Chapter 129

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Return of The Mount Hua –Chapter 129. Mount Hua’s sword is strong (4)

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"It's a battle!"

"Oh, my God. Mount Hua and Wudang!"

Everyone who watched the situation over the collapsed wall swallowed dry saliva.

"But, it's dangerous. Shouldn't we back off?"

"Where can I get a spectacle like this! It's a spectacle I'll never see in my life in Namyung. Even if I die, I'll have to watch it!"

"That's true, but...…."

Concerns and expectations intersect. But no one has stepped back.

It was a big event that they would like to see at least once in their lifetime.

This is especially true in places where no great events take place, such as Namyung. Most of them were looking at the incident with Wudangs at the center, but there were quite a few people who supported Mount Hua.

There are many people who have never heard of the name of Mount Hua in any other place, but this is Namyung. It is the place where Huayin Sect has endured for 100 years.

Huayin Sect has blended into Namyung and breathed with them. Namyung’s residents tend to have a good feeling about Mount Hua because they proudly profess their position as a subsidiary sect.

This is the reason why the outer disciples are creating sects and establishing sects in the world.

There is a limit to what the main sect located in the deep mountains such as Mount Hua and Wudang can do. However, if the disciples spread to the world and claim to be outer disciples, and establish a subsidiary sect, their influence will affect the world.

"Can Mount Hua win?"

"Hey, Their opponent is Wudang!"

"Why? Last time, Mount Hua humiliated Southern Edge Sect."

"Is Southern Edge Sect the same Wudang? It's Wudang, Wudang!"

"Shh! Quiet!"

Hearing the murmuring voices, Jo-Gol took a low, deep breath.

In front of his eyes are the disciples of Wudang dressed in black uniforms.

‘Can I do it?'

If it was his past self, he wouldn't have been sure. It's been a long time since he entered Mount Hua and learned martial arts, but he's never been able to trust himself as a martial artist.

But now?

‘If I don't win, that's more of a problem.'

One thing is certain.

Most of those holding the sword must have been trying to improve their skills over the past two years.

But none of them could have done a terrible training as Mount Hua's second and third-class disciples.

'It was terrifying.'

There is Asura behind his back.

The most terrible thing about Chung Myung is that he has many different looks.

At some moments, he is a man with no asura faces discusses sword like a virtuous monk, and sometimes he becomes a wise man who knows all the knowledge of the world and then turns into a fool in an instant.

And Chung Myung used all of that at the same time to drive them away.

Shiver.

He trembles automatically when he thinks of the past two years. Jo-Gol thought he could endure hard training as long he could get stronger, but just two months after the Conference ends, such determination was blown away by the spring wind.

It was never easy to tear down and rebuild everything you had. That Chung Myung did it after pushing him with bubbles in his mouth.

All that time is now piled on Jo-Gol's body and his sword.

He quietly raised his head and looked at the Wudang's disciple.

‘Confidence.’

He used to think that confidence was the mind to believe in self. But now he knows. If he doesn't have skills, that's just groundless bravado.

Confidence builds with time. If he believes in what he has done and in his own efforts, he will inevitably overflow with confidence, even if he not bluffing.

"One on one?"

Jo-Gol's mouth was subtly twisted.

'It is the pride of a prestigious sect.'

Four people from this side step up, and four people from that side step up. They must be supposed to stick together as a group without particular order, but naturally, that form was established.

‘Is this a willingness to play fair and square? Or...’

‘It doesn't matter.’

It's okay to ignore it, and it's okay to laugh at it. Now Jo-Gol knows that doesn't mean anything. At the end of the day, it's skills that matter.

Shring.

Wudang's disciple in front of him draws his sword. And pointed it at Jo-Gol.

Jo-Gol kept smiling as he watched it.

He can't hold back his laughter, and the disciple wearing the uniform frowns.

"Are you laughing at me?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's not like that...…."

Jo-Gol said with a face still unable to hold back the laughter.

"You know what? I'm so proud of my achievement that I can't help but laugh. It has nothing to do with you."

"……You’re crazy."

‘Maybe it is.’

His body trembled.

Jo-Gol flowed his strength into his hands that hold the sword.

'This is what it looks like.'

He can tell.

The disciple in front of Jo-Gol is no match for him. The posture of holding a sword, the energy felt from the body and the overall balance. There are so many things he wants to point out that his mouth is itching.

How messed up is Chung Myung when he sees them like this?

'That's why he won't stop nagging.'

"Jin Gongyo from Wudang." (He was Jingongio)

"I’m Jo-Gol from Mount Hua."

This is not a Duel. Any further conversation will only get in the way.

Jo-Gol quietly took the ceremony. Perhaps because of pride, Wudang’s disciples don’t attack first. Then, he has to go over there.

Strength gathers in his toes.

Jo-Gol did not go against the force and naturally leaped forward. His sword trembled but soon created numerous sword techniques.

It's fast. Slow. Elegant and aggressive.

The form of numerous swords was mixed up and it was hard to tell which was real and which was fake.

Change and welcome. (the raw is 환영)

The splendid blade that is the basis of Mount Hua swordsmanship was revealed at the tip of Jo-Gol's sword.

"Wha!"

And for a moment, Wudang's disciple panics and retreats.

'That's not the right action.'

When you step back, the change only deepens. Perhaps the opponent has never faced such a sword.

The disciple of Wudang, who bit his lips tightly, finally begins to unfold his sword.

Soft lines. Smooth movement.

