Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 259
Chung Myung was met with glum expressions from the second and third-class disciples.
Haven’t they had their fill of Chung Myung?
They could fully comprehend what would occur if disciples of other sects defeated them.
‘It’s a problem because I can see it so clearly.’
‘I’d rather die,’
As the disciples sighed deeply, Chung Myung clicked his tongue.
“You’re not confident?”
“N-No, it’s not that I’m not confident.”
“It’s not, right? No, right?
Baek Sang’s face was slightly irritated.
‘Does this guy really intend to do it?’
He was thinking about what to say and how to say it at the time.
“By the way, Chung Myung-ah.”
“Yes?”
Yeom Jin, the third-class disciple who had previously remained silent, opened his mouth.
“I’m not doubting you but…….”
“What’s the matter with you? Simply say it aloud. I’m not the type of person who picks on people who talk a lot.”
“Yes.”
“…Really?”
‘Did I?’
‘That’s unusual.’
“……then I won’t nitpick this time, so just talk.”
Yeom Jin opened his mouth after a brief moment of thought with a subtle expression.
“Can we really beat the disciples of Ten Great Sect?”
Chung Myung smirked.
“Did you ever see me talking about something I don’t have?”
“Yes.”
“…Really?”
‘That’s weird…….’
‘I don’t believe that has ever happened.’
“This time is different. We have a chance.”
“Hmm.”
Yeom Jin expressed himself subtly.
“What are you afraid of? You’ve already destroyed those Southern Edge Sect thugs.”
“That’s true, but…….”
Baek Sang smiled bitterly and opened his mouth instead when Yeom jin hesitated even after hearing the confirmation.
“You and the third-class disciples won.” “All of the second-class disciples were defeated.”
“Anyway, we won as the result, that’s all.”
“It made us feels better if If you think about it that way, but you have to think differently. If the third-class disciples were assigned to the second-class disciple who have learned Southern Edge Sect’s advanced martial arts properly at that time, would they really be able to win?”
Baek Sang continued, looking into Chung Myung’s eyes.
“It’s saying that just because you beat those who haven’t seen the taste of the thirty-six swords properly doesn’t mean you’ve defeated Southern Edge Sect. You, not we, defeated the Southern Edge Sect.” (I’m not sure, but it could reference the Twelve Movement Snow Flower Sword.)
“So…….”
Chung Myung simply summarized the situation while listening to Baek Sang.
“Are you not confident that you can beat the disciple of the Five Great Family or the Ten Great Sect, who have mastered proper advanced martial arts?”
“It is so to speak.”
Chung Myung laughed.
“It’s a little strange to hear that. That lovely Yangban over there slashed that Sword Dragon (Wudang’s disciple. Baekchun’s opponent.) or something and already proved it. Mount Hua is more powerful than Wudang.” (Yangban is some sort of nobleman. People of high social standing.)
“… don’t point your fingers at your Sasuk.”
‘And don’t call me white and fair, you jerk!’
Baek Sang smiled lightly as he saw Baek Chun’s face turn bright red and said,
“Isn’t Sahyung special?”
“…….”
Chung Myung returned his gaze to Baek Chun slowly, very slowly.
As their gazes met, Baek Chun’s cheeks trembled slightly.
‘Punk, straighten your face.’
‘No matter how difficult it is. ‘How can you put your rotten face in front of Sasuk?’
“And Yoon Jong, Jo Gol, Yoo Samae are special people too. Everyone recognizes their ability. But our abilities are far from ordinary.”
“So you’re not confident?”
Shaking his head, Baek Sang
“I’m Myung-ah. Don’t misunderstand me. Until you arrived, we were the ones who were routinely defeated. I’m not doing this because I’m afraid of losing. I’m just scared.”
“Then?”
‘You aren’t afraid of losing, but you are afraid? ‘What exactly does that mean?’
Chung Myung’s suspicious gaze elicited a bitter smile from Baek Sang.
“Mount Hua is returning to their former glory faster than ever. I’m afraid I’ll be a hindrance to such a Mount Hua. I’m afraid it will be said that Mount Hua is nothing more than you and the other five. As a result, I’m concerned.”
“Hmmm.”
Chung Myung’s brow furrowed.
For a brief moment, there was deafening silence.
Baek Chun was slightly impatient and opened his mouth first when Chung Myung, who would normally have said anything, shut his mouth.
“What were you so afraid of? Mount Hua has rediscovered its ancient martial art, and have you taken the Jasodan? What would you be afraid of if you could absorb the Jasodan’s energy and learn the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique with the rest of your time?”
