Chapter 1097: The Mount Hua-ification of the Entire Central Plains? (Part 2)

"Kkkeuuuuuu...."

"Sa, save me..."

"No.... kill me...."

Members of the Sichuan Tang Family and the Nokrim bandits lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. The Tang Family's disciples, clad in green attire, and the Nokrim elites, similarly dressed in grass-colored clothing, formed a collective picture of imminent death. Where else could one witness such a scene?

Chung Myung wore a satisfied smile.

"This is the battlefield of true harmony, indeed."

Nam Gung Dowi remained silent, tightly closing his eyes. Despite witnessing it several times, he couldn't help but be amazed at how this was possible. The Sichuan Tang Family was a prestigious clan acknowledged in Kangho, and naturally, their training was incredibly harsh.

The Nokrim was no different. Among the numerous Nokrim members, the elite warriors present here were carefully selected. Even those ignorant of Kangho's circumstances could easily imagine how rigorously the Nokrim King must have trained them.

Yet, those who had overcome such arduous training, found themselves rolling on the ground battered and barely clinging to life, within just a few hours of following Chung Myung's training. Was it not astounding that these once stalwart soldiers were now reduced to the pitiful state of fallen rebels?

That person seemed like someone who had dedicated his entire life to tormenting people with the attribute of 'non-human.'

Still, perhaps because he had some experience(?), Namgung Dowi, who had avoided joining that place, looked at the fallen people with eyes full of pity.

When both he and the Namgung family were in that situation for the first time, swear words they had never used before came out of their mouths like rapid fire.

However, contrary to Dowi's helplessness and sorrow, there were those who, upon seeing the pitiful scene, burst into laughter.

"They're all dead."

"Hey, not all of them are dead yet, are they?"

"If they're wheezing like this already, it's not good."

Shouldn't they be called the Devil's offspring?

Dowi narrowed his eyes as he glanced at the giggling Five Swords. As he saw these demonic Taoist, who laughed at the misfortunes of others as if it was their own happiness, Dowi contemplated the irony... Uh... Monk? ...Why are you also laughing over there...

Dowi abruptly cut off his thoughts and closed his eyes tightly.

This place was a corrupted place that didn't distinguish between Taoism and Buddhism.

The good news was that even in this place of corruption, there was at least one Taoist who embraced the true Tao.

"Um... Sasuk. Even though it was tough for you after such diligent training, it's a bit... strange to see you openly enjoying this..."

Tears welled up in Dowi's eyes.

'Yoon Jong Dojang!'

Indeed, there was hope even in the Mount Hua Sect, which had become the gathering place of demons. Upon hearing Yoon Jong's words, Baek Cheon opened his mouth with a peculiar expression.

"Yoon Jong."

"Yes, Sasuk."

"Your words are undoubtedly correct. I also think that way."

"...Then why..."

"But try to consider it from a different perspective. Haven't they been watching us train until now?"

"..."

"Thinking about how enjoyable it must have been for them watching us, I can't help but laugh."

"..."

"Remember. When we were training, think about the eyes with which those people watched us."

"No, that's..."

Yoon Jong, lost in thought for a moment, turned his gaze towards those who were sprawling on the ground. Then he muttered.

"Life... ultimately comes full circle."

"That's right. You've realized."

It was the moment when the divine moral pillar of the Mount Hua Sect fell.

Although Namgung Dowi screamed inwardly, 'Don't realize such things!' there was no way for Yoon Jong or Baek Cheon to know his feelings.

"Seems like the Nokrim King has passed away."

"Oh, the poor guy is frail."

"Will he really die?"

"Oh, no. He won't die with just that. The worst thing about the training that guy gives us is that it feels like we're going to collapse, but we won't die. It would be easier if we died."

"That's true. He has a lot more to go through."

"Get well soon."

As the demons chuckled, Im Sobyeong lifted his head and glared at the Five Swords. A cold and venomous gaze emanated from his bloodshot eyes.

"Those bastards are worse than the Evil Sect..."

Chuckling, chuckling.

"Heeheeheeheehee!"

Namgung Dowi, who had been watching the gruesome scene of the demons laughing, finally averted his gaze.

'Where is Heavenly Comrade Alliance heading?'

It felt like they had reached a point of no return.

And then.

"No!"

Chung Myung stood up with a displeased expression.

"What, did everyone just eat blood? How much did you roll that you're already sticking to the floor, wriggling?"

"..."

"And yet, you went around holding your nose high saying, 'This is a waste or something?' With this skill? With this stamina? Oh my gosh, my dear. I believed in these things and was fighting at the front!"

Those who had been sending venomous glares at the Five Swords, as soon as Chung Myung appeared, meekly lowered their eyes. If you just listed people who thoughtlessly attacked that person out of anger and ended up in blood, you could easily fill up the Yangtze River.

So, for now, it was best to consider him dead and avoid eye contact.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Chung Myung, watching their pathetic state, clicked his tongue as if displeased.

"With this skill, I'll have to deal with the Demon Cult bastards. It'll be lucky if you don't pee and run away."

Those who raised their heads to protest against some sense of injustice lowered their heads again when they saw Chung Myung's face.

'Just close your eyes.'

'That guy is not the Mount Hua's Divine Dragon we knew; he is Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword now.'

'Even the head of the Tang Family should give in now.'

His temperament hadn't changed, but the image of the Mount Hua's Divine Dragon they once knew and the current Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword were as different as heaven and hell.

Considering his skill alone, without even taking into account that he was a disciple of the Mount Hua Sect and had a close relationship with the Tang Family, even if it were a scolding, one should just close one's eyes and listen.

There was no need to mention the position of the Nokrim disciples. After all, the Nokrim King himself was rolling.

Watching everyone as if he found them distasteful, Chung Myung said.