It's the sword of Wudang.

This is also the first time Jo-Gol faced Wudang's sword. However, Jo-Gol did not panic at all and pressed the opponent in front of him.

‘Monster.’

- There is nothing much to say, you have to go through a lot of practice. That doesn't mean you have to improvise or not be nervous. It means you have to go through more and know more. Even if it's the same sword, it's bound to be divided into many different types depending on what kind of swordsmanship it is. Mount Hua's sword is splendidness, Jongnam's sword is honesty, Jeomchang's sword is swiftness, Wudang's sword is softness.

- Does that mean I should go through a lot of real combat?

- No, Sahyung doesn't have to. Because I'm here. If you get hit with a variety of different swords, you will naturally get used to it. Then let's start with a gentle beating with Wudang's sword.

- ……Why do I have to be beaten?

He didn't hear the answer to the last question, but that sword has already been through his body.

'This……'

Compared to the softness shown by Chung Myung's sword, it cannot even be called a soft sword. Chung Myung's sword of Wudang was several times more complete. Jo-Gol, who has been dealing with such a sword, cannot be embarrassed by the sword of Wudang’s disciple in front of him.

Jo-Gol's sword speeds up.

Faster. More gorgeous!

Wudang's sword late strike. It is a way to take the opponent's sword and subdue it without rushing.  (the raw is 무당의 검은 후발제인(後發制人). 결코 서두르지 않고 부동심으로 상대의 검을 받아 내며 제압하는 방식이다.)

The Wudang rose to the top of the world with this sword.

How do you deal with the sword?

- The method is, Jo-Gol Sahyung. If there's a guy who can block fast things, then just swings even faster! Everything in the world is relative! Water extinguishes fire, but in front of a bigger fire, it evaporates and flies away.

Clang!

Jo-Gol's sword rips through the air..

The sword that penetrates so quickly does not even give a chance for the opponent's sword to be swung.

‘It’s slow!

It's too slow.

Not to mention Chung Myung. Sahyung's swordsmanship is twice as fast as the opponent's. And the sword of Sasuk is even faster than that.

Is it because of the different nature of the sword?

Not at all.

The nature may be different, but the basics cannot be hidden. Jo-Gol unwittingly rolled up the corners of his mouth.

'I'm strong.'

Even that Wudang's sword is powerless in front of Jo-Gol.

With his body, and his sword.

Two years of time with Chung Myung is piled up.

Seeing the face of Wudang disciple who couldn't handle his embarrassment, Jo-Gol swung his sword again.

Jin Hwa, who was facing Yoon Jong next to them, was equally embarrassed.

‘Hey, this can't be happening!'

The face of Jin Hwa was horribly distorted.

‘I, I, I, to the Mount Hua bastard!'

It is not just Mount Hua.

As far as he knows, Mount Hua's disciple, who is now dealing with him, had one lower rank than him. He is a second-class disciple of Wudang, but the man named Yoon Jong in front of him is a third-class disciple of Mount Hua.

But now Jin Hwa had already suffered several stab wounds from Yoon Jong's sword.

"Ugh!"

Unbearable anger flows out of his mouth.

"This can't be! "

Anger clouds the tip of his sword.

A slight gap appeared in the sword of Jin Hwa, which has faced a series of unrelenting strikes.

And Yoon Jong didn't miss the gap.

Swish!

Yoon Jong's sword, which came in momentarily, attacks the gap between the swings.

Clang!

The Wudang's sword begins with a soft acceptance of the opponent's sword. In other words, if you fail in that gentle acceptance, you can't start anything.

Yoon Jong's sword, which disturbed the opponent's balance, diverges back into dozens of swords and illusion, aiming for the whole body of Jin Hwa.

A very colorful sword mixed with illusion.

"Eek!"

Jin Hwa desperately swung his sword, but he couldn't stop the cuts all over his body again.

And in that moment, Jin Hwa saw it.

Dozens of swords technique aiming at him in a flashy and swift manner, and!

Yoon Jong's eyes, who were sinking too cold.

'How?'

His sword was sharp and fierce, but the sword wielded by Yoon Jong remained frighteningly calm.

"I, I, am a disciple of Wudang!"

Jin Hwa shouts in a violent manner and throws himself into the pouring sword swing. He is determined to hit Yoon Jong even if he has to give away his flesh!

But Yoon Jong didn't panic and took a step back.

Exactly one step.

That distance is enough.

His sword, which had been fluttering, gently fell down. His sword sank on the shoulders of Jin Hwa, like plum blossoms slowly falling to the floor.

Chwaak!

His shoulders are cut, and blood spurts out.

Clung!

Jin Hwa’s sword fell to the floor, and his face was filled with dismay.

"You..."

Yoon Jong opened his mouth softly toward Jin Hwa who did not understand the situation.

"Your sword wasn't bad." (he refer to him as a fellow swordsman, with respect)

But.

"The time you and I spent is different."

"……."

"Get out of my way."

Grabbing his blood-gushing shoulders, Jin Hwa staggers back and forth. Yoon Jong shrugged at the sight.

'This… I've become too strong.'

His eyes turn back unconsciously. Chung Myung, who is watching him from the back, and Yoon Jong, who made eye contact with him, quickly turn his head around again.

Looking at his disapproving eyes, he will be nagged again later.

But it doesn’t feel bad.

Yoon Jong murmured quietly.

"Mount Hua's sword is strong."

It's time for the world to know that, not just them.

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