Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 273
“Calm down, guys……”
Bang!
“No, don’t be so hard on them…..”
Bang!
“You punks, don’t end it with a single strike!”
Bang!
Despite Baek Chun’s somber cry, Mount Hua disciples’ momentum was unstoppable.
The audience, which had been cheering at first, was now looking at Mount Hua’s disciples with increasingly perplexed eyes.
“What the hell is going on here?”
“N…No… How can they all?”
The audience’s attention is now focused solely on those wearing black uniforms with plum blossom patterns on the chest.
‘Again?’
When they saw Mount Hua’s disciples standing on stage, they were filled with both anticipation and absurdity.
Yoon Jong stared blankly up at the sky after receiving such a burdensome stare.
‘It’s very different from what I expected.’
Aside from the anticipated stare……
“Hiik!”
“…….”
Yoon Jong made a sour face at the person on the other side.
‘What the hell happened?’
Strong legs. And the one that grips the sword so tightly that he fears it will bleed.
How is your shoulder? It’s so strong that it’s about to break his neck.
Despite his determination to never fly off the stage in a single blow…
‘You wouldn’t be able to demonstrate your abilities in that manner.’
Of course, the young man bears no responsibility. Yoon Jong would be in the same situation if he were in that position.
Even Gong Cho, who was supposed to be in charge of the match as a referee, exuded a sense of expectation.
He appears to be expecting something from him as Mount Hua’s disciple.
Even the judges, who are supposed to be fair, appear to be biased. It’s unclear how the Jeomchang disciple who deals with that kind of Yoon Jong feels.
Yoon Jong slipped away from the oppressive gaze and gripped the sword tightly.
It is impossible for him not to demonstrate his abilities, regardless of the opponent or the situation.
If that happens, he already knows what the demon will say.
The strength in his grip on the sword had been slightly relieved. The important thing, as expected, is not to give strength, but to not be nervous.
Yoon Jong took a deep breath and locked his gaze on his opponent.
‘Calm down……, Calm down……, Calm down……’
“Go!”
The opponent rushes at Yoon Jong with a shout at the same time as Gong Cho’s cry.
At full power, a sword clad with internal strength.
The sword that flew at Yoon Jong was swift and sharp, overshadowed by his stiff posture and tense face.
‘So this is Jeomchang.’
The great sword is an excellent match for its illustrious sect.
It’s only…
‘It’s strange.’
Surprisingly, Yoon Jong felt no threat from the sword.
Is your opponent’s spirit drab?
No way.
‘Swift but slow, strong but frail.’
It’s an odd thing.
The opponent’s sword is clearly fast and powerful. But, in Yun Jong’s opinion, the swift sword was too slow.
‘I’ve tamed my d*mn body.’
This sword is motionless in comparison to the sword Chung Myung swings at his fingertips.
Even if he couldn’t completely avoid Chung Myung’s sword, Yoon Jong could easily avoid this sword.
Seuseut.
Yoon Jong moved one step to the left to avoid the straight stab of the sword.
At the same time, the gaps in the opponent’s defense were visible.
‘For the time being, investigate lightly… … .’
But his sword moved on its own before his mind could think. The Jeomchang disciple’s gap was then slashed with a sword.
Bang!
“Arghhh!”
The beaten-in-the-side Jeomchang disciple screamed and flew off the stage.
Yoon Jong looked at his opponent, who was flying away, with strange eyes.
“Oh…….”
He should have kept his cool and looked at his opponent’s sword……
It’s not supposed to be this way……
“Victors! Mount Hua’s Yoon Jong!”
Gong Cho’s declaration elicited thunderous applause once more.
“Uooohh!”
“Another one strike!”
“What kind of sect can finish all spar with one blow? Instead of Plum Blossom Sect, it should be One-Strike Sect (일격검문(一擊劍門))!”
“Awesome! Hahahaha! That’s amazing!”
Yoon Jong stepped down from the stage, taking in the applause with his entire body.
And he scratched his brow awkwardly as he looked at Baek Chun, who was speechless in confusion.
“I’m sorry, Sasuk. At first, I was just trying to see the sword.”
“…is it only that?”
