impossible.
But.......
‘What does that matter?’
Hyun Sang did not despair.
He doesn’t have to be like those children. It didn’t matter if his fingertips couldn’t produce the splendid blossoms of the plum flower. He was no longer someone who blossoms flowers. He was to be the solid roots, supporting the children as they bloom.
“A bit late and a bit dull, but instead, a bit more solid.”
“.......”
The eyes of Soul-Severing Blood Hand sank.
He knew all too well from his long experience that such individuals were more troublesome to deal with.
And he did not have the luxury of time to calmly determine the outcome of the battle. The situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable, and if he delayed any longer, even if he won, he wouldn’t be given a chance to escape.
However,
Kwaaaaaaaang!
Darkness.
The world turned black for a moment and then regained light. And what Soul-Severing Blood Hand saw was a blue, just a blue sky.
“Kkeuk...”
It was not long before the terrible pain came over his face.
‘This...’
His instincts took over even before his thoughts could be sorted out. As he tried to twist his body to avoid the next incoming attack, his hands were pulled as if they had been tied to something.
‘What?’
The moment his body, which had been tilted as if it would collapse at any moment, was forcibly pulled up, what caught his eye was the same elbow he had seen a moment ago.
Kwaaaaang!
Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s body flew away like a shell fired from a gun. Bouncing off the ground, leaving a large mark, he sprayed blood in all directions before crashing back down.
“Co- Cough! Cough!”
Before he could even groan in pain, clots of blood forced their way up his throat, spewing out of his mouth continuously. In just two attacks, his insides were completely turned upside down.
“Keuu.......”
He tried to lift himself off the ground with his hands, but his body fell down again. The cleanly severed cross-section of his hand entered his blurry vision.
“Cough! Cough!”
However, what bothered Soul-Severing Blood Hand was not the terrible pain felt from his completely sunken face, nor the shock of having the hand that had always protected him cut off.
It was this incomprehensible situation itself.
‘How....’
He knows it in his head.
The moment he stuck the sword in his hand, Hyun Sang pulled his sword, dragged him in, and at the same time smashed his face with the elbow of his left arm, which was not holding the sword.
Since the sword was perfectly fixed into the bone, Soul-Severing Blood Hand had no way to escape.
Yes, he understands what happened. He gets what has happened!
But how could this old man have made such a perfect response in a moment? By nature, the moment the sword holder is overpowered by the opponent, his mind goes blank and he doesn’t know what to do...
Tak.
At that moment, Hyun Sang descended in front of him and gazed at Soul-Severing Blood Hand with solemn eyes.
“It wasn’t a bad move, but you overlooked one thing.”
“.......”
Soul-Severing Blood Hand, with a head ringing and wrapped in terrible pain, tried hard to lift it and looked up at him. His eyes were full of questions.
Overlooked?
Hyun Sang calmly opened his mouth as if he would solve his question.
“From my standpoint, your attack was neither bizarre nor irregular. Rather, it was dreadfully obvious. Unfortunately, there’s someone in Mount Hua who doesn’t mind biting a flying sword with his teeth to block.”
“.......”
“If you hadn’t been in such a hurry, it could have been a good battle.”
Hyun Sang shook his head lightly and lifted his sword.
“Your downfall was that you underestimated your opponent. And on the battlefield, those who let their guard down die first. Just like that guy said.”
Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s face twisted. No, his face was so damaged that it could no longer be distorted, so it would be more accurate to describe it as grotesquely distorted.
‘It’s obvious?’
His blood-soaked shoulders trembled finely.
‘You’re saying I’m the greenhorn who’s not used to battle?’
A groan escaped Soul-Severing Blood Hand’s lips.
“Ugh...”
The pain from Hyun Sang’s words was greater than the physical pain felt in the body. Eventually, the groan turned into a beast-like howl.
“You... You piece of shit! Euaaaaaaa!”
Sogok.
At that moment, Hyun Sang’s sword swiftly beheaded Soul-Severing Blood Hand.
Tok.
His head, still contorted in agony, fell to the ground and rolled.
“However, this will be a fitting end for you. Go to hell and atone for the sins you have committed.”
After shaking the blood off his sword, Hyun Sang took a glance at the corpse of Soul-Severing Blood Hand who lost his head and collapsed, and turned away without a second thought.