Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 271
Shaolin is one of the largest temples in the world.
The status of Shaolin in Kangho is huge, but the status of Shaolin in Jungwon is just as great.
Since the Dharma introduced Zen Buddhism to Jungwon, Shaolin has become an unwritten sacred place and the most visited temple in the world.
Of course, its scale is also so huge that it cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
But the huge Shaolin temple was now full of people with no room to step on.
“Ah! Don’t push!”
“I’m going to fall, you guys!”
“Who brought the chair? Bringing a chair to this small place? Are you out of your mind?!”
Many people came to participate in the sparring but compared to those who came to see the fight, it was a huge difference.
“Do I have to watch it like this?”
“You don’t understand! There hasn’t been a competition like this in a hundred years! If you don’t see it now, there’s no guarantee you’ll see it again for the next hundred years! Even if your neck is broken, you should watch it!”
From the first day of the competition, Shaolin was filled with no space to walk. Because of this, even after all the 1,000 Shaolin monks were mobilized, they had difficulty controlling the people.
“Wow, there are so many people.”
Jo Gol looked around with his eyes wide open.
The places where the participants of the match waited and the places where the spectators were located were completely distinguished by red lines. Thanks to this, the sects who participated in the sparring event were able to settle down comfortably without being pushed by the crowd.
“Is the match will be done on that stage?”
“That’s right.”
Jo Gol narrowed his eyes at Yoon Jong’s answer and looked at the stage.
“It’s smaller than I thought. I thought it would be different because it’s Shaolin.”
“Gol-ah.”
“Yes, Sahyung.”
“Look to the side.”
“What?”
Jo Gol’s eyes turned sideways. In front of the densely packed crowd, he can see a few more stages similar to the stage in front of him.
“…Are we using all of that?”
“That’s what it looks like.”
“Why are they so…….”
Yoon Jong shrugged.
“There are nearly 20 sects that have received a platinum plaque. Then there will be 400 people who participate. If you include gold, silver, and copper, the number of participants will be well over a thousand.”
“A thousand?!”
Jo Gol opened his mouth wide.
Yoon Jong nods his head.
“That’s why they need a plaque to differentiate. If they let everyone who wants to take part to participate, they’ll have to play the preliminary round for three months and 15 days.”
“Wow…….”
It was Jo Gol who realized the influence of the competition.
‘By the way, there are a thousand participants.’
When are all those people going to get their turn?
“It seems that the preliminary round will be held over roughly two days. After the preliminary round, they said that we would move to the central Sparring Hall and hold the final. There will be around 100 people left in the final.”
“A hundred people.”
Jo Gol grabbed the sword in his waist.
‘I must make it within a hundred people.’
The goal is to go as high as possible, but the spar is not necessarily ranked according to their skills.
If you meet the winner in the first round, isn’t it the blind spot of this match that the elimination of the first round becomes the final result?
What if there is a situation where you are eliminated in the early stage due to bad luck?
‘I don’t want to imagine.’
That bastard will bite him all the time. Throughout the competition, all the way back to Mount Hua, even back in Mount Hua!
“Right, if I lose, Chung Myung will try to grind me and drink…”
“Are you worried about that?”
“What?”
“I’m afraid we’re going to fight the elite of the other sects, but that doesn’t seem to be a concern.”
At Yoon Jong’s words, Jo Gol peeked around the stage.
Disciples of prestigious sects who radiate beautiful eyes are all waiting with eager faces. Just from the spirit of their performance, he could guess how they had been training under the strict guidance of their sect.
If it were Jo Gol in the past, they would have discouraged him. They’re disciples of a prestigious sect that he dare not compare with.
Is it a little different now?
‘Hardly.’
Mount Hua’s status has indeed risen greatly, but Jo Gol has yet to realize the changed status.
Because he is a disciple of Mount Hua, no one looks with envy, and no one gives special treatment to him.
And yet…….
“Sahyung.”
“What?”
“It sounds a little weird to say this, but don’t they look so easy?”
Yoon Jong smirks as he glances at the other participants.
“Of course, it looks easy.”
“But they’re disciples of prestigious sects.”
“Is there any other guy like Chung Myung over there?”
“…there can’t be two such people in the world.”
“That’s what I’m saying. Who’s going to be scared when they live with Chung Myung every day? Even if they see a monster with three heads, they would love it since there is another two to break.”
“Come to think of it….”
Thanks to Chung Myung, Mount Hua’s disciples had no fear.
“So when does the match start?”
“There it is.”
Yoon Jong pointed forward.
As he turned his eyes along with the gesture, he saw a Shaolin monk walking over the stage.
He headed to the stage with a reverent attitude and looked at those gathered in front of the stage.
