MTLNOVEL Chapter 27
Chapter 27
—–CROW—–
A moment later, the wall crumbled from the impact of Tae-san Il-gwon’s collision.
Rumble—
The Hegemon Clan disciples, stunned by the shocking outcome, finally snapped back to reality at the loud noise and moved in unison.
“L-Leader!”
“Are you alright?!”
As they tried to pull Tae-san Il-gwon out from under the collapsed wall.
“…”
The Plum Blossom Swordsmen, except for Jeok-geom and Seol-ran, stared at Cheon-hwi, unsure if they were dreaming or awake.
It was an awe-inspiring display of skill.
While the martial arts he had demonstrated at the Five Mountains Gathering five years ago had been shocking, this was on a completely different level.
“It’s incomparable to back then.”
“…Such skill.”
“So this is why Senior Brother and Senior Sister are so devoted to Senior Disciple Cheon-hwi.”
Unlike the astonished disciples, Jeok-geom and Seol-ran, who had been smiling since Cheon-hwi appeared, muttered nonchalantly,
“As expected of Senior Disciple.”
“As expected of Senior Disciple.”
They exchanged smiles and nodded at each other.
“…!”
Then Jeok-geom’s eyes widened as he looked over Seol-ran’s shoulder.
“Senior Brother?”
As Seol-ran called out, flustered by the sudden change in Jeok-geom’s expression.
Thud!
Jeok-geom kicked off the ground forcefully.
Seol-ran turned her head, following Jeok-geom, who had even used the internal energy-consuming Sweeping Leaves Leg Technique.
And she understood why.
At the edge of her vision, Jeok-geom was embracing a man and a woman tightly.
“Family…”
A bitter smile touched her lips as she saw Jeok-geom’s joyful reunion.
Just then, a strange sound reached her ears.
Rumble—
The collapsed wall shook violently, and Tae-san Il-gwon emerged.
The Hegemon Scenic Group members, who had been removing the debris, looked at Tae-san Il-gwon, seemingly unharmed, and sighed in relief.
“Ugh.”
Tae-san Il-gwon groaned and clutched his injured abdomen.
“L-Leader!”
“A-Are you alright?!”
As the Hegemon Clan disciples rushed to his side to support him, Tae-san Il-gwon raised a massive hand to stop them.
Although he appeared unharmed, his insides were churning from Cheon-hwi’s Internal Style Heavy Hand Technique.
Grimace—
Tae-san Il-gwon, his forehead veins bulging as he endured the pain, spoke with difficulty,
“I’m… alright.”
Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly circulated his Mount Tai Void internal energy.
His complexion improved as he suppressed his internal injuries with his internal energy, but his expression remained grim.
‘To think a single blow could do this much damage.’
He glared at Cheon-hwi.
Just one punch.
But that was enough for him, a master of fist techniques, to understand how strong the young Taoist priest was.
A deep wrinkle formed on his forehead.
‘He’s not an opponent to be taken lightly.’
Meanwhile, Cheon-hwi looked at Tae-san Il-gwon and those surrounding him.
‘Was he really the leader?’
Cheon-hwi tilted his head.
Tae-san Il-gwon’s aura and skill were too insignificant for someone called a leader.
In his eyes, he was no different from those standing beside him.
“Who are you?”
Tae-san Il-gwon asked.
“Me?”
Cheon-hwi chuckled and then waved his sleeve, embroidered with a red plum blossom.
“Can’t you see this? Or are you too ignorant to recognize it?”
Tae-san Il-gwon’s face turned crimson.
He was already furious at being defeated by a young Taoist priest, and now he was being openly mocked, making him even angrier.
“T-That… How can such a person be a Taoist priest of Mount Hua Sect?!”
Cheon-hwi stopped waving his sleeve as he saw Tae-san Il-gwon trembling with rage.
“Oh, you know.”
Gnash!
Tae-san Il-gwon’s face turned even redder at the continued mockery.
“You bastard!”
Unable to contain his anger any longer, he stomped his foot and roared,
“Everyone, form ranks!”
“Yes, sir!”
The Hegemon Clan disciples, or rather, the Hegemon Scenic Group members, scattered and formed a circle around Cheon-hwi.
‘Go ahead, try something.’
Cheon-hwi waited for their next move.
The Hegemon Scenic Group members surrounding him exuded a strong killing intent and assumed a battle stance.
Cheon-hwi’s eyes narrowed.
He could feel their sharpened aura and intensified killing intent, but…
‘I was expecting more. Disappointing.’
Cheon-hwi felt deflated.
He hadn’t expected the Sword Demon Formation or the Plum Blossom Sword Formation.
He had simply hoped for a somewhat challenging fight, but this wasn’t even close.
‘I waited for nothing.’
Cheon-hwi’s expression soured.
However, his actions were interpreted differently by the others.
‘He’s frozen by the pressure of the Hegemon Scenic Formation!’
Tae-san Il-gwon’s grim expression softened.
Even the greatest expert couldn’t overcome sheer numbers.
“No matter how skilled you are, you can’t escape the Hegemon Scenic Formation!”
Tae-san Il-gwon’s confident shout boosted the morale of the Hegemon Scenic Group members.
“Attack!”
Seizing the momentum, Tae-san Il-gwon gave the order.
Thud! Thud!
The Hegemon Scenic Group members charged at Cheon-hwi from all directions, moving as one.
Cheon-hwi scanned them.
