Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Gulp... Gulp... Gulp……."

"Long-lived, long-lived, wake up! Gentleman, is the House far from it?"

"No way, Senator! Get out of my way!"

Hyun Sang pushed Hyun Young and put his hand on Hyun Jong's back. And quickly start to push in the energy.

"No, I'm so happy that I can't help but shake my blood.'

I've heard that I'm surprised and I've never heard that it's because I like it. But that bizarre thing was happening in front of Hyun Sang's eyes now.

Hyun Jong breathes deeply as he pushes in energy to rule the interior.

"Gee, it's calmed down."

"……are you all right? A long writer?"

"Are you all right?"

Hyun Jong looks back at Hyun Sang. I swear to God, Hyun Sang has never seen a long writer blinking his eyes like that.

"Are you asking me if I'm okay?"

"……I made a slip of the tongue, death penalty."

"What the hell is this...…. Oh, my God. Huh...…."

Hyun Jong breathes one after another. I don't think it's calming down.

Why not?

Hyun Sang understood Hyun Jong. I can fully understand it. He's shaking his hands right now, so would Hyun Jong, a long-time writer, be thrilled?

"Woon-gum!"

"Yes, a man of letters."

"Yes, did you teach the children that way?"

The crybaby smiled a little.

"If I could answer yes, I'd put a little weight on my shoulders, but unfortunately not. That is the result of the training conducted by the three great disciples themselves."

"Self?"

Hyun Jong looks back on his fortune with incredible eyes.

"Give me a little more detail, priest."

Unam hastens Ungum with an excited voice. He was always calm, but he couldn't hide his excitement at this moment.

"Maybe Chung-Myung...…."

"Chung-Myung?"

Now it's not surprising.

Every time something happens, the name comes up. Even now, I actually thought the name would come out.

"What the hell is he doing?"

"Aren't you the one who gave you permission to enter the mountain? Are you sure you have no idea?"

"What do I know? I thought it was meant to be, so I took it all."

That connection is creating a nonsense.

Ever since Hawasan was angry by the Magyos, or even after his predecessors were wiped out at 100,000 mountains before that, Hawasan has never beaten the end of the South.

In fact, the expression of not winning is only used in Hasan, but objectively, it is true that it was not even able to compete. Isn't that why I couldn't say anything when I was provoking her?

By the way, the three great disciples of Hawasan defeated the three great disciples of Jongnam. It's not even just a win, it's a clean sweep.

'Oh, my ancestors.'

Hyun Jong's eyes turn red.

I can't believe this day has come.

I firmly believed that this day would come someday, but I thought it would be impossible for me. However, when I saw the scene that I had vaguely painted in my dream, I thought there was nothing more to ask for.

"I'm done, sir! Those kids did it."

"Well, I see. Yeah, I'm so proud of you. Yes."

I can't speak well. I just repeated "yes" over and over again.

'Now that I'm dead, I have the face to see my predecessors...….'

What?

But why is he coming out again?

Hyun Jong closed his eyes a couple of times and opened his eyes. But the sight in front of me hasn't changed. Chung-Myung, wearing a waistband and a wooden sword, trudges out unarmed.Then, he turns his head to Hyun Jong's side.

"I think he's looking this way."

"What else is he gonna do?"

Now expectations are greater than concerns. Hyun Jong clenched his fist and looked at Chung-Myung.

At that moment, Chung-Myung curled up the corners of his mouth wickedly.

"……."

That's not the face of a master.

What the hell is he gonna do again?

At this moment, Hyun Jong wanted to turn a blind eye to the anger of the Taesang-no army.

"Ee...Eeh! You pathetic bastards!"

SAMA SEUNG was beside herself with anger. The bite of the lower lip is torn and blood flows down.

10 consecutive losses.

There is no more disastrous defeat. Ten straight wins first, but it's already gone in my head. The loss to that Hawasan, and the overwhelming defeat, was paralyzing his head.

Even if Hawasan is no match, no one will be able to laugh if he loses ten games in a row after ten wins in a row. I didn't lose, but I feel like I lost.

"You're going to open your eyes and go back to Jongnam after all this? You pathetic bastards! You're losing to Hawasan? That's terrible, too!"

Sama Seung throws up anger as if she is about to spit fire out of her mouth.

"These idiots are bringing Jong-nam to the ground! You lose to Hawasan in front of all these people? To Hwasan? Yikes, you moron!"

The three great disciples could not even make eye contact with Sama Seung, and all of them, who had won, bowed their heads with uncomfortable faces.

Jin Geum Ryong looked back at his three great disciples with a deadly look as if he could defeat anyone while Sama Seung was barely able to overcome his anger.

It is done.

The perfect victory he wanted was already stuck in the manure. Even the 'victory' has collapsed.

A draw

A draw with Hwasan. It's something I never dreamed of. But isn't it in front of him now?

"Blessed..."

Even though I know that Sama Seung is in front of me, swear words flow out automatically. Jin Geum Ryong, who was turning his eyes to Hwasan's disciples with bloodshot eyes, found something and opened his eyes.

"He!"

