Chapter 160

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 160. Let’s Go Get Wudang (5)

Taak! Tak!

The two men, climbing to both ends of the cliff, faced each other and quickly looked around. 

Soon after, Chung Myung's eyes widened slightly.

"There is!"

He saw a place where swords were densely stabbed to the ground. There were also some spears and axes, but most were obviously swords.

That means.

"That’s Sword Tomb!"

It was the moment when the doubts that had made him feel uncomfortable even though he had come all the way were dispelled.

Sword Tomb?

Chung Myung quickly rolled his eyes.

'There must be that, not just any treasure!'

He’s not interested in anything like that, regardless of whether it's a treasure or not. There's only one thing he's aiming for!

'Yes!'

There was a bulging rock in the middle of the densely pierced swords. And a small wooden box is placed on it.

There's no need to put a wooden box in the middle of treasure! What does that mean?

‘That must be Chaos Origin Pill!'

It is not known whether it contains only Chaos Origin Pill, or also includes the refinement method or just the refinement method. Anyway, what he should aim for is that wooden box.

As soon as Chung Myung tried to move straight, a heavy voice reached his ear. 

"Are you a Mount Hua Divine Dragon?"

Chung Myung's head is slightly lifted. From the other side of the wooden box, Heo Sanja with a sword was staring at him.

‘This?’ 

Killing intent?

Chung Myung shrugged and opened his mouth.

"So what?"

"You come all the way here. After caused all this?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Heo Sanja distorted his face.

If Chung Myung hadn't robbed the map from Mu Jin and spread the information, he wouldn't have suffered this kind of hardship. And Mount Hua would not have been able to enter this place either.

However, they eventually reached this place with trick poisoning in the well. Should it be called great or wicked?

"I'll acknowledge your ability. But that's it. Step back quietly. I don't patience right now. No matter how little you are, if you try to fight back, I'll cut your throat."

"Ugh, I’m so scared."

Chung Myung shook his head.

"But don't you think it's a bit strange to say something like that?"

"……Huh?"

There's a sneer in Chung Myung's mouth.

"You're already spouting your life, aren't you? Do you really want me to come at you? Shall I wipe it off here?" (The raw is "이미 살기를 풀풀 내뿜고 있잖아요? 제발 덤벼 달라는 게 본심 아니에요? 여기서 슥삭 해 버리게?")

"……."

Heo Sanja did not give any answer.

This is because he found out that maybe it was his true intention.

‘Am I thinking of him as such a threat?'

In terms of smartness alone, it is not a threat. No matter how smart that child may be, compared to descendants of the Zhuge family or those who are professionally trained in warfare, he should be less threatening.

However, after seeing it in person, he changed his mind.

'Let's admit it.'

That guy is dangerous.

Of course, the disciples of Wudang do not fall behind anywhere. But it's impossible to reach him.

The talents are different in the first place.

If Heo Sanja let him grow like this, Mount Hua could devour Wudang in the future.

Heo Sanja was feeling the same way as Sama Seung of Jongnam felt at this moment. No, on the contrary, it was a more intense sense of crisis and intent to kill than Sama Seung felt then.

"Step back."

Heo Sanja said sternly.

"It's as you said. I am not following Tao now. Don't make me commit a sin. You're shakig  me up that much. To the point where my long training breaks down!"

‘Hoh?'

Chung Myung looked at Heo Sanja as if he was amazed.

What if it's Chung Myung?

'Well, I would do the same because there's no one stronger than me anyway.'

The best option here is to kill Chung Myung. As it is in the midst of chaos, no one can be held accountable no matter who dies.

He may be criticized by the public if things go wrong, but he can't trade practical benefits just because afraid of criticism.

But Heo Sanja is urging Chung Myung to step back again. This means that even if Chung Myung later poses a threat to Wudang, he will not kill a young Taoist disciple now.

‘Is it still the same Wudang?'

Coming all the way here, he must have seen all the things others see and won’t see, but he still keeping the right track. That old elder shows why Wudang's name is still so high in the world.

But.

"That doesn't mean I'm going to step down."

Chung Myung took a step forward. Then there was a storm of energy from Heo Sanja's body.

"So you refuse it..................... "

"Oh, you look like half-drunk, let's not talk nonsense and just fight."

"You!"

Heo Sