Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 1436. Yes, remember it (1)
Editor: Hoamzz
Co-Translator: Xoxo
Eudeudeuk!
Chung Myung clenched his teeth with all his might.
The dreadful killing intent overflowing from his eyes was so intense it felt like it could stop one’s breath just by facing it. That killing intent traversed the long distance and became locked onto a single man.
A man wearing a robe as red as blood.
A face so pale it appeared blanched, and the moment the blood-colored line drawn across it curved gently, Chung Myung's blood surged backward.
That bastard. It was that bastard!
How many had shed blood in that man’s schemes? How many had died, toyed with under that demon’s manipulation?
No matter how hard he tried to suppress it, it was no use. The emotions layered deep in his chest defied all control, erupting into a roar that burst forth like a flood.
"Jang Ilsooooooooo!"
The howling was thunderous. A wrath as scorching as lava spewing from an erupting volcano.
Wuuuung!
The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword in Chung Myung's hand spat out sword cries as if responding to its owner's anger. Just as Chung Myung clenched the hilt and was about to kick off the ground.
“Stop!”
Yoo Iseol, who had caught up in a flash, seized him from behind in a desperate attempt to hold him back. She held onto Chung Myung’s trembling body tightly, and right after, Yoon Jong caught up and joined in holding him back.
“Calm down, you madman! This isn’t an opponent you can just charge blindly. You’ll die!”
As Yoon Jong shouted, a thin trail of blood trickled from Chung Myung’s tightly bitten lips.
How could Chung Myung not know?
Neither the main force of Mount Hua nor the main force of Tang Family has yet reached the place. In this situation, charging at Jang Ilso who was under the full protection of the elites of Myriad Man Manor was nothing more than an extreme act of suicide.
The opponent is Jang Ilso. Even if Chung Myung rushed at him alone, this wasn’t a man who would fight fair. On the contrary, he would seize the opportunity and trample Chung Myung with overwhelming numbers.
Yes, he knew. He knew this was a time to stay calm.
But no matter how hard he tried, the fury churning inside him wouldn’t settle. His gut twisted as if his insides were being wrung out. His teeth sank deeper into his lip.
"Uaaaaaaaa!"
Chung Myung shook off Yoon Jong's attempts to restrain him and leapt forward.
“Chung Myung-ah!”
He knew. They all knew. What Yoon Jong said was right. That this was exactly the moment when he had to stay composed.
Kwaaaak!
But in the end, the rage he could not suppress surged and erupted through the tip of his sword. Chung Myung squeezed out every bit of internal strength he had barely recovered and poured it into the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword.
"Uaaaaaaap!"
His body, twisted taut like a bowstring drawn to its limit, snapped forward in an instant. At the same moment, his sword shot out like lightning. The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword, which had become one with the infused internal strength, rushed towards Jang Ilso like a bolt of lightning striking the ground through the dark clouds.
Kiiiiiiiiing!
A deafening roar rang out as if the sky itself had twisted.
Yoon Jong and Yoo Iseol's gazes hurriedly turned forward. The astonishing power contained in Chung Myung's sword made them momentarily harbor a ‘what if’ expectation.
The image of Chung Myung’s sword shooting through space and a man standing in front of it was vivid. In a world that had suddenly slowed as if time had frozen, rings on both of Jang Ilso's hands glowed in various colors.
Bathed in the glow of countless colorful energies, Jang Ilso’s hands met the flying sword.
Kwaaaaaaaaang!
The stillness that had suppressed everything, if only for a moment, shattered like glass fragments as a tremendous roar struck the world.
A clash of internal strength against internal strength. The Myriad Man Manor martial artists who could not withstand the tremendous aftermath of the clash of internal strength and internal strength were soon thrown back, spewing blood from a distance of seven zhang.
Kwagagagagak!
The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword, caught and blocked between Jang Ilso’s rings, writhed as if alive. Seeing the sword pushing through between the rings as if about to pierce his neck at any moment, Jang Ilso burst into laughter.
“Haaaat!”
Kwaaaaaaang!
With another deafening explosion, the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword was sent hurtling into the sky. As if vomiting out its failure to sever Jang Ilso’s head, the sword tore through the sky before exhausting its momentum and plummeting back down.
Thud!
The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword pierced the solid earth like tofu and sank more than halfway deep right in front of Jang Ilso. As Jang Ilso, who had been staring at this, reached out to grab the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword, two of his rings crumbled with a 'crack' sound and fell at his feet.
Tok.
Then, bright red drops of blood fell onto the remnants of the crumbled rings. Jang Ilso looked at the ring before quietly looking down at his hand. Blood was dripping from a deep crack torn across the back of his hand.
Jang Ilso's eyes distorted strangely for a moment. But it was only for a moment, and soon he regained the same soft smile as usual.
"My, my. How violent."
He raised his hand and languidly licked the blood from the wound. Jang Ilso stared at Chung Myung with his crimson tongue out, his eyes brimming with madness so palpable it stole the breath from those who saw it.
"To rampage recklessly even in that state, I can't tell who's the Taoist and who's Evil Sects bastard at this rate? Hahahahatat!"
His voice, infused with internal strength, pierced clearly into Chung Myung’s ears even from afar.
Just as Chung Myung clenched his fist and prepared to shout in rage, their gazes locked across the vast sky. Jang Ilso grinned brightly.
"You want to kill me, don’t you?"
