Chương 378: Chapter 1266: Worry About Those Myriad Man Manor Bastards! (Part 1)
'These people are the Heavenly Comrade Alliance!'
Kim Yang Baek couldn't contain his astonishment.
In fact, when discussing the initial plan, Kim Yang Baek never doubted that they would be the ones leading this operation.
It was a slightly different issue from who was devising the plan. The question was who would execute the plan with their power.
In Kim Yang Baek's mind, it should naturally be him and the elders of the Southern Island Sect. Why? Wasn't that obvious?
Even though the reputation of Mount Hua's Chivalrous Sword spanned the whole world and the fame of Mount Hua's Five Swords resonated even in the Southern Island Sect, and even though those who came with them were said to be the heirs of the Five Great Families, they were still youngsters.
Weren't they even younger than Guo Hansuo, the head disciple of the Southern Island Sect?
While he undoubtedly acknowledged their reputation and status, he had been training for decades longer than them, so the idea that he would fall behind in martial skills to these youngsters was unthinkable.
However, the members of the Heavenly Comrade Alliance, especially those from Mount Hua, shattered these thoughts.
"Haahhh!"
The sword of Baek Cheon, the Deputy Sect Leader of the Mount Hua Sect, emitted crimson energy. The scattered energy turned into red petals that swept through the enemy.
It was a sword energy that made it impossible to distinguish between what was real and what was illusory.
Originally, the purpose of this technique was to neutralize the defenses of an opponent that couldn't be penetrated with straightforward martial arts alone.
However, the essence of Baek Cheon's sword energy went beyond that.
Distinguishing between hundreds of real and fake sword energies was meaningless. Even if you could perfectly distinguish them, you couldn't block them.
"Kuk!"
"Aaargh!"
And this fact was clearly proving a challenge for the members of the Myriad Man Manor. Blocking those small sword energies one by one in this chaotic melee battle was by no means an easy task.
It might seem easy to distinguish and block those sword energies individually, but in reality, it was entirely different. In a one-on-one fight, there would be plenty of space to maneuver, but in the current situation, retreating was impossible.
In other words, Mount Hua's sword technique demonstrated remarkable power in the battlefield where they fought as a group.
'It's easier said than done.'
If using such sword energies were as easy as talking, wouldn't all the martial artists in the world make the same choice? Sword energy was the essence of a martial artist's strength, and manipulating that energy to move in a desired way was an extremely complex task.
Even in this urgent situation, it was unimaginable how much training they must have undergone to wield it freely.
'How did these youngsters attain such skills...'
If someone else had said it, it might have been considered an impolite thought. However, Kim Yang Baek was more than qualified to think that way. After all, he was the one responsible for one of the pillars of the Ten Great Sects, representing the Southern Island Sect.
And in his eyes, the skills of these young swordsmen were on par with the elders of the Southern Island Sect. No, objectively speaking, they might even surpass the elders of the Southern Island Sect as martial artists.
"Die! You Myriad Man Manor brats!" ["Myriad Man Manor" is "Man-in-bang", so it's very easy to say in Korean lol]
"Gol-ah! I told you not to run out like a wild horse!"
"But they're from Myriad Man Manor, Sahyung!"
"Shut up and keep your feet on the ground! You damn bastard!"
Moreover, their experience in facing enemies far surpassed that of the elders of the Southern Island Sect. Instead of being overwhelmed by the madness of the battlefield unfolding before their eyes, they not only refused to be frightened but also boosted their morale as if they were about to rush out at any moment.
'Is this the Mount Hua Sect?'
Kim Yang Baek realized it once again.
While the Southern Island Sect was immersed in the dream of honing their sword skills in this distant Southern Island, they had been fighting and becoming stronger countless times.
Stagnant water rots.
It struck him then that perhaps the work he had done for the Southern Island Sect might have turned the sect into a small puddle trapped on an island, rather than the vast sea.
"Sect Leader!"
"I got it!"
At the intense voice coming from beside him, Kim Yang Baek snapped back to attention.
Kwoong!
Unlike usual, he stepped strongly into the stance. Simultaneously, the sword energy, like a raging wave, surged fiercely from his swung sword.
Kwaaaaaa!
The Southern Island Sect's sword was like the rushing wind and surging waves.
Kim Yang Baek's sword swung again and again.
One wave! Another wave! Another wave!
Like waves endlessly crashing against the shore, Kim Yang Baek's sword energy relentlessly surged toward the enemies.
The faces of the Myriad Man Manor disciples turned pale.
Unlike the light Mount Hua's sword, which was flashy yet light, Kim Yang Baek's sword energy was truly rough and heavy. The inherent strength within it alone was enough to make people feel overwhelmed.
"Hold your ground! We have to endure here until we completely secure the ship!"
"Yes!"
The elders who witnessed this sword energy also courageously wielded their swords.
Im Sobyeong, who was observing the situation from behind, chuckled.
"The Ten Great Sects are indeed the Ten Great Sects."
The young Southern Island Sect disciples running around to occupy the ship were, in fact, not much help. Judging it objectively, no matter how prestigious the Southern Island Sect was, it wasn't easy for those experiencing real combat for the first time to fulfill their roles. It would be fortunate if they could display half of their usual skills.
But Kim Yang Baek and the other elders were skillfully displaying their abilities without reservation, as if to prove the time and experience they had accumulated in Kangho. Their joining clearly strengthened the front line.
However...
"It won't last long."
The limits were vivid.
"Kill them!"
"Kill them all!"
