Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 194

Chung Myung and Tang Gun ak stood apart from each other.

Everyone who was watching them sucked dry saliva.

Due to the tension, Chung Myung’s supporters were naturally at a loss.

“Sasuk…”

Yoon Jong inquires, his voice shaking.

“Gaju nim must be very strong, right?”

“……I guess so.”

“How strong will he be?”

Baek Chun’s brow furrowed slightly involuntarily.

How much is it?

It’s a difficult question to answer.

“I don’t know if it is in the whole world, but he’d be in the top three in Sichuan.”

“……I see.”

Yoon Jong’s face darkens slightly.

The top three.

Sichuan’s territory is vast! There are also Emei and Qingcheng sects, two of Sichuan’s Ten Great Sects. And he’s still ranked third?

“Can Chung Myung deal with such a person?”

“…….”

Baek Chun clenched his teeth.

In fact, all he could say was, ‘I don’t know.’

When measuring relative things, standards are required. For example, before discussing Yoon Jong’s strengths, Baek Chun must first discuss how much difference he has between himself and Yoon Jong.

He can know Yoon Jong’s strengths by comparing him to himself and based on him, he can discuss the strength of those who are similar to Yoon Jong.

What about Tang Gun ak, though?

‘It’s just a long way away,’

The power of the highly skilled Tang Gun ak cannot be measured by the short standard of Baek Chun. It simply leads to the conclusion that it is infinitely powerful.

Tang Gun ak is therefore powerful.

He gets goosebumps as a result.

‘But isn’t that also true of Chung Myung?’

Chung Myung is the same way; the Baek Chun standard cannot measure him. How can he predict the outcome of a fight between two people of unknown strength?

It’s only.

“It doesn’t make sense to win.”

“As expected……”

“But if it lasts ten seconds, it’s a different story.”

“…….”

Baek Chun stated confidently.

“An ordinary rising star would not last a second, let alone ten seconds, against Tang Gun ak Gaju nim,” says Chung Myung. “But Chung Myung is not an ordinary rising star.”

Baek Chun’s gaze was drawn to Chung Myung’s back.

‘Do you not blink and watch?’

Baek Chun was aware of this.

Chung Myung could have avoided the fight with Tang Gun ak if he had put his mind to it. A duel is not the only way to demonstrate one’s strength.

On the other hand, Chung Myung caused this situation by provoking Tang Gun ak.

Also, tell them to keep an eye on things.

Why?

‘You filthy a**h*le!’

Baek Chun clenched his teeth.

What is most lacking in Mount Hua.

The first is internal strength.

What else is there?

It’s self-evident.

‘Absolute master,’

This is not to say that there aren’t enough strong men to fill Mount Hua’s forces. It means that there is no such thing as a high point for Mount Hua disciples to see and learn from.

Of course, there are Un Geom and Hyun Sang, but they can’t tell their students what it’s like to be an absolute master. There is no way to comprehend the strength of a person who has transcended the realm of human beings and reached the pinnacle.

So the Mount Hua disciples can only speculate. They’ve been aiming for the kind of strength they can’t see with their own eyes or feel with their bodies.

An absolute master finally appeared in front of such Mount Hua disciples.

Baek Chun gently bites his lips.

‘I’m not going to miss a single one.’

No matter how accurate one’s guess is, it will always differ from seeing it in person.

Baek Chun and Mount Hua’s disciples can climb a little higher just by watching this match.

Baek Chun clenched his fist tightly with that conviction.

Tang Gun ak frowned slightly at Chung Myung in front of him.

‘I’m not sure.’

When he faces each other like this, he can classify and measure people to some extent. He can tell whether the other person is stronger or weaker than himself.

But Chung Myung, who was now in front of him, was ambiguous.

It appears empty, but it also appears deep, as if something has been sucked in. It appears to be thoughtless bravado, but it exudes an oldness that even Tang Gun ak finds perplexing.

‘Should I call it strange?’

How can one person feel so many different things?

This is not discrimination. It was more of a curiosity than anything else.

Tang Gun ak couldn’t wait to find out what was inside that jerk.

It reminded him of when he was a child and his father arrived with a tightly wrapped present. He couldn’t sleep without opening the sealed package to see what was inside.

‘Hmm?’

Tang Gun ak noticed his condition and gave him an odd look.

‘Have I ever been this excited in my life?”

It’s an odd thing.

This was a strange occurrence.

Tang Gun ak took a deep breath and turned to face the source of his excitement.

“Ten seconds.”

This is not a confirmation from Chung Myung. Tang Gun ak was getting closer to understanding the point of this match. He’ll get carried away if he doesn’t.

“If you could only last ten seconds… No, Tang Family will admit you.”

“What a surprise.”

Chung Myung extended his hand and nodded.

“Let’s get started. Don’t hold back.”

Tang Gun ak has a grin on his face.

“That’s daring.”

Tang Gun ak would never forgive someone else for acting like this in front of him, but strangely, he does not feel the same way about Chung Myung.

‘Is it confidence or arrogance?’

Then there’s no reason to dislike him. Confidence is derived from skills, and skills are derived from effort.

Confidence is natural for a warrior who has worked hard to improve himself.

Isn’t Chung Myung a hundred times better than his sons, who are constantly pressed against the qi and unable to make eye contact?

“I heard you destroyed my son’s dagger art.”

“Isn’t that Jo Gol’s Sahyung?”

“…… I’m sure it’s the same.”

“What? It’s completely different.”

“…… it’s not much of a difference.”

Chung Myung has strange eyes for Tang Gun ak.

‘Blood does not lie.’

Tang Gun ak, like the Tang he knew, pretended to be solemn on the surface, but once you got to know him, you realized he was a fool.