At the calm voice, killing intent poured from Chung Myung's entire body. If it were anyone else, they would have flinched and shivered just from facing it, but Jang Ilso only met it with mockery.
“Just a little. If you just a little bit sooner, you could have killed me. It must twist your insides to have missed me right before your very eyes. Don’t you think so?”
Chung Myung's body was continually convulsing and trembling. It seemed as if he couldn’t contain the hatred burning inside him.
“But... Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword.”
Jang Ilso, still grinning brightly, suddenly covered his face as if grasping it with his blood-soaked hand.
Through the fingers that half-covered his face, his exposed eyes poured out an incomparably eerie light. Regret, hatred, foreboding, and twisted desire. That gaze flowing with all these things mixed together naturally made onlookers shrink back.
"That... is the same for me."
Because of the situation, Jang Ilso too had to let go of someone he should have killed. If the price to pay hadn't been his own life, Jang Ilso would have done whatever it took to kill Chung Myung right then and there.
“So there’s no need for you to feel so regretful. You know it too, don’t you? That the end between us is already decided.”
Jang Ilso chuckled softly.
He knew, and Chung Myung also knew. The two of them could never coexist under the same sk. Whether he dies or Chung Myung dies, one of them must perish for this to end. That was the nature of the battle awaiting them.
It wasn’t because of resentment or hatred. Heaven's will? Predestined fate? Such trivial words had no place here. They simply could not tolerate each other’s existence.
"Wait just a little longer."
Jang Ilso grabbed the Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword embedded before him. As if resisting him, the sword let out a piercing shriek. But Jang Ilso paid it no mind and pulled it free.
“I’ll come soon to sever that stubborn life of yours.”
Paaaaaaang!
The Dark Fragrant Plum Blossom Sword shot from Jang Ilso's fingertips and flew fiercely toward Chung Myung.
But Chung Myung didn’t so much as blink as the sword flew straight at him. His gaze was focused solely on Jang Ilso.
Sogok!
The flying sword grazed down Chung Myung’s face, cutting a long line across it before embedding itself in the ground behind him.
Blood trickled steadily from the long wound beneath his eye. The faces of both Chung Myung and Jang Ilso were now stained red with the blood from the wounds they had inflicted on each other.
Chung Myung's mouth parted slowly.
"No need to come."
With a growling voice not as loud as Jang Ilso's, but Jang Ilso could hear those words more clearly than anyone.
"I'll come to you."
A strange light flashed momentarily in his elegant and cunning eyes. Chung Myung continued his words.
"Only your end is decided. Just wait. I will cut that throat of yours."
A bitter smile bloomed on Jang Ilso's lips. His eyes curved like a waning moon.
Tok.
Whether something was bothering him or he had fallen into some other thought, blood trickled down and soaked into the ground each time Jang Ilso slowly clenched and opened his hand.
Kkarararak.
And each time, the ring on Jang Ilso's finger created continuous friction, evoking a strange tension.
Everyone held their breath. With each slight increase in the sound of Jang Ilso’s rings scraping, their heartbeats quickened. The pressure that made it difficult to even breathe was weighing down on everyone like a thousand pounds.
This happened despite it being a simple hand movement without a trace of internal strength.
“Hmm.”
But in the end, that hand slowly relaxed and opened again.
At the same time, some of them relaxed and collapsed as if exhausted. Their legs gave out.
"When expectations are high, disappointments are greater too... When you speak like that, how can I not expect something?"
An emotion unclear whether it was joy or hatred spread across Jang Ilso’s face. A chilling smile surfaced on his eerie countenance.
"Then try cutting it. My neck will always be right here."
"Remember that. You'll definitely recall those words the moment you die."
Jang Ilso stared at Chung Myung. Then, a small laugh escaped from his lips.
“Hahaha.”
“....”
“Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Jang Ilso threw his head back and laughed as if the world itself were ending. In the silence where no one dared make even a breathing sound, only Jang Ilso's maniacal laughter filled the desolate land and echoed far and wide.
After laughing for quite a while, Jang Ilso cast one last sharp glance at Chung Myung and turned his body. The hem of his long robe fluttered wide.
“Fine. I’ll remember it.”
Jang Ilso took unhurried steps forward. The Red Hounds guarding him also turned, their killing intent still radiating toward Chung Myung.
“Then let’s meet again, Mount Hua Chivalrous Sword. Hahaha! Hahahahahahahahaha!”
With the whole Myriad Man Manor martial artists in tow, Jang Ilso gradually moved farther away. It was an unhurried movement, showing no signs of haste. Those who remained could only watch as Jang Ilso departed.
Jang Ilso's figure disappears beyond the horizon, leaving behind only a few drops of blood and the remains of a broken ring.
“...Chung Myung-ah.”
When Yoon Jong called out worriedly, Chung Myung's teeth dug into his lips.
'Jang Ilso.'
Chung Myung engraves those three syllables into his soul.
Until now, there was nothing he hated so much except Heavenly Demon.
But Jang Ilso was different from Heavenly Demon.
Heavenly Demon was literally a being beyond humanity. Its very existence breaks the world. However, Jang Ilso was just a human. A human more human than anyone. A human created by gathering all the malice humans possess.
And that was what made him all the more detestable, all the more dangerous.
Chung Myung muttered.
“We’ll meet again soon.”
And on that day, his sword would pierce Jang Ilso's neck.
Even if it meant risking everything he had.
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