Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 901
The world was enveloped in a suffocating silence.
Despite the presence of over a hundred people, not even a small sound could be heard. Everyone had seemingly forgotten to breathe, their gazes fixed in one direction.
It was because a strange sight was unfolding to the point that the word ‘bizarre’ was fitting.
A throwing knife, barely longer than a palm.... was literally floating in the air. The floating throwing knife, as if it had been tied and held in place by transparent thread, seemed to ignore all the laws of the world.
Eventually, the throwing knife started to move at a dreadfully slow pace. at a rate of boredom, like a snail crawling
Despite the almost comical sight, there was no smile on everyone’s face.
Rather, they closed their mouths and shook their lips with faces turned blue. That image was the very feeling of those who watched the bizarre movements of the throwing knife.
“That....”
Baek Cheon clenched his fists without realizing it.
The throwing knife is pushing through the air. It’s so slow that one might wonder if it’s actually moving at all.
But Baek Cheon could feel it. The energy emitted by that throwing knife was so powerful that Baek Cheon’s internal strength was circulating on its own beyond his will to protect his body.
He can tell.
He knew the throwing knife this blade posed. The magnitude of what was at stake in that throwing knife.
Sweat dripped from Baek Cheon’s forehead.
‘Chung Myung?’
His gaze quickly turned away from the throwing knife and darted toward what it aimed.
Before he knew it, Chung Myung’s feet had stopped. Chung Myung’s feet, which seemed to be moving forward while cutting down everything in the world, were stuck on the ground for the first time since they started the spar.
More than the floating throwing knife overwhelming the surroundings, more than Tang Gun-ak’s pale face from exerting himself to launch the throwing knife, it was Chung Myung’s face – concentrating on the throwing knife flying towards him with tightly clenched lips – that filled Baek Cheon with a greater sense of urgency.
“Fa...ther-nim.”
Then, a very faint voice was heard. When he looked back, he saw Tang Soso closing her eyes with her hands clasped.
Of course, she would be conflicted. She couldn’t be happy about either’s victory.
But Baek Cheon wanted to witness the outcome of this spar with his own eyes. So did everyone else present.
Tang Gun-ak, the Poison King renowned throughout the world.
How much meaning is contained within his name?
For Baek Cheon and other rising stars, the name represents the order of Kangho and the power structure of the current Kangho.
Could Chung Myung surpass that heavy, formidable name?
‘Surpass it!’
Baek Cheon bit his lip hard.
‘Chung Myung-ah!’
He threw his gaze at Chung Myung with an anxious heart. Chung Myung was still staring at the throwing knife flying towards him.
Uuuuuung!
As if he would not allow a counterattack just yet, the throwing knife slowly moved towards Chung Myung.
Chung Myung’s whole body muscles were tense.
‘This is...?’
It felt as if a venomous snake, capable of snatching life away with the slightest touch, was watching him from a burrow.
A tension hung in the air, suggesting that the slightest movement would bring the fangs, laden with deadly poison, crashing down on him like lightning.
‘Dark Explosion Dagger?’
...No.
This was something even he did not recognize.
At least, none of the Twelve Throwing Knives used by Tang Bo had such a technique.
Then, was it a technique that even Tang Bo had not mastered?
No, that can’t be true.
Tang Bo had perfectly mastered all aspects of the Twelve Throwing Knives. That was why he was known as the ‘Dark Lord’ (??(暗尊)).
There can’t have been any technique that Tang Bo couldn’t have mastered, and there couldn’t have been a technique that he didn’t show Chung Myung.
Then.......
Squeeze.
Chung Myung’s hand tightly gripped the handle of his sword.
‘I have no choice but to see for myself.’
As Chung Myung moved, the throwing knife that had been advancing at a sluggish pace suddenly quickened.
Uuuuung!
Simultaneously, the throwing knife began to howl mournfully.
The throwing knife, which used to move like a slug, now flies like a snail. The speed that had been gradually increasing, little by little, has now become so fast that it is clearly visible to the eye.
And then.
Kureureurueng!
As a harsh sword cry erupted from the throwing knife, it began to slowly spin. Gradually gaining momentum, it spun so fiercely it became impossible to track with the naked eye.
Chwaaaaaaak!
The energy of throwing knives spread out in all directions and swirled around. The resulting wind pressure seemed to push the dirt and gravel on the ground to the sides and then started to pull it back in.
The dirt and pebbles rattled as they were sucked up into the enormous vortex.