Swords, blades, fists, palm strikes.
Their weapons and unique martial arts varied, but their movements were unified.
Sweep—
Cheon-hwi raised his index finger.
The Hegemon Scenic Group members sneered at his gesture, raising his index finger instead of drawing his sword.
But they didn’t know.
That it was their death sentence.
Flash!
A crimson light illuminated the surroundings, and beautiful plum blossoms bloomed everywhere.
A breathtakingly beautiful scene.
But the result was horrific.
Thud— Thud—
Lifeless bodies, with holes in their foreheads, littered the ground.
“That’s!”
Go Gye-yeong, who had been embracing Jeok-geom, widened his eyes and looked ahead.
‘That’s it! That’s what it was! That crimson light from his index finger pierced the Cold-Faced Blade Demon.’
Jeok-geom, watching from beside him, was also shocked.
“W-What is that…?”
He had thought he knew Cheon-hwi well, having served him for five years.
But he was wrong.
‘Did Mount Hua Sect have such a technique?’
Jeok-geom recalled the technique he had just witnessed.
The plum blossoms that bloomed from Cheon-hwi’s index finger, accompanied by the crimson light, were beautiful yet brutal.
‘When did he learn such a technique…?’
Jeok-geom composed himself.
It wasn’t just today; he had never been able to keep up with Cheon-hwi.
He had thought he was talented, having been personally chosen by his master, but after meeting Cheon-hwi, he realized something.
Compared to Cheon-hwi, his talent was like a firefly in front of the sun.
‘As expected of Senior Disciple.’
As Jeok-geom came to terms with this.
“…!”
The other Plum Blossom Swordsmen were confused by the technique Cheon-hwi had just used.
Stunned by the unfamiliar martial art, they turned to Seol-ran, who they thought might know something about it.
“S-Senior Sister. What was that?”
“Did our sect have such a technique?”
“Do you know, Senior Sister?”
Seol-ran shook her head at her senior brothers’ questions.
“I don’t know either.”
Her mouth felt dry.
‘He took care of all the opponents we were struggling against in the blink of an eye.’
She was as shocked and astonished as the other Plum Blossom Swordsmen.
‘Senior Disciple Cheon-hwi… he’s been hiding his true strength. Just how powerful is he?’
Her eyes, looking at Cheon-hwi, were filled with even deeper respect.
Just then.
Whoosh!
Cheon-hwi’s figure vanished.
“…!”
The charging Hegemon Scenic Group members’ eyes widened as Cheon-hwi suddenly disappeared.
Swish!
A sharp sound, as if tearing through the air, came from behind them.
Crack!
Their waists bent like broken branches.
Cheon-hwi, appearing and disappearing like a mirage, moved among them, reaping their lives.
“The Hegemon Scenic Formation…”
Tae-san Il-gwon’s jaw dropped.
The Hegemon Scenic Formation amplified the Hegemon Scenic Group members’ internal energy and pressured their opponents.
‘He broke through it with brute force…’
A chill ran down his spine.
Could even he break through the Hegemon Scenic Formation with brute force?
He shook his head.
Although he possessed sixty years of internal energy cultivation, the Hegemon Scenic Formation was formed by over fifty people.
“If this continues…”
Tae-san Il-gwon, realizing that he and the Hegemon Scenic Group were being pushed into a corner, hurriedly circulated his internal energy.
He glared at Cheon-hwi, who was slaughtering the Hegemon Scenic Group members, and waited for an opening.
‘I only have one chance!’
His eyes narrowed.
There was only one option left.
To unleash his only ultimate technique, the Heavenly True Fist, which had earned him the nickname Tae-san Il-gwon.
He gathered all his internal energy into his fist and observed Cheon-hwi.
‘Now!’
As soon as he saw Cheon-hwi grab a Hegemon Scenic Group member’s neck, he kicked off the ground.
And threw a right punch.
Whoosh!
A fierce gale erupted.
As the massive afterimage of the Heavenly True Fist surged towards Cheon-hwi like a wave.
“I was wondering when you’d show up.”
Cheon-hwi looked at him and waved his hand.
Boom!
The air between them exploded.
“…!”
Tae-san Il-gwon’s jaw dropped.
His Heavenly True Fist, unleashed with all his might, vanished mid-air, neutralized by a simple wave of Cheon-hwi’s hand.
“N-No way…”
Cheon-hwi reached out and grabbed Tae-san Il-gwon’s neck as he stared at him in disbelief.
“Gah!”
Tae-san Il-gwon desperately tried to break free, grabbing Cheon-hwi’s right hand with both hands.
“Urgh!”
Cheon-hwi looked at his bulging forearms and muttered,
“Why are these kids so weak?”
“…!”
Tae-san Il-gwon’s eyes widened.
What was he talking about?
‘Weak? You’re the one who’s strong!’
“Mmm, mmm!”
But his thoughts couldn’t be expressed as Cheon-hwi’s hand tightened around his throat.
“This isn’t even fun.”
Cheon-hwi looked at the struggling Tae-san Il-gwon with an indifferent expression and tightened his grip.
Crack—
His neck bones snapped, and he died.
Cheon-hwi looked into Tae-san Il-gwon’s lifeless eyes and tossed his body aside.
The corpse, flying three meters, landed among the Hegemon Scenic Group members.
Gulp—
They stared at Tae-san Il-gwon’s corpse, his tongue lolling out, and were speechless.
—–CROW—–
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