The noisy hall becomes quiet in an instant with just that movement.
The shaolin monk who drew the attention opened his mouth with a heavy voice.
“I would like to express my gratitude to the disciples of each sect for taking the time to participate in the sparring competition and those who came to watch this Murim Competition performance. This monk name is Gong Cho (공초(空超)) of Shaolin.”
At the word “Gong Cho”, the crowd began to murmur.
“That person is?”
“Motionless Fist (부동권(不動拳)) , Gong Cho!”
Among Shaolin’s monks, Gong Cho is famous for his Fist Art. He was one of Shaolin’s representative masters. He dealt with numerous evil spirits with his strong sense of justice and high martial art skills, even when Shaolin rarely appeared in Kangho.
Everyone was excited that such a person would host the competition himself.
“And I would like to thank the Sect Leader of each sect who grace the event.”
Gong Cho turned around and headed for a tall platform on one side of the stage.
Sect Leaders from each sect who participated in the sparring competition were sitting on the podium.
They are greeted with thunderous cheers.
Yoon Jong grinned at the sight.
“Sect Leader must be in a good mood.”
“No, Sahyung. I think he really uncomfortable.”
“…is that so?”
Thinking about it, Hyun Jong wouldn’t be familiar with that kind of position.
“Come to think of it, there is Southern Edge Sect’s Sect Leader sitting next to him and Wudang’s Sect Leader sitting on the other side. He’ll have a stomachache just by drinking water over there.”
“It is.”
“Then we’ll have to make that seat easier for him.”
“Yes.”
Just in time, Gong Cho shouted in a voice full of inner strength.
“From now on, we’re going to start the Murim Competition! Those who are called must come forward to the designated stage. The match assignment was made fairly with the participation of each of the Sect Leaders, so we will not accept any complaints!”
Baek Chun raised his hand and fastened his headband.
‘Here we go.’
Having taken a deep breath, he looks at the stage with sunken eyes. He can see Southern Edge Sect gathered in front of another stage. There will also be Jin Geum Ryong and his father.
“Huuuh.”
Chung Myung peeked at Baek Chun and asked.
“You seem to be trembling?”
“Of course I am.”
“Huh?”
It was more nonchalant acknowledgment than he thought and it made Chung Myung tilt his head. Baek Chun said in a calm voice.
“How can I not tremble when I have the opportunity to show the world the sword of Mount Hua? I’m so overwhelmed that it’s hard to calm down.”
“What?”
‘You know how to say pretty cool things, don’t you?’
“Go easy, go easy. Don’t make a mistake while trying hard.”
“Chung Myung-ah.”
“Someone like Sasuk sometimes falls down while trying to do well.”
“Chung Myung-ah.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not. Be calm.”
“No, dude!”
“Huh?”
Baek Chun pointed slightly behind Chung Myung.
“He is calling you.”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung looked back.
The Shaolin monk, who assisted the progression on the stage, was shouting with his veins on his neck.
“Chung Myung of Mount Hua! Is there Chung Myung!? No, where the hell have you gone? The match is starting!”
“Huh?”
“Chung Myung of Mount Hua! No? If not, I’ll disqualify you!”
Surprised, he raised his hand quickly.
“Here! Here it is! Here!”
Then he ran up to the stage.
Shaolin raised his eyebrows and shouted.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“Oh, I didn’t go anywhere…….”
“Quickly stand on the stage! Your opponent has been waiting for you for a long time!”
“Yes, yes.”
Chung Myung ran and stood on one side of the stage. The opponent had already settled down and was waiting for him.
“Hello….huh?”
Chung Myung, who confirmed his opponent, tilts his head.
“I think I’ve seen you somewhere. Have we ever met?”
“…….”
Chung Myung’s opponent.
Gwa Hwanso, a great disciple of the Hainan Sect, shivered and gritted his teeth.
“Darned Mount Hua, even if you ignore people, you’re being too much! You set things up two days ago and have forgotten about me already?”
“Oh…! That’s you. I couldn’t remember your face because you were beaten up so quickly.”
“This guy!”
Gwa Hwanso trembles and takes a deep breath.
“Where did you sell your sword?”
“Huh?”
Chung Myung looks at his waist.
“Oh…….”
Seeing that his waist was empty, Chung Myung checked his seat. Baek Chun holds Chung Myung’s sword and sighs deeply.
“Here you go.”
Baek Chun threw the sword over to the stage. Chung Myung snatched the sword from the air and fastened it around his waist.
Gwa Hwanso said as if he was dumbfounded.
“I can’t believe a swordsman left his sword behind. Did Mount Hua teach you that?”
