Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 319

As quickly as the wind, Tang Soso jumped onto the stage.

“Sago!”

She then rushed in to support Yoo Iseol, acting as if Hye Yeon hadn’t even drawn her attention.

“Are you all right?”

“… I’m okay.”

Yoo Iseol nods hesitantly.

She sustained numerous injuries, but they were not serious ones. However, maintaining consciousness would have been challenging if the confrontation had gone on for a little while longer.

“Let me help you.”

“………please.”

Tang Soso lifted her up and gave her support. With her arms around her shoulders, Yoo Iseol struggled.

Then.

“…that.”

Yoo Iseol’s back was where Yoe Yeon’s shaking voice was heard.

Yoo Iseol turned to face Hye Yeon, who asked with a flushed face.

“H- How…….”

Even though Hye Yeon spoke first, he might not have fully understood what he was asking.

Does he want to know how she used her sword in the face of the Supreme Strength?

Or does he want to know why she persisted in the face of such a huge gap?

Maybe it’s both.

Even though he knew it was silly, he had to ask.

Because he can’t understand.

Between him and Yoo Iseol, there is a significant gap in their skill sets.

Hye Yeon will always prevail in a fight, and in the majority of them, he will be able to do so without getting hurt.

Even if the first wound was accidental, he shouldn’t have ever had to deal with the second one.

However, Yoo Iseol, the swordsman of Mount Hua, destroyed his common sense and left him with a scar.

That sword would have left Yoo Iseol with a large, deep scar if he had a little more strength.

“……how?”

Yoo Iseol silently regarded Hye Yeon. She eventually opened her mouth, her face looking pale.

“Because I had to reach you.”

“…….”

“That’s all.”

Hye Yeon simply gave her a blank look.

Yoo Iseol glanced back as she silently prepared to exit the stage, as if she felt that was insufficient.

“Aren’t you the same?”

Hye Yeon’s expression grew stern.

With Tang Soso’s assistance, Yoo Iseol turned around without making any further remarks.

Under the stage, where they had been waiting for her, the disciples surrounded her.

“Samae! Are you okay?”

“Sago!”

“Your ankle! I saw earlier that you were injured!”

Yoo Iseol just nodded with a calm and expressionless face.

“I’m okay.”

Baek Chun said with a stiff face.

“Still, injuries should be treated as fast as possible. Go to the pharmacy. Soso, take your Sago with you.”

“Yes! Sasuk!”

Tang Soso nodded furiously. Then Baek Chun hesitated and opened his mouth.

“And….”

Then he coughed a little bit.

“……It was great.”

Yoo Iseol’s lips began to smile a little. Everyone nodded as they observed her rarely-seen smile.

“I’ll be back.”

“Yeah.”

Yoo Iseol was well supported by Tang Soso, who then went to the pharmacy. Baek Sang then did the same out of caution.

‘Um.’

Looking at Yoo Iseol’s back, Baek Chun’s eyes fell heavily.

‘Just one swing more.’

Could he have completed it?

He is unable to say for sure, so.

In the first place, this has nothing to do with martial arts. This is a will issue.

The issue is whether we can maintain our will to triumph even though his entire body is being crushed and his consciousness is hazy.

“Did you all see that?”

“Yes, Sasuk.”

“Great.”

Several other disciples gave oblique nods as if they were experiencing something.

The abilities of Hye Yeon were astounding. They wouldn’t have been able to fight if they had confronted him because they would have lost all motivation.

However, Yoo Iseol eventually overcame the stark disparity in skill and struck Hye Yeon in the body.

“In the end…….”

When Chung Myung’s voice came from behind, everyone looked back.

“Development depends on whether you exceed that one point or not.”

“… one point?”

Chung Myung nodded.

“Anyone can do it, unexpectedly, just with all their might. What’s more important is whether you can swing on that last one in an extreme situation where you squeeze the last drop of your body or not.”

