Chapter 108

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Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 108. Mount Hua doesn’t vanish. (3)

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The sound of wind escaping from Hyun Jong's mouth. Nevertheless, his eyes did not fall for a moment from the stage.

Hyun Jong's gaze at the fallen Songbaek Lee and then slowly shifts to Chung Myung.

Consecutive win.

Chung Myung, who won nine times, was now waiting for his last opponent.

The place where the elders and the great disciples gathered was filled with suffocating silence. No one opens their mouths first and tries to break this atmosphere.

Questions about Chung Myung?

Doubts about this situation?

That's a good thing. You can find out as much as you want later.

But what's important right now is the fact that Chung Myung is about to achieve a complete victory over Southern Edge Sect.

‘Has this ever happened in the history of Mount Hua?'

Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect have always been wary of each other. Excluding his pride as a sect leader, Mount Hua often took a step ahead of Southern Edge Sect, objectively looking at the history of these two sects.

Of course, the tide is turned now, but this is undeniable in history.

But as far as he knows, there has never been a case where Mount Hua officially crushed Southern Edge Sect completely like today.

Of course, Southern Edge Sect couldn't breathe properly because of Chung Myung during his time as Plum Blossom Sword Saint, but it was just a matter of status. There has never been an official "event" as big as it is now.

In this time of hardship, which should be called the dark age of Mount Hua, an event that has never happened so far is taking place. He can't take his eyes off it.

Hyun Jong glanced at Chung Myung who staring at Southern Edge Sect's side.

Confident.

Hyun Jong was more impressed by Chung Myung's imposing attitude than the series of situations that are taking place now.

When was it?

The time when the disciple of Mount Hua was able to be so confident in front of the Southern Edge Sect.

When they were able to stretch their shoulders as an equal warrior.

'Oh, my ancestors.'

‘My eyes keep getting sour. I know that it is a figure I should never show as the Sect Leader of Mount Hua, but there is nothing I can do about this passion that rises from my heart.’

"Sect Leader..."

"Don't say anything."

Hyun Jong shook his head at Hyun Sang's words.

"Let's just wait and see. What else will that kid show us?"

Everyone held their breath and focused their eyes on Chung Myung's every move.

'Maybe today...….'

Hyun Jong's eyes were filled with light that had never existed before.

‘Mount Hua's fate may change.'

***

Unfamiliar.

The gaze on him.

The feeling of his toes pressing on the floor.

The feel of the wooden sword in his hand.

All of that was different from usual.

Jin Geum Ryong headed off to the stage feeling a burden he had never felt before.

‘This is weird.’

Jin Geum Ryong felt suspicious again.

This was not the kind of gaze that usually poured into him. He is a person who has always received high expectations from people around him.

Right.

He's the one who solves, not the one who's concerned. The emotions in the eyes of those who saw him were always expectations and pride. It is the first time to receive such anxiety.

Why?

Why are they looking at him like that right now?

Jin Geum Ryong looked up.

He can see Chung Myung looking him with a slightly indifferent face.

'Yes, it's because of him.'

It is incomprehensible. And that's something to be angry about.

Jin Geum Ryong has spent his entire life trying to get where he is.

He worked his whole life to be recognized for his potential, and he worked his whole life to prove his ability. Thus, everyone gathered their mouths and praised him. He is a person who will someday become the sect leader of the Southern Edge Sect, and a person who will lead the  Southern Edge Sect to a heyday that has never existed before.

It was the recognition and expectation he had earned throughout his life.

But in less than half a day, all that turned into concerns and worries.

'Are you saying that I'm not that trustworthy?'

To the extent that they are worried about not being able to handle a single child of a fallen sect, who is on a different generation?

A wave of cold, heavy anger swept through Jin Geum Ryong's entire body. He stared at Chung Myung with a livid eye.

'I didn't like it from the beginning.'

That arrogant face, that calm composure, and sharpness at first glance.

Above all, even with Jin Geum-ryong in front of him, his easy-going attitude is particularly annoying as if he was just looking at another Southern Edge Sect’s disciple.

Jin Geum Ryong took a deep breath.

And he opened his mouth in an emotionless voice.

"Should I give you a compliment?"

"You don't have to."

Chung Myung shrugs.

"It's not a big deal."

"……."

Jin Geum Ryong looks at a cheeky little boy with cold eyes.

"How dare you ignore Southern Edge Sect?"

"Ignore you?."

Chung Myung smirks.

"It's not a matter of ignoring. There's no reason to be proud of defeating guys weaker than me."

It's annoying.

Each and every attitude.

"You are... "

Jin Geum Ryong, who was about to say something, halted his words for a moment. Then he let out a slight sigh and shook his head.

"No. Humility is not necessary for you. Your modesty will only make the listener angry."

"Hmm?"

"I admit, you deserve to be arrogant. The fact that you defeated nine second-class disciples will make you be recognized as a genius that will never exist again."

Chung Myung's eyes narrowed slightly.

Shruk.

Jin Geum Ryong pulled a wooden sword from his waist and slowly aimed at Chung Myung.

"Do you know what your misfortune is?"

"Well?"

"That you were born in the same era as me."

Chung Myung had a subtle smile. Jin Geum Ryong stares at Chung Myung and continues to talk.

"In return for that misfortune, you will only look at my back without overcoming the difference with me for the rest of your life."

Chung Myung grinned.

