Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 636

“Mount Hua Divine Dragon?”

Heo Gong’s eyes widened.

‘So that’s the guy Sect Leader told me about.”

He had said that he was a guy with an extraordinary talent that wouldn’t appear once again.

One day, he will surely block Wudang’s path. So they have to crush him in advance and kill his momentum.

But….

‘He doesn’t look that great.’

Judging only by his outward demeanor, the tall Baek Cheon beside him looked more impressive.

If the words of Heo Dojin and the rumors circulating around the world weren’t wrong, he’s sure Mount Hua’s best-rising star now would be that man….

‘Could he really have reached a level where he can hide his ability from my detection?’

At such an age?

It was difficult to imagine, even for Heo Gong.

And if that was true, then the situation was even more serious than he thought.

Even Mu Jin still couldn’t escape his detection. Doesn’t that mean he is even stronger than Mu Jin, even though he is not even half his age?

‘I can see why the Sect Leader sent me here.’

He can’t even be referred to as a sleeping dragon anymore now. A momentary flash of murder intent passed through Heo Gong’s eyes.

“So, what’s the answer?”

“…What answer are you talking about?”

“You’re saying Wudang is lost, right?”

“Hahaha.”

Heo Gong laughed and received Chung Myung’s words.

“I already said it. You’re free to think that way.”

“Did you practice in muddy water or something? You keep sneaking away like a mudfish.”

“… Isn’t that a little too much to say?”

“It’s not too much compared to you telling us to think it however we want.”

Chung Myung openly smirked.

“If you don’t dare to admit defeat, then step back and wait for the outcome. It’s only natural for the side that breaks the established rules first to lose.”

“….”

“Or could it be…”

Chung Myung’s words trailed off with a sneer.

“It can’t be that you, an elder of Mudang, are trying to take advantage of the crowd’s opinion now, are you? I wouldn’t be able to handle losing that face even if I didn’t have any face to begin with if it were me. But oh well, it might be different for Wudang, huh.”

Baek Cheon closed his eyes.

‘That bastard is really going crazy.’

All of Mount Hua’s disciples were amazed and admired Chung Myung.

‘He’s confronting Wudang Elder.’

‘The real crazy one doesn’t discriminate against people.’

‘Right, only then is he a Chung Myung!’

If he considers the opponent before breaking their heads, he’s not Chung Myung. Regardless of gender or age, it is only when he fairly breaks people’s heads that he can be called Mount Hua Mad Dog, Chung Myung.

Normally, they would have freaked out and stopped him, but now no one intended to stop Chung Myung. The Five Swords, who usually sneak up and are ready to subdue Chung Myung whenever he opens his mouth, gathered around Baek Cheon, not Chung Myung this time.

As if they were ready to block Baek Cheon if he tried to stop Chung Myung.

However, just this time, Baek Cheon pulled himself back, hinting that he had no intention of stopping Chung Myung at all.

That’s how much anger they have against Heo Gong, who insulted Mount Hua’s superiors.

“….”

Meanwhile, Heo Gong, who was insulted in front of his face, began to shake little by little, twitching his mouth.

“Crowd?”

“Yes.”

“Are you saying I’m taking advantage of the crowd now?”

“That’s right.”

“Sodojang.”

Heo Gong’s voice, clearly subdued, penetrated Chung Myung like a knife.

“One’s mouth is the source of all disaster. Sodojang must first learn to watch your language.”

“That’s up to me.”

“…What?”

Chung Myung grinned.

“If you’re so good at giving guidance, why don’t you focus on your own sect first instead of telling other sects what to do? Seeing how much you care about a single disciple of another sect’s language, I can’t imagine how you managed to bear watching your own sect’s disciples getting trashed by junior-generation disciples.”
“….”

“Ah, is that your tendency? Only seeing others’ flaws while not being able to see your own flaw that’s right in front of your own eyes? Well, it’s a common thing.”

Heo Gong clenched his fist.

There was no change in his expression, but his tightly clenched fist was clearly shaking slightly. Watching this scene, Baek Cheon felt both exhilaration and strong sympathy.

‘Why did you try to quarrel with him, anyway?’

If you gather those who Chung Myung has beaten, you can roughly make one lap around the Dongting Lake, but if you gather those who Chung Myung has verbally beaten, you can fill the entire Dongting Lake.

If his sword’s power is about seven stars, his snout has long been twelve.

It was Heo Gong’s misfortune not to know of that.

Heo Gong said with a hint of displeasure.

“I guess the disciples of Mount Hua need to learn manners aga-…”

“That’s not something for you to worry about.”

But Chung Myung cut off Heo Gong’s words.

“Don’t keep changing the subject. So what are you gonna do? Will you admit defeat first? Or will you return to your seat and wait until the outcome is decided?”

“….”

“Oh, there’s one more option.”
Chung Myung smiled after clapping brightly.

“I’ll count your fight as part of the sparring match, Elder. Then everything will be resolved.”

Eventually, Heo Gong’s expression completely collapsed and distorted.

“……Are you asking me to exchange blows with first-class disciples?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

‘Is there a problem?’

The nonchalant rebuttal made Heo Gong’s face bewildered.

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“No, it’s not us who don’t know, it’s Wudang.”

“….”

Chung Myung smiled and raised his voice as if he wanted everyone to hear it.

“If it’s strange for an Elder to fight with a first-class disciple, isn’t it also strange for a first-class disciple to fight a second-class disciple? Wasn’t it Wudang that said there isn’t any problem with that?”

Heo Gong closed his mouth tightly.

Of course, it wasn’t his doing. But it seemed certain that the words came out of Heo Sanja’s mouth when the sparring match occurred.

