Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 325

Unintentionally grabbing her chin, Hye Yeon felt a sharp throbbing pain.

But now, the confusion and astonishment overpower the pain.

‘I couldn’t stop him.’

The fist of the Shaolin is both a fist of the living and an orthodox sect. It places more importance on maintaining the center and deflecting attacks from the opposition than it does on taking the opponent out.

This is Hye Yeon, who supposedly has perfect mastery of the Shaolin Fist Art. But after that, how did he fare against the opponent’s opening blow?

‘Surprise attack?’

No, that can’t be.

On stage, there is no such thing as a surprise attack. How is it possible that they will be forced to battle each other in a surprise?

Clearly, this requires skill.

Confused Hye Yeon stumbled a bit. Then, there was a swift stabbing motion in the back.

“Hye Yeon!”

At the stern voice, he recoiled.

Bangjang Bop Jeong of the Shaolin was glaring with icy eyes.

“Get a hold of yourself! You are Hye Yeon of Shaolin!”

Hye Yeon quickly stood up while biting his lip.

He then assumed a posture while maintaining a direct gaze on Chung Myung. Coming into view was Chung Myung, who was gazing at himself with cold eyes.

Cold.

It felt like his whole body temperature was cooling down.

‘Why?’

Hye Yeon was completely unable to comprehend the circumstances.

He is a Shaolin disciple.

Great Shaolin pupils who later became his adversaries were also among them. Even the Elders were happy to mentor him personally.

But…….

‘Why was it that the pressure that I had never felt even from the Elders come out from Siju?’

Because this situation is not just a spar?

Considering that the Murim Competition final round puts pressure on him?

With those items, can he genuinely explain this situation?

‘… if that’s not the case…….’

Hye Yeon bit his lips tightly.

It’s impossible.

This is unimaginable. Does it make sense that the person in front of him today is superior to the Elder of Shaolin from a rational standpoint?

As a martial artist, it doesn’t matter if it’s a force or an attitude. A young man who has yet to become an adult cannot be better than the Elder of Shaolin, who has been cultivating their Dharma and martial art all their is life.

Never!

‘The reason my heart is shaken is that I am lacking.’

If he had maintained his calm mind, he would not have been easily attacked by Chung Myung. And even if he had allowed the attack, he wouldn’t have suffered so much.

“Amitabha.”

Hye Yeon suppressed his trembling and established a position after calming his mind by chanting calmly.

Attach the left hand to the side and spread the legs just past shoulder width. The second hand was then spread open and placed in front of his chest.

Half-Palm Stance. (반장세(半掌勢).)

It is the fundamental stance of Shaolin Martial Arts and the basic form of Shaolin’s basic martial art, the Arhat Fist.

As he took the familiar posture, his distractions vanished and his mind began to calm down.

‘I… … .’

He took a deep breath.

– If you can give up your weak heart and truly win over yourself, no one in the world will be your opponent. Your heart, not your body, needs to be set up right.

‘It does not shake.’

His feet pressed firmly against the earth.

Chung Myung had a subtle look at Hye Yeon.

‘You learned well.’

It’s closer to innate than learned.

That’s what makes Shaolin terrifying.

If Mount Hua is a giant tree at the top of the mountain that blooms colorful plum blossoms, Shaolin is simply a giant boulder. It isn’t fancy, but it isn’t moved by wind or waves either.

Unchanging.

Words that represent the Shaolin.

Shaolin martial arts are difficult to master because of a very straightforward reason. This is due to the fact that whereas martial art can be defeated via skill and effort, Unchanging cannot be resolved without the passage of time.

Shaolin’s martial arts don’t really work until you’ve been through many storms and have an upright heart that is not moved by anything in the world.

However, despite her early age, Hye Yeon is still clinging to that Unchanging end.

It’s genius.

It is worthy of being called Heaven Sent Genius.

However…

“Unchanging?”

There was a sneer around Chung Myung’s mouth.

“You guys?”

It’s disgusting.

Who in Shaolin is deserve to discuss Unchanging now?

A strong and unshakable heart is meaningful only when the direction is upright. Can it be called Unchanging when it is twisted and not shaken?

It’s just another form of evil.

Of course, there was no sense of obligation or justice for Chung Myung to judge evil.