“As soon as I saw the gap, my body moved on its own.”
“…….”
Baek Chun sighed deeply as he prepared to say something.
“Right, thank you for your hard work.”
“He… Sasuk, you’ve tamed us.”
“…….”
Baek Chun’s eyes shook.
He saw the image of Chung Myung’s beef jerky as he slowly turned his head.
‘Oh, who can spit on who is smiling?’
There was clearly something wrong with the old saying.
Seeing that giggling face made him feel hot.
The first day of preliminary was a breeze from Mount Hua’s perspective.
Of course, from the perspective of other sects who observe such activities, it appears to be lightning from the sky, but why should Mount Hua be concerned about their position?
On the other hand, the disciples who had finished the first day of the competition with nothing better than their results were less than thrilled.
Rather, they were dumbly staring at the air in silence.
Shaolin’s guest residence, where Mount Hua Sect resides.
“…….”
Jo Gol looked down at his hand, then around, his eyes half-focused.
The disciples of Mount Hua who took part in the spar looked completely perplexed.
“Were we this strong?”
“……maybe they’re just weak?”
“Does that make sense? They’re all disciples of the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family! Which sect did you win against today?”
“…It was Hebei Peng Family.”
“Does it make sense to say that those who came to participate in the Murim Competition from Hebei Peng Family are weak? At least among the young warriors of Hebei Peng Family, they are among the top 20.”
It’s fantastic to win.
But they didn’t just win; they smashed them with a single strike.
They could have been ecstatic if they had won after a fierce battle, but they were terrified because they had won so easily.
“Why, it’s so simple.”
Everyone’s gaze was drawn to Chung Myung, who was dozing off in a corner due to someone’s words.
“I thought it was hell, but I didn’t think it was real hell.”
“I thought that if other sects were also prestigious, they all practiced this much.”
“……We really came to life from death.”
The disciples of Mount Hua looked at Chung Myung with mixed emotions.
They now realize how much that damn bastard has driven them insane.
“Come to think of it, everyone almost died at least three or four times, right?”
“I’ve fallen from a cliff without a line more than five times, just three or four times won’t phase me at all!”
“I was beaten by that bastard with a wooden sword and passed out for three days before waking up. I’m glad I’m alive!”
There is certainly reason to be thankful.
Looking back, however, their pent-up heart flared up like wildfire instead of being grateful.
“It’s not even a person, really.”
“I can’t say anything because the results are good.”
Baek Chun nodded, sympathizing with Chung Myung’s words.
‘Who the hell is that?’
He had given up on categorizing Chung Myung as common sense, but he couldn’t help but think about it every time this happened.
Is it because he is strong that he can effectively teach others?
‘That is absurd.’
Should Chung Myung be weaker than other prestigious Elders and former Elders?
Even disciples of such illustrious people were unable to withstand the blow of the Mount Hua disciples.
“Anyway, there’s one thing for sure.”
Everyone turned their heads toward the sound when they heard those words.
Yoon Jong continued with solemnity.
“We’re very strong.”
“…….”
“Or those people who say that they are prestigious or whatnot, are worse than we think.”
That’s a ridiculous word.
If Baek Chun were normal, he would have chastised Yoon Jong for being hasty after only a day’s experience.
But he couldn’t bring himself to say it anymore.
Ten of the fifteen disciples performed the first day’s match, and they all won. Not only is it a win, but the opponent was literally a throw away from the stage.
Humility is a function of time and place; how vain is it to be humble here?
The man who won an overwhelming victory three times in a row.
‘I apologize. It’s just that I’m fortunate, but other people are better than me.’
What would happen if they said something like that?
Other Elders will untie their clothes and transform into crazed fighters, rushing to break their heads as if they were inkstones on that day.
Baek Chun gently bit his lower lip.
Daesahyung was the one who was supposed to lead them.
Even if everyone else is overjoyed and can’t get enough of the excitement, he must maintain his focus.
“I know you’re excited about the good result, but keep your focus. There’s no way that the potential of those who are called prestigious sects is just this.”
Mount Hua’s disciples nodded as they listened to Baek Chun.
“Perhaps from tomorrow, they will be warier of us as well. So don’t forget your coolness. We are still as weak as they can be…..”
