Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 188
Just one blow?
Tang Zhan’s eyes were stunned.
A blow. It was only a jolt.
Tang Zhan’s gaze was drawn to Tang Hao, who had collapsed on the floor.
‘How could this have happened?’
Tang Hao, while not as good as Tang Zhan, is the son of the Sichuan Tang Family. It is not a skill that anyone can beat. No, it must be stated that he is not lacking in any other area.
Tang Hao was knocked unconscious by a single blow and collapsed on the floor.
Careless?
Of course, he could be.
However, this does not excuse the situation that has progressed this far. Aiming for a gap in your opponent’s carelessness is also a skill.
Tang Zhan’s mouth tightened as he clapped his lips several times to say something.
There is no point in saying anything at this point.
Unlike Tang Zhan, who tries to conceal his blush, Jo-Gol’s face is slightly flushed.
‘Wow, how……!’
Tang Hao, lying on the floor, appears in his vision.
Tang Family’s direct ancestors
In the past, they were a barrier that could not be broken down no matter how hard Jo-Gol tried and a heavenly figure that he had to carry for the rest of his life.
But that wall has now crumbled.
Jo-Gol grabs the sword handle with a happy and excited expression on his face.
And at that precise moment.
“What comes next?”
“…….”
A crooked voice penetrates Jo-Gol’s ears.
‘Don’t turn around. ‘Don’t look back.’
He knows what kind of eyes his Sahyung will be looking at behind his back. He shouldn’t leave a gap for that pack of hounds.
“These are such cool swordmen.”
“You’re playing it cool!”
“That one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one, that one,
Isn’t it touching?
It is so hot that sweat is dripping from his body.
‘We should avoid making eye contact for a while.’
If they happen to collide…
“Neeexxtttt???”
“…….”
To begin with, he should avoid him even if he dies.
Jo-Gol, who coughed up his embarrassment, takes the sword and points it at Tang Zhan.
“Are you not coming?”
“…….”
Tang Zhan was not upset by the words, but Tang Myeong was by his side.
“How could you?”
A hand in green leather gloves blocks Tang Myeong’s path as he grinds his teeth and steps forward.
“Brother?”
Tang Zhan stared coldly at Tang Myeong.
“Take a step back.”
“But he’s too conceited…”
“It’s not your adversary.”
Tang Myeong’s eyes widened.
It’s not like he doesn’t understand what Tang Zhan means anymore. Tang Myeong’s gaze, alternating between Tang Zhan and Jo-Gol, soon reached Tang Hao, who was lying on the floor.
“…….”
Tang Hao and his abilities are virtually identical. Tang Hao’s defeat implies that he, too, could be defeated.
It also implies that Jo-Gol’s knocking down of Tang Hao was no accident.
Tang Myeong, who had lost his cool, bit his lower lip and walked forward silently. Tang Zhan didn’t stop him this time either.
Tang Myeong returned to his seat, carrying Tang Hao, who had collapsed on the floor.
“Remain calm.”
“Yes.”
Even if he doesn’t believe in Jo-Gol’s abilities, he can’t defy Tang Zhan’s orders. Tang Zhan and he have different roles in the family, even though they are brothers.
Tang Zhan, who had ordered Tang Myeong, cast a relaxed glance behind him at Jo-Gol and Mount Hua’s disciple.
“My brother made a blunder.”
“…….”
“But I’m not like him, so you should be cautious.”
Jo-Gol’s body was filled with strength after hearing that, and his body recognized Tang Zhan’s strength before his head.
‘Is he stronger than a Wudang disciple?’
He’d already crossed swords with Wudang’s second-class disciple, and it wasn’t difficult to win, but Tang Zhan appeared to be one level higher.
That’s all.
It is impossible to compare the disciples of a large faction like Wudang to the direct ascendant of a small elite family like the Tang; Black Dragon would have to confront Tang Zhan in person.
‘The Black Dragon.’
It’s as if Jo-Gol is dealing with the same Black Dragon as Baek Chun.
‘How powerful am I?’
Jo-Gol’s heart was pounding a little faster.
That was the turning point.