“I don’t think you’re good enough to be involved in other people’s educational policies.”
“What! It’s you first…!”
“Okay, let’s get started.”
Chung Myung cut off the word while twisting his neck left and right.
Crack. Crack.
He didn’t think he’d come forward for the first performance, but this isn’t bad either.
Gwa Hwanso gritted his teeth and drew his sword on the opposite side.
Sreuruk.
“You running thunder naked without knowing heaven and earth. It turned out better. I was waiting for a chance to get revenge on you Mount Hua bastards, but Heaven is helping me. I’ll let you know that Mount Hua is no match for Hainan as long as I have a sword.”
“Ah, yes. Try your best. I will cheer for you.”
Gwa Hwanso choked up and clenched his teeth.
But this time, he won’t be reckless.
‘Let’s calm down.’
Hasn’t he already experienced what he got with his big mouth? There’s no good in getting involved for nothing.
He can show it with a sword if he has anything to show.
There was tension in all ten stages. However, the public focused solely on Chung Myung and Gwa Hwanso.
Those who are aware of the recent clash between Hainan and Mount Hua have no choice but to watch the match.
“Hainan will get revenge, right?”
“I don’t know! That Taoist named Chung Myung is the Divine Dragon! Divine Dragon! Don’t you know the most famous Divine Dragon?”
“Um? That young man is the Mount Hua Divine Dragon? He doesn’t look that strong.”
“The good looks of a master are not revealed on the outside.”
“Didn’t the rumors just go too far?”
“Hey, isn’t it something to know if you watch this match?”
Everyone looked at the stage with similar feelings.
One side is Mount Hua’s rising master, Chung Myung.
And on the other side, Gwa Hwanso, the great disciple of the Hainan Sect, who pushed out Mount Hua and took a seat in the Ten Great Sect!
No matter how famous Mount Hua Divine Dragon is as the world’s best rising star, the great disciples of the Hainan Sect will never be easy.
“Let’s start the match!”
With a loud cry, those on the stage began to move in unison.
‘Restore the honor of the Hainan Sect!’
Gwa Hwanso calmed down his excitement.
Never underestimate your opponent.
In that frivolous appearance, he doesn’t feel the appearance of a master at all, but there must be a trick since he was evaluated as the best rising star in the world.
So calm down, calm down…….
‘Huh?’
Gwa Hwanso’s eyes were wide open.
Suddenly, the world is dark.
‘What?’
‘It’s getting dark? The world?’
‘Witchcraft?’
‘No.’
Gwa Hwanso quickly realized it.
It wasn’t that the world was darkened, but that something was blocking his view.
Something shiny and dark filled his view.
‘This?’
Fortunately, he quickly recognized its identity.
‘It looks like a shoe sole….?’
But unfortunately, it was too late.
Whoosh!
Chung Myung’s feet are stuck in Gwa Hwanso’s face.
“Kkahhh.”
Gwa Hwanso screamed like a pig and bounced straight back.
Swaeaek!
“Wha-What!”
“W-Wow!”
Other fighters performing on another stage are startled and avoid Gwa Hwanso.
Gwa Hwanso, who flew through the nine stages lined up behind him, was thrown into the wall at the end of the hall.
Kuuung!
“…….”
All the crowd looked at Gwa Hwanso with blank eyes.
No, to be precise, they looked at the hole in the wall Gwa Hwanso had drilled with his whole body.
“…….”
The martial artist, who was performing on other stages, lowered their weapons and stared blankly at the big hole.
Before long, all eyes slowly moved to the stage where Gwa Hwanso had originally been. And finally, attention was drawn to Chung Myung.
Chung Myung murmured while shaking his hands.
“You’ve been beaten by Sasuk but you’ve lost your mind. How dare you to have another thought when confronting me? I’m going to die.”
Chung Myung clicks his tongue a couple of times turns his head and looks at Gong Cho.
“I won, right?”
“……Huh?”
“It’s over. Can I go down?”
“……ah, aah!”
Gong Cho nods widely and shouts.
“The first victory is Chung Myung Sohyup of the Mount Hua Sect!”
At the same time, there was a tremendous cheer throughout Shaolin, which was momentarily silent.
“Uoooohhh!”
“Oh my God! In a single blow!”
“Mount Hua Divine Dragon! Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”
“Hahahaha! I can’t believe the day has come when I see this kind of match with my own eyes! It’s the best! Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”
Chung Myung trudged down the stage with the whole hall shouting. And he stood in front of the disciples.
“You saw it, didn’t you?”
“Huh?”
“You just have to do this.”
“…….”
‘…… That’s very helpful.’
‘Thank you so much, Chung Myung. ‘