“So I’ll deal with you in the same way.”

“Oh? That one you showed me once? ”

“Do you believe it is the same technique?”

Chung Myung laughed.

“Is that even possible?”

“You know it well.”

Even if they are the same, they cannot be the same.

Even if it is the same sword, what unfolds from Jo Gol’s hand, Baek Chun’s hand, and Chung Myung’s hand are all distinct.

As a result, Tang Gun ak’s dagger technique cannot be compared to Tang Zhan’s.

That is what abilities are.

Tang Gun ak put his hand into his sleeve, and when it came out, he had a slightly worn out dagger.

“…….”

Chung Myung is staring at Tang Gun ak’s dagger.

Then, he closed and opened his eyes with a slightly stiff face.

‘It’s been a long time.’

Willow Flying Dagger (Yuyeopbido).

“You will understand that dealing with you with this dagger is an honor. This dagger is the favorite of the person who used the perfect dagger technique in the Tang Family’s long and long history.”

Chung Myung gave a light smile.

‘Well, I think I know more about that Dagger than you do.’

‘I can’t help but suspect.’

That old, hand-stained dagger, because it was the favorite of his dear Tang Family friend.

Chuhonbi (Soul Catching Dagger).

‘You’ve returned to the Tangs.’

Tang Bo’s beloved Chuhonbi in Tang Gun ak’s hands makes him feel strange.

Chung Myung sighed softly and relaxed once more.

“It’s an honor.”

“Honor?”

Paaang!

Tang Gun ak’s dagger literally flew like a light and passed through Chung Myung’s face at that moment, with a formidable wave sound.

Drip.

Even though it only grazed, the cheeks were split open and red blood began to flow.

Tang Gun ak smiled eerily as he looked at it.

“The word ‘honor’ is inappropriate. Because this isn’t going to be a glorious death.”

Chung Myung raised his hand in response to Tang Gun ak’s words, lightly wiping the blood flowing down his cheek and licking the blood on his fingertips.

“Oops.”

With a disgusted expression, he shook his hands.

“Spit! Spit! “I’m losing my appetite.”

He can’t stand the taste of blood.

Chung Myung smiled and looked at Tang Gun ak, rubbing the blood on his clothes with his fingertips.

“One second.”

“……What?”

“There was an attack. “There are nine more to go.”

“Huh?”

Tang Gun ak looks at Chung Myung blankly.

He must have seen the power and speed of the dagger he unleashed as it passed right next to his face, so he should abandon the duel and run away screaming.

Now there are only nine seconds left?

‘He’s a really strange guy.’

Kkaededuk.

Tang Gun ak’s two pieces of Chuhonbi rubbed against each other, making an irritating sound.

“It’s too bad.”

Tang Gun ak’s cool eyes are fixed on Chung Myung.

“I don’t think it’s enough to just take your life.”

“No, you’re going to be sorry?” You made a clumsy move.”

“You…”

“Let me tell you.”

Sreuk.

Chung Myung’s hand was used to draw the sword.

“That was a mistake.” With this sword, from now on.”

Chung Myung’s mischievous expression fades at the same time.

The sword is slowly raised and aimed at Tang Gun ak.

Tang Gun ak unwittingly strengthened his hand holding the dagger as soon as Chung Myung’s sword tip pointed at him.

His face hardened as he felt an unfamiliar sensation in his heart.

‘How do you describe this sensation?’

‘……right.’

It was frightening.

Tang Gun ak gently bit his lips.

He felt eerie in the sword of a child younger than his son.

‘It’s not going to happen.’

Tang Gun ak’s face was devoid of emotion.

‘My name is Tang Gun ak, and I am the King of Poison.’

Tang Gun ak began to fill his intention with sincerity, his pride slightly crumpled.

‘I didn’t mean to let you off the hook from the start.’

If he can’t stop him, he’ll die; what’s the difference between killing a man like that?

What if Chung Myung manages to block all of his daggers?

‘For the first time in decades, the Tang will truly welcome guests.’

A visitor who should be acknowledged and treated with respect.

But…

Crack, crack, crack!

Tang Gun ak’s eyes shone with a terrifying light.

‘That’s not going to happen!’

At the same time, a dagger containing his inner strength was thrown once more.

This time, it’s more than just a threat.

The dagger was shot at Chung Myung at an incredible speed that could not be tracked by eye, starting from Tang Gun ak’s fingertips.

Kaaang!

Chung Myung swings his sword gently and strikes the flying dagger at that moment.

Chuhonbi, whose path was twisted, passed through Chung Myung and pierced the back pillar.

Tang Gun ak’s eyes widen as if torn at the same time.

‘Did you hit it?’

‘Your dagger?’

‘What the hell happened?’

The dagger he threw wasn’t just fast; he infused it with excessive internal strength.

If he had tried to cut or block it haphazardly, the sword would have broken and the dagger would have become lodged in his throat.

On the other hand, Chung Myung made little effort, simply swinging his sword and deflecting it.

Is anyone here aware of how difficult this is?

“I don’t think so…”

Tang Gun ak has a cruel grin on his face.

“I must have underestimated you too much.”

“I told you, you’ll regret it.”

“Right, then…….”

In an instant, Tang Gun’s arms swelled up as if they were about to explode, and a whirlpool appeared around his body, with jingi boiling even using the energy around them.

With the tremendous momentum, the Mount Hua disciples in the back unknowingly backed down.

Chung Myung, too, flinches and pulls back.

Tang Gun ak swung his arms side to side.

“From now on…….”

Chung Myung is already feeling the wrath of the King of Poison.

“I’ll fight you with everything I’ve got!”

“…… Isn’t that a little excessive?”

You’re not familiar with jokes, are you?

That was not the case in the past!