But one thing is for sure.

Currently, Chung Myung and Mount Hua are the only ones who have the power to condemn the hypocrisy of the Shaolin and Ten Great Sect.

Chung Myung stared at Hye Yeon with cold eyes.

He doesn’t like it.

Those straight eyes.

That eye, believing that he is walking on the right path without a shred of shame, warps Chung Myung’s stomach.

‘It wasn’t you who should have those eyes.’

Mount Hua’s disciples should have those eyes.

Eyes overflowing with pride in their own sect.

Eyes endlessly proud of what their ancestors accomplished and willing to keep their will.

Right.

It should have belonged to Mount Hua.

Crunch.

Blood dripped down Chung Myung’s lips.

He couldn’t help but be furious.

While that Hye Yeon blooms like a flower in a greenhouse with all the support from Shaolin, Mount Hua, who should have enjoyed its glory, shrank, withered in the wind, and groaned in pain.

No matter who Chung Myung is, he can’t turn back time. Even if they bring Mount Hua back to normal, there’s no way it will take away the pain they’ve suffered.

That.

He can’t stand it.

“Taaaaat!”

Kuung!

Hye Yeon’s feet dug into the ground.

After stepping with intense advance, he poured his strength into the rotational force created by his toes and spit it out with his fist.

Complete Dynamism. (완전한 발경(發勁).)

Energy in the shape of a golden fist flew swiftly toward Chung Myung’s face. The process of martial art is not so fast, but the speed of flying energy is enormous.

But.

Boom!

With a short bang, the flying energy bounced sideways at an extreme speed.

The power of Arhat Fist, who was stuck on the floor of the stage, crushed the solid blue stone like clay.

But Hye Yeon couldn’t even give a glance at the spectacle his own power had wrought. He just looked at Chung Myung in astonishment.

‘You bounced it out?’

Does he redirect Arhat Fist that easily?

His eyes turned to Chung Myung’s energy. The green energy emanating from his fingertips was sharply forged like a blade.

Meanwhile, Hyun Sang, watching the match from below, unknowingly opened his mouth.

“… Bamboo Leaf Hand (죽엽수(竹葉手)). On top of that, it was even pinnacle level……?”

‘When the hell did that child learn Bamboo Leaf Hand?’

The time was tight to even learn the sword. Therefore, he could not even dare to pass on any other martial arts except the sword.

Then when did he learn Bamboo Leaf Hand, and trained to the extreme at that?

‘What the hell is he… .’

Hyun Sang looked at Chung Myung with fiercely shaking eyes.

However, Chung Myung lightly shook off his hand, which contained the energy of Bamboo Leaf Hand, as if it were nothing special.

His gaze, which sank coldly, weighed heavily on Hye Yeon.

“Is that all?”

“…….”

“I hope you don’t talk big with just this much skill.”

Towards Hye Yeon, who is taking Half-Palm stance, the calm Chung Myung slowly begins to approach.

‘Show me more.’

‘You have to prove yourself strong.’

‘You must convince me that you are the world’s spirit created by Shaolin and an important being that cannot be exchanged for anything in the world.’

‘If it’s not the case.’

“How can the talent made by the world we protected with our lives be only on this level..”

Hye Yeon stepped forward and rushed at Chung Myung again.

Fast but heavy.

His firm waist seemed to indicate his uprightness.

But Chung Myung’s eyes were rather fiercely distorted.

A swift strike was issued toward him. There was no unnecessary movement in the martial art that pursued perfection through countless repetitions and bone-cutting training.

It was really beautiful.

But.

“Weak.”

Bam!

Hye Yeon’s fist was blocked by Chung Myung’s Bamboo Leaf Hand.

Hye Yeon’s eyes shook briefly.

It felt as if he had knocked on a huge steel wall. No matter how hard he pushed, he didn’t think it would be pushed back even an inch.

Is this possible?

His internal strength is comparable to that of Elders, outperforming his fellow first-class disciples. Of course, no matter where you search the world, there is no first-class disciple who has a stronger internal strength than him.

But third-class disciples, not second-class, simply blocked his energy. It doesn’t make sense.

“Grit!”

Hye Yeon clenched his teeth.

