Chapter 1511: Some People Settle Things Through Words (Part 6)

"Shingae!"

"Sahyung!"

The shocked elders rushed towards Ilho Shingae without caring for their own well-being. Blocking the space between Chung Myung and Ilho Shingae, they bared their teeth.

"This despicable person!"

"How can such a heinous act be allowed!"

However, what they faced was not an expression of triumph, but rather Chung Myung's face, lips tightly bitten, suggesting that something was wrong.

"Cough...."

"Now, elders!"

"Are you okay?"

Ilho Shingae, who had fallen, struggled to get up. Blood flowed from his throat where he had been grabbed.

At first glance, it seemed like a fatal injury, but the elders could immediately tell.

The sword had indeed touched Ilho Shingae's throat, but it was not a fatal blow. Despite the hole in his throat, Ilho Shingae had survived.

"Ah... it's easy, Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword."

Ilho Shingae, with a pale face, got up with the support of the elders. Although a considerable amount of blood was flowing from his throat, his expression was as triumphant as ever.

While gently stroking his neck, Ilho Shingae made a strange expression.

"Half an inch."

"...."

"If the sword had penetrated just half an inch deeper, my life would have been over. You've had quite an unfortunate event. However, it's not as if misfortune doesn't visit everyone in the world."

Chung Myung's face twisted. As he tried to say something, a urgent voice came from behind.

"Sasuk!"

"Damn it! Sasuk!"

Chung Myung bit his lips. Ilho Shingae laughed as if he had won.

'Gotcha.'

The invincible Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword, whom no one in the world could subdue. It was none other than Ilho Shingae who had brought him down, the greatest sword of the Mount Hua Sect and the chief of the Heavenly Comrade Alliance.

This was something that even the Paegun of the Evil Tyrant Alliance and the Beopjeong of Shaolin could not achieve!

Chung Myung snarled, looking at Ilho Shingae's satisfied face.

"Do you think you've won...."

"Oh, it seems like Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword still doesn't know the situation. Well, I'll make you realize. Let you see the consequences of hasty recklessness."

Ilho Shingae let out a mocking laughter. Then, his mouth opened. Chung Myung instinctively moved the sword, but he couldn't rush in recklessly. It was impossible for Chung Myung to break through the elders who had gathered once again and kill Ilho Shingae.

"No restraint!"

Ilho Shingae shouted. All eyes turned to him.

"Kill them all! Leave not a single one alive! Don't let what happened here leak out!"

"Yes!"

Elders, with determination in their eyes, rushed towards the disciples of Mount Hua Sect.

"Let's just kill them all!"

"That's not allowed!"

"Damn it! You're just telling us to die, what is this!"

Jo Gol shouted with a resentful voice.

Everyone's eyes shook as they stood firm, protecting the injured Baek Cheon.

But at that moment.

Kwaaaaang!

Suddenly, one side of the hall's wall burst open with a loud noise. Without any warning or sign.

"What, what's happening?"

"Is it an ambush?"

The bewildered elders turned their heads. Even the disciples of Mount Hua, who had gathered there, were surprised and turned their gaze in that direction.

The only one not surprised in this situation was Ilho Shingae.

"It seems like they've arrived."

His mocking voice penetrated Chung Myung's ears.

"Did I say I was a dog? Then before you die, make sure to tell me how it feels to be bitten by a dog."

The dust that had risen when the wall collapsed was gradually swept away by the wind, revealing a clear and beautiful sky. However, no one in this place paid attention to the sky.

There was something more captivating than the sky.

Taat!

A group entered without hesitation.

"Uh..."

The startled elders murmured.

Although you couldn't recognize each individual, just by looking at the attire they wore, you could identify them.

Dark yellow robes. There was only one place in the world where one could wear such clothes.

"S-Sh, Shaolin?"

"Why is Shaolin here...?"

Thud!

Monks with shaved heads and marks on their foreheads, representing Shaolin, entered the Great Hall. The elders swallowed dry saliva as they surrounded Mount Hua's disciples.

The monk who had directed his gaze at Chung Myung, who was confronting Ilho Shingae, turned to look at Mount Hua's disciples surrounded by the elders.

Caught by that gaze, Jo Gol twitched and then burst into a disappointed laugh.

"Damn it... This place turned out to be a real tiger's den."

It was like a real tiger coming out of a cave where they had come to catch a wolf. Who could have predicted such a thing?

"...Just the presence of Shaolin is overwhelming."

Yoon Jong, who usually didn't make crying sounds, let out a sigh.

Even if they used dirty tricks now, they couldn't win, let alone escape. Because the opponent was none other than Shaolin.

"What should we do, Sasuk?"

Baek Cheon, who was holding his injured shoulder, bit his lips tightly.

"S- Shaolin?"

The elders who were escorting Ilho Shingae tightened their fists.

If Ilho Shingae was preparing for something, could it be Shaolin! If Shaolin was helping, it was no different from the arrival of an unstoppable force.

No, it was not just comparable to an unstoppable force. If Shaolin helped, there would be no need to worry about resolving all of this. It could even shake off the last burden to erase the core elements of Heavenly Comrade Alliance.

It was truly a move that could be called miraculous.

"Indeed..."

Indeed, the Tiger's Beggar. Although it was a small flaw to be pushed back against Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword Chung Myung's martial arts, Ilho Shingae did not allow that flaw to be considered a flaw.