"From tomorrow, I'll make you do twice as much, so be prepared in advance. Those who hid today might as well escape tonight. It's easier for me than having blood on my hands."

"Um... there."

At that moment, Tang Pae, the successor of the Tang family, raised his hand with an eager expression.

"C-Can we really escape? Is there any retaliation or anything...?"

"Why would I retaliate against the Tang Family or Nokrim? Of course not."

"R-Really..."

The face of the Tang Family's successor turned pale. Of course, with Chung Myung's following words, it turned back dark.

"Instead, you'll have to bear the anger of the Tang Family's Lord on your own."

"..."

Tang Pae, who pictured in his mind the image of Tang Gunak running towards him with an expressionless face, holding daggers in both hands, let down his arms helplessly.

That, in its own way, was hell. No, maybe compared to that situation, this might be heaven.

"Anyway."

Chung Myung, as if not pleased with the situation, clicked his tongue briefly.

'No wonder Mount Hua died.'

The Mount Hua of the past ultimately focused on enhancing their own strength and efficiently utilizing it. However, they didn't pay much attention to those supporting them from the rear.

As a result, Chung Myung, sent from east to west, carved through demonic practitioners, accumulating heroic achievements...

'No, if you think about it, he was the one who rolled me over to death, right?'

- Hehehe, you catch on quickly.

"This guy?"

Chung Myung, squinting his eyes, looked up at the sky.

Recently, he felt like his respect for his Sahyung was subtly eroding.

When you think about it, wasn't he the one who used to shout, 'Chung Myung! The demonic practitioners are here! Go and deal with them!' day and night?

At the very least, Hyun Jong, unable to restrain himself, would try to stop Chung Myung, fearing that he would get hurt if he stepped forward with that fierce look in his eyes.

"…They say there is no one in the world you can trust."

"Huh?"

"Ahem. Never mind!"

Chung Myung waved his hand and squinted his eyes.

"While the Ten Great Sects are busy scheming ways to overwhelm us, and the Evil Tyrant Alliance is only thinking about stabbing us in the back, you think you can face both of them with this level of skill?"

Im Sobyeong raised his head abruptly.

"No, when did I say I would face them both at the same time? I never opened my mouth, nose..."

Thwack!

In that moment, a flying shoe struck Im Sobyeong's face.

Thunk.

Stiff and motionless, Im Sobyeong collapsed to the ground.

"Speak like an adult, will you? Stop being so uncivilized!"

Yoon Jong, watching the scene, whispered softly.

"Sasuk, isn't he the youngest here?"

"Let's just think of him as our elder brother. It's more comfortable for both of us that way."

"...Right."

Chung Myung, observing Im Sobyeong convulsing on the ground, clicked his tongue.

"To think that thing is the Nokrim King. Ah, geez."

"..."

"Anyways, we'll continue training tomorrow. Consider yourselves defeated from tomorrow onwards."

"..."

"I will resort to any means to make you useful. Even if it's for my own survival."

Chung Myung turned around and walked away after flashing his eyes.

Baek Cheon, confirming that he had gone far, shook his head.

"He's got a temper."

"He seems serious about it."

"At this point, it's really pitiful."

Jo Gol, watched Chung Myung's retreating figure holding a bottle of liquor in one hand, and commented.

"But why is that kid acting like that all of a sudden?"

"Huh?"

"Well, um... Because we've been training in coordination with these folks, it's more comfortable and enjoyable than usual..."

Upon hearing this, members of the Tang family and Nokrim looked at Jo Gol with widened eyes.

Comfortable? This? Really?

"I thought that as soon as that guy regained his senses, he would make a fuss, claiming we did nothing in Hangzhou. Strangely, it seems like that arrow is heading in that direction."

"What can you say?"

Baek Cheon shrugged his shoulders.

"Whether it's the Evil Tyrant Alliance or the Demonic Sect, they are formidable opponents that are difficult for Mount Hua to handle on their own, right?"

"That's true."

Honestly, even the disciples of Mount Hua would have to admit this. No matter how they try to overcome it with their skills, the numbers are simply too different. No matter how strong Mount Hua becomes, in terms of numbers, it's just a small sect.

Even if all the disciples of Mount Hua have skills that match those of a hundred Evil Tyrant Alliance and Demonic Sect members, the numbers of the Evil Tyrant Alliance and the Demonic Sect will exceed Mount Hua's by more than a hundredfold. So, there is no choice but to come up with an answer.

"So, in order to fight against them, he has no choice but to raise other sects. Like Mount Hua."

"... Like where?"

"Like Mount Hua."

"..."

Baek Cheon shrugged his shoulders and said.

"So, what Chung Myung is ultimately aiming for is the Mount Hua-ification of the entire Heavenly Comrade Alliance. Furthermore, it could be said to be the Mount Hua-ification of the entire Central Plains, right?"

"Uh, the Mount Hua-ification of the entire Central Plains?"

Everyone trembled with shocked expressions.

"Only then can we resist those bastards from the Demonic Sect and the Heavenly Demon, don't you think?"

"W-Well, that makes sense, but..."

"That sounds terrifying."

"That's hell."

"No, at this point, shouldn't we think about which is more terrifying, compared to the Heavenly Demon's plan to massacre the entire Central Plains?"

"...Hey, guys. You're disciples of Mount Hua."

"We know, but..."

Jo Gol nodded hesitantly.

"If that happens, Jang Ilso will be really scary."

"No."

"What?"

Baek Cheon chuckled.

"Isn't there someone who would find that situation more terrible than Jang Ilso?"

"Who... Ah!"

At that moment, the gazes of the Five Swords turned unanimously toward one person, or more precisely, toward one person's shining head.

His gleaming head instantly turned bright red.