Return of Mount Hua Sect

Hyungpyo, the enemy soldier, looked at his disciples with incomprehensible eyes.

Who the hell are these guys?'

The Red Squad is a group of people who have thick bones in battle.

As with most Safaines, they have had countless battles since childhood. Sometimes to survive, sometimes to take away others, sometimes to carry out orders. We fought and fought countless times.

He proved himself to be in the enemy's ranks in the long battle.

Compared to them, the people in front of them now are just young people who have never killed a person properly.

Obviously, when they met for the first time, they seemed nervous as if they were young.

But…….

"Hahaha! Where are you going?"

"Is that what you're doing?"

Hyungpyo's eyes trembled.

Are you sure you're little b*tc*es from political factions who haven't been through much of this?'

It hasn't been long since the battle began, but I couldn't find anything like a frozen figure due to tension.

The way he swung the sword with his glossy eyes seemed more like a nachal.

I can't believe it.'

It was common for youngsters who faced them for the first time to be scared of the shooting that came after the vital point and the death of their flesh to fail to show their skills.

Are there a couple of people Hyungpyo killed like that?

This is not just a matter of political and religious factions. The youngsters who are invited to join the team will eventually experience similar things.

But the Wasans who are running around in front of him are definitely different from the little ones he's ever met.

Whoops!

The sword flew in.

The province struggled to block the sword.

"Is he stopping you?"

"How dare the Sapa pups not be so beautiful!"

"Don't you dare!"

Look at me...

At this point, it was almost confusing who was the Sapa and who was the political faction.

Wasan wasn't a doorman?'

So they're masters?

I thought you were mistaken. I think it's closer to this side than that side.

However, Hyung-pyo's idea did not last long.

"Breathe!"

Chae-ae-aeng!

The sword, which flew quickly, poked into his shoulder.

In a hurry, he swung the sword out of the way, but the sword was not pushed out, but it was like a venomous snake and dug back into his side.

"LOL!"

Hyung-pyo was able to avoid the sword after almost rolling the floor.

However, even though I had lost face and opened up the tent, I couldn't stop my side from getting a long scar.

It's pouring.

Blood trickled down my side.

Looking at the long split sides, Hyung-pyo's spine cooled.

Oh, my god!

The speed at which the sword flew was terrifying. It was hard to understand how these little ones wielded their swords so sharply.

an unbecoming attitude

And a sword that's not even more childish.

Hyungpyo's eyes looking around are now starting to tremble terribly.

the enemy's squad

One of the main forces of the international community, the Red Squad, has not been able to exert its efforts properly and has been pushed so far that it is noticeable.

"Rain, d*mn it! To this great student!"

Hyeong-pyo shouted, blood in his eyes in anger.

Baek Cheon, on the other hand, took a short deep breath to relax his shoulders.

'It's getting tough.'

The real game is the real game. There was no way not to be nervous as the pottery-carrying blades were just around the corner.

The important thing is not not to be nervous. He is trying to pull out his best skills even in that tension.Isn't that what Chung-Myung emphasized the most?

Back Cheon, who had calmed himself down again, looked at the enemy soldier who was raising his hand in front of him.

From the time the arena ended to now, there was a topic that stuck in Baek Cheon's head.

'How strong am I?'

He knew what position he was in among the reviewers. He gained confidence by defeating Jin Geum Ryong and watching Chung-Myung. And in the performance of the other death penalty, we see the possibility of the future.

That is why it should be more clear.

Where I'm standing right now.

Baek Cheon shone his eyes.

Hwasan's white porcelain ship should be the main force of Hwasan from now on and across the world. So it was meaningless to be strong among the review indices.

At least...

"You have to beat him without any difficulty to be proud of how good he is."

Baek Cheon took the lead, reciting coldly.

The sword, which is full of weight, pressed down on the flying road with a stronger force.

Whoosh!

Baek Cheon clearly caught the eye of the opponent's face as soon as the sword and help touched him.

It's not difficult.'