The Myriad Man Manor disciples, trampling over the fallen bodies of their comrades, rushed forward like mad dogs.
The number of those maintaining the front line was barely thirty. Even if they were highly skilled martial artists, facing thousands of Myriad Man Manor disciples until the end was impossible.
If that were possible, would Myriad Man Manor have become the ruler of the Evil Tyrant Alliance?
The only reason they could endure now was that Mount Hua decisively suppressed the opponents' momentum by breaking it once. But even that couldn't last forever.
"Ugh!"
"Endure!"
Swish!
Jo Gol's left arm was slashed by a swift attack. Blood splattered.
"Gol-ah!"
"Don't make a fuss, Sahyung!"
"Get Back! I'll..."
"Oh, stop worrying!"
Gritting his teeth, Jo Gol pierced through the neck of the approaching enemy in one swift motion.
Squelch!
The moment the sword was pulled out, hot blood gushed out from the gaping hole, pouring over his face.
'It's endless.'
Even if he killed and killed again, the numbers didn't decrease. No, to be honest, here, one couldn't even grasp where this onslaught might would end.
It felt as if the vast coastline was entirely filled with Myriad Man Manor members.
"Aaaaargh!"
The scream that came from his side almost made Jo Gol almost turned his head. Only at the last moment did he fix his gaze forward with superhuman patience. He couldn't turn his head now.
'No!'
That voice wasn't one he recognized. Perhaps it was the sound of one of the elders from the Southern Island Sect falling.
But there was no reason to be at ease. After all, those who couldn't hold on were coming out one after another. [idk]
"Nooo!"
The enemies' reactions became even more agile.
The Myriad Man Manor disciples, who had learned that they were all facing only a few, slowed their momentum a bit and pushed more people forward. And so, someone sprinkled poison over their heads, and someone randomly stabbed their swords through the gaps between people.
Seemingly meaningless blind slashes, but even that became a significant threat to those enduring.
"Ugh!"
"Sago!"
"Hold your ground!"
Yoo Iseol's cold voice brought Jo Gol to his senses.
"Damn! Nokrim King! How much more?"
"...No, it's about time. What the hell are those bastards doing?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly, Im Sobyeong's voice burst out.
"Hey, you idiots! What are you doing right now?"
What Im Sobyeong saw was the the disciples of the Southern Island Sect jumping off the ship and pushing the boat with all their might towards the sea. As if protesting against the curses flying behind them, one of them shouted.
"The ship, the ship! The ship is stranded on a sand dune! We have to push it out!"
"What?"
Im Sobyeong looked at the ship again with surprised eyes. Now, it was clear that the front part of the ship was stranded on the coast.
'It didn't look like that a moment ago?'
Did he misunderstand the situation?
"It's because of the ebb tide! The water is draining!"
"Ebb tide? What does that even mean?"
As if frustrated, Lee Ziyang rolled his eyes.
But even Im Sobyeong had something to say. How could he, who had lived his whole life in the mountains, possibly understand the tides of the island? [haha]
"Push it out right away!"
"But the ship is so huge..."
"Get it out now!"
"Nokrim King! This way!"
"Huh?"
"Hye Yeon, monk!"
"Yes!"
Before Im Sobyeong could make a decision, Hye Yeon, who received Baek Cheon's order, rushed forward like lightning. Seeing that scene, Im Sobyeong's eyes twinkled like a lantern.
"You crazy brat! Then the front line will be va..."
"I'll go!"
"Aaaah! Move! Not you, you bastard!"
Im Sobyeong kicked aside Seol So Baek, who was about to run forward, and rushed into the spot where Hye Yeon was, wielding his fan as if to beat them to death.
"You idiots who don't know the value of your lives! You won't come to your senses until you all die!"
No matter what Im Sobyeong muttered, Hye Yeon reached the ship and shouted.
"Get out of the way!"
"Huh?"
"Hurry!"
The disciples of the Southern Island Sect were startled and made way. Hye Yeon briefly hesitated and then pressed his palm against the ship.
"Whoo!"
Wooooooong!
Hye Yeon's clothes swelled up as if they would burst at any moment.
"Woooh!"
At the same time, Hye Yeon stepped forward and began pushing the large ship with his stomach.
"Wait a moment!"
The terrified Guo Gansuo hurriedly tried to stop him. Of course, the ship was a very sturdy object, but in the end, it was made of wood and could be infinitely fragile. If a force strong enough to push that large ship was concentrated in one place, wouldn't the wood break and create holes before the ship even moved?
"Please stop‥"
However, Guo Hansuo's concerns were instantly extinguished.
The golden energy emitted from Hye Yeon covered the front of the ship widely, and soon the massive ship began to move backward with a creaking sound.
"... This can't be real‥"
How could a person push such a large ship alone? This was not something that could simply be attributed to physical strength.
"Woooh!"
At that moment, Hye Yeon roared like a lion, and in an instant, the ship was completely pushed out. The ship, pushed out beyond the sand dune, hit the water surface with a loud splash.
"It's done!"
"You did it!"
"The best!"
The disciples of the Southern Island Sect cheered as if they had personally pushed the ship.
"Next!"
"This ship here! This way!"
"Those who are left, get on the ship right away. Quickly!"
"Yes!"
Hye Yeon shouted as he immediately latched onto the other boat and pushed it.
"Drive the ship out! Right now!"
"Raise the sails!"
"Those with idle hands, get down and take the oars!"
The ships that had been stranded on the coast began to move slowly towards the vast sea.
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Bagel_Seeds ...can't wait to see this in full color action ten years later...ugh... ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽...ten years....
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