Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 615

”This…!”

Heo Sanja’s face was completely distorted.

What a unique sword that is.

The flowers blooming like an illusion dazzle a person’s eyes and hide the sharpness within.

That was simply not a beautiful sight.

It is rather dangerous. It was a sight like a poisonous plant, hiding a terrible poison in the splendid colors.

It is incomprehensible.

He doesn’t want to admit it, but Mount Hua is prestigious. Considering the history of Taoism, it was a place much closer to its origin than Wudang. However, he didn’t know how to understand that a sword spread out in such a place was so unique.

Hwaak! The petals, which had soared once in unison, fell like rain.

Heo Sanja knows the dangers of that beautiful sight better than anyone else, but even then, he was captivated by the appearance of the dancing petals.

And at that moment.

Paaaat!

Jo-Gol, who broke through the storm of petals, flew toward Mu Ho like lightning.

Moving as an arrow fired, Jo-Gol fired a powerful blow to the empty head of Mu Ho.

Swaeaeaek! A strong blow, as if he were going to split Mu Ho in two! It was a typical Powerful Sword (강검(强劍)), completely different from the usual sword that was unfolded.

“Mu- Mu Ho!”

Heo Sanja rose halfway to his feet, screaming unconsciously at the sight.

However.

Kaaang! The moment Jo-Gol’s sword tried to split Mu Ho’s head, Mu Ho’s sword drew an arc like a thunderbolt and blocked Jo-Gol’s flying sword.

Kagagagak! The swords collided and sparks flew in all directions. A fierce battle between a sword that weighs and presses down and a sword that tries to block continued for a short time.

Udeudeuk.

Mu Ho’s eyes shone at the pain felt on his wrist.

‘I blocked it.’.

It was a gruesome thing to do.

If he had been a little less focused and a little more distracted by that splendid sword, he would have been bleeding out by now.

But he blocked it.

Mu Ho sang joy in his heart.

It is clear that the state of the person named Jo-Gol is superior to what was expected, but it is not enough to overwhelm him. It was self-evident that victory would be his if he could prevent that bizarre sword strike.

‘I won….’

But at that moment.

‘Hm?’

Mu Ho’s face hardened in an instant.

The corners of Jo-Gol’s mouth, which had been pressing him down from above his head, curled up.

‘Smiling?’

It was a smile of triumph.

It wasn’t an expression that someone who had his attack blocked would make. It was a smile that could only be made when everything went his way. Feeling something was wrong, Mu Ho recovered his sword and tried to take a defensive posture.

Gogok!

“What?”

But his sword didn’t budge.

As if glued together, Jo-Gol’s sword grabbed his sword and did not let go.

‘Suction Art? ( 흡자결((吸子訣))’

The energy from Jo-Gol’s sword was entangling and pulling his sword.

‘What kind of internal strength……!’

It was a rough, unrefined internal strength, but the amount was frightening. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pull his sword.

Hwaaaaak! All the plum blossom sword energy that Jo-Gol had flown in advance began to fly towards his side simultaneously.

‘It’s, it’s cut off….?’

Wudang’s Unabating Sword.

However, if the sword eventually stopped, the energy that continued like flowing water would inevitably end. But Jo-Gol’s sword’s energy, which soared to the sky, still remained strong.

It wasn’t the petals that dazzled the eye.

It was Jo-Gol who was the bait of his eyes.

“This!”

Mu Ho tried to shake off Jo-Gol’s sword, which was sticking like a leech, by drawing up all of his internal strength. But no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.

Jo-Gol’s dark, hard forearms were bulging with tendons.

“Haaaap!”

Mu Ho, who was in a hurry, instantly released his internal strength and hit Jo-Gol hard. No, he was about to. But at that moment.

Dopssok.

Jo-Gol grabbed Mu Ho’s sword blade with his other hand.

‘Cra- Crazy!’

Despite the fact that he circulated internal strength, Mu Ho’s sword also spewed out sword energy. It would not be surprising if all the fingers were cut off if it was a little clumsy.

Is it possible to do such a drastic thing in a sparring match?

It was a risky act, but the effect was certain.

As both the sword and the hand hung simultaneously, Mu Ho’s sword could not move as if a mountain had been placed on it, and only made a mournful noise.

‘N- No…’

Mu Ho looked back instinctively. And he saw it.

A red storm was coming over him.

Hwaaaaaak! The petals swept through Mu Ho’s whole body.

Sogok! Sogok! Every part of his body was cut, blood spurted out, and sharp petals stuck between his delicate flesh.

“Kkeuk.”

The wounded Mu Ho’s whole body twitched.

Although he was surrounded by the Reinforced Tai Qing Energy (태청강기), the Plum Blossom Sword energy tore his internal strength easily and lodged itself in his body.

Mu Ho, who was groaning in pain, immediately raised his gaze at the thought that flashed through his mind for a moment.

If the sword were to be swept through the wide area like this, would Jo-Gol even be safe?

Mu Ho, who confirmed Jo-Gol’s appearance, opened his eyes wide. His body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

He wouldn’t have been so surprised if Jo-Gol had been fine. But Jo-Gol just grinned, revealing his teeth even as the plum blossom sword energy he shot dug into his own body.

Mu Ho realized.

‘I lacked determination.”

He performed a sparring match, but Jo-Gol did a real battle.

That… that very small difference determined the outcome.

Puuk.

Feeling the plum blossoms sword energy digging into his back, Mu Ho lost consciousness and collapsed on the spot.

Chaeng! A sharp sound spread out as the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword fell on the stage floor.

Tak.

Getting off the stage lightly, Jo-Gol looked down at his leg. As the plum blossoms sword energy passed by here and there, the bridge was covered with blood.

But none of that mattered.

After glancing at Mu Ho’s unconscious body for a moment, he clenched his fists tightly.

“I wooooooon!”

His delighted voice spread through the frozen audience.

“… That madman.”

“He’s out of his mind, out of his mind.”

“He should get hit!”

Baek Cheon, Yoon Jong, and Yoo Iseol simultaneously exhaled killing intent.

It’s too crazy. Who in the world would use his body as bait in a sparring match? Even getting hurt like that.

“That man….”

In particular, Tang So-so, who had to treat the wound, almost had a blaze from both eyes.

The three pissed-off people shivered before the sound of teeth gnashed heard. A low growl spread dreary in the ear. “Do you think body is some piece of cloth? If you get hurt, could you just roughly sew it up?”

“…Calm, calm down, So-so.”

“He won anyway. Hm?”

Eventually, anger exploded.

“Victory isn’t the end! What would have happened if he got seriously hurt! That idiot!”

“But still, it’s your Sahyung, So-so.”

“So what? He don’t understand concept of generation! That’s just very clear today!”

Back Cheon and Yoon Jong, overwhelmed by Tang So-so’s momentum that lit the fire in her eyes, unknowingly apologized.

“… I’m sorry.”

“I apologize instead.”

“Anyway!”

As Tang So-so clenched her fist and gritted her teeth, the three quickly avoided her gaze and looked toward the stage.

Jo-Gol was still jubilant with his hands raised.

“I can’t stop him anyway.”

To be honest, he couldn’t predict the outcome.

In Baek Cheon’s view, there was a little more chance on Jo-Gol’s side, but he wasn’t sure because the fight was bound to change depending on luck and circumstances at the time.

‘You stupid bastard.’

Jo-Gol probably wouldn’t have gone that far if it was his own match.

This was a match that Mount Hua had to win.

It was important for Mount Hua, who was pushed back in overall power, to overpower the initiative in order to win. Jo-Gol knows that too, so he somehow went too far to win.

Although it is invisible, the responsibility for Mount Hua rests heavily on those trembling shoulders. Although Jo-Gol is only one of the third-class disciples, he has already become an equal person who carries the name Mount Hua on his back. ‘You punk.’

Baek Cheon smiled quietly at the pride that filled his chest.

But….

“Why isn’t that bastard coming down?”

“…I don’t think he’s going to come down until it is engraved in the eye of all Wudang’s disciples and upset their stomachs upside down?”

“…someone goes and drag him down right now.”

“Yes.”

Yoon Jong rushed to the stage, kicked Jo-Gol’s butt, grabbed him by ear and dragged him out.

Baek Cheon sighed deeply at the sight.

“Is it trustworthy or not….”

That’s what Chung Myung alone is enough for.

“Ayayaya! It hurts! Sahyung! Agh! It hurts!”

“It must hurt! You are hurt, but of course it hurt!”

“Ah, is it okay to treat someone who came back after winning like this!”

“Noisy.”

When Yoon Jong let go of his ears, Jo-Gol straightened his shoulders as if he had been exaggerating.

“Well, I thought it would be great since it is Wudang’s first-class disciple.”

“Wasn’t it a big deal?”

“No, was it great?”

“….”

‘This bastard?’

Jo-Gol said firmly, receiving everyone’s displeased eyes.

“The pressure is no joke. It’s a sword I’ve never experienced before. It doesn’t seem like he’s doing anything in particular, but it’s getting harder and harder like I’m sinking into a swamp.”

“Hmm.” “You shouldn’t take it easy. If we fought normally, I might have lost.”

“… It is Wudang indeed.”

His heart, which had been slightly anxious, soon calmed down.

Baek Cheon realized Jo-Gol’s growth in the conversation a while ago. If it were Jo-Gol in the past, he would have been busy bragging about winning against Wudang’s first-class disciple, but now he is thinking about the Sahyung that would fight next, not his victory.

‘I’ll have to work harder, too.’

It was a moment when Baek Cheon was about to have such a warm heart.

“But well, I won! I won! Hehe!”

“….”

First of all, he decided to put his warm heart on hold for a while.

“Anyway, they’re not the ones who we can’t fight! A little caution is enough… Euaaaakk!”

Suddenly, Jo-Gol fell on the spot and screamed desperately.

Tang So-so, who had already approached, clutched the wound on Jo-Gol’s leg with a sharp expression.

“Ah, are you happy to win?”

“Aagh! So-so! There! Argh! There’s a cut…….”

“Oh, here?”

“Aaaaargh!”

Everyone who saw So-so’s finger digging into the wound closed their eyes in unison as if they had made a promise beforehand.

“Haha. Our Sahyung is seriously injured. I have to treat you again.”

“N- No! I’m not hurt much! It’s better if you leave it alone! I can spit on it!”

“What nonsense are you talking about? I’ll treat you neatly.”

A large acupuncture needle came out of Tang So-so’s sleeve.

It was ridiculously big, thick, and sharp for an acupuncture needle. If someone had to ask, it was close to an awl. Jo-Gol asked in a trembling voice. “Why- Why needle? I don’t have internal injuries.”

“I’m going to sew it.”

“Huh?”

“This is a needle.”

“…That?”

“Yes.”

“…If that’s a needle, then a worm would be a dragon…. Argh!”

Tang So-so dragged Jo-Gol to a corner without a word. Mount Hua’s disciples shuddered with goosebumps all over their bodies.

‘I should never get hurt.’

‘If I’m going to get hurt, I’d rather die.’

It was the moment when one more condition was added to this sparring match.

Baek Cheon glanced at Wudang with a bitter smile. They were frozen as if they were in severe shock, not even thinking of recovering the fallen Mu Ho on the stage.