"I like that confidence."

"I'm not done yet."

Said Jin Geum Ryong coldly.

"Maybe if you hadn't chosen Mount Hua, you could have overcome the misfortune. If you chose Southern Edge Sect over Mount Hua, you'd have a chance to surpass me one day."

"Really? Why do you think so?"

"It's obvious.”

Jin Geum Ryong took a breath and continued.

"Mount Hua is still tied up in the past. The disciple only trying to regain their past martial arts and recreate their past glory. But it's not with the Southern Edge Sect. We move on. Without lingering over the past. We create better martial art, a better system, and grasp better future."

Jin Geum Ryong spoke as if to declare.

"This is why you were never able to catch up with Southern Edge Sect again."

"Wow."

Chung Myung burst into admiration.

He wants to give him a round of applause. If a sect other than Southern Edge Sect said that, he will slap his sahyungs in the back of their head.

‘Watch and learn from that, you pathetic people!'

He might have shouted.

That is ff the future Jin Geum-ryong was talking about wasn't made by stealing the martial arts of Mount Hua.

'Tell me, what are you going to do?'

It takes two things to make a truth. One is the fact. And the other is the power to go through with that fact.

When he found out that the Southern Edge Sect had stolen Plum Blossoms Sword Technique, Chung Myung was angry enough to lose his reason for a moment.

But what does anger change?

Realistically, there is no such thing as a way for Mount Hua to punish Southern Edge Sect.

Even if he openly addresses the issue, he will only be told to prove the fact by implementing the Plum Blossom Sword Technique. Even if the actual Plum Blossom Sword Technique is restored and unfolded, Southern Edge Sect will rather attack Mount Hua, claiming that he copied their Twelve Movement Snow Flower sword.

And Mount Hua has no choice but to be accused.

Why?

Because I have no power.

Martial Art is a sensitive element. Those who leaked their own sect’s martial arts should pay with their lives, and those who stole them should be prepared for war with everything on the line.

But Mount Hua can't punish Southern Edge Sect. The moment he raises the issue of Twelve Movement Snow Flower Swords, Southern Edge Sect is right, and war will be waged to Mount Hua, and no one in the world will help Mount Hua.

There is no one who will fight against the Ten Great Sect to defend a perishing clan. Who else has realized how cold and cold Kang Ho is as keenly as Chung Myung?

That's why he has endured it.

Until now!

Chung Myung suppressed his boiling anger and endured his desire to run to Southern Edge Sect immediately and kill them all.

Just for this one moment.

Chung Myung put a gruesome smile around his mouth.

"The future of Southern Edge Sect. That's a nice thing to say."

Chung Myung smiled at Jin Geum Ryong.

‘Yes, Southern Edge Sect's future. I thought about it a lot, too.’

‘Like, ‘What the hell should I do with the future’.’

Just a while ago, Chung Myung left only one seed in Southern Edge Sect. He doesn't know if the seed will germinate or not, but that's all up to the seed.

So from this moment on, there are no third-class disciples, Chung Myung.

From now on, what he does will be his task as Chung Myung, a Plum Blossom Sword Saint, not as Mount Hua’s third-class disciples.

For those dirty people who have avenged their kindness.

"In that future…"

Chung Myung picked up the sword and aimed Jin Geum Ryong.

"I'll give you a present."

"……Gift?"

"Yes, it'll be an unforgettable gift for the rest of your life, so you'd better keep an eye on it."

Jin Geum Ryong looked at it as if he didn't understand what language Chung Myung speak. But Chung Myung just smiled.

'It will be a perfect gift.'

It'll be a curse with another name.

Raising Mount Hua and destroying the current Southern Edge Sect is not enough to relieve his anger. What Chung Myung trying to do now was to cut off Southern Edge Sect's future forever.

'You coveted Mount Hua’s sword?'

Chung Myung showed his teeth and laughed. Like a wolf in front of a prey.

"Then take it properly."

I will show you properly so that you will never forget it. Chung Myung clasped the hand holding the sword.

"Get out of the way!"

"Sasuk?"

"Baek Chun sasuk!"

Mount Hua's disciples, who couldn't breathe and were looking at Chung Myung and Jin Geum Ryong, were surprised by the voices they heard behind their backs and stepped back from side to side.

Baek Chun stumbles along his way.

"Sa, Sahyung! Are you feeling well?"

Back Chun simply shakes his hands and moves forward when asked a lot of questions. Seeing the staggering step, Baek Sang shouted urgently.

"Chair, get the chair!"

"Yes, Sasuk!"

One of the third-class disciples hurriedly bring a chair for Baek Chun. However, Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung and Jin Geum Ryong, who were on the stage, without even looking at the chairs.

'I have to see this.'

As soon as he opened his eyes, Baek Chun heard that Chung Myung had consecutive victories.

It is not the job of a second-class disciple to lie still in bed after hearing that. Even if his body breaks, he should cheer for Chung Myung here.

Jin Geum Ryong.

And Chung Myung.

Those who have a special meaning for him are now facing each other.

"Win, Chung Myung."

Baek Chun's eyes are desperate.

Swoosh.

Swoosh.

Chung Myung and Jin Geum Ryong's swords begin to move simultaneously with a low wave sound.

Whatever the conclusion may be, this victory will ring Shaanxi, and the world. Mount Hua's disciples focused their eyes as if they would not miss a single moment of this historic scene.

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