Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 638

Heo Gong couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief.

‘I’m not even angry.’

He might have treated his childish behavior with leniency if he were a little younger. However, in Heo Gong’s eyes, Chung Myung was already old enough to take responsibility for his words.

“One’s mouth is the source of all disaster.”

Heo Gong’s sword pointed straight at Chung Myung.

“You must take responsibility for the words you’ve said.”

The words of Wudang Elder carry an appropriate amount of force. However, Chung Myung only seemed to be sullenly accepting the gravity of the situation.

“If it’s my responsibility, I won’t bail out it. I’m a responsible man, you know.”

“… there’s no helping you.”

Heo Gong shakes his head slightly and gathers his composure in silence.

To be honest, he was angry.

It wasn’t his rude words and actions that made him angry. His discipline was not shallow enough to be shaken by such a thing.

It was just the attitude that seemed to belittle him and the sword of Wudang that irritated him.

And those eyes. Those eyes were unbearably annoying.

‘I can’t understand him.’

How many years had he lived?
As he has lived for many years, he has met many people, and naturally competed with countless people. As a result, he could tell how the other person viewed him just by looking at their eyes.

‘That’s definitely the way the strong look at the weak.’

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Groundless confidence?

Of course, it’s possible.

Bluffing because he doesn’t want to be oppressed by the momentum?

Yes. That’s also possible.
He could understand things like that to some extent. It would be difficult to know how high the sky is for a genius who only grew up on Mount Hua Sect.
But those eyes weren’t that kind of eyes.

That was not the eyes that underestimated the opponent based on groundless arrogance. Only those who are convinced that they are always superior to their opponent can have such eyes.

“Hmm.”

Heo Gong coughed softly and slowly opened his mouth.

“I only said I would guide you. I didn’t mean to give you a scolding.”

His eyes sank darker and darker.

“But I guess you need to know how high the sky is.”

“Hoo.”

Chung Myung snickered.

“That’s good to hear.”

“Huh?”

“Quite a few people have told me such words, but no one has succeeded. Thanks to that, I still don’t know how high the sky is.”

“….”

“I’d appreciate it if Elder-nim could let me know that.”

The ease on Heo Gong’s face had long been scattered.

It’s not much of a word, but it felt like that attitude and eyes kept breaking his discipline.

Then Chung Myung smirked again.

“But guidance……. I guess the world has changed a lot. Nowadays, giving guidance is done while emitting killing intent in full force it seems, huh?”

Heo Gong was slightly startled.

‘Did he really sense my killing intent?’

He opened his mouth to explain something, but Chung Myung raised his hand to block his words.

“Oh, that’s enough. I don’t know why we’re so talkative on stage.”

“….”

“In the end, the result is all that matters, right? We’ll see who’s right when we fight.”

Chung Myung’s sword was pointed confidently at Heo Gong. Heo Gong stopped smiling.
‘At least his guts are enough to be called the best in the world.’

That made him even more dangerous.

Being strong doesn’t necessarily mean having a strong influence. A person who only covets martial arts while severing contact with his Sahyungje and concentrating only on his own sword cannot change his sect no matter how strong he becomes.

However, such a person leads the sect regardless of their strength.

The more he spoke and watched, the more determined he became.

A blue sword energy rose from the edge of Heo Gong’s sword.

‘It looks like I’ll have to endure the shame.’

His eyes were full of threat, like a wild beast.

“Be careful, Sodojang. I’m not a merciful person when I use my sword.”

“I’ll return your words to you.”

Heo Gong recited heart cultivation and regained his calm.

A tense atmosphere filled the air as the two swordsmen faced each other. Silence sank. Despite the large crowd gathered in the space, it was quiet enough to hear a needle drop.
It was none other than Heo Gong who broke the silence first.

Pat!

His sword stretched forward.

When those with a difference in generation compete with swords, it is common sense of Kangho to yield three attacks to those from later generations. But now, Heo Gong moved first without waiting for Chung Myung’s attack.

As if there is no difference between generation and position in this sparring match. It was a glimpse of how sincere he was to this sparring match.

The sword energy emitted from the sword’s edge, which was swung short, almost reached Chung Myung in a blink.

‘It’s fast!’

It was so fast that even Baek Cheon, who did not blink once, could not capture it.

However.

Kwang!

A short, sharp sound rang out, and at the same time, the flying sword energy seemed to break and was slammed into the ground.

Kwagagak!

A rough noise ensued. Heo Gong’s sword energy penetrated the solid blue stone and left a deep scar on the ground. Chung Myung calmly swung his sword and struck the flying sword energy to the ground.

It was a simple exchange that wasn’t particularly great.

However, the reactions of those who saw the scene were different.

They exclaimed in awe even though there was no way they could understand what just happened because it was not visible and even those who were not highly skilled felt a thrill in its swiftness.

And those who understood the meaning of this exchange couldn’t even dare to breathe.

“This is….”

Jo-Gol bit his lips.

‘This is the real spar between swordsmen.’

It is definitely different.

He didn’t even know why he felt it was different. It wasn’t a matter of logic but rather a matter of feeling it through his fingertips.

But one thing was certain, those two were now exchanging swords in the incomprehensible realm to Jo-Gol.