A stronger force was added to the leg.

Because your opponent is weak?

You're welcome.

The opponent is definitely strong.

It's just that Baek Cheon is stronger.

Hwasan's disciples have silently endured the terrible training that would have broken out dozens of times if it had been a different clique. And now a vision of 'confidence' has begun to stand on that solid foundation.

Confidence is what results from performance.

With a firm belief in himself, there is no reason for Baek Cheon to be weak as long as performance is added.

Boom!

Baek Cheon steps forward again and pushes the opponent away.

Basic swordsmanship, not Hwasan's signature fancy swordsmanship.

Chung-Myung's words, "Go back to basics when you are excited and nervous," are kept intact.

"Don't get excited!"

Baek Cheon shouted heavy and determinedly.

"Keep the basics! Lower your posture and lower your center of gravity! Starting with the black lower body!"

I've heard it endlessly and heard it again and again.

If that's all you can keep, it won't make any difference even if it's your first real game. After all, it's used by a sword.

"Yes, death penalty!"

"Yes!"

During the fierce battle, loud answers were heard from all over the place.

At the same time, the posture of the Hwasan disciples, who were pushing the enemy soldiers, became a little lower.

Baek Cheon nodded lightly at the sight.

Then he stared straight at his opponent.

"Hey, you little brat!"

"I've been hearing a kid say something."

The corners of his sleek mouth rose sharply.

"It looks like you're going back, not us, but we're not the little ones."

"What?"

"And…."

Baek Cheon nodded once and squinted.

"It's annoying to hear him, but he's not wrong. I can relate to one more today. How dare a sapan raise his head in front of his disciple? Should I cut off my neck?"

"……."

"Come on, I'll tell you exactly what HWASAN is like."

"Yikes!"

The enemy soldier hopped at Baek Cheon, opening his bloody eyes.

Baek Cheon pointed at the sword with a more relaxed face.

"…huh."

A sigh came out of Hyun Young's mouth automatically.

I couldn't believe it at all when I saw Hwasan's disciples unilaterally pushing the enemy soldiers."When did my children...….'

Of course, I knew that Hwasan's postscripts were not left out of nowhere in the world.

But at the end of the day, the review index.

I thought there would be no choice but to be better than the enemy's squad. The reason Chung-Myung looks so confident is because Chung-Myung can fill the gap.

'I never thought the kids would push that enemy squad.'

I heard that parents are the ones who undervalue my child the most, and teachers are the ones who don't trust my student the most.

"After all, I was just a worried old man."

"Hey. What are you talking about? The elder believed me, so I could swing a knife."

"……the enemy of the crowd is the people who are famous to the world…"…."

"That's how it works."

Chung-Myung replied in a nonchalant way, looking at the enemy's squad.

What? Real swordsmanship?

You're talking nonsense.'

Of course, Chung-Myung does not ignore actual swordsmanship. Those who have been worn out in the field of battle often create something that surpasses those who have learned swords in the mountains all their lives.

but

It's about the guys who fought the battle.'

How long do those Sapa have to go through the real world in this peaceful time?

In the past, it would have been possible if it was a war against Mahkyo. At that time, there were dozens of battles a day.

It was a time when we started fighting even before dawn, and put swords into each other's bodies even after sunset. To survive a day in such a battlefield was practicing nonstop for 10 days.

But those enemy soldiers couldn't have gone through such a fight.

"Once every 10 days at most. Once a month at most."

Those who have trained like that cannot deal with those who have undermined themselves day by day.

"There's nothing to worry about."

"Huh?"

"They're weaker than I thought, and our executions are stronger than I thought."

Hyun Young looked back and forth at Chung-Myung and Hwasan's disciples with a slightly recalled face.

'Once...'

There was a time when it was his dream to see this sight.

Isn't it what Hyun Young hoped for and hoped for to see his disciples crossing the world wearing plum blossoms, defeating evil enemies?

What seemed like a dream was happening in front of Hyun Young's eyes now.

