Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 614
Paaaat!
The stretched sword was indeed sharp.
Even if they have learned the same martial arts, the nature of the sword varies from person to person.
Jo-Gol’s sword was unusually light and sharp among Mount Hua’s swords.
This was a different realm from splendor.
Just because it’s fast and the change is extremely rapid, it doesn’t mean it has great splendor. This sword was developed only in pursuit of the best efficiency to completely crush the opponent.
On the other hand, Mu Ho’s sword was solid and magnificent.
If Jo-Gol’s sword was like a gust of wind rising into the sky, Mu Ho’s sword was like a thousand-year-old giant rock that held firm.
When those two met, their swords style was obviously a clash.
Paaaaat! Mu Ho’s sword silently blocked Jo-Gol’s sword, which swung quickly and concisely.
Kaaang! The moment swords collided, sparks flew and their gazes crossed in the air.
‘He’s blocking it?’
‘Fast!’
There was no way for each other to not marvel at each other’s swords.
Swordsman was bound to look at each other’s sword completely in any situation.
‘It’s different.’
Jo-Gol hardened his face as he quickly stabbed his sword. It was different from any other martial arts he had ever experienced.
It was even very different from the sword that Jin Hyun unfolded.
Jo-Gol was now keenly aware of the meaning that Wudang’s sword reveals its true value as time passes.
It’s heavy. It’s like facing an iron wall.
No, that expression is not appropriate either.
Doesn’t iron wall have the anti-elasticity that bounces off when you hit it? However, this sword gently absorbs everything that flies into it.
If he had to say, it was a sword like a lake.
No matter how many stones are thrown and trees are plucked and pushed into, the lake simply exists as a lake. It will return to its quiet original form if given a little time.
No matter how much Jo-Gol sharply aimed at the enemy, Mu Ho’s sword returned to its place as if nothing had happened.
‘This is Wudang’s sword…….’
He could see why the world was so much in unison to praise Wudang Sect.
The firm mind that perfectly maintains itself even in the midst of a fierce battle.
Rather, the firmness that makes the attacker despair more, and the softness that takes the opponent’s power completely without pushing it away.
‘A sword can be used like this.’
Jo-Gol even got goosebumps because he felt like he was opening new eyes.
Until now, he had never discovered the sword of the Righteous Faction.
All the people he dealt with were Evil Sect, Demonic cultists, or other strangers.
He fought with Southern Edge Sect and has seen several swords with his own eyes in the Murim Competition, but it was a rising star at best. They were only too few to understand the prestigious sword that had been passed on for a thousand years.
Can you say that a sword that is only at the level of mimicking the shell is a true sword of a Righteous Faction?
But here is the true sword of the Righteous sect.
It is bold, heavy, soft, yet strong. The sword of the righteous sect, which conforms like water, but has a strong core within it, pressed heavily on him. ‘Yes, I understand.’
Why was the sword of Mount Hua said that it was closer to Evil than Righteous, even though it was a prestigious sword? Now he understands why Mount Hua’s sword is so practical.
One thing is that…….
“I want to win more!”
Jo-Gol roared, made dozens of sword energy, and fired it all at Mu Ho in unison.
“Hm!”
Mu Ho swallowed the wind and pressed down the sword.
‘This is the sword of third-class disciples?”
It’s ridiculous.
He watched Jin Hyun’s performance with his own eyes and confirmed the results. Defeat is something that cannot be excused, but it is also true that he thought that if Jin Hyun had fought to the best of his ability, he would not have been easily beaten.
However, he had to change his mind after experiencing Jo-Gol’s sword in person.
‘In the first place, it was impossible for Jin Hyun.’
He won’t win a single match out of a hundred times. Even he can’t guarantee a perfect victory over this sword, so how can Jin Hyun handle it?
It’s fast.
Sharp.
‘And it’s bizarre.’
He doesn’t know if Jo-Gol uses the sword like that or if Mount Hua’s sword is just like this, but this sword deceives and catches people off guard at every moment.
It showed no willingness to weigh on the opponent justly. The fierce ambition to get the result of victory somehow permeates the sword itself, not the wielder.
‘This is Mount Hua’s sword!’
There was a smile on Mu Ho’s lips.
The fate to protect the honor of the sect and that the opponent is much younger than him disappeared cleanly from his head. He, too, has lived his whole life sharpening his sword.
The moment he faced a sword that worked differently from his sword, his soul as a sword warrior burned.
“Heup!”
Mu Ho’s sword pushed away Jo-Gol’s sword energy one by one.
Minimal movement and minimal force.
The sword, which minimizes waste, seemed rather slow.
The sword swam in the air as if it were flowing smoothly, and a large circle formed at the end of it knocking out all flying sword energy.
“Uh….”
Tang So-so distorted her face as if she couldn’t see the scene anymore.
“He, he’s not losing, is he?”
“Hmm.”
Baek Cheon neither affirmed nor denied that statement. He just let out a low sigh.
“… That’s Wudang’s sword.”
Now Baek Cheon had no choice but to reflect on himself.
He has heard the same thing numerous times from Chung Myung. That it was an arduous martial art.
He admitted it on the outside. He thought so in his head.
However, it was clear that arrogance had already settled in him.
He won the battle against the Daeju of Myriad Man House, defeated the Elder of Ice Clan, and even survived the wicked Bishop’s clutches.
He thought no one would have experienced such a moment at least at a similar age, or even above one generation. So no matter how strong they were, he thought he could handle them.
But now, Wudang’s sword showed Baek Cheon that the world was vast.
‘It’s not important to go beyond the name of Wudang Sect’
In order to truly overcome Wudang Sect, they must surpass that sword. A sword as soft as water, as hard as a rock, and as firm as a pine tree growing in the field! “Sa, Sasuk!”
Baek Cheon nodded as Tang So-so urged once again.
“The opponent is strong.”
“….”
“There’s nothing wrong with what he said. Wudang’s first-class disciple is on a different level than the second-class disciple.”
It’s so bizarre.
If he had to explain, there was a difference between a coachman and a law enforcement officer. It was hard to understand how it could be so different in just one generation.
“Then Jo-Gol Sahyung….”
“But.”
Baek Cheon said with a stiff face.
“That guy is not a pushover either. You know that, don’t you? He’s the one who’s never had a break from training.”
“….”
“He’s been messing around like that, losing manners, talking nonsense because he doesn’t know the atmosphere, and a hypocrite that pretending to live a rough life when he was Young Master as a child, but…….”
“…How can you curse like that?”
“Wow, Sasuk is really good at criticizing now. It’s high-quality.”
Baek Cheon tried to ignore the voice of Chung Myung, who seemed to be genuinely admiring him and continued.
“Nevertheless, Jo-Gol is more serious than anyone else when it comes to swordsmanship. No matter how good Wudang’s sword is, there is no reason for Mount Hua’s sword to lag behind.”
Baek Cheon’s eyes lit up as he stared at the stage.
“Then his experience will solve the problem of time difference.”
Tang So-so nodded and looked at Jo-Gol again.
Jo-Gol swayed like a boat lost in the sword energy rushing in like a river. ‘It’s strong.’
Jo-Gol revealed his teeth and laughed.
When the inside of the mouth burst, blood flowed from the newly parted lips.
It wasn’t just his mouth. He had never been hit hard, but his shoulders were crushing, and his fingertips holding his sword were numb.
This is what it means to subdue an opponent with energy.
He neither thrusts in fiercely nor tries to press down with a swing. But Jo-Gol was increasingly on the defensive on his own.
That was Living Sword (활검(活劍)).
A sword that focuses on subduing opponents rather than defeating them. A sword to save people, the fundamental sword of the Righteous Faction.
‘It’s heavy.’
Also, the sword’s energy is as clear and pure as ever.
It was different from just drastically increasing the amount. He could see why Chung Myung scolded him for having too much energy that he couldn’t even use properly.
There is no point in just having it.
Only when it can be used to match one’s sword and be completely controlled can it truly become one’s true strength..
Even now, the Plum Blossom Sword was bending as if the force broke it.
If Evil Faction’s martial art was close to pouring waterfalls on the opponent, the Righteous Faction’s martial art was like water slowly rising from ankles.
And the water is clear and pure.
That’s why it’s called Tai Qing (태청(太淸) One of the three purest realms of Taoism).
If martial art climbs to a higher place based on the layers accumulated through training, then what is piled up in Mu Ho’s sword would not dare to compare with Jo-Gol’s.
Yes, it’s strong. It’s so strong and clear that he has never experienced it before.
But! Jo-Gol’s gaze turned reflexively sideways. He could see Chung Myung’s face squatting next to Baek Cheon.
He didn’t turn his gaze because he wanted to get help.
He just wanted to be sure that he was right.
And Jo-Gol, who checked Chung Myung’s face, unknowingly twisted the corner of his mouth and smiled.
‘I knew you’d look like that, you f*cking bastard!’
Chung Myung speaks with his face.
‘So?’
Right, that’s why.
Even so, it is just a sword; even if it is, it is just martial arts.
There is no reason not to deal with it, and there is no reason not to surpass it.
‘It flows like water?’
The confidence on Jo-Gol’s face was clear. Even in the midst of pain, as if his fingertips were swollen and the endless sword energy was crushing his internal organs, he was able to laugh.
“Then where….”
Soon his sword began to shake gently.
The sword, which had been bent as if it could not withstand the pressure exerted by the sword force, regained its shape in an instant and shook gently as if it did not feel any pressure.
“Shall we see if the flower blooms even in the water?”
Hwaaak! The edge of Jo-Gol’s sword scattered throughout the world.
Flowers bloomed in the faraway Yunnan and even in the cold North Sea. Then, is there a reason why plum blossoms can’t bloom even in the water?
Soon after, plum blossoms grew gently from the trembling edge of the sword.
The plum blossoms he bloomed, no one else.
Mount Hua’s plum blossoms, Jo-Gol’s plum blossoms. Someone said.
The colder the winter is, the stronger the wind that bothers the plum trees, and the more beautiful the plum blossoms bloom.
So what about the winter and the wind he endured?
Will it be enough to make a beautiful plum blossom?
As if plum blossoms were stretching, they opened their leaves and bloomed one by one.
The flowers, which bloomed at the edge of Jo-Gol’s sword, are incredibly simple and form a forest as time goes by.
The middle of the flowing river was split, revealing the plum blossom forest. Even then, the forest grew larger and began to repel the flowing water.
‘This?’
Mu Ho’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
‘Plum Blossom Sword Technique.’
He has heard that name countless times.
However, the Plum Blossom Sword Technique he saw with his own eyes was quite different from what he had heard.
This sword is so beautiful and gorgeous, and…….
Riding on the blowing wind, plum blossoms began to blow worldwide.
In the end, unlike water, which cannot leave the land, plum blossoms are not bound by the earth. The petals of the plum blossoms that flew softly fluttered and swayed like an illusion and wrapped around Mu Ho’s body.
The moment when Mu Ho, who was caught in the moment of freedom, was about to swing his sword.
Paaat!
Among the petals that gently swayed and fluttered, Jo-Gol jumped out like lightning and shot at Mu Ho like an arrow.