It was only natural for the leader of Beggar's Union to become like this.

"Great job, elder..."

The elders looked at Ilho Shingae with admiration and respect.

However, that gaze soon turned into suspicion.

Because there was a strange expression on Ilho Shingae's face. As if... he was facing an unimaginable scene.

"G- Grand Elder?"

The elders looked at Ilho Shingae with perplexed faces. Ilho Shingae mumbled absentmindedly, as if not hearing anyone.

"S- Shao...lin?"

"Yes?"

"Shaolin..."

Something was strange. Something was wrong. The elders felt that moment as if they were hit by a sudden intuition.

Kwaaang!

Suddenly, it seemed as if the door inside the Great Hall burst open, and a strange crowd rushed in.

Their momentum was truly formidable, and unlike Shaolin, who had just revealed themselves, their attire was diverse. Even their energy was rough and unpredictable, unlike Shaolin's unified presence. As soon as these men entered the Great Hall, they emitted a fierce aura.

"Ilho Shingae! As agreed..."

The one who was about to let out a roar suddenly stopped. On the opposite side, they noticed the presence of Shaolin monks.

The faces of the unfamiliar intruders showed confusion.

"This, this is... Shaolin! Isn't the situation different? I've never heard such words. I swear, Ilho Shingae!"

The elders looked at them with bewilderment. Who on earth were they talking about?

"What's the situation now?"

With consecutive unexpected incidents, everyone fell into confusion.

"Amitabha."

At that moment, a solemn and resonant Buddhist chant echoed within the hall. The Shaolin who had uttered the Buddhist chant raised his head.

"Where is the Sect Leader?"

There was no immediate response. He asked again.

"I will ask again. Where is the Sect Leader?"

The bewildered elders involuntarily turned to look in the direction of Pungyeong Shin Gae.

If they had truly intended to present Ilho Shingae as the representative to welcome the Shaolin, they should never have done so in this manner. However, when people are flustered, they tend to follow their instincts. Thus, this action clearly proved that, in this situation, Pungyeong Shin Gae was still the true sect leader.

"I am here."

Pungyeong Shin Gae, covered in injuries and blood dripping from his mouth, stepped forward.

"I am Pungyeong Shin Gae, the sect leader of the Beggar's Union."

The Shaolin monk nodded slightly. Just by looking at the gazes of the others, there was no doubt about his identity.

"Amitabha. Disciples of Shaolin, including the chief disciple Hye Bang." 

Clear radiance emanated from the eyes of those standing behind Hye Bang.

"We received the request to help the Sect Leader."

The elders' mouths hung open. Between their bewilderment and suspicion, a mixture of gasps spread throughout the hall.

"What is this...?"

"It's Shaolin! But why is Shaolin helping now?"

As if answering these questions, Hye Bang's resonant voice, filled with internal power, spread throughout every corner of the hall.

"Spreading false rumors of the Sect Leader's death, even when it is clear that the Sect Leader is alive, is a clear violation of justice, done in an attempt to usurp that position!"

Now, all eyes turned towards Ilho Shingae.

Although the elders wanted an explanation with their gaze, Ilho Shingae couldn't utter a single word. After all, he did not summon Shaolin.

"Elders, acknowledge your shame and step back. If you do not, the disciples of Shaolin, including me, will have no choice but to intervene in this matter at the request of the Sect Leader."

"What is this...?"

"Amitabha."

With determination not to hear any more excuses, the Shaolin monk's chanting resounded firmly.

Hye Bang's gaze, which had ended all the talk, focused on one place.

"Sahyung."

There, Hye. Yeon, with tears brimming in his large eyes as if ready to burst into tears at any moment, stood.

A small smile appeared on Hye Bang's lips. Even without words, they understood each other's situations.

However, even at this moment, the elders continued to look around nervously, seemingly not wanting to accept the situation even if they knew everything.

The one to break the silence was a small groan. The entrance of the one who would succinctly organize the entire situation.

"Ugh... Let's go together."

The outer wall of the devastated hall behind the sturdy Shaolin disciples. From the debris, a hand suddenly emerged.

Crawling out while making groaning sounds, the person revealed himself.

He was someone that the elders knew very well.

"Ho, Hong Daekwang?"

"How, how did you end up here?"

Capturing the attention of the elders all at once, Hong Daekwang made an indifferent expression, then turned his head to find someone. Finally finding the one he was looking for, he shouted with a voice mixed with irritation and cheers.

"I'm not late, Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword! Don't bother me again! I thought I broke my leg while going to Song Mountain!"

Not only the elders but also Ilho Shingae looked at Chung Myung with a face that had received a blow. There was a... wicked smile on Chung Myung's lips.

"What... What did he say?"

"...."

"Did you say my intelligence wasn't as much as the rumors?"

Although Ilho Shingae's words were a bit exaggerated, it seemed like Chung Myung heard them clearly.

"It could be. Oh, it could be. But... What do you call someone more foolish than that stupid bastard?"

"You...!"

"The situation has changed, so let's proceed with the negotiations appropriately."

Flicking his sword lightly, Chung Myung took a step towards Ilho Shingae. Ilho Shingae and the elders who were protecting him inadvertently took a few steps back.

"Some people settle things through words."

"...."

"I'm not good with words, so let's talk through blades, you bastards."

The corners of Chung Myung's mouth twisted wickedly.