Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 315

Unknowingly, Hyun Jong opened his mouth wide and looked at the stage.

“Uh…….”

‘That is?’

He had the impression that his brain was malfunctioning. Something is about to happen in his head, but it is not coming out clearly.

Tang Gunak, who was sitting next to him, helped him untangle his thoughts.

“Bangjang, is this the Arhat Divine Fist (아라한신권(阿羅漢神拳))?”

Tang Gunak’s question elicited a smile from Bop Jeong.

“Tanggaju’s insight appears to be greater than I thought. That’s correct.”

Tang Gunak sighed in surprise.

“The Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art (칠십이종절예(七十二種絶藝)).”

Previously, Hye Yeon used the Hundred Step Fist (百步神拳), one of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art. One of the few arts that cannot be learned in a lifetime. Hye Yeon has already used two of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Arts, which are said to be difficult to learn in a lifetime.

Tang Gunak wasn’t the only one who was shocked.

“Arhat Divine Fist.”

Other Sect Leaders stared at Hye Yeon with wide eyes.

It takes more than talent to be able to use Seventy-Two Unique Martial Arts at that age.

Shaolin is without a doubt one of the world’s best sects.

Talented individuals from all over the world are constantly tapping into their gates in order to become Shaolin’s disciples.

Even the geniuses who came from the depths of the earth must devote their entire lives to mastering one of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Arts. That was the difficulty and depth of Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art.

But he already has two at that age? This is completely absurd.

Heo Dojin, Sect Leader of the Wudang, hardened his face and asked Bop Jeong.

“If it’s not rude, may I ask how many kinds of Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art Hye Yeon has mastered?”

Bop Jeong responded with a broad smile.

“It isn’t at all. There are probably a dozen or so right now.”

“…….”

On the podium, there was a deafening silence.

Even the world’s leading Sect Leader of the Ten Great Sect and the Great Five Family was speechless in the face of Bop Jeong’s remarks.

‘Over a dozen?’

‘Oh my goodness……’

Heo Dojin unintentionally bit his lower lip in the chilling atmosphere.

‘You filthy old man.’

It is natural for him to have a snake in his stomach as the leader of Shaolin. Looking at the situation, it was clear that this man was carrying an Imoogi, not a snake.

What does he mean by over a dozen?

Even Shaolin’s strongest person admitted that he had only mastered fifteen out of the seventy-two unique martial arts.

Of course, there will be a difference in proficiency and level, but first and foremost, the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art is the most difficult martial art in the world.

Even at a watermelon’s surface level, it is nearly impossible for a human being to understand and learn twelve arts at that age.

Monster.

That’s a monster rather than a genius.

‘He was certain that he would never lose.’

So far, Heo Dojin could only understand one thing.

Bop Jeong was being overly careless with Mount Hua.

First and foremost, it is clear that this Murim Competition was planned for Shaolin. In Shaolin’s opinion, other sects would have been just a side bridge to shine Shaolin’s name.

However, when the competition was held, Mount Hua received all of the envy Shaolin should have received.

Nonetheless, Bop Jeong did nothing and aided the situation. He had no idea what that relaxed state meant…..

‘That’s what I was thinking.’

And it wasn’t just Heo Dojin who noticed the intent.

Tang Gunak’s eyes were subdued as he looked at Bop Jeong.

‘Are you going to destroy them and take all of Mount Hua’s fame when it’s in full swing?’

It will not start a fire if the competition results in Shaolin’s obvious victory.

But what if Hye Yeon defeats Chung Myung in the finals, raising everyone’s expectations?

People will feel Shaolin’s strength again and admit that Shaolin has the qualifications to lead the world.

The appearance of a hero necessitates the presence of an appropriate villain.

Bop Jeong’s smile remained benign.

Tang Gunak got goosebumps thinking about what was hiding behind that smile.

Meanwhile, Bop Jeong raised the corners of his mouth slightly as he received a barrage of attention.

‘You’ll be shocked.’

They most likely are.

He felt the same way when he realized Hye Yeon’s talent.

Many people have rare talents and many people who are geniuses, but Hye Yeon was the only one who truly deserved to be called Heaven’s gift talent.

True genius transcends the comprehension of a common tiger. They advance if you believe you understand them, and if you believe you interpret them, they become more complicated.

Bop Jeong considered Hye Yeon to be a human being deserving of the title of genius. That Hye Yeon would be capable of ushering in a new era of rebirth for the Millennium Shaolin.

Only one thing.

Bop Jeong’s eyes were slightly disappointed as he looked at Hye Yeon.

Hye Yeon, in his opinion, was an overly perfect Buddhist.

He has no idea how to hurt others and does not desire to suppress others. His natural timidity would not change no matter how well he learned martial arts or how strong he became.

That’s why Bop Jeong wanted to win another prize at the competition.

‘If that child can only have a good spirit, he might be able to change Shaolin’s history.’

As he watched Hye Yeon, Bop Jeong’s eyes were heavy.

Jo Gol slowly switched between the shattered Hall and Hye Yeon.

