Chapter 111

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Return of The Mount Hua – Episode/Chapter 111. If you're a disciple of Mount Hua, that's enough (1)

Proofread : Ying

The snow flower and plum blossoms that filled the world disappeared as if they had been washed away.

It's like an illusion.

The people who were watching the scene couldn't escape from the lingering feeling of the magnificent sight, and just staring blankly at the stage. After the dreamlike appearance disappeared, only two people were standing there.

Two people.

Chung Myung and Jin Geum Ryong.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two of them.

‘What's going on?'

‘Who won?'

Most people didn't notice what happened to the match. They just saw a flurry of snow flowers and red plum blossoms.

Soon, however, they were able to clearly check the results with their eyes.

Jin Geum Ryong's knee, which had been standing upright, shook.

In a world where time has stopped, only Jin Geum Ryong seems to be moving. His bent knee hits the floor, and then his body crumbles.

Thud.

It was the sound that ended the long silence.

The awkward, unfamiliar sound caused the time in Mount Hua to move again.

"……."

Baek Chun looked at Jin Geum Ryong with his eyes wide open.

'Jin Geum Ryong…….'

Jin Geum Ryong, a wall he could never cross, has now been defeated and collapsed.

Was Jin Geum Ryong weak?

That's not the case at all.

Jin Geum Ryong's performance in this Conference far exceeded Baek Chun's expectations. It was a prove why he was so confident. Even if Baek Chun fought a thousand times, he would not have been able to defeat Jin Geum Ryong.

But that Jin Geum Ryong is now lying on the floor.

Baek Chun's gaze shifted to the side.

With his sword lowered, Baek Chun saw Chung Myung looking at Jin Geum Ryong quietly. It is not just Baek Chun. Everyone's eyes did not turn away from Chung Myung.

A slight discomfort.

And the excitement that rises from the bottom of the heart.

Everyone here naturally came to realize. The sight they are seeing now will probably be talked about forever.

As long Mount Hua continued its history and Southern Edge Sect doesn’t lower their signboard, the match was sure to rise and fall from the mouths of the public along with the names of Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect.

In other words

A legend was born here.

"……We won."

Yoon Jong muttered unknowingly.

He can't believe it even with his own eyes.

Ten consecutive wins.

Mount Hua's third-class disciples, Chung Myung, defeated Southern Edge Sect's second-class disciples ten times. He also faced Jin Geum Ryong, the best disciple of the Southern Edge Sect.

"Uh...…."

A lot of thoughts were mixed in his head, but nothing made sense.

Just groaning and looking at Chung Myung was all he could do.

Slip.

Chung Myung finally puts back the wooden sword to his waist and looks around. Those who met his gaze flinched and stepped back slightly.

‘Let's do that...’

‘Smile.’

The corners of Chung Myung’s lips curl up. Looking around with a smiling face, he slowly opens his mouth.

"This Conference is...…."

Chung Myung, with a slight pause, declares his voice neither high nor low.

"Mount Hua's victory!"

At the same time, an explosive reaction erupted!

"Wooaahh!"

Yoon Jong was surprised to see Baek Chun shouting crazily in front of him.

Although he spent quite a long time with Baek Chun after entering Mount Hua, Yoon Jong had never seen Baek Cheon screaming so excitedly.

But when you think about it, it makes sense.

The feelings that Yoon Jong, who is only the third-class disciple, had in Southern Edge Sect, cannot be compared to the anger of Baek Chun, the second-class disciple. Baek Chun was crushed by Southern Edge Sect for at least a decade more than Yoon Jong and has participated in several more Conferences.

As such, the emotions he felt at this moment is incomparable to Yoon Jong. Yoon Jong is so excited that he's almost lost his mind. Even more so for Baek Chun.

The same was true for the other second-class disciples.

"Uoohhhh! We beat Southern Edge Sect!"

"It's our first victory of  Conference! The first victory! F*cking Southern Edge Sect guys!"

"It's 10 consecutive wins! 10 consecutive wins! That crazy guy won 10 matches in a row!"

"Hahahaha! Chung Myung! Chung Myung, you bastard!"

They may be depressed because they haven’t won. Yoon Jong smiled unknowingly as he saw the second-class disciples who were more excited than the third-class disciples.

'This is what sect is.'

We can argue with each other. We may not get along well with each other. However, as soon as the name ‘Mount Hua’ is put forward, such feelings mean nothing.

Oh, of course.

"Whoaaa! Sahyung! That crazy guy won! He beat Jin Geum Ryong! Whoaahhhh!"

This does not mean that the third-class disciples are less excited than the second-class disciples.

Jo-Gol, who was next to him, grabbed Yoon Jong's head and started shaking him with the force that could break Yoon Jong neck. It almost seems like he has lost his temper and doesn't even know what he's doing.

"Let go of me...…."

"Whooahh!! Crazy! Crazy! Ten wins! Ten wins! I knew he wasn't a human being, but my God, 10 won! Crazy guy! Hahahaha! You crazy bastard!"

"Let me go, dude!"

Even as he screamed, Yoon Jong could not erase the smile that appeared on his lips.

Jo-Gol, who was shaking his head as a whole, is finally starting tearing his hair out, but Yoon Jong can't feel bad. A feeling of joy and a strange sense of fulfillment rises in his chest at the same time, and he feels he can't help himself.

Has he ever felt this way in his life?

‘Chung Myung, you did a great job. You punk!"

