Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 613

Heo Sanja couldn’t take his eyes off the confused Jin Hyun. He couldn’t believe it.

‘Lost. He lost….?’

Jin Hyun was recognized as the best disciple of Wudang’s second-class disciples and even earned the nickname Sword Dragon. But he lost to the third-class, not even the second-class disciples of Mount Hua.

‘How the hell?’

Yes, he could understand the defeat itself.

What really bewildered Heo Sanja, however, was not that Jin Hyun lost, but that he couldn’t hurt the opponent at all.

That cannot be merely described as ‘lost’.

It is more accurate to say that he was ‘suppressed’.

Isn’t it common knowledge of Kangho that it’s several times more difficult to subdue an opponent without injuring them than simply winning? He never dreamed that Jin Hyun, who he trusted, would be so easily beaten by that disciple of Mount Hua.

“Uh….”

Heo Sanja’s deep discipline began to shake.

‘How could this happen?’

Of course, Wudang’s disciples do not stand out much compared to other sects of similar generations at an age when their training is not deep. This is a trait of Wudang, and Taoism martial art.

But isn’t that the story of the same generation and the same age?

That Mount Hua Jo-Gol is obviously younger than Jin Hyun, and the generation is also later. Losing against such a person was a disaster that could not be excused.

‘What the hell is this…..’

It was then. “You don’t have to look so upset.”

Heo Sanja turned his head towards the sound. Standing on the stage, Jo-Gol grinned and said.

“Because this doesn’t count as a win.”

Heo Sanja’s face turned red. He gritted his teeth while boiling inside. His clenched fists trembled to the point of crushing his bones.

‘Such a display.’

It would have been better to lose proudly.

Doesn’t a match that does not count as a victory mean a confrontation that’s embarrassing to count as a victory, depending on the interpretation?

Of course, the match started without that meaning, but now that things have happened, everyone watching will have no choice but to think that way.

Wudang’s second-class disciples don’t even deserve to compete with Mount Hua’s third-class disciples. This match alone completely shattered the sparring match scheme.

Heo Sanja looked through the audience with trembling eyes.

There was no cheer, no applause.

Everyone is just opening their mouths blankly with a dumbfounded look. Doesn’t that mean that the outcome of this game is also a shock to them?

‘How on earth am I supposed to deal with this?’

Even Heo Sanja couldn’t come up with a clear answer. Even in the midst of this, Jo-Gol’s mouth didn’t rest.

“It would be nice to start over soon before I get cold.”

The faces of Wudang disciples were horribly distorted.

“… Is that bastard doing that on purpose?”

“It’s unconditional. I assure you.”

“…How did he end up like that?”

“They said you can’t touch pitch without being defiled.”

Yoon Jong tried to add, ‘Honestly, Sasuk is nothing different than that these days.’

But held it in.

It was clear that he would only be criticized if he said this without deep intention.

Jo-Gol’s role today was to take the lead, provoke and rake the opponent. The problem was that he was playing the role too well.

They sent a general to protect the perimeter of the country, but he even went to occupy the enemy’s capital.

It wasn’t just Wudang who was surprised by this bizarre situation.

“Wow… Jo-Gol Sahyung against Sword Dragon…….”

“That easy?”

Mount Hua’s disciples also blinked their eyes in amazement at this result.

Of course, they knew Jo-Gol well and were confident that he would not easily lose to Sword Dragon.

Mount Hua’s disciples know how fast Mount Hua Five Swords has grown.

However, no matter how much he is, they didn’t expect Jo-Gol would one-sidedly suppress Sword Dragon like that. Who would have imagined it?

“…Is Wudang not as big as we might think?”

“No, this punk! Jo-Gol is just strong! Sword Dragon can’t be weak!”

“Is, is that so?”

Seeing everyone muttering with disbelief on their faces, Baek Cheon raised the corner of his mouth.

‘There’s no way he’ll be Jo-Gol’s opponent.’

Even when they first met at Huayin Sect, the difference between Jin Hyun and Jo-Gol was not that big. Of course, if they had fought back then, Jo-Gol would have been more than likely to lose, but he was still enough to compete.

What’s important is what comes next.

Training?

Right, of course, he trained. Jin Hyun must have done bone-cutting training on his own.

‘The problem is that man.’

Before that damn Chung Myung came, he never even imagined that training could drive people to hell like that.

Baek Cheon could be sure that no matter how hard Wudang’s disciples practiced, the intensity would be about half of Mount Hua.

‘What’s half, damn it. It could be less than half.’

And even the difference between the two isn’t just in training.

While Jin Hyun was grinding himself in Wudang, Jo-Gol endured several life-threatening battles. And the people he faced each time were always stronger than him.

Would Jin Hyun risk his life against the armed forces of Myriad Man House? Or has he ever fought a war with the Outer Clan of the North Sea Ice Clan? Or else has he fought with the followers of the Demonic Cult? Has he tried to receive the demonic energy of the Demonic Cult’s Bishop with his body?

Both are under the name of a prestigious sect, but the fruits produced under that name are completely different. If Jin Hyun is just a flower that bloomed beautifully in the flower bed, Jo-Gol is a weed that grew strong under the cold wind.

Even if they started with the same talent and the same level of martial arts, their growth is not the same because the process is different.

“He learns martial arts from the roots, suffers from bone-breaking pain, and tempers himself in actual battle.”

This was the process Jo-Gol went through.

The process made Jo-Gol extremely tough. And the process is now being inherited by the disciples of the rest of Mount Hua except for Five Swords.

‘In the end, the whole of Mount Hua will be tougher.’