Hye Yeon’s face was flushed from his embarrassment at having broken the Hall.

He felt great sadness when he looked at Hye Yeon, who had red on his face and the top of his head.

‘You punk, don’t show that power with an innocent face!’

Differently than Chung Myung, this is offensive.

Chung Myung spit out unimaginable swords with a smile, and Hye Yeon, who exudes the power to blow away his entire body with a puzzled expression, were neither humanlike.

But the mood was clearly different.

Jo Gol cocked his chin slightly.

The disciples of Mount Hua were smiling at him.

“He’ll die, right?”

“Of course he will”

“Eii, he won’t be able to survive that one.”

“Jong-ah Yoon Burn the incense, please!”

Jo Gol clenched his fists.

‘These damn people.’

The Saje is in peril, but they are almost ready to hold a festival. How can they be referred to as Taoists?

Besides…

“Kikiki.”

Among the smiling Sahyung, there was one man who seemed especially happy.

‘Yoon Jong Sahyung…’

Jo Gol trembled as he faced the laugh.

‘…It is preferable to die than to give up.’

If he knew this would happen, he’d only be half-joking……

Since Mount Hua’s disciples had been mocking Yoon Jong for embarrassingly giving up for several days, it was clear that Jo Gol would have seen hell if he had given up here.

“I’d rather die on this match than get killed by them. Damn it.”

Jo Gol, who had become disoriented, eventually picked up his sword and re-aimed at Hye Yeon.

“Oh, Buddha Amitabha. Are you okay, Mister?”

“…….”

Even with his sword pointed at Jo Gol, Hye Yeon was concerned, if not nervous.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Bangjang told me that I could do my best from now on, so I didn’t adjust my strength properly…”

Jo Gol’s head twisted as he heard the timid murmur.

“From this time on?”

Slowly, Hye Yeon nodded.

“‘ Mount Hua’s disciples can never be underestimated, so don’t let your guard down and do your best’.”

Jo Gol smiled contentedly.

‘Is he going to murder me?’

What’s left of him if he doesn’t let down his guard?

But he was also in a good mood.

In other words, Shaolin’s mind recognized him as a dangerous opponent.

Jo Gol sighed quietly.

‘Do I believe I have what it takes to win?’

He is completely unaware.

But that doesn’t mean anything.

Power entered his grip on the sword. He cannot step down without fighting, no matter how strong the opponent is.

He needs to find out how powerful this guy is.

Hye Yeon’s face gradually relaxed as Jo Gol’s eyes regained their calm.

Then he naturally stretched one hand down, while the other stood upright in front of his chest.

Half Palm. (반장(半掌).)

In Buddhism, it is basic to have courtesy with both hands together, but Shaolin alone expresses courtesy with one hand. This is to honor the Second Ancestor (이조(二祖)) Hyega of Shaolin, who cut off one arm to obtain the Dharma.

However, the Half-Palm stance Hyeyeon is taking now is not to show courtesy.

Arhat Fist (나한권(羅漢拳)), which is the basis of all Shaolin’s martial arts, begins in this stance.

Jo Gol’s eyes lit up as he saw it.

‘Even though you have the power to make the world tremble, you still start with the basics.’

The more he sees it, the more Hye Yeon looks like Chung Myung.

Didn’t Chung Myung also emphasize that the basis of all Mount Hua martial art is the Six-fold Combo Sword?

Jo Gol took a deep breath.

And he was instantly shot towards Hye Yeon.

‘I must win!’

In fact, his sword is also a little unfamiliar in Mount Hua.

Others struggle to make their own plum blossoms, but such swordsmanship was not fit by nature for Jo Gol.

Quick (쾌(快)), and powerful (강(强)).

Practical swordsmanship that targets the opponent quickly and strongly.

No matter how hard the opponent tries, he turns around and comes back again!

Shooooosh!

Jo Gol’s sword penetrated Hye Yeon’s neck like a ray of light.

But Hye Yeon’s half-opened eyes were not shaken at all by the enormous speed of the sword.

His wide-open hand seemed to move succinctly, and soon hit Jo Gol’s sword.

Taaaaangg!

Jo Gol’s sword bounced away and vibrated with a clear gunshot-like sound.

“Keuk!”

Jo Gol recoiled and groaned unknowingly.

‘What’s this?’

He simply struck the sword lightly with his hand. However, he felt a shock on his wrist as if he had been hit with Ten Thousand Pounds Giant Rock (만근거암(萬斤巨巖)).

Not only the wrist but also his forearm and shoulder felt crushed.

Barely recovering from the shock, Jo Gol stepped back and tried reorganizing his posture.

But Hye Yeon didn’t give him a break.

Thump!

Hye Yeon’s foot stepped forward.

A light yet heavy step!

Hye Yeon lightly dug into the gap created by bouncing the sword, lightly deflected Jo Gol’s sword, which was being swung reflexively, with his elbow. Then he twisted his body like it was spinning and stuck his shoulder into Jo Gol’s chest.

Kuung!