‘A little more.’

He wants to see more.

As if to quench his thirst, Heo Gong’s sword once again cut through the space.

Paaaat!

Kwang!

The sound of a sword shooting sword energy and the sound of Chung Myung’s sword clashing almost simultaneously rang out.

Chung Myung looked at Heo Gong with calm eyes, as he struck off all the sword energy that flew like that without showing any signs of difficulty.

“You don’t seem to understand.”

“….”

“If you don’t want to make that pitiful excuse of losing because you couldn’t display your full abilities, you’d better do it properly.”

Emotions seemed to have disappeared from Heo Gong’s face.
Those words didn’t shake him.

What shook him was Chung Myung’s sword which easily repelled the sword energy he had sent flying.

‘What on earth is that?’

It was visible enough to understand. This is a truth that does not require explanation.

Jo-Gol could only grasp it with his senses, but it was clearly visible in Heo Gong’s eyes.

The trajectory drawn by the sword. The distribution of power in handling the sword. The operation of the force that loosely absorbs the shock at the moment of collision between sword and sword energy.
A clean sword strike without any unnecessary movements that sends chills down one’s spine.

What on earth is in that sword?

Having lived his whole life only looking at swords, Heo Gong intuitively realized that there was something in that sword that he could not even understand.

‘How….’

Does this mean that the sword of a child who doesn’t even live half of his life can surpass Heo Gong’s understanding?

His body hair stood on end. A cold chill ran down his spine, which was almost painful.

Is it because he has to admit something that he can’t admit?

“Haaaaap!”

Soon, Heo Gong, who shouted as if to dispel his mixed thoughts, swung his sword. Sharp yet powerful sword energy flew one after another toward Chung Myung.

It overlaps.

Another, and then another followed the first sword energy. Over and over again, the overlapping sword energy struck Chung Myung like a giant wall.

And at that moment, Heo Gong faced an even more incomprehensible sight.

Chung Myung slowly took a step toward the huge wall of sword energy he created.

It was a movement as if no sword energy was flying in front of him.

‘What!’

Heo Gong opened his eyes wide. At this point, he wouldn’t be surprised if the sword energies tore Chung Myung’s body apart at any moment.

Paaaat!

But then, Chung Myung’s sword calmly reached out and struck the wall of sword energy.

Kwagagak!

It was impossible to cut through the overlapped sword energy wall with a single strike. But his sword didn’t stop there.
Gagagak!

One after another, his sword struck the center of the wall of sword energy, mercilessly stabbing and twisting.

Gagagak!

The sword dug deep into the gap that was created.

“Haat!”

The ensuing red sword energy tore apart the sword energy that Heo Gong had created.

Amidst the fragments of the shattered sword energy, Chung Myung walked slowly out. His lowered sword rattled slightly. However, there was no trace of agitation in his sunken eyes.

“….”

Even the world-famous Heo Gong was momentarily speechless.

Of course, he had never thought that this one move would win him the match. He had merely hoped to force Chung Myung to retreat with this move.

But rather than stepping down, that disciple of Mount Hua struck back in the same way and neutralized his sword energy. It was almost as if he was proving that he was not inferior in any way.

It was truly a terrible desire to win.

Heo Gong fixed his gaze on the slowly approaching Chung Myung.

Regardless of his position, there was no way he could withhold his pure admiration. But then Chung Myung’s mouth twisted strangely.

“…Three moves.”

‘Hm?’

Heo Gong looked at Chung Myung with a puzzled expression.
Chung Myung lifted the corners of his mouth and smiled until his white teeth were exposed. It was almost as if a sinister aura was emanating from him.

“I’ve yielded the first three moves with this.”

“….”

Heo Gong, puzzled because he didn’t understand the word, had his body twitched as if lightning struck him.
His face turned red instantly, and his whole body trembled angrily.

‘Three moves? No way.….’

The common sense of Kangho.

When performing a sparring match, the higher generation yields three first attacks to the lower generation.

It’s not a rule that must be followed, but it’s basic to show consideration so that the opponent does not feel too overwhelmed when there is a significant difference in skill.

Such a three-move concession…

‘Is that guy giving that to me?’

“This….”

Heo Gong’s expression crumbled desperately.

This was a great humiliation that he had never experienced in his life.

“This damn guy…”

A brat who’s young enough to be his grandson is showing him consideration by conceding three seconds.

His mind went blank.

The honor of the sect and his duties, everything became blurry and only the existence of Chung Myung expanded within him.

Overwhelming anger that made his eyes dizzy began to burn his whole body.

Chung Myung’s voice penetrated his ear as he lost his reason with anger.

“I have given you enough consideration with this much…”

Chung Myung, who had a slight pause in his word, spoke clearly.

“Don’t blame my sword for being merciless.”

“Thi-this…”

Eventually Heo Gong’s reason crumbled. In front of so many people watching, he was humiliated like never before in his life.

“Bastaaaaaard!”

Heo Gong who screamed like a beast, rushed in and exuded tremendous killing intent as if he was about to cut all of his opponent’s flesh.

Then a devil-like smile bloomed around Chung Myung’s mouth as he welcomed the charge.