He and Heo Sanja are different people, but they are the same Wudang’s Elders from the outside.

Even if there was a loss, they had to stop any disagreement among Wudang Elders.

“…It seems we did.”

When Heo Gong’s words of acknowledgment came out, Chung Myung pressed without missing the right time.

“Even Southern Edge Sect, who had enmity enough to draw swords even in their sleep at the mention of Mount Hua, didn’t make their second-class disciples compete against our third-class disciples. Since they are not people who don’t know how ridiculous that is.”

“….”

“But now that it has come to this, we will allow Elder to squeeze in too. Since even a fight between a first-class and third-class was already held, what’s the problem with an Elder getting involved? How about it? If you don’t want to admit defeat, we can give you a chance to fight.”

Chung Myung grinned and touched his own scabbard.

It was indeed a blatant provocation. Heo Gong bit his lips gently.

‘This fearless monkey.….’

All of this may have been an attempt to taunt him, but there was no way he could avoid getting involved.

In the first place, the moment the picture of the first and third-class disciples engaging in a fight was painted, Wudang already fell into an inescapable trap.
“There’s absolutely no excuse for this.”

Heo Gong nodded slowly.
“If we have to admit it, then we will admit it. With the authority of Wudang Elder, I declare that Mount Hua is the winner of this sparring match.”

“Heo Gong!”

When his declaration ended, a scream broke out of Heo Sanja’s mouth.

But Heo Gong didn’t even turn his gaze.

Backing down from here would mean nothing but admitting defeat. What’s important here isn’t that.

If they showed their obsession with winning, those who were watching would realize the importance of this sparring match. Then they would have no excuse for the four defeats they suffered at the beginning of the match.

Rather, it was better to hand over the fruit of victory and pass it over to show that Wudang was not so desperate.

Heo Sanja also seemed to understand Heo Gong’s intention and didn’t make any other attempts to stop him except for raising his voice once.

“Is that enough?”

When asked by Heo Gong, Chung Myung rolled up his lips.

“How fiery.”

“Haha.”

A cunning guy.

Nothing matters anymore now. Nothing.

“I’ve done everything you wanted.”

“Yes, you did.”

“So now….”

Heo Sanja stretched his shoulders and spoke softly.

“Who will step forward and receive my teachings?”

The surrounding became dead silent.

‘No matter how much you talk or manipulate the situation to your advantage, it’s just a temporary solution.’

Although Heo Sanja twisted the situation, Heo Gong couldn’t blame him. It was probably the best option for Heo Sanja, who had no ability to overwhelm Mount Hua on his own.

But Heo Gong is different.

Sparring match? Competition?

What’s the use of such a thing?

‘As long as you can’t go beyond me, Mount Hua cannot go beyond Wudang forever.’

And unless the day came when he died of old age, losing to Mount Hua was unthinkable. He and Wudang had to prove that point.

They would now clearly understand that.

Eventually, a swordsman had to prove himself with a sword.

Wudang was able to become the world’s best sword sect because they were not well-disciplined or famous. It is just because their swords were the strongest in the world.

‘I will break their spirit to the point where they can never dare to cross Wudang’s sword again.’

Heo Gong stared at Mount Hua with cold eyes.

Although he didn’t try to intimidate them, the disciples of Mount Hua felt tremendous pressure and instinctively stepped back.

‘That’s Wudang’s Elder.’

‘He’s incredibly powerful.….’

At least, Five Swords had no difficulty holding out because they had faced the bishop of Magyo and other strong men several times, but other disciples who didn’t, had no choice but to groan under pressure that they had never felt before.

‘Can we really deal with such a person? Us?’

That was the presence of the superiors (Upper rank of the sect) that people mentioned. The absence of which was about to penetrate the hearts of Mount Hua’s disciples.

“I know what you’re thinking, but….”

At that time, Chung Myung stepped forward with a swish.

It was strange.

It was just a single third-class disciple stepping forward, yet the pressure on Mount Hua’s disciples disappeared as if it had been washed away.

“You seem to be stuck in the mountains and don’t know much about the world, so I’ll tell you one thing.”

“….”

“The world doesn’t move according to your desire, you yangban.”
Clunk.

Chung Myung who tapped the Plum Blossom Sword hanging from his waist grinned and turned around. And he looked straight at Hyun Sang and Hyun Young.
Chung Myung smiled as he looked at the faces of the two Elders, who had stiffened.

“What’s with the serious expression? It’s not even a big deal.”

“Chung Myung, you punk….”

“Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

Hyun Sang’s eyes shook.

He might be aware of Chung Myung’s greatness, but he knew the opponent was unfavorable.

However, it was undeniable that Chung Myung was the only one who could face Heo Gong here.

“Really….”

Hyun Sang opened his mouth to say something with a mix of fear and apprehension, but Hyun Young took a step ahead and said,

“Chung Myung-ah”

“Yes.”

“Can you do it?”

Chung Myung let out a chuckle as if waiting for that question.

“It seems like those yangbans have been hit less often these days and thus misunderstood.”

“….”

“I’ll show them that the best sword, let alone between Taoist sects, even in the whole world, is the sword of Mount Hua.”

But Hyun Young shook his head.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“What?”

“Just prove that your sword is the best sword in Mount Hua and come back. That’s enough.”

“….”

Chung Myung, who was absent-minded for a moment at an unexpected remark, scratched his back hair slightly.

“I’m not used to this kind of consideration. Hehe.”

He smiled awkwardly and soon put his hands together to salute the two Elders.

“Chung Myung, the third-class disciples of Mount Hua!”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back!”

Chung Myung turned his body and strode confidently toward the stage.

The hot gazes of Mount Hua’s disciples were directed straight at his back.