Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 1011
Thud.
Namgung Dan collapsed to the ground. Pure white steam rose from his head.
Yoon Jong slowly opened his eyes which he had tightly shut and looked over the fallen Namgung Dan.
“...He’s dead.”
“Yeah, looks dead.”
Jo-Gol folded his arms and shook his head loudly. He added that it had been a long time since he heard such a satisfying hitting sound.
However, the surprise they felt was nothing compared to the sword warriors of Namgung Family who were watching from behind. The sword warriors of Namgung Family all had expressions that made their eyes bulged out. No one was able to speak a proper sentence while staring blankly at the fallen Namgung Dan.
“Hyu- Hyung-nim....”
“In one blow....”
They couldn’t close their mouths.
What on earth happened?
Looking back and forth between the fallen Namgung Dan and the smiling Tang Soso with her sword casually slung over her shoulder, they could not comprehend the situation.
“Kuh... ugh...”
“Hyu- Hyung-nim!”
“Dan!”
At that time, Namgung Dan, who had lost consciousness for a moment, began to squirm. He was holding his head and groaning in pain, then picked up the fallen wooden sword and got up.
“Ugh...”
Half-standing, he held his head again, trembling.
‘It hurts.’
‘It must hurt.’
‘I just want to die.’
Five Swords closed their eyes tightly and shook their head as if they couldn’t bear to watch anymore. Only those who’ve experienced the pain can understand.
“Cough! C- Cough!”
Tang Soso smiled brightly as he looked at Namgung Dan, who had staggered to his feet.
“What? Want more?”
“That....”
Namgung Dan, with eyes half out of focus, managed to speak.
“I, I was careless....”
“Aah, careless, is it?”
Tang Soso nodded as if she understood.
“Right. Well, since you were careless, let’s not count that one. That’s fair, right?”
Normally, saying one was “careless” is no excuse for a sword warrior. Rather, it is nothing more than insulting oneself. For those who stake everything on their sword, being “careless” is an unacceptable act.
However, Tang Soso generously accepted Namgung Dan’s excuse. From Namgung Dan’s point of view, he was extremely grateful.
So, at a glance, her response might seem generously kind and understanding.
But Five Swords’s reaction was completely different.
“...She’s really out to get him today.”
“She’s seriously pissed?”
“Should we prepare a coffin in advance?”
“...Right.”
But unfortunately, the sound of Five Swords muttering could not be heard by Nangung Dan’s ears.
“Kuh.”
Namgung Dan pressed hard against his head.
His vision was dizzy, his mind foggy. Even at this moment, he was still experiencing indescribable pain. But he had to gather his wits.
‘If, if only I could utilize my skills....’
Thinking Tang Soso would employ swift and light swordsmanship had been his mistake.
Who would have imagined that such a ridiculously heavy sword could be wielded by such a small stature? His wrist was still throbbing from blocking her sword.
“Cough!”
Namgung Dan raised his sword again and aimed it at Tang Soso. He knew very well that what he was doing now was ugly, but at this moment, dignity was the least of his concerns.
If he retreats like this, the only result will be that Namgung’s sword is shattered without even being able to counterattack Mount Hua’s sword. and that too against Tang Soso who had only recently joined Mount Hua.
It was an incomparable humiliation to Namgung Dan.
“Hmm.”
Tang Soso, seeing Namgung Dan aiming his sword at her, twirled her own sword around.
“How much longer should I wait?”
“...Yes?”
“Your recovery, I mean. You’ll say later that you couldn’t display your true skill because you were out of it.”
“....”
Namgung Dan bit his lip so hard it almost turned white for a moment.
“Swordmaster bastard just swings his sword in a fit?”
Tang Soso raised her sword so that it was clearly visible to his eyes. Namgung Dan, in panic, held his wooden sword with both hands above his head to protect himself.
Tang Soso’s sword descended fiercely.
“In that sword!”
Kuuuung!
“The power!”
Kuuuung!
“If you want to load it!”
Kuuuuuung!
“Lower your posture first, you punk! Posture!”
Kuuuuuuuuuuuuung!
Namgung Dan lowered his posture as Tang Soso demanded. Well, that is if the almost twisted back can be described as ‘lowering one’s posture.’
“Face? A brat whose head hasn’t even dried yet talking about face?”
“Keu, keuukk.”
Namgung Dan, who was half out of his mind, instinctively straightened himself up. No, he tried to.
“Lower your posture, you punk!”
Kwaaaaaaang!
Namgung Dan’s wooden sword struck his face. Two streams of blood spurted from the nose, comically decorating the air.
“Why can’t you understand what I’m saying? Right. If you can’t understand with your ears, you’ll understand with your body!”
Observing the scene, Five Swords turned their head away, foreseeing the disaster about to happen. They couldn’t bear to watch.
“Lower your knees!”
Tang Soso’s sword struck Namgung Dan’s knee mercilessly.
“Straighten your back!”
Namgung Dan’s waist, which was leaning helplessly to the side, was struck and forced to straighten.
“Shoulders! Relax your shoulders!”
After being swiftly hit on both shoulders, Namgung Dan’s body adopted an impeccably correct posture.
Baek Cheon looked at the distant sky in silence and sighed softly.
Why does violence get passed down for generation?
Why....
“Use your head when swinging your sword! You bastard!”
Tang Soso’s sword flew like a beam of light toward the center of Namgung Dan’s head.
Looking at the sword falling towards his head, Namgung Dan smiled brightly without even realizing it.
‘This... This must be a dream.’
Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaang!
A sound too harrowing to believe it came from a human head resonated five times in a row.
Thud.
Namgung Dan finally collapsed to the ground like a heap of rotting straw.
Everyone in the manor all looked at him mesmerized as he twitched his limbs like a stoned frog.
“What? You just passed out with this? Hey. You’re not getting up?”
At that time, Yoon Jong quietly turned his head and asked Baek Cheon.
“Sasuk.”
“Hm?”
“Why did Soso become like that?”
“Yoon Jong-ah.”
“Yes?”
“...A person inevitably grows up according to what they see and learn. The ones above are like that, so what can the ones below do?”
“....”
“Just live your life thankful that you are Chung Myung’s Sahyung.”
Though it was a profound statement, something seemed to bother Yoon Jong.
“Sasuk.”
“Why again?”
“...Then what will happen to the next disciples that will come to Mount Hua in the future?”
“....”
Baek Cheon, unable to answer that question, looked away sorrowfully. At the end of his gaze, Chung Myung was giggling merrily.
“...Oh, Yuanshi Tianzun.”
Please watch over Mount Hua.
“Next! Next punk! No one? Hey, Dowi, come here!”
In the silent manor, only the sound of Tang Soso running wild and Chung Myung’s laughter spread widely.