From this sparring match as a starting point, then more and more.

“Where did the people who going to spar goes?”

“….”

Baek Cheon shook his head as he saw Jo-Gol making a joke in front of him.

It’s good to be strong…….

It would have been better if he didn’t take after Chung Myung in that aspect.

‘Huh? Jo-Gol.’

‘Huh?’

Jo-Gol chins triumphantly at Wudang’s side.

“So who’s coming out?”

Just as Heo Sanja gnashed his teeth and was about to open his mouth, Mu Jin lightly stamped his foot behind him. Kung.

It was not so loud, but it was enough to awaken the consciousness of Wudang’s excited disciples.

“Elder-nim.”

“Hmm.”

Heo Sanja nodded heavily.

Compared to Mu Jin, he was quick-tempered and lost his composure easily. It was inevitable. Mu Jin only needed to take care of his own work, but Heo Sanja had to think about the aftermath of this sparring.

The more people flock, the narrower the view becomes, and the more urgent the mind is. Mu Jin fully understood this.

“I’ll go out.”

“…Mu Jin?”

Mu Jin looked up at Jo-Gol with a cold stiff face.

“The atmosphere is taken over. If we don’t show proper performance next time, the onlookers will think that Mount Hua has almost caught up with Wudang.”

In his head, he expressed that ‘Mount Hua has surpassed Wudang’, but he could not bear to say so in front of Heo Sanja.

“Hm.”

Heo Sanja nodded his head slightly with a gloomy face.

That was right. There was definitely something needed to turn the tide here.

Winning is important, but so is the process.

A new victory obtained after fierce fighting with the enemy and a landslide victory with nothing lost cannot be said to be the same result.

However…

“Will you be okay?”

Mu Jin is like the head of Wudang’s first-class disciples. Would it be appropriate for such a man to deal with Mount Hua’s third-class disciples?

The sect could demand such work if necessary, but from Mu Jin’s point of view, it was enough to feel shame.

But Mu Jin spoke calmly as if he had already decided.

“How can I refuse to do what I have to do for the sake of the sect?”

“Mu Jin….”

“I will go.”

He moved forward without waiting for an answer.

If he can’t deal with Mount Hua Divine Dragon anyway, it is right to go out when the sect needs him the most.

“Wait, Sahyung.”

At that moment, one of the people in the back opened his mouth.

“Mu Ho (무호(無湖))?”

It was Muho, his Saje. He strode up, shook his head, and dissuaded Mu Jin.

“It’s not for Sahyung to go out.”

“….”

“I understand that we need a victory now. But with Wudang’s Three Swords go out and win, will they see us again? Won’t we be ridiculed that we had to send Wudang’s Three Sword out to face Mount Hua’s third-class disciples?”

“….”

He was not wrong either.

“Please let me out. I’ll break that guy’s nose and come back.”

“Hm.”

When Mu Jin looked at Heo Sanja as if asking for an opinion, Heo Sanja also nodded in agreement with Mu Ho’s words.

“Can you?”

“Of course.”

“I see, then go. Tell that arrogant child clearly what Wudang’s first-class disciples mean.”

“I will follow your orders.” Mu Ho bowed while holding his sword in one hand. Then, he turned to the stage without hesitation.

“Jin Hyun.”

“….”

“Jin Hyun!”

“Yes! Yes, Sasuk!”

Jin Hyun, who was still in a daze, unable to escape from the shock of defeat, was startled and looked at Mu Ho.

“There’s nothing to be sad about.”

“….”

“Right now you are just crouching down to go higher. This defeat is not a true defeat. I’ll prove it to you.”

Finally, Mu Ho, who saw Jin Hyun, headed to the stage confidently. Jo-Gol, who was on the stage, showed his disappointment.

“You?”

Mu Ho gave a soft smile even after hearing Jo-Gol’s cheeky remark.

“Are you disappointed, Dojang?”

“I’m not disappointed. It’s a great honor for me to exchange blow with Wudang’s first-class disciples.”

“Hoh?”

At an unexpected remark, Mu Ho tilted his head slightly.

Contrary to his previously mischievous attitude, the words that came out of his mouth were extremely common sense.

“Then why did you insist on Mu Jin Sahyung earlier?”

“It is better to aim higher.”

Jo-Gol grinned playfully.

“Even if you get stuck and break, you learn something when you get to fight with the strongest person.”

“Is it not important to win?” “Of course, winning is better. But that’s not all.”

Mu Ho’s eyes flashed for a moment.

‘I thought he were reckless.’

Aren’t he unexpectedly thoughtful?

Apart from his free spirit and rude attitude, that young man knows exactly what he has to aim for.

‘Is this Mount Hua’s temperament?’

Well, that’s why they’re standing here in front of Wudang.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be a good goal.”

“You’re welcome.”

Jo-Gol lifted the sword in his hand slightly. Before he knew it, his eyes were shining infinitely earnestly.

“No matter who it may be, the best enemy is the person in front of me now. I’ll do my best.”

Mu Ho’s lips arched and drew lines.

“I, too, will try to clear away my mind that ignored you. Let’s have a good match.”

Seureureung.

Mu Ho’s drawn sword went to Jo-Gol with a soft curve. It was a simple move that wasn’t exactly threatening, but it was heavier.

Jo-Gol’s sword also aimed silently at Muho. A light and sharp momentum permeated.

The two, who had been facing each other for such a short time, rushed toward each other regardless of who was first.

“Taaaaat!”

“Haaaap!”

It was the moment when Wudang’s sword and Mount Hua’s sword collided head-on.