Return of Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 642
Paaat!
After using the power of the clash between swords to lift himself up, Chung Myung landed on the ground.
He lowered his posture lightly, straightened his back and looked at Heo Gong.
Blood trickled down from the edge of the sword.
Heo Gong had paid a hefty price for receiving the plum blossom sword energy with his whole body. His whole body seemed completely covered with large and small wounds.
“Ughh….”
He staggered once and barely managed to support his body by stepping on the ground.
“Right, that’s how it should be.”
Chung Myung nodded his head low and muttered.
Wudang’s Elder?
He never cared in the first place.
‘How long do you think it’s been?’
How many years has he been reborn? How much has he been through in this world?
He felt sorry for him, but he didn’t have time to be held back in a place like this anymore. The one he had to catch up to was not his past self anymore.
‘Heavenly Demon.’
He had to easily surpass even his past self to face that monster.
He is forcing Mount Hua’s disciples to go through unreasonable training. But the one he is forcing the most unreasonable thing on is none other than himself.
The training that pushes the body and mind to the limit is repeated endlessly. Since recognizing the existence of the Heavenly Demon, he has been pushing himself to the extreme and digesting harsh training that is incomparable to the past.
To regain his past self.
And so, to ultimately surpass his past self.
Chung Myung is the only one who can understand the existence of the Heavenly Demon.
How could other people know?
Can they understand the fear that comes from the fact that he is the only one who can deal with Heavenly Demon that will come out once again?
No, he doesn’t want them to understand in the first place.
It was solely Chung Myung’s burden to bear.
Chung Myung did not have high expectations for others enough to expect that from them.
But at least…….
“Come out of your greenhouse.”
“…….”
“If you can’t do that, the reality you’ll have to face will be even more terrible than this.”
Heo Gong breathed heavily.
Heo Gong couldn’t understand why Chung Myung kept talking about things he couldn’t understand. However, there’s only one thing he can understand now.
‘He’s strong.’
Heo Gong’s sword doesn’t reach Chung Myung.
It was so obvious that he couldn’t even deny it. Despair unfolded before him as if he could grasp it in his hand.
‘I am defeated?’
Wudang’s Elder, to the third-class disciples of Mount Hua?
“It can’t be.”
His heart began to race as blood began to pour more and more from his opened wound. But he took another step toward Chung Myung without thinking about caring for his wound and stopping the bleeding.
“I’m… I’m Heo Gong of Wudang!”
“I know, there’s no need for conversation anymore.”
“I didn’t lose! I will never lose!”
Kwaaa!
Heo Gong’s sword drew a large circle.
Chung Myung knew all too well what that circle meant.
‘Wisdom Sword!’
The greatest sword technique of Wudang Sect. The invincible sword contains the principles of the universe and the world. It was also Wudang’s martial art that was boasted to the world.
Even if it’s the same swordsmanship, the intensity can differ depending on who wields it.
Taeguk Wisdom Sword (태극혜검 (太極慧劍)), which was unfolded by Mu Gak a while ago, and the Taeguk Wisdom Sword, which Heo Gong drew now, were so different that they were couldn’t be considered the same sword technique. Simply drawing a light circle changed the air on the sparring stage and an enormous pressure began to crush everything around.
Uuuung!
The broken stones on the ground could not withstand its power and flew up into the air.
The sight of a sword art that contains the logic of nature rejecting the providence of nature itself. It was indeed an irony.
It was both Orders of Nature (순리(順理)) and Reversal of Nature (역리(逆理)). It was the yin and yang of Taeguk.
Black swords energy burning like fire and white sword energy flowing like water poured in simultaneously.
Two properties are captured in one sword.
It was impossible to even try without reaching a level of Dual Intention (양의(兩意)). Therefore, it is the best sword of Wudang and the best sword of Kangho competing for the position of the world’s best sword sect.
The black and white sword energy surged towards each other. Two different properties merged into one. The luminance of the sword energy naturally began to depict the shape of the Taeguk.
Uuuung!
The resulting pressure sucks in all the surrounding energy and releases it simultaneously.
“Ba- Back off!”
“Fall back! Hurry!”
Baek Cheon freaked out and shouted. Even he, who didn’t want to take his eyes off this battle even for a moment, was frightened and shouted warnings to move away from this dangerous sword.
He drew his sword and began to use his energy to relieve the pressure pushing against him.
‘Damn it.’
The power of a prestigious sect was so great that just hearing the phrase made one’s spine tingle.
If you think it’s the end, there’s always something next; if you think you’ve overcome it, it’s just the beginning again.
‘We’ve come this far, and there’s still this much power left?’
It was a phenomenal level of power.
But Baek Cheon knows better. What’s truly amazing is not Heo Gong who comes to the end and pulls out his power again, but Chung Myung that makes Wudang’s Elder Heo Gong reveal everything to his bottom.
Chung Myung’s hair soared to Heo Gong. His clothes fluttered like crazy, and the area around him seemed to turn upside down like the world was overturned. However, Chung Myung stood firmly and did not even move as if he were a rock. He’s just staring at the sword that’s pressuring him.
Baek Cheon’s hand holding the sword tightened.
Even here, one could feel this much pressure. It was unimaginable how much pressure Chung Myung, standing directly in front of him, felt.
However.
‘There’s no way he’ll lose!’
That monstrous bastard can’t be defeated with just this much.
Chung Myung slowly lifted his sword to respond to Baek Cheon’s expectations.
