Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 967
Arrows pour down like rain, and sharp harpoons continue to fly from beneath the water.
It is none other than the Yangtze River that has to receive all of that.
The conditions were so bad that even the word ‘bad conditions’ lost its luster, but the steps of Mount Hua’s sword warriors did not stop even for a moment.
The boiling blood of the one leading seemed to be transmitted back and forth among them.
And Namgung Dowi, who was running amidst this intense heat, was desperate not to fall behind.
‘This is Mount Hua.’
The person who knows best how difficult and scary it is to deal with the pirates on the Yangtze River would be Namgung Dowi. The dreadful wounds on his body testified to what he had endured.
However, even in this difficult and frightening situation, Mount Hua’s disciples ran and swung their swords as if this place were flat ground.
Is it thanks to those wooden planks?
‘No way!’
Splash!
At that moment, Namgung Dowi slipped on a plank, but Jo-Gol swiftly pulled him back.
“Th- Thank you.”
“Don’t worry, just run! I will help you!”
“Yes!”
It might look easy to the eye.
However, running while accurately stepping on small planks floating on a flowing river is not easy at all. Just running is hard enough, but maintaining this speed? It was definitely something more than just surprising.
If they hadn’t protected him, Namgung Dowi would have fallen into the river several times already. Yet they held onto Namgung Dowi, repelling the incoming arrows, and quickly defeated the attacking pirates while running.
How was this possible? How?
Their Lightness Art was enough to give him goosebumps. It is as if they have fought countless fierce battles in this environment, and have fought many life-threatening battles in places where there is nowhere to set foot.
Right, ‘proficient’ might be the right word.
It was impossible, but they seemed accustomed to this battle. What kind of training do they undergo for peers of similar age to show such prowess?
Was it that he didn’t know Mount Hua well enough? Or was it that the world didn’t know Mount Hua?
Their performance so far had shattered the common perception of them as just another common sword sect in Shaanxi.
‘No! No!’
In the midst of his thoughts, Namgung Dowi bit his lip till it bled.
This should not be the only factor that should be evaluated. Even if everyone in the world pays attention to their martial art, only Namgung Dowi should look at something different.
They knew. They knew what kind of battle they had to fight the moment they jumped into this river.
Therefore, what Namgung Dowi should see is not their strength, but their courage.
The courage to leap into a storm of arrows without hesitation.
The courage to rush into the river, swarming with pirates, ready to be dragged into the dark waters below.
Even if the rest of the world is unaware, only Namgung Dowi should understand their courage.
So...
‘Even if I die, I won’t hold their ankle!’
“Taaat!”
Namgung Dowi fiercely swung his sword and struck down the rain of arrows. Seeing that, Chung Myung smiled leisurely even amidst the shower of arrows.
“Not bad, Senior!”
Gritting his teeth, Namgung Dowi looked back at Chung Myung, who smiled and said,
“Follow me with determination to die!”
“Yes!”
Paaaaaat!
Chung Myung’s sword flew like a beam of light and accurately cut off the head of the pirate rising from under the water.
At the same time, his gaze sharply turned back. He caught a glimpse of Tang Family and shouted without delay.
“Jo-Gol Sahyung!”
“Alright!”
Rather than cutting down each and every pirate that occasionally came at him with a harpoon, he focused on dodging and jumping over them without slowing down. He knows all too well. When a group of people of this size runs in a line, they become entangled and show a gap when the speed of the lead decreases.
And no matter what happens, he can never stop. Because at his feet are the lives of these comrades and that of Namgung Family!
It was that moment.
Kwaaaaaaaang!
With a deafening roar, something flew towards Baek Cheon at an incredible speed.
‘Hundred Thunder Cannon?’
The cannonball flying through the air was clearly visible to Baek Cheon. But before he could decide, someone else sprang up towards the cannonball.
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
The figure who leaped up deflected the incoming cannonball with a swing of his sword.
“Yoon Jong!”
The moment Baek Cheon reflexively shouted his name, this time Baek Sang flew toward another cannonball.
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
Baek Sang’s sword struck down the incoming cannonball!
“Go, Sahyung!”
“Don’t stop!”
“You dare to command, you damn punk!”
Baekcheon grinned and kept running forward, ever forward.
Kwang! Kwang!
However, the pirates would not give up easily like this. The approaching pirate ship turned sideways and aimed at them. The muzzle of the Hundred Thunder Cannon placed on the deck continued to spit out fire.
“This...!”
Just as anger crossed Baek Cheon’s face.
“Sasuk!”
A voice reached him.
No more words were needed.
Baekcheon reflexively twisted his waist and took a sword-wielding position. However, with the flat of his blade!
Paaaat!
Then, something that had soared like a squirrel from behind landed with a heavy weight on his sword. Before the sensation even reached his head, daotranslate Baek Cheon swung his sword with all his might and launched whatever was on it far away.
Swaeaeaeaek!
A streak of black light sliced across the Yangtze River’s surface.
“W- What!”
The pirates gasped as they saw something flying towards them like a cannonball.
Kwaaaaaang!
The human cannonball fired by Baek Cheon eventually landed like a meteorite on the deck of the ship that had been firing the Hundred Thunder Cannon.
The sturdy wooden deck shattered as tofu and splinters of wood flew in every direction.
Before the splinters even hit the ground, a chilling sword energy swept across the bandits on deck, slicing them in every direction.
Sogok. Sogok!
Red blood splattered on the splinter that rose into the sky. The faces of the pirates firing the Hundred Thunder Cannons were slashed in one go by Chung Myung, leaving dark red stains of blood on his face.
“Ah... Aah....”
Paaaat!
Chung Myung brushed off the blood from the blade and turned his attention to the still-alive pirates. The moment their eyes met, the corner of Chung Myung’s mouth twisted, revealing his pure white teeth.
“This....”
His voice seemed to be laced with the scent of blood.
“This is the fight you started.”
Kwang!
Chung Myung stomped on the deck, plunging into the midst of the pirates. A dozen heads simultaneously soared into the air, and the blood that gushed forth poured over the Yangtze River.
The demon of Mount Hua.
That very demon of Huashan, who had made even the demonic disciples of Magyo tremble with fear, had manifested itself upon the Yangtze River.