Bang!
The door opens as if it’s about to break at that point.
“What!”
“I’m surprised!”
Mount Hua’s disciples leaped to their feet.
Their puzzled expressions as they checked the door were soon revealed.
“Hyun Young El……. No, Sect Leader?”
Baek Chun blinked his eyes closed.
‘What exactly is it? For a brief moment, he resembled Elder Hyun Young.’
Hyun Jong opened the door.
His supremely benevolent smile seemed to be surrounded by a halo.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
The eyes are softly curved, and the arms are slightly open.
It felt like a true Buddha incarnation.
“Sect Leader?”
“Welcome! Sect Leader!”
Hyun Jong walked in slowly and nodded his head slowly.
“Hahahaha. You’ve all worked hard. You’ve done a great job!”
He then stroked Jo Gol’s head, who was closest to him.
Baek Chun laughed angrily.
He has known Hyun Jong for a long time but has never seen him so happy.
‘How could he not?’
Prior to the competition, he was summoned to a location where the Ten Great Sect, Great Five Family, and many famous Sect Leaders from around the world gathered for the Murim Competition.
He came to demonstrate their sect’s power and momentum, but the disciples of Mount Hua were so active in front of everyone.
It wouldn’t be surprising if he could immediately ascend to Heaven because he feels so good.
“How proud our ancestors must have been if they had seen this! Hahahaha.”
Hyun Jong wiped the corner of his eyes gently.
It was just as everyone was about to be moved to tears by sight.
“Hey, don’t stand in the way and get this!”
Hyun Young really stepped up this time.
In front of his chest, he was carrying several large baskets.
Hyun Jong inquired, looking at the appearance.
“What is all this?”
“It’s food.”
“Food? What’s up with the food?”
“Oh, of course, it’s for the kids!”
Hyun Jong frowned slightly in response to Hyun Young’s unexpected remark.
“Didn’t Shaolin serve us a meal?”
“Tsk tsk tsk!”
Hyun Young raised his eyebrows at Hyun Jong and clicked his tongue loudly.
“The only thing the kitchen gives us is grassroots, how can we utilize our strength after eating them!”
Hyun Young placed the basket on the table and, one by one, pulled up the cloth that covered the tops.
The roasted chicken and steamed pork in the basket then showed off their fine appearance.
“You need to eat meat to gain strength! Meat! How dare they to feed our precious kids grass!”
Hyun Jong had his eyes wide open.
“Meat?”
“Yes!”
“You’re saying to eat beef and meat in Shaolin?”
Hyun Young was devastated by Hyun Jong’s words.
“Why would it matter, those guys are the monks, not us.”
“No, but…….”
He can’t believe people from all over the world are looking for meat in the temple.
And he had no idea such a man could be his Saje!
Hyun Young called the children and began to spread the meat to be eaten, leaving him unable to speak due to the absurdity.
“Come on, everyone, eat! Eat to regain your strength, you cute bastards!”
“Thank you for the meal!”
“Thank you, Elder!”
“Come on, come on. Keke.”
With delight, Hyun Young observed the disciples inhaling the meat like water.
It would be a gluttonous sight to others, but to Hyun Young, it was as cute as a chick pecking at a feed.
“Chung Myung! Where is Chung Myung? That’s right! There you are!”
He dashed over to Chung Myung, who was dozing off in the corner, and gently patted him on the back.
“Chung Myung ah, it’s meat! Let’s eat!”
“Meat!”
Chung Myung’s eyes widened!
“Yes, yes. You had a hard time eating only grass. I’ll feed you meat every meal from today!”
Everyone appeared to be content.
Hyun Jong murmured incoherently.
“……Is this really okay?”
“What, what can they say? Tell them to win if they feel wronged!”
“…….”
Chung Myung ate meat with a face like no other, and Hyun Young stroked his head.
“Can you do well tomorrow?”
“Dohn whorry. Ah goin thp brick theyr hads.”
“Yes, yes. Head! Yes, hahahahaha!”
As he watched the two men drink happily, Hyun Jong smiled.
‘Now I don’t know.’
‘Well, everything will be fine.’ Somehow.’