The black and white sword energy mixed together, and the power that had been processed inside pressed down on Chung Myung as if to tear him apart. Chung Myung slightly distorted his eyes.
‘That stupid guy…….’
This is not Wisdom Sword.
No matter how strong one’s aura might be, a sword swung in a fit of rage while losing their reason and recklessly displaying their power can’t even compare to a properly executed basic sword technique.
Swordsmen must not forget to be cool-headed until the end. The moment you forget that fact, victory is a long way off.
Chung Myung’s sword moved with a resolute will. Sharp, red sword energy burst forth.
It was not much different from the sword he had shown so far. Compared to Heo Gong’s willingness to even unfold Wisdom Sword, Chung Myung’s repeated actions seemed complacent.
But this was enough for Chung Myung.
‘Once you climb the mountain, there is a higher mountain?’
That’s ridiculous.
If you want to stop your opponent, you don’t build another wall behind the fortress, but an impregnable wall that cannot be crossed.
This sword was a flower and a mountain, a forest and a fortress.
Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Technique (이십사수매화검법(二十四手梅花劍法)). Plum Flower Shade Creating River (매영조하(梅影造河)).
Hundreds and thousands of plum blossoms formed a river.
It was like the plum blossoms blooming on a cliff slowly falling and filling the river below.
The flowers began to flow not too quickly.
Chung Myung’s sword differed from Heo Gong’s, which had moved impatiently and recklessly and even lost its haughtiness in the end. Chung Myung’s sword, on the other hand, retained the same haughtiness that Wudang’s disciples had first shown.
Kwaaang!
Two dragons of black and white went crazy in the river of flower petals. It was a violent storm of energy that could have destroyed the river of flowers.
However.
No amount of strong force can push the incoming river away. Even if you push and strike, the water flows again, eventually filling the empty space.
Kwaaaa!
Under the raging energy, the petals of the plum blossoms seeped in. They flowed back without resisting the pushing force, endlessly soft.
‘This, this is….’
Heo Gong opened his eyes wide in amazement.
‘It can’t be…’
It was a beautiful sight.
Flower petals flowing down the river brushed lightly past the two dragons as they raged and charged towards him. A phrase he had heard before suddenly came to Heo Gong’s mind as he watched the scene.
– I don’t know what you’re trying to seek. However, if you only pursue strength without will, someday you might even lose your own sword.
‘Ma- Master….’
It is not Heo Do-jin. This is the word that his late teacher left behind.
Why did that forgotten phrase come to mind at this moment?
His sword with enormous energy flowed along the path led by plum blossom petals.
‘Master… I…….’
Then, the river of plum blossoms, which swept through Heo Gong’s sword energy, finally embraced his whole body gently.
Hweeiiiiik!
The beginning is the river, but the end is the wind.
The petal spun gently around Heo Gong’s body and rose into the sky again.
Heo Gong looked up at the sky blankly.
The blooming petals scattered in all directions and gradually became more and more blurry.
As if there had been nothing from the beginning.
“…….”
Heo Gong slowly lowered his head.
Everything had already disappeared completely.
He created no Taegeuk Wisdom Sword, nor the red plum sword energy Chung Myung unleashes.
He could only see Chung Myung staring at his side with his sword hanging down.
“…….”
Heo Gong looked at Chung Myung with his lips tightly sealed.
Looking at Chung Myung so silently for a long time, he asked in a clear voice.
“May I ask you a question?”
“As much as you want.”
His voice was calm as he asked the question.
“Why did I lose?”
Chung Myung looked at him quietly and answered.
“Because you forgot.”
“…….”
“Whether it’s a sword or a person…….”
After a short pause, Chung Myung slowly resumed.
“There are things you must never forget. The moment you forget the heart you had when you first picked up your sword, you’ve already lost.”
“…….”
His gaze turned towards Mount Hua camp. To be exact, to Un Gum, who has not yet regained consciousness.
“Your sword wasn’t able to convey anything to even the disciples of your own sect. But my Instructor’s sword surpassed the boundary between sects and gave them guidance.”
“…….”
“It’s not that I won.”
Chung Myung declared briefly.
“It’s that you, who couldn’t feel anything even after looking at that sword, were already dead as a swordsman.”
Heo Gong’s eyes turned to Un Gum.
“So….. sharpness of a sword isn’t everything.”
“You understand very well.”
Heo Gong nodded softly as if he had understood.
Seureung.
Then he slowly pushed his sword into the scabbard.
His hands were shaking as he held them in the center.
“I…… learned well.”
Tak!
Likewise, Chung Myung, who pushed the Dark Fragrance Plum Blossom Sword into the scabbard, lightly answered the salute.
“I learned well.”
The two bowed their heads for a while. After a while, when Chung Myung lifted his head again, Heo Gong’s body had already collapsed like a withered old tree.
Thud.
The sound of a completely lifeless body falling echoed clearly in every direction.
“…….”
The world was dyed in silence.
Mount Hua’s third-class disciples defeated Wudang’s Elder.
In the face of this ridiculous result, Wudang and the audience and even Mount Hua’s disciples were speechless.
Amidst the eerie silence, Chung Myung spoke to Heo Sanja.
“This sparring match is……….”
“…….”
“Mount Hua’s victory.”
And he smiled lightly.
“Thanks to you, I learned a lot.”
Heo Sanja’s teeth, which were clenched tightly, finally broke.