There was a sound like a car crashing against a large gate. At the same time, Jo Gol’s body was thrown into the air like a pebble thrown by a child.

“Gol-ah!”

“Damn, crazy!”

Mount Hua’s disciples were terrified and cried out.

Someone pressed down on Baek Chun’s shoulder as he was about to reflexively fly away.

“Chung Myung?”

“Wait a minute.”

Chung Myung said with a sullen face.

“I don’t know about that yangban skills, but he won’t lose easily with his tenacity.”

“…….”

Jo Gol, who was cutting through the air, flipped over as if to prove it. And fell down like a descending bird.

Took!

Blood came out of Jo Gol’s mouth, which landed on the stage by a hair’s breadth. The eyes were full of bloodshot.

‘What is that guy?’

The hairs all over his body stood up.

He knew right away that he was no match for Hye Yeon. But this is not just a matter of that.

He can understand if he was swept away by the overwhelming internal energy and terrifying power. But now Jo Gol is overwhelmed only by the sophistication of basic martial art.

Doesn’t it feel like all his efforts so far are being denied?

“Ptoo!”

Jo Gol spits blood on the ground.

“That’s why geniuses are.”

He gritted his teeth and breathed out.

The difference in ability with his opponent was clearly known with only a single martial art confrontation. This exchange alone would have been enough to discourage most martial artists because they must have seen a wall that no matter how hard they tried, didn’t seem to work at all.

But Jo Gol rather boosted his momentum.

“I can see you’re very strong. But…….”

Then he clenched his teeth and rushed toward Hye Yeon.

“I’m used to fighting with a guy like that!”

Paaang!

The edge of the sword sounds like a whip. It was the sound of the sword ripping the air.

A sword with deadly energy flew toward Hye Yeon.

Kung!

Hye Yeon’s fist, which embraced the power, bounced the sword without fail.

But Jo Gol used the force which pushed his sword back to spin his body and swing the sword again.

Swaeaek!

Jo Gol’s sword energy, which had grown to fifteen in an instant, flooded Hye Yeon’s whole body.

Bizarre side! (기괴망측!)

The sword that was aiming at the head changed its direction in an instant and aimed at the shoulder, and the sword that was aiming at the waist bends and was about to pierce his stomach.

It was a sword full of energy that each one would surely inflict fatal wounds on the opponent. Closer to that of the Evil Sect rather than that of the Righteous.

Within Mount Hua’s sword, which is considered the most bizarre and most practical of all the world’s swordsmanship, was Jo Gol, the one who most clearly demonstrated its characteristics among the disciples.

But

Kung!

Hye Yeon took a step forward even after seeing that storm-like sword attack.

His brilliance seemed to turn white, but it soon began to stretch out.

One over another. Another one on top of that.

Dozens in a blink of an eye. No, hundreds of brigades have created walls.

“The Thousand Buddhas Hands…” (천불수(千佛手))

A groan-like voice leaked out of Chung Myung’s mouth.

Kaang! Kaaaaang! Kaang!

Jo Gol’s sword energy was all blocked by a large veil made of White palm energy.

There was shock in Jo Gol’s eyes.

‘What, this…’?’

At that moment.

Kwang!

In an instant, a leg stretched out of the palm energy and kicked Jo Gol in the lower abdomen.

“Keuk!”

He hurriedly lowered the sword to block it, but it was too much to bear all the power.

Jo Gol’s body was pushed back.

As he bit his lip in pain from his lower abdomen, he raised his head as if he had instinctively felt something.

And he saw.

The basic posture of Shaolin.

Hye Yeon, who spread his legs wide and straightened his waist, put one hand on his side and the other hand in front of his chest to take a Half-Palm stance.

“Taaaat!”

Soon after, the hand on his waist stretched out like a thunderbolt and threw a fist into the air.

Raging gold energy. (금광(金光))

The majestic energy filled Jo Gol’s field of vision at once.

‘Da- Damn it…….’

Kwaaaa!

The power of Shaolin’s Divine Fist (신권(神拳) Prev God Fist) and Hundred Steps Divine Fist (백보신권(百步神拳)), which were reproduced in Hye Yeon’s hands, swept away Jo Gol’s body, which failed to get in position.

Jo Gol’s body, caught up in the wave-like energy, was swept into the air.

“Argh!”

“That!”

The moment when everyone is appalled.

Hwiiik!

Someone rose into the air, snatched the flying Jo Gol’s body, and landed on the ground.

Taak.

The one is holding the unconscious Jo Gol.

Chung Myung looked down at Sahyung in his arms and raised his head.

And he stared at Hye Yeon, who was standing awkwardly on the stage.

“…….”

Hye Yeon, who faced his cold eyes, bowed slightly with an awkward face.

But Chung Myung’s gaze remained unshakable on him.

Soon after, when Chung Myung moved his eyes to Bop Jeong, the leader of Shaolin,who was seen smiling on the stage.

“…Smile?”

Fire lit up in Chung Myung’s eyes.

“Shaolin is still Shaolin even when dying, is it?”

‘Don’t worry.’

‘I’ll break that great head for you soon.’