“Take a look, look, look. Look at how his shoulders are moving. “I’m going to perish.”
“…….”
‘That ghost,’
Chung Myung’s irritating voice pierced Jo-Gol’s ears.
“How can a man be so excited when he should be restrained in front of his opponent?” How can he be so giddy as a wild goose? Isn’t it because you’ve had the season of eternal youth cover your ears? ”
Pak.
Chung Myung’s words cut like a dagger into Jo-Gol’s back.
“I’ve told you several times that the first person to die on the battlefield is the one who gets excited, but why don’t you listen? Do you truly wish to die? Then you won’t have to die that way. You can stick your nose in the dishwater, but why would you want to die in the hands of others?”
Pakk once more.
Jo-Gol shook.
Even if the body is struck with a dagger, it will not hurt like this.
But it wasn’t just the discomfort.
‘I’m going insane.’
Excited to be able to fight an enemy in front of him, even a child picking up a sword for the first time would not make such a blunder.
His head is cold, but what about his chest?
‘My chest is also cold!’
The martial arts of Mount Hua place everything on the delicacy of the sword’s tip; if the sword is not fully controlled, its power is only half-revealed.
‘It’s getting colder.’
Jo-Gol’s eyes drooped.
“Hmph.”
Chung Myung, who was watching the scene, simply nods.
“Do I really need to tell you?”
‘You must do it on your own!’
However, he quickly regained his composure, and Chung Myung was relieved that the training thus far had not been in vain.
Back Chun, who was standing behind him, gave him an odd look.
‘This individual….’
Baek Chun is incapable of leading his Sajil like Chung Myung.
He can’t teach and then let him go, but he reasoned that it would be better for him to look after them and guide them in the right direction than Chung Myung.
But at this point, Baek Chun couldn’t help but realize.
‘It could be this guy who is thinking about the Sajil.’
A child cannot grow up in their parents’ arms, and if they are not allowed to go to the water for fear of breaking their knees or falling into the water, the child will be unable to soak his feet in the water for the rest of his life.
To distribute them.
Even if one is worried and anxious, trust and let them go; that is how children are raised.
Tang Zhan wouldn’t be able to endure even a single move if Chung Myung came forward himself, but instead, Chung Myung clenched his fists and tried to calm his anxious heart.
‘I’ve got a long way to go.’
Baek Chun pursed his lips and turned to face Jo-Gol.
Believe.
In the Sajil.
And the Mount Hua disciples.
Tang Zhan’s gaze is fixed on Jo-Gol.
It’s peaceful.
Jo-Gol’s face, pointed with the sword, is devoid of any random thoughts.
It’s an incredible concentration.
No, it could be something other than concentration.
‘Can I concentrate that intensely?’
That is excessive.
At least for the time being.
On the other hand, Tang Zhan didn’t believe he was being pushed back; concentration is just a measure of force, and it is meaningless in the face of a stronger force.
Sreak.
Willow Flying Dagger makes an eerie frictional sound when held inside the sleeve.
Sreak, Sreak, Sreak.
The frictional began to accelerate, as if to heighten the atmosphere.
And in that split second!
Tang Zhan’s hand was yanked from his sleeve like lightning, and three Willow Flying Dagger flew toward Jo-Gol like a beam of light.
Swaakk!
The knife was already near Jo-Gol as soon as something flashed.
Jo-Gol’s eyes glowed.
Kwang, Kwang, Kwang!
Jo-Gol twisted his body greatly after removing two daggers, and even he, who boasts the sharpest sword among third-class disciples of Mount Hua, failed to remove all three daggers.
He had no choice but to avoid the final one.
Swaakk!
Then, two Willow Flying Dagger fly toward Jo-Gol once more.
“A gap!”
Jo-Gol, whose body was out of balance, slammed the sword into the floor, recoiling and floating into the air, escaping the dagger.
Sasak.
Willow Flying Knife barely grazes the tips of his hair, which is cut and fluttered.
“Strong!”
Meanwhile, Jo-Gol was blown away by his opponent’s power.
Throwing art that is simple.
