Return of Mount Hua Sect

Everyone's eyes were on Chung-Myung.

It was unexpected that Chung-Myung took the lead here.

If you have any knowledge of martial arts...…. Even if you don't know anything about martial arts, you can see that Chung-Myung has the best skills among the three great disciples.

If it is an advantageous fight, it is basic to leave the best defeat until the end when it's over. Especially when it's in the form of a winning streak.

What the hell are you thinking?'

"Do you want to face Jongnam's great student head-on?"'

Those who expected what kind of tricks Chung-Myung would show were embarrassed at this moment because they did not understand Chung-Myung's behavior.

Hyun Jong and Ungum did, Hwang Munnyak did, and Yoon-jong did, too.

"Death, death penalty. Shouldn't we stop him now? I'll take the lead. Then...."

"It's not like I don't know it's for the best."

Yoon-jong distorted his face when one of the three great disciples approached him.

"Who would stop him if he said he would go out himself?"

Everyone's concern is directed behind Chung-Myung's back. But Chung-Myung just stared at Jong-nam without saying a word.

"Did you hear the sound of the slowest index in the world when the sword beat Fanga Ohodo at 15?'

Maybe it was. Although Chung-Myung was not from the same period as Chung-Myung, he was told over and over again.

It was said that Wooden Buddha pierced Nahanjin to the Five Halls at the age.'

He is also a story that resonates throughout the world.

There are no other examples like this.

Masters of the time, who have made a name for themselves since they were young, have at least one anecdote that can be said.

Why? Because we can't talk without an anecdote.

Gangho is not a place to find and praise the strong. In order to prove one's strength, one must demonstrate one's ability through a worthy opponent.

The same is true of Moonpa.

No matter how strong Hawasan is, if he doesn't prove it, no one will appreciates the change. Whether twice as strong or ten times stronger in this rugged mountain, it's just a change in Hwasan.

You have to see the change with your eyes and feel it with your body. And every strong man should know that Hawasan is changing. That's the quickest way to regain the reputation of Hawasan, who has fallen to the ground.

And today.

Chung-Myung intended to create a legend that would spread Hawasan's name.

There are two best ways to make Munpa's name famous.'

One is to make achievements that cannot be ignored.

And the other is to prove Mundo's strength.

First of all? Of course it's good.

The first sword in the world? That's good too.

However, the best way is to have a surprisingly late index.

People look at each other most favorably when they have expectations. Rather than the world's first enemy, the world's first sword, which may be my rival, the world's first index, which is moderately easy to expect, is the easiest to say.

It is not that people are evaluating late indexers by saying that it is Oryong Sambong for no reason. It's a long-standing play law handed down from generation to generation.

The three great disciples of Hawasan defeated the three great disciples of Jongnam?

That would be an interesting case.

Hawasan's three great disciples beat Jongnam's one?

It's a remarkable event.But!

Hawasan's three great disciples alone defeat Jongnam's great disciples?

It's a matter of turning the river upside down.

And it's probably a huge figure that Jong-nam can't wash for generations.

Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.

Why did you touch Hwasan?'

At least touch it when I'm away. Oh, come on. I wasn't there.

"Well, let's take it at interest."

As soon as Chung-Myung was about to lift the wooden sword, Jong-nam's milk bag, which stood across from him, was weakly sharpened.

"That confidence can be called the best in the world, but I'll let you know that confidence without skills is the shortcut to defeat and shame."

"Who."

Chung-Myung didn't really answer and pointed the sword forward.

His usual self may have said a few more words, but he wasn't in the mood now.

Instead, Chung-Myung turned his head and looked at the three great disciples.

"Death penalty."

"……in the rain, in the rain!"

"Remember what I said. Don't miss a thing."

"Huh?"

Maybe it's not common to have a chance to show this kind of performance.

Chung-Myung stared at Yoo Baek and opened his mouth.

"Hwasan's three great disciples, Chung-Myung, ask Jongnam for a dagger."

Yoo-baek, who was about to say another word, recoiled and received it.

"Jongnam's great disciple, Yoo Baek, accepts Hwasan's duty."

And the three great disciples who watched it felt tense enough to tighten their whole body.

'There's something different about him.'

It is not the usual Chung-Myung.

If it was Chung-Myung, he would have provoked the opponent in front of him even when the rain began. However, Chung-Myung could not find his usual playfulness.

There was even a coldness on his back that he had never seen before.

It's like...

It's like a prosecutor going to the battlefield.

Yoon-jong couldn't take his eyes off Chung-Myung as if he was possessed. I could instinctively feel that something enormous was about to happen.

And at that moment.

Chung-Myung's sword moves slowly.

The sword that began to move from the top slowly falls down, and soon returns to its place again slowly.

Yoon-jong looked at the scene without breathing.

Jisoo ceremony.

What Chung-Myung showed now was definitely the jockey of the meat joint sword.

A jockey's ceremony is a greeting and courtesy to inform the opponent that I'm ready. But now Yoon-jong feels himself sucked into the simple jockey.

Perfect sword, perfect speed, and perfect posture.

How can you show so much with just one jockey?

Yoon-Jong noticed.

That formula is not to show the other person. It is to convey to the three great disciples of Hawasan. I'm gonna use a meatball from now on, so watch.

"Don't miss it."

Yoon-jong shouted without realizing it.

"Cheo, don't miss a single move by Chung-Myung! Never! Don't blink and watch!"

There was no return answer. They just nodded shallowly. He seems to be trying to watch Chung-Myung with the energy to answer.

"I'll fix your troublemaker!"

Maybe it's because I don't know how great it is, or maybe I'm under pressure because I know too well. Jong-nam's U-baek ran for Chung-Myung with a strong shout.

Chung-Myung's eyes sink cold.

Mussels.

The inspection that underlies all of Hawasan's swords.

The word meat combination means heaven and earth. This is the first syllable of everything in the world and also means unity.

The essence is just simple basic inspection.Stabbing, slabbing, slabbing, blocking.

It is nothing but a basic inspection.

But in the end, every sword in the world starts there. No swordsmanship can escape stabbing, cutting, smashing and blocking.

The opponent's sword embroider the sky splendidly.

"Hey!"

Hyun Jong, who noticed something strange, opens his eyes wide.

That swordplay, reminiscent of a flower in bloom. Doesn't that sound familiar to you?

Was there a sword like that in Jongnam?

Apart from the appreciation, the sharpness of swordsmanship was certain. Dozens of screenings sweep Chung-Myung with bizarre movements like petals flying in the wind.

But Chung-Myung's eyes, looking at the sword, sank just low and low.

Chung-Myung moves forward only one step, aiming at the top. At the same time, thrust the sword forward.

"Kkkkkkk!

The change that used to cover Ho Gong disappears completely.

Uh, how?'

Chung-Myung's sword, which came in with an accurate aim between change and change, neatly hits Yoo Baek's wrist. Yoo-baek unknowingly stepped back due to the heavy pain in his hand.

But it was an obvious mistake.

Chung-Myung takes one more step and hits the sword.

The angle!

A wood sword containing steam meets a wood sword and makes a dull sound. U-baek somehow lifted the sword to prevent a blow, but the weightlifting on it crushed his body neatly.

"Growl!"

He eventually pushed back Chung-Myung's sword.

However, Chung-Myung still took a step closer with his expressionless face and swung his sword at Yoobaek.

There is no such thing as a fancy weed. It's not a sharp sword, it's not a sword with enormous weightlifting.

A sword that is all about just swinging succinctly.

Hit, hit, stab, push.

I can't resist that childish candlelight. If you think you blocked it, the sword flies again, and if you think you pushed it away, the sword is poking the tip of your chin.

What the hell is this? What the hell!'

He's blocking it. He's blocking it again. However, whenever Chung-Myung blocked his sword, Yoobaek was being pushed back several steps.

"Ha, just once!"

You only need one chance. Then, the sword can be inserted into the gap and the distance can be widened to develop the oral transplant as desired.

If Jong-nam can unfold the newly invented sword technique at his disposal, it is nothing to knock down this arrogant man.

But...

"Argh!"

Chung-Myung's sword strikes his sword before he reaches it all.

Screaming automatically came out in pain of a broken wrist. In the meantime, it was his will and pride not to miss the sword.

"Ha, just once!"

It's just one time. Just one gap! Just once....

But Chung-Myung's sword was just indifferent.

The price was great for not receiving the opponent's sword properly. Just a sword that stretches out honestly. A series of never-hurried. The flow of the series slowly destroys Yubaek.

What the hell is this?'

Before I knew it, Yoo-baek, who realized that he was driven to the end of his arms, looked at Chung-Myung's sword with a soulless face.

Just poke.

Just swing it.

But there's not a single scratch in that one stab, one swing.Perfect. It's a perfect sword.

Whoops!

Eventually, Yoo Baek's sword, which failed to keep up with the change, rises to Ho Gong. Yoo-baek murmured with blank eyes as he looked at Chung-Myung's sword falling into his head after bouncing his sword.

"This is a dream..."

Bite!

Chung-Myung's sword stops right in front of Yoo Baek's head. I didn't hit it myself, but that was enough. U-baek, who couldn't handle the weightlifting and authenticity of the sword, falls back.

"Sa, priest!"

"The death penalty!"

End of non-stage performance.

After that, of course, it is a place where the disciples of Jongnam are gathered. Chung-Myung, who knocked down Yoo Baek, still looks at Jong Nam's disciples.

Jong-nam's disciples, who received that look from the front, took a step back without realizing it, feeling chilling.

Chung-Myung's mouth opened, and a low voice came out.

"Next."

"……."

It was a moment when Jongnam's disciples desperately realized that something was wrong.