His eyes turned to Chung Myung, who was standing at the stage.

Chung Myung raised his hand and pressed it against his chest.

Then he gulped down the blood that had been rushed up in his mouth.

'I went too far.'

The gap between what he knows and what he can do with his current body is still extreme. It was good to be able to overpower Jin Geum Ryong by using the Seven Plum Sword to the limit, but he suffered quite a few internal injuries due to forcible use of his skill.

But...

"What's wrong with that?"

He can handle this much internal injury. Compared to what he's done, it’s nothing.

In the past, he was called the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and lived as an object of fear for some and respect for others. . But has he ever done anything to deserve that in all his life?

‘I'm not the only one who cut Heavenly Demon's throat.'

There was no one in the world who didn't know the name Plum Blossom Sword Saint. However, there were not many achievements that people could talk about.

Especially at this age.

Today, this duel will be talked about and remembered throughout Chung Myung's life and throughout his new life in Mount Hua.

‘Am I proud?’

‘No, it's sesame salt.' (the raw is '아니. 깨소금이지.')

Chung Myung lifted his head and looked at Southern Edge Sect's camp. Looking at them, all mesmerized, something savory keeps coming up from the inside.

If you feel like this, it tastes like honey even if you eat bare rice, just!

Chung Myung's eyes, smiling with corners of his mouth up, showed a cold light.

Clear victories are important, but what really matters is that they are caught in Chung Myung's intentions. Even in the midst of losing their mind, it is clear when he sees the eyes that have been hazy.

They'll never forget this match, and they'll surely put Chung Myung's sword in their unconsciousness.  Thinking about how this will work in the future, the ten-year-old stress inside him felt like has drastically reduced.

"You shouldn't have touched me."

Losing the present is a great crisis, but losing the future will destroy everything as a whole.

Today, Chung Myung stole the future from Southern Edge Sect.

‘What do you think? Jang Mun Sahyung! This is a definite revenge, right?'

 - You scoundrel!

'What the, really!'

Chung Myung distorts his face. Is the term enemy is not allowed for an ascetics?

At this moment, Chung Myung thinks it is fortunate that Jang Mun Sahyung did not revive together. If they both revived, he would have said that Southern Edge Sect's sins were heavy, but their disciples were not guilty.

Then, Chung Myung will die of anxiety!

‘It's not all paid off.'

Chung Myung stared coldly at Southern Edge Sect.

As long as the sect is close to each other, there will be many things to be entangled with the Southern Edge Sect in the future. He was thinking of revenge steadily without forgetting it.

But now this is it.

Chung Myung turned his head, receiving a burst of cheers on one side and a desperate look on the other.

"Unam sasuk." (I forgot how chung myung call unam. If any of you remember, please do tell me)

"Huh? Yeah!"

Unam, who couldn't get his act together, is surprised by Chung Myung's words. He then looks around, gulps down his dry saliva.

'Hey, am I supposed to do this?'

If not him, who would?

Unam clenched his fist and looked around. And he shouts seriously with an unprecedentedly bright face.

"This Conference is the victory of Mount Hua."

The shouts get louder.

The place where the third-class and the second-class disciples were gathered, there was a riot. They hugged each other, ran around, and shouted out loud.

"Tsk, tsk. Talking about shameless."

Chung Myung smirked at the sight.

Then he turns his head to look at the fallen Jin Geum Ryong. Even though their brother disciples had collapsed, none of the Southern Edge Sect's disciples tried to recover him.

No, they seem out of their mind. They are groaning from the huge shock that they have never received before in their life.

"Take him."

"……."

"Get a hold of yourself."

Surprised by Chung Myung's words, Southern Edge Sect's disciples then run into the match stage.

"Get a hold of yourself! Sahyung!"

"To the doctor, quickly!"

Chung Myung, who was watching the noisy stage, turned around and headed back to his place.

Then, the third-class disciples, who were watching, ran out at once and rushed to Chung Myung.

"Heh heh, Here a great person came..."

Chung Myung's words didn't last long.

"Whoa!! Chung Myung! Uoohh!!"

"You crazy bastard, you crazy bastard!"

"No! What's with all these guys! Seriously?"

The disciples rush in a group and pinned Chung Myung down. Chung Myung screamed as he felt the weight of the disciple rising above him.

"Argh! My wound! Hey, you guys!My internal injury.... !"

"Hahahaha!"

"Crazy! Crazy!"

"I'm hurt! You guys!"

However, nothing seemed to be heard in the ears of the excited disciples. The disciples who attacked Chung Myung in unison pressed him down, pulled him in, and hit him...….

'Who was that bastard just now!?'

After a long time of suffering, Chung Myung managed to escape from the disciples who rushed in.

He stumbled and stuck out his tongue.

It feels like he suffers more wounds here than he has while in the match.

but

‘I don't feel so bad.'

Chung Myung smiled bitterly.

In the past, he always played a role in saving the face of Mount Hua, but he rarely received such a strong response. Everyone took Chung Myung's victory for granted.

He came back to life and was left with only troublesome things, but thanks to this, he was able to experience many things that he couldn't before.

There's only one thing for sure.

'Today, this event will change Mount Hua.'

He has forged the flow.

The disciples, who had been obsessed with a sense of defeat, will now have pride. And one day that pride will lead them to higher ground.

'Jang Mun Sahyung. Did I do good?'

- Good job, Chung Myung.

It's so hard to get a compliment.

A proud smile settled on the corner of Chung Myung’s lips.

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