Samsung also turned its head at Jin Geum Ryong's words. In his eyes, Chung-Myung walks out unarmed.

He's the one.

He's not gonna be cool to tear him.

Come to think of it, he was the one who started the whole thing.

"Why is he coming out again?"

Everyone looks back at Chung-Myung in the work of Samsung Seung.

"Oh, my God. I can't believe this is happening.…."

"Hwasan must have sharpened his sword. I really didn't expect this."

"Ten straight victories means that Jongnam's three great disciples have never won against the three great disciples of Hawasan."

And there was one thing that nobody said, but everyone knew.

The three great disciples of Hawasan showed a greater gap than those of Jongnam's great disciples.

Furthermore, it is more disturbing to see what Jongnam's disciples have said and done while dealing with Hwasan's disciples. At that time, I thought of the winner's composure, but when the three great disciples of Hwasan won neatly without any provocation or ridicule, I felt ugly again.

"Didn't you win in terms of skill and attitude?"

"I can't help but say the prestigious word "Hwasan." The wool was admiring."It's going up.

It's going up.

Hawasan's position is rising like mad. At this rate, the momentum may go up in the sky.

Meanwhile, Hwang Dae-in tried to forcefully press the joyful scream from the heart.

As of this obligation, the assessment of Hasan will be completely different. It was clear that some of them had already knocked on the abacus how much to invest in Hawaii.

But it won't be easy to calculate. This series of events would be completely unexpected for them.

The more I think about it, the more I realize how great it was to meet Chung-Myung in advance and invest in Hawaii before this happened.

"Then it's...."

It was that moment.

"Excuse me, hold on."

Someone shouts at Hwang Dae-in on the non-stage.

"Huh?"

Hwang Munnyak turned his head and looked at the rain stage. Chung-Myung was smiling this way.

"Isn't that the boy from before?"

"You definitely said Chung-Myung. Winning by spearheading."

Huang Munnyak met Chung-Myung's eyes while listening to the surrounding murmur.

If you pretend, you're dressed up, Hwang Dae-in replied with a raised voice.

"What's up, little seal?"

Chung-Myung smiles and continues to talk.

"I'm asking you because you saw it in the middle, so I think you can make the right decision."

"Something?"

"Who won?"

"Huh?"

Who won?

It's him...

Huang Munnyak has taken on a brave face.

'Saintiff has no intention of ending this with a draw.'

I don't know what logic you're going to come up with, but then you have to respond. Huang Munnyak turned his head back and asked, looking at everyone.

"What do you think? Come to think of it, we have to decide the winner or loser."

The islanders gathered at the meeting were lost in thought and began to open their mouths one by one.

"The draw makes the most sense, but if we have to share the game, wouldn't it be Jong-nam who won by older students?""

"Well, that's nonsense. What is the meaning of the Hwajong Branch? Isn't it about seeing the future of Moonpa? There is no reason for both the two great and the three great disciples to perform their duty if they are just to compare their abilities. If you look at the future and growth, it is the victory of Hawasan, who was dominated by the younger three disciples."

"Huh, what do you mean? A possibility is not just a possibility. Wouldn't those three great disciples not be able to cross the line between England and Jongnam?"

"Then, you have to look at the situation of Jongnam's three great disciples. Aren't those children obviously younger than the three great disciples of Hawasan? There's a big difference in that age group just by just one or two years."

"Then the great disciple of Hawasan is younger than Jongnam's great disciple."

"No, this guy!"

There is no conclusion.

Each has its own reasons. If you look at it, you can say that Hawasan won, and if you look at it, Jongnam won.

Hwang Munnyak, who was still listening, shouted on behalf of the buzzing crowd.

"Saintiff, it's very difficult to come to that conclusion."

"Right?"

Chung-Myung popped his finger.

"But if it ends like this, the people watching will feel uncomfortable. Besides, Jongnam who is going to die is also feeling gloomy, and we won't feel so refreshed. So I think it's better to decide the winner."

"……what do you mean?"

"Simple."

Chung-Myung pointed to Jongnam.

"There are only ten winners there.""……."

Jongnam's disciples listen to Chung-Myung.

"And ten people who have won in Wasan."

"Woo, why us?"

Yoon-jong stutters in bewilderment.

Chung-Myung looked at both sides alternately and spoke nonchalantly.

"The loser will be excluded and the winner will have to compete again. Then wouldn't it be neat for everyone to see?"

"Is that crazy?'

What are you up to? They're all high school students, and we're all high school students!'

'No, there's no way he's fighting a losing battle. There must be other conditions!'

Chung-Myung did not disappoint that expectation and attached the conditions.

"Instead!"

Of course.

Just as the three great disciples were about to be relieved, a bolt from the blue fell on their ears.

"One by one, let's get rid of the lame bimoo that determines the winner! If you want to get in, you have to get in. Let's go to a winning streak until the last one is left. The winner will continue to bimoo with the next person. The one standing at the end wins. What do you think?"

Chung-Myung looks at Jongnam with a unique smile.

"If you're scared, you're dead."

It was an inevitable provocation.