Chung Myung narrowed his brow slightly.

“Those who can do it become stronger. Sago will be stronger today because of the match.”

Chung Myung glanced back at everyone.

“Can Sasuk do just that?”

“…….”

After hearing Chung Myung’s words, the second-class disciples all closed their mouths.

“It seems easy when you say it. It seems like you can do it with your will. However, people who have not pushed themselves to the limit on a regular basis cannot overcome themselves at the last minute. She can do it because it’s Sago. She always pushes herself to the limit.”

Baek Chun nodded his head.

“I see what you mean.”

“Now this competition is over.”

Chung Myung said in a nonchalant way.

“What remains is what Sasuk and Sahyung have gained from this competition. If you don’t push yourself based on what you’ve gained here, there’s a limit to what I can do.”

The faces of Mount Hua’s disciples become more serious.

Looking at those eyes, Chung Myung gently raised the corners of his lips.

‘Sago did a good job.’

So far, Mount Hua’s training has been nothing more than Chung Myung pulling on the leash.

However, in order to get to the stage of true rise, they need to take their own initiative. They now that have reached a place where physical effort alone can’t make them go any higher.

The clashes between Yoo Iseol and Hye Yeon have shown many things to Mount Hua’s disciples.

‘It would have been a lot more fun if it was a little deeper.’

He shouldn’t expect that much.

In fact, it was a miracle that Yoo Iseol broke through Hye Yeon’s Supreme Strength and managed to hurt his body. Chung Myung didn’t even want it this far. It was enough for her to just not give up.

“How was it, monk bastards!”

Chung Myung turned his head and looked at the stage.

Indeed.

Bop Jeong was looking their way with a bewildered face. The look on his face seemed to ease his ten-year-old congestion.

Bop Jeong must have never imagined that Yoo Iseol, not Chung Myung, would hurt Hye Yeon.

“Kekeke. Your head is so shiny, huh?”

“Chung Myung-ah.”

“Hehehehe!”

“Chung Myung-ah”

“What?”

“…… Go up. You’re next.”

“Huh?”

‘Oh, really?’

Chung Myung picked up the sword with an awkward face.

He was focusing on Yoo Iseol’s match and forgot that they still had one left.

‘Tsk. This kind of mistake.’

Still, he ignored him too much even though he was an opponent who came up to the semifinal. This is not a good posture for a martial artist.

“By the way, who did you say it was?”

“Hm?”

“I think it was something of “Moyong”?”

“Who was it?”

Chung Myung smiled delightedly as he looked at the other Mount Hua disciples who were rolling their heads.

‘Maybe we’re all so stupid.’

‘I trust these guys, huh? People like this?’

“Go up now!”

“Yes.”

Chung Myung shook his head and climbed onto the stage.

‘I think the atmosphere is a bit different.’

As he was looking around and smacked his lips. The surroundings were hectic.

‘I guess so.’

Others would have accepted the earlier match in a different way from Mount Hua’s disciples.

Those who have noticed that Hye Yeon’s martial arts are Supreme Strength are probably in shock now.

Supreme Strength. (무상대능력(無上大能力).)

It is one of the most difficult arts of the Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art in Shaolin and it is said to be only a few people have learned it throughout the history of Shaolin.

Having seen such a martial art right in front of their eyes, there was no way they couldn’t concentrate on the following match. They won’t be able to calm their excitement after looking at the legendary martial art with their own eyes.

From Chung Myung’s point of view, it would be better to focus more on Yoo Iseol, who broke through such martial art and hurt Hye Yeon’s body, but in the end, only the result that Hye Yeon broke Mount Hua’s sword warrior with his merciless ability will remain.

‘I don’t like it.’

Those who have gathered here by now must have guessed that Hye Yeon will win in the end.

The Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art he showed. How many are there already?

And Seventy-Two Unique Martial Art, he has even used Supreme Strength which can be classified as advanced martial art among the best. Objectively speaking, it would be strange if he didn’t win.

“Is that so?”

The corners of Chung Myung’s lips rolled up.

“I am Moyong Myong from Moyong Family.”

“Huh?”

Before he knew it, the opponent on the other side shouted slightly harshly.

He seemed to have noticed that Chung Myung was not interested in him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

This isn’t polite either.

Although Chung Myung is said to have sold his manners in earnest and has nothing left, he should be polite in a place where others are looking.

“I’m Chung Myung from Mount Hua.”

Sreuruk.

Chung Myung drew his sword. Then he hung still.

At the same time, Moyong Myong, who pulled out his sword, looked at him. There was an indescribable tension in his eyes.

But even though the two pulled out their swords, the crowd still couldn’t concentrate on the match.

Most of the eyes were on Shaolin, not on the stage.

“Hmm.”

Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

Then he peeked at Bop Jeong on the podium. In rare cases, he could feel a slight dissatisfaction leaking from his face, which had hardened his mouth.

‘You’re greedy.’

It’s exactly what he wanted Hye Yeon to completely capture the crowd’s attention, but he won’t like how hurt he was in the midst of that.

There was no doubt that he wanted a more overwhelming victory.

Chung Myung grinned.

Well, that’s good.

It’s not too bad for Hye Yeon to get attention from others. And it’s not too bad that everyone thinks Shaolin will win either.

“Be prepared!”

Moyong Myong screamed loudly.

Then he quickly rushed toward Chung Myung and swung his sword.

Swaeaeaek!

There is no way that any of them who have reached the semifinal will be inferior in skills.

Moyong Myong’s sword, enveloped in pure white sword energy, instantly filled the stage. It’s not as glamorous as Yoo Iseol unfolded, there was a rather superior aspect in terms of its momentum and speed.

The sound of the sword cutting the wind resounded sharply, and the white sword energy covered Chung Myung’s entire body.

And at that moment.

“Still a long way to go.”

Chung Myung rushed at the sword energy pouring on him.

Seueut.

As his body turned blurry, he let out a wave of sword energy and passed by Moyong Myong.

Paang!

There was a short breaking sound.

Faint.

As small as one’ll never hear unless they listen carefully.

Moyong Myong stiffened in the same posture he used to wield his sword.

Tok.

Chung Myung retrieved the sword and pushed it into the scabbard.

At the same time, Moyong Myong’s body collapsed to the ground.

Thud.

There was not even a single wound left on his body, but even before he collapsed, Moyong Myong had already lost consciousness.

Chung Myung is standing alone as Moyong Myong falls.

Cold silence filled the stage.

Single swing.

It was a single strike.

At the shocking scene, those who couldn’t concentrate looked at the stage in a late panic.

“….. one swing?”

“Oh my gosh….”

This is the place of the Murim Competition.

But how could such absurd results come about?

Receiving the spectators’ startled gaze, Chung Myung slowly looked up at the podium. That is exactly where Bop Jeong is.

Bop Jeong’s eyes clearly showed obvious surprise, which had always remained calm.

“Winning?”

‘Don’t be ridiculous.’

Chung Myung grinned.

“Shaolin or whatnot. I’m good at upsetting other people’s moods.”

‘Your well-prepared feast, I will swallow it whole.’

Isn’t he already wondering what type of expression that face will be covered with?

‘It’s not that i have a bad personality.’

– You do, though?

‘Don’t come out at times like this, man!’

Chung Myung giggled and went down the stage.

They didn’t know that Bop Jeong’s gaze would fall on Chung Myung’s back.

Murim Competition.

The long and long competition ended with the final between Shaolin and Mount Hua.

Shaolin, is the one who has been called the northern head of Kangho for hundreds of years.

Mount Hua, was the one who was expelled from the Ten Great Sect and miraculously revived.

The stage, in which many things were intertwined, now had only one match left.