Kwaaaaa!
A huge wind of tornado (???(龍卷風)) swirls around throwing knife. The huge whirlpool, colored in yellow color, looked more like a huge Yellow Dragon (??(黃龍)) preparing to ascend to heaven rather than the wind.
“Keuk!”
“Get back!”
Those who were watching the confrontation from a distance lowered their posture. This is because it seemed like the huge gravitational pull (??(引力)) would suck them in as well.
But that wasn’t the end.
“......!”
The plum blossom gently pushes away everything that clings to it, scattering chaotically, spreading throughout the world(梅花亂九州).
Beyond the vast training ground, reaching even farther.
The swirling red plum petals spread as if a giant plum blossom were blooming.
Kwaduduk! Kwadeududududuk!
With all the power of Tang Gun-ak, Chumonbi moves forward, breaking through a flurry of plum blossoms. Forward and forward.
Shaking as if about to fall, yet never stopping.
It swirled violently, tearing the petals and pushing them away. The Chuhonbi surged ahead as if it were squeezing its last strength.
Chwaak.
Cutting through another petal.
Chwaak.
Breaking another sword energy.
However, the throwing knife, who was somehow moving forward, soon seemed to have run out of strength, trembling, slowing down and stopping. Even Mount Hua’s disciples couldn’t help but let out a sigh of pity at this sight.
But then, at that very moment.
Kwaang!
Tang Gun-ak’s body flew like a flash into the stopped throwing knife, with an explosion that instantly shattered the silence that had enveloped Mount Hua at once.
Mount Hua’s disciples widened their eyes at this unexpected movement.
Tang Gun-ak, who grabbed the throwing knife at once, immediately smashed the plum blossom sword energy in a flash and charged forward.
And Chung Myung rushed towards him as if it were natural.
“That!”
“Sto- Stop!”
Screams erupted from the disciples of Mount Hua disciples, who really thought it would end only if either one of them died.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
The Chuhonbi and Chung Myung’s Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword collided head-on in mid-air.
Kwaaaaaaa!
A fierce wind exploded in all directions, creating a terrifying surge of energy.
Uuuuuung.
The throwing knife, aimed right at Chung Myung’s throat, trembled. Tang Gun-ak’s sleeves billowed as if he was about to unleash more hidden weapons.
Squeeze!
The sword, which seemed as if it would split Tanggunak’s face at any moment, radiated red energy. As if it was about to split him apart with the dagger in tow.
A world that has come to a standstill at the clashing sword blades.
That moment when no one can dare to come forward and no one can open their mouth.
There was only one thing that moved.
A single flower petal fluttering in the air.
One fragile petal, swept up in their spar and carried into the sky, slowly fell, riding the calm air currents.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on this scene.
The petals, which fell slowly, rose slightly again and swayed back and forth, and soon approached the Chuhonbi and Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword, who were aiming at each other.
And then, as if to mark a quiet end, it gently landed on the Chuhonbi.
“.......”
“.......”
The eyes of the two headed to the plum leaves resting on the blue sword blade.
A real plum petal, not one made of sword energy.
The moment they see this powerful collision and the out-of-place flower petals, both people’s faces become blank at the same time.
The sword was naturally lowered.
As they looked alternately at the petals and each other’s faces, a wry smile spread across their lips.
Chung Myung gently grabbed the blade of the Chuhonbi aimed at his neck with his left hand. Similarly, Tang Gun-ak lightly seized the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword pointing at his face with his left hand.
The two, who held the weapons as if taking them away, looked at each other’s weapons in their hands without saying a word.
“...I never thought this sword’s edge would wear out like this.”
“That sounds like my line. For the weapon of Tang Gaju to be in such a state...”
The numerous scars on the blades seemed to speak of their past times.
Tak.
Tang Gun-ak, who caught the throwing knife thrown by Chung Myung, held out the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword in his hand to Chung Myung.
The two, who had been staring at each other silently for a long time, burst into laughter without any reservations.
Chung Myung, shrugging his shoulders, smiled broadly and asked.
“Shall we continue?”
“Hmm.”
Tang Gun-ak pondered for a moment, then shook his head decisively.
“There’s no point anymore.”
“.......”
An extremely warm smile spread across his lips.
“Welcome back, Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.”
“Woaaaaaaaah!”
At last, a loud cheer erupted from all around.
It was more than just a display of martial prowess.
Mount Hua and Tang Family. It was the moment when those two big names stood face to face after three years.