"If Jang Moon-in had seen this, he would have been so happy."'

He rubbed his cold eyes slightly.

But it wasn't all fun. Every time the student's bright beat swung right in front of me, my heart felt like it was dropping.

"Gasp!"

Then Hyun Young opened his eyes wide. Yoon-Jong's shoulder was slightly cut by a villain's swing.

When Hyun Young was about to scream.

"Do you get stabbed?"

"……."

Next to him, a voice full of grudges and malice exploded like a shell.

"No, now I do. Are you even stabbed by the Sapa guys? How long have you not trained before you get stabbed by such rubbish? You want to be stabbed because you're usually less beaten, right?"

Hey...

You said we need to relax.

Even a normal person would have a heart attack if he hears your voice, you son of a b*tc*.

But whether you know Hyun Young's heart or not, Chung-Myung screamed, distorting his face as it was.

"Let me hurt you! I'll sprinkle salt on it!"

In Chung-Myung's crony, Hwasan's disciples began to swarm the enemy's squad with hundreds of swindlers."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"It's more about the back than the front! d*mn it!"

"What are ghosts doing? I'm not taking him away!"

"Hey, how can a ghost take her when she's out of business?"

"What kind of a gentleman is that?!"

Hwasan's disciples clenched their teeth and poked their way into the enemy'

In fact, he only complained about it with his mouth, but his mind became more stable than usual as he heard the usual scolding.

Thanks to this, more and more colorful herbivores were spread, and the opponent began to be overwhelmed.

The enemy soldiers who were caught up in the frenzy were pushed back and forth, not knowing what to do.

"What kind of sword is that...…."

"Uh, how can a sword shape like that...…."

At that time, the man, who was recoiling back in the background with a pale look, stopped walking. Something touched my back.

"Oh……."

It was the heart of the foliage that touched his back.

At the moment, the enemy soldier's face turned blue when he noticed his mistake.

"Lord, Archbishop! I'm...!

"Tsk."

Yuppyeong reached out and grabbed the enemy's head.

"Please, buy it, save it...…."

Whoosh!

Even before the appeal was over, the light-shaped province cut off the neck of the enemy.

Flop.

The body that lost its head plunged to the floor. Blood spouted from the cut throat. And soon, I got choked up and soaked the floor red.

The battle stopped at once.

Everyone looked at Yeop-pyeong and his hair in his hands with a stunned face.

"Your men?'

Are you really crazy?

Especially, Hawsan's disciples were embarrassed.

Killing the leading Su-ha with his own hands was beyond the comprehension of the Hwasan disciples' mindsets.

"This buggy thing...…."

Yeopyeong threw his head in his hand to the floor and stared at the enemy squad with his eyes.

"You don't even know you're embarrassed because you didn't take care of one of those little boys?"

"Sorry, I'm sorry!"

"I've sinned to death."

Yeopyeong revealed her teeth.

"If you're guilty of death, you're dead."

"Lord, Archbishop...…."

"But before that."

His body began to give off a broad spurt of flesh.

"I'll let you know why the enemy is the enemy. Get out of the way. I'll cut off those little boys myself."

The corners of Yeoppyeong's mouth went up.

Yoon-Jong's body flinched.

As soon as I felt the exhalation of life, I felt my muscles pulled tight and my whole body's hair bristled.

"Master."

He said that the enemy's only one power of Joksado Yoppyyong made his reputation.….

It's different from the others.'

I could realize what it felt like to have a real master reveal his intention to kill himself.

But at that moment.

"Is that bastard with a bad head?"

An irritated voice came from behind his back. The tantrum, which was no different from usual, loosened up the tense body.

"I told you not to go overboard, but you don't understand what I's going on."

Chung-Myung was trudging out with a sword in one hand.

"Well, that's fine."

Taking the lead past Yoon-Jong, he shrugged and said.

"Yena, for those who don't understand what you're saying, the hawk is the answer. Come over here. I'll cut all of them nicely."

The laughter disappeared from Joksado Yoppyyong's face.