It’s all about throwing it hard with internal strength, but the knife has a terrifying perfection to it, as if it demonstrated how long Tang Zhan had struggled to cultivate it.
A clean release with lightning-fast speeds.
Above all else….
“Taaah!”
Five daggers are rushing toward Jo-Gol, who is on the ground.
‘Connected!’
Tang Zhan’s Willow Flying Knife was unstoppable, as if he had planned this situation since the first two daggers were thrown.
Paatt!
Five Willow Flying Daggers rotate to target the entire body of Jo-Gol.
If even a single dagger pierces him, it will inflict a terrible, life-threatening wound, even if the dagger is not poisoned.
‘Strong.’
Tang Zhan is powerful.
But!
‘I apologize!’
Jo-Gol pursed his lips.
Jo-Gol kicks the air with all his strength, gaining speed with the rebound that exudes energy and then driving toward the flying knife.
‘Every day, I fight a monster worse than you!’
The fingertips are clinging to the sword.
As if the sword had transformed into his arm.
Is the opponent formidable?
Dangerous?
What does this imply?
Mount Hua’s plum blossoms bloom even in rain, wind, and freezing blizzards.
There is no reason why plum blossoms cannot bloom in any conditions!
At the tip of Jo-Gol’s sword, a small flower bud forms.
Bloom.
Bloom!
It didn’t take long for Jo-Gol’s finished plum blossoms to spread out and cover all five flying daggers.
Kwaang, Kwaang, Kwaang!
The dagger is unable to penetrate the plum blossoms and bounces back.
Jo-Gol, who was attempting to jump on Tang Zhan with momentum, comes to a halt.
Gooooo!
Tang Zhan’s last Willow Flying Dagger was spinning at an invisible speed.
Looking at him, he can tell how much energy is being pushed into that dagger.
‘Twelve Dagger!’
He has heard of it before.
Tang Family Secret Method
‘Beware of the man with eleven daggers; the last dagger will steal your soul without you even realizing it.’
Tang Zhan’s hands are holding the final dagger that will pierce Jo-Gol’s soul.
Wooong.
Tang Zhan’s dagger slowly flies away from him and toward Jo-Gol.
Slowly, extremely slowly.
Jo-Gol regarded the scene with admiration.
It’s odd that the dagger does not fall to the ground despite flying at such a slow speed that he can’t be hit even if he wanted to.
Despite his ridiculous appearance, Jo-Gol’s entire body begins to sweat as soon as he sees the dagger.
It’s on its way.
Something incredible is bound to happen.
It was that exact moment.
Kwaaaa!
The dagger, which flew slowly as if it had come to a halt, was shot at Jo-Gal at breakneck speed.
It’s too fast to keep up with one eye.
It wasn’t until the dagger was right in front of Jo-Gol’s neck that he realized what was going on.
“Jo-Gol!”
“Argh!”
Mount Hua’s disciples were taken aback by the incredible speed.
However, Jo-Gol’s gaze was unaffected.
A step.
Take a step to the side.
And there’s a twist.
The entire body!
Slit!
Jo-Gol’s throat was slashed by half an inch, and blood spurted from his neck and splattered into the air.
Jo-Gol’s body stumbled as if about to collapse.
‘I got him!’
Tang Zhan was about to shout for joy at this point.
Jo-Gol’s body spins once, then kicks the floor and runs like lightning toward Tang Zhan.
“Huh?”
Tang Zhan didn’t see Jo-Gol at the moment.
‘Plum Blossoms,’
The plum blossoms had completely obscured his vision.
It’s simply breathtaking.
Tok!
Tang Zhan notices a slight weight on his shoulder.
There was a sword on his shoulder where plum blossoms had vanished before his eyes.
Jo-Gol, who was bleeding from the neck.
His sword is resting on Tang Zhan’s shoulder.
“…….”
Tang Zhan opened his mouth because he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
“The following… is, uh… I’m not capable.”
Jo-Gol shakes his head and smiles.
“In any case, my victory.”
Tang Zhan closed his eyes tightly as he looked at his grinning face.
Defeat.
There was no excuse for the defeat.