Return of Mount Hua Sect

"Elder, will you win the death penalty?"

Asked carefully to himself, Sama Sung bit his lips tightly. Biting lips tear and a stream of blood flows out.

"Will you win?"

It is a complacent question.

"We have to win by all means."

If we don't break that monster's wings here today, that monster will one day creep up into the sky.

Once a monster has risen to the sky, it cannot be caught by any means.

From that moment on, the monster will not stay in the monster, but become a dragon.

Maybe this is the last chance.

Worst case scenario, but Sama Seung hasn't given up hope.

'Jin Geum Ryong would be possible.'

Jin Geum Ryong, although he is a great student, is a different person from others. Jin Geum Ryong's skills are comparable to Jongnam's great disciples.

Jin Geum Ryong is the one who has nothing strange about being the best in the world if you follow a little luck.

In other words?

If Jin Geum Ryong can't stop it, it means that at that age, no one in the world can stop Chung-Myung. In other words, if Chung-Myung beats Jin Geum Ryong here now, Chung-Myung will naturally take over the position of the next generation's top man.

That alone is unacceptable.

'I should have stopped breathing sooner.'

It wasn't a matter of saving face. He should have been completely exterminated, even if he was criticized by the strong team. This is the result of that tough breath.

"Blessed Hawaiian bastards!

There was blood in Sama Seung's eyes.

There will never be a history of disgrace here today.

Never!

At that moment, Jin Geum Ryong's sword began to bloom like a fantasy. Sama Sung clenched her fist as she watched a Sulwhasip transplant unfolding close to perfection.

"Your sword will take your breath away!'

Chung-Myung still looked at the sword flying towards him.

"Similar."

It's a hell of a copy of one thing.

That flamboyant.

Beauty like a flower, a flower, breathing alive. And a sharp, deadly blow hidden in its beauty.

Literally twenty-four plum blossoms.

It's different from Isong Baek's oral transplant the other day. If Isong Baek's sword was merely an imitation of plum blossoms, Jin Geum Ryong's oral transplant showed sophistication that even Chung-Myung admired.

No one would be left to be mesmerized by such a fantastic sword.

but

Now it was Chung-Myung in front of Jin Geum Ryong.

Chung-Myung avoids flying swords.

Let's start.

Jin Geum Ryong's sword cuts off the hem of his clothes.

Let's start.

The tip of the hair is cut off and flutters into Ho Gong.

Let's start.

Soon, Jin Geum Ryong's sword lightly brushed Chung-Myung's face. A red line occurs and a drop of blood flows down the face.

Chung-Myung, who stepped back easily, lifted his finger and wiped the flowing blood with his tongue. It's fishy.

"You can't beat me by running away."

At Jin Geum Ryong's provocation, Chung-Myung just stared at him silently.

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes are somewhat relaxed."Once upon a time, you were known to the world for your flower-like sword, weren't you?"

"……."

"But that's only in the past. Now even your symbols will be buried in Jongnam's new sword. The world will remember Jongnam's Sulwhaden transplant and forget the sword of Hwasan."

Chung-Myung listened to it silently without answering.

"The reason why Jongnam's predecessor invented this sword was to let people know that Jongnam's sword was superior to Hwasan's. I honestly don't think it's that meaningful. What is the point of proving superiority to the ruined literary faction? However!"

Jin Geum Ryong spoke in a chilling voice.

"It must be meaningful to be this sword to take the last breath of Hawasan. Come, I will cut off your last lingering moments."

Arrogant, but above all, it was a scathing one.

However, Chung-Myung's reaction to all of this was completely different from Jin Geum Ryong's expectations.

"Gasp."

"……?"

Chung-Myung covered his mouth. Then soon he began to laugh convulsively.

"……what are you doing?"

Chung-Myung, who was giggling and holding back his laughter, shakes his hand with his head down after a while.

"No, no. I can't stand it anymore no matter how hard I try."

Chung-Myung smiles, exposing his white teeth. Then lift the sword and aim Jin Geum Ryong correctly.

"I enjoyed it, um...…, you know, like a clown."

"Cheekbones?"

"Yes, I enjoyed your clumsy impersonation. That's enough to perform anywhere."

Jin Geum Ryong's face was distorted. With wrinkles all over his forehead, he grated his teeth.

"How dare you compare my sword to clowning?"

"Oh, I hope you don't misunderstand. I didn't really ignore you. What I ignored was, um...… the sword, or the Jong-nam who invented it?"

Jin Geum Ryong glared at Chung-Myung with a terrible face. Nevertheless, Chung-Myung spoke nonchalantly.

"You don't have to stare at me like that. I'm going to give you a present. I'll fill the sword with something empty."

"……you had better not think about going back to your normal condition."

"I don't think that's what the person who's been using salcho has to say."

Jin Geum Ryong is flabbergasted.

The Sulwhaden transplant is absolutely splendid. So even the opponent can't tell the difference between the thread and the falsehood hidden in the sword. So you couldn't tell Salcho from Hercho?

Jin Geum Ryong gave strength to the hand holding the sword.

It's probably good. Chung-Myung can't live back from this weapon anyway. And Hawasan wouldn't dare ask Jin Geum Ryong for the price. In order to do that, you'll have to deal with the entire Jongnam.