He retrieved his outstretched fist and struck again swiftly. With his strong lower body, he fired three consecutive strikes at once, twisting his body without checking the result, and slamming his shoulder agains Chung Myung’s body.

No, he tried to.

Because before he pushes forward, Chung Myung steps down his foot.

Crack!

The feet dug completely into the floor.

As the center of gravity was shaken at the moment, he couldn’t fully put strength on his shoulders.

The result was too obvious.

Kwadeudeuk!

Chung Myung’s hands blocked his shoulder, which had lost its strength.

Chung Myung trampled on Hye Yeon’s knee, who was stranded and kicked him on the waist.

Hye Yeon rolled the ground like a ball kicked by a child.

Chwaaak.

The sound of yellow robes dragging the ground sounds strange. Hye Yeon, who was being pushed back as if someone were dragging him by the hair, jumped up and took stance again, striking the floor with a seizure.

“Huuk! Huuk! Huuk!”

His posture does not waver.

However, his facial expression failed to maintain Unchanged. His bewildered eyes quivered and chased Chung Myung.

‘What’s happened?’

That young man is a swordsman.

Mount Hua is a Sword Sect.

In the past, Mount Hua was a sect that fought for the strongest sword sect in the world, not a sect that distinguished itself in Fist Art.

But how.

How could he be pushed back by Mount Hua’s disciple?

How.

He doesn’t understand.

He can’t understand no matter what he tries.

But the most difficult thing to understand was that Chung Myung, who had a complete advantage in a series of exchanges, looked several times angrier than Hye Yeon.

“Is this the only thing you can do?”

Looking at his expression, Chung Myung gritted his teeth. Then he walked toward Hye Yeon. Anger boils over at every step.

His eyes became bloodshot.

They took away what Mount Hua had to enjoy. They took away what Mount Hua had to gain.

If Chung Myung had survived, or if any of the third-class disciples had survived, all of their glory and achievement would have belonged to Mount Hua.

Then the world would be different.

There could have been Baek Chun where Hye Yeon is standing now. Yoo Iseol, not Hye Yeon, or Yoon Jong or Jo Gol could have been standing there.

Guided by his third-class disciples, they would have been loved by the world as the rising star of the Ten Great Sect and grown up to be excellent swordsmen.

“But just this?”

Is this the only thing they’ve ever created by pressing their conscience and giving a blind eye to them?

This is no better than the talent that Mount Hua would have developed when it was intact. This made Chung Myung even angrier.

“Do more.”

Chung Myung glared at Hye Yeon with bloodshot eyes.

“Do more, you stupid bastard. It shouldn’t be this much!”

Hye Yeon bit his lips to the point of bleeding and then burst into a fit of rage.

“Haaaat!”

Uuuung!

At that moment, Hye Yeon’s whole body began to be colored with golden brilliance.

A golden light as if a golden Buddha was incarnated. Soon after, the light that had burst out gathered in Hye Yeon’s fist.

“Hu- Hundred Steps Divine Fist!”

“Chung Myung!”

It’s not a move they’ve already seen a few times.

Mount Hua’s disciples screamed reflexively when they noticed that Hye Yeon was unfolding Hundred Steps Divine Fist.

But even before their voices reached the stage, Hye Yeon unleashed enormous energy as if it was pouring out of a dam.

Not too far away.

It’s been a long time since he lost the composure to ensure the opponent doesn’t get hurt. The Hundred Steps Divine Fist, which Hye Yeon developed with all his might, quickly covered Chung Myung’s entire body.

And.

There was a strange sight in the wide-open eyes of Mount Hua.

Reddish energy began to spread out between the gold energy.

The red energy divided the power of the Hundred Steps Divine Fist, like an illusion.

‘How…’

Chung Myung, who broke through the soaring golden power, kicked Hye Yeon, who couldn’t hold his position and blew him away.

Hye Yeon’s body, which cannot handle the power of Hundred Steps Divine Fist, bounces off and rolls on the ground.

Despite a number of hits, Hye Yeon who managed to raise his head again were filled with emotions that had never been seen before.

“Get up.”

Chung Myung swung his hand and slashed the ground.

His cold gaze crossed Hye Yeon to Bop Jeong, right behind him.

“This is nothing compared to what Mount Hua has been through.”

The cold voice penetrated Bop Jeong’s ear sharply.