“Sahyung. The opponents are the Ten Great Sect’s rising star and the Five Great Family. Even if we capture Jasodan, their internal strength will be greater than ours.”
“It’s……!”
“Also, we’ve just learned the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique, but I’m sure they’ve learned advanced martial art of each of their own sect since they were young.”
Baek Chun paused for a moment before closing his mouth.
Because he is well aware that Baek Sang’s words are not entirely incorrect.
“So…….”
“Ah, that’s enough!”
Chung Myung interrupted Baek Sang at that point.
“I hate hearing you cry.”
Chung Myung straightened his shoulders after covering his ears with his hands and shaking his head.
“So to put it bluntly, you are not confident of winning against the elite of other sects?”
“…not that I’m not confident, but I’m just worried…….”
“A yangban like Baek Chun Sasuk can win, but not for other Sasuk?”
“Ummm.”
Chung Myung lightly clapped his hands over Baek Sang, who could not respond easily.
“Then it’s decided.”
“……Huh?”
Chung Myung smiled and pointed to Baek Chun.
“All you have to do now is be as strong as him for the next six months.” Only those who made it are required to compete, right?”
Baek Sang’s eyes widened.
“No way, punk. That’s…”
“Oh, that’s all. It isn’t all that difficult.”
“…….”
‘It’s not difficult, is it?’
Baek Sang cocked his head and looked at Baek Chun. Baek Chun cast a half-hearted glance at the distant sky.
“Chung Myung-ah. That’s…….”
“It’s all right.”
“No, it’s not.”
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“I mean…….”
“It’s not that big of a deal. That is not the case.”
“No…….”
“Enough already!” That is all!”
‘Pay attention, you punk!’
Baek Sang snatched his chest, which hurt because he couldn’t burst. He felt like he was being beaten whenever he talked to this guy.
Chung Myung smiled at Baek Sang.
“Sasuk always worrying about useless things.”
“Huh?”
“Do you think I’m gonna let Sasuk lose to them?”
“…….”
Chung Myung’s eyes twinkled.
“If you can lose, try losing somewhere.”
“…….”
Baek Sang stammered as he was perplexed.
“Myung Chu-Chung. I mean…….”
“Don’t worry, Sasuk. I know very well why Sasuk is worried. I fully understand.”
“Huh?”
With a glare, Chung Myung said.
“It’s a lack of hard work! Work is difficult! You can’t think like that if you’ve worked yourself to death. Break all the guys’ heads you can see.”
‘Chung Myung-ah,’
‘Think about it carefully. It’s not about effort; it’s about personality.’
No matter how hard they try, Ordinary people do not think like that, Chung Myung-ah.
“I think it’s because I thought about resting for a while. This is all my fault. If I had trained Sasuk harder, you wouldn’t have been left with such confidence by now! Because I’m lazy! It’s all because I’m lazy!”
“…….”
The disciples’ faces became paler as they looked at Chung Myung’s bloodshot eyes and screamed like a lunatic.
And soon, everyone’s gaze is fixed on Baek Sang.
‘No, what are you talking about?’
‘Didn’t you know this was going to happen?’ Why are you scratching him and causing a commotion?’
‘Damn you! Oh, no! ‘Damn it!’
Baek Sang trembled as he felt a fierce stare from behind him.
‘You guys, I’m not the only one who thought that!’
Baek Chun, who was looking at Baek Sang, who was perplexed and lost, smiled and took a step forward.
“Don’t panic.”
“Sahyung!”
Baek Sang gave Baek Chun the look of someone meeting Buddha in hell.
Right, the only one who can stop this lunatic is……
“I agree with Chung Myung. I’ve done it before, but if you train hard enough as if to kill yourself, you lose your fear. I’m full of thoughts that I can’t lose after doing this much.”
“…what?”
“So you can do it too! I’ll work hard to make sure you don’t have the anxiety that you might lose!”
“…….”
Baek Chun clenched his fist firmly, determined. And Baek Sang looked at such a Sahyuhng with a face that had lost its soul.
He thought it was Buddha whom he encountered in hell, but it was Asura.
‘No, but really, what did these guys do on their way to Yunnan?’
‘Why are there more people like Chung Myung!?’
‘It’s like hell right now!’
“It’s not wrong.”
To make matters worse, Yoo Iseol helped Baek Chun.
“What you’ve built up. That’s the source of confidence.”
“That’s right.”
Baek Chun shook his head as if he liked it.
“The word scared is something you can think of after you trained like hell. You don’t deserve it yet.”
“…Sahyung speaks as if has experienced it?”
“Me?”
Baek Chun’s mouth is twisted.
“Well. I don’t know. I wonder if you’ll be able to say that even if you do the same thing as me.”
“…….”
“There’s nothing to worry about. Me And Yoon Jong and Jo Gol will also help you. Just like we’ve been through!”
‘Sahyung.’
‘Why do you grind your teeth while saying such good things?’
‘You’re not taking it out on us, are you? Right, Sahyung?’
“Yes! We’ll help you, too!”
“Don’t worry! I’ll do my best.”
There are some things in the world that you better don’t understand.
It was Baek Sang’s misfortune to have such things as a quality.
And
The greatest of all his misfortunes opened its mouth with a very serious face.
“There’s something Sasuk and Sahyung need to know.”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung looked at everyone once and opened his mouth in an unusually low voice.
“There are times when you lose because you are weak, but you do not lose because Mount Hua’s martial arts are weak. If Sahyung can master the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword, no one should be scared. Whether it’s Wudang or a Shaolin.”
Not a very loud voice.
It was a low, quiet, and therefore more authentic voice.
“Don’t worry. I, and Mount Hua, will make Sasuk and Sahyung strong. So that no one in the world would dare to ignore us.”
Baek Sang nodded unconsciously.
Did Chung Myung’s words work?
A strange heat began to boil among the disciples.
‘Chung Myung often talks nonsense, but he doesn’t lie….. No, he sometimes lie, but at times like this…….’
‘Um.’
‘Anyway, that doesn’t sound like a lie.’
Baek Chun followed Chung Myung’s words.
“Don’t forget.”
Baek Chun looked around everyone and spoke heavily.
“We are the ones who should eventually recreate the glory of Mount Hua even though Sect Leader, the Elders, and the instructor lead and help us. We have to be the subject. So straighten your shoulders. Don’t forget, we are the proud Mount Hua’s Sword Warrior.”
“Yes, Sahyung!”
“I’ll keep that in mind! Sasuk!”
Crack. Crack.
Chung Myung twisted his neck left and right.
“Then I understand you’ve agreed…….”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung took his hand around his waist and pulled out his sword from its scabbard.
“Let’s get started.”
“…already?”
“Is there any reason to stall? What a waste of time.”
When Chung Myung makes a chin gesture, Baek Chun and Yoo Iseol stand in front of the second-class disciples. Then Yoon jong and Jo Gol stood in front of the third-class disciples.
“Now that we’ve laid the groundwork, let’s move on. Three months. Exactly three months. I think three months are enough. If you survive…….”
Chung Myung smiles.
“You’ll be qualified to be called Plum Blossom Swordsman.”
Plum Blossom Swordsman (매화검수(梅花劍手))
The moment they heard the distantly forgotten name, all the disciples of Mount Hua trembled.
At one time, the name Plum Blossom Swordsman symbolized Mount Hua.
The name of Plum Blossom Swordsman, which no one dares to call themselves now, came from Chung Myung’s mouth.
“…instead.”
Chung Myung said with cold eyes.
“Every name comes with its price. Taking on a name means taking on responsibility for it. Don’t think you’ll get the name alive without seeing hell.”
The eyes of the disciples become firm.
“It’s still hell anyway, what do you mean?”
“Let’s get started, like you said, don’t stall.”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung smirks.
The things whining a little while ago seem to have made up their minds.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
When Chung Myung slipped back, Baek Chun shouted.
“Come forward one by one from the front. After the battle is completed, you all will go to Chung Myung and fight again. Don’t waste time, move!”
“Yes!”
Those who were standing in front of the crowd rush in. Seeing the scene, Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
‘Like a baby chick.’
But now, it seems that feathers are starting to appear little by little.
What if he taught them the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword technique and trained them like hell for the rest of the time?
‘I can do it.’
The World Martial Art Competition will be the place to declare the resurrection of Mount Hua.
‘Breaking the head of the Ten Great Sect guys at the same time.’
Chung Myung smiled and looked up at the sky.
‘Sahyung.’
‘Cheon Mun Sahyung.’
‘Please wait a little bit!’
‘I will spread the name of Mount Hua to the world.’
Chung Myung giggled and grabbed his sword.
Time flows like running water.
Mount Hua’s time also passed fairly…
One day.
Two days.
And a month.
Six months passed in an instant.
And before they know it, the day to participate in the World Martial Art Competition is just around the corner.