After all, it is power that rules the strong lake.

The weak may complain of injustice, but they cannot punish the strong. It's an absolute law that hasn't changed since the strong lake was born.

"You..."

But Chung-Myung brutally cuts Jin Geum Ryong's words off.

"I have a question."

It was a toned tone unlike Chung-Myung.

"What the hell is in that sword?"

"……What do you mean."

"No, that's enough."

Chung-Myung shook his head.

I mean, it doesn't mean anything.Chung-Myung smiled and opened his mouth, pressing down on his true intention to rise slightly. In a loud voice as if everyone should listen.

"I did a good job of copying, but that's not enough. Because Hawasan's sword is faster, sharper and more colorful."

I'm sure everyone heard this now.

That's enough.

With this...

Jong-nam can't escape the curse.

"You've got a big mouth."

"Let me know if there's a way to kill my mouth. And I think you've been talking more."

"This..."

Jin Geum Ryong moved the sword as if it was no use mixing words anymore. It's not a word, it's a sword.

One.

Another one.

His sword travels through the world with no greater splendor and speed. The quaint emitted from the sword begins to create a pattern of flowers that are crystal clear.

One.

And another one.

Before long, the flowers created by Jin Geum Ryong began to cover the unarmed area.

As beautiful as it can be, but as dangerous.

"You will die on this sword!'

Lunar New Year's Day transplant.

Even Jin Geum Ryong was a perfect herbivore.

A flower that has turned the world white begins to wrap around Chung-Myung as if it will tear his body apart at any moment.

"Cheer, Chung-Myung!"

Screaming is coming from all over the place.

Hwasan's disciples, who had been staring at the unarmed man so far, jumped up from their seats in unison.

It's something they know.

How dangerous that sword is. And how amazing it is.

You don't have to feel up to speed. Just looking at it with my eyes gives me goosebumps and my heart beats.

Chung-Myung, who has never made them nervous, seems unable to survive in that ridiculous change of sword.

Yoon-jong unknowingly put his hands together in front of his chest.

'Oh, my God!'

Jin Geum Ryong's black was sharp and fierce enough to worry about that monstrous Chung-Myung. It seemed that no one in the world would dare survive the storm of that myth.

Even this student and Baek Cheon screamed and looked at Chung-Myung.

But only one.

Yoo-Esul only bites his lips and looks at the scene without much agitation. However, a ray of question crosses her eyes.

'That's...…?'

A sight I've seen somewhere. It's a sight you might say you're used to. I've seen it in the past and I've seen it. But...

'Different.'

Something's different.

That sword is not so different as she knows it. However, the same spirit as Chung-Myung's sword does not inspire him to be sucked in.

What's the difference?

Her eyes turned to Chung-Myung.

That's the kid who's gonna tell you what's the difference.

With that sword.

Chung-Myung gave a subtle look as he looked at the waves of flowers flying toward him.

'This is a different experience.'

It's a little different from when I was on the death row. You don't often feel like you're really living on the death penalty.

"This must be how the Magicians felt when they were dealing with the Twenty-four Plum Blossoms.'

It's a little bit different though.

But Chung-Myung felt no threat, no pressure, from the sword now flying over him.

Why?

'Cause it's just a shell.'

It is precisely a failed prosecution.

Starting with black liquor, it reaches the law, and reaches the school of art. And the sword that goes further from there finally completes the Tao.But this sword doesn't contain anything.

There is alcohol and law in this husky sword, but there is no example. This can never get to the point.

This black in front of my eyes is just a copy of the shell of Hawasan's swordmanship. A shell that doesn't have any substance.

And this started with a long, long misunderstanding.

"The Plum Blossom is a blooming sword?'

That is wrong in two ways.

First of all.

Chung-Myung's sword begins to move slowly.

Hwasan's disciples recognized that Chung-Myung's sword was the jockey of the sword.

"The Sword of the Seven Sword?

They all know that the sword is the great sword that Hwasan has recovered.

However, the sword seemed too weak to deal with the unknown sword of Jongnam.

Then Chung-Myung muttered softly as if he was talking to himself.

"It's not just plum blossoms."

Flowers do not only bloom in dense forests.

Flowers bloom even in a plum blossom standing alone on a sheer cliff.

It doesn't matter if it's the plum or the sword, or if it's the disciple of Hwasan, it doesn't matter.

It's just...

It was not long before a sodam flower bloomed at the tip of Chung-Myung's sword.

A red flower blooms in the white swords of a folktale transplant that seems to color the world white.

It looked like a snow-capped snow-capped mountain in the long winter.

Snow plum blossoms bloom alone in winter when all flowers are dark, but how to give off a darker scent than any other flower.

A plum blossom bloomed by Chung-Myung gradually grew and soon covered the entire Demilitarized Zone in the shape of red plum blossoms, like snow-covered Hawasan's peak.

Everyone watching was mesmerized.

It was too beautiful to be a sword, too majestic to be a man-made sight.

It's an illusion.'

Time stops.

And only the plum blossoms that bloomed in the stopped time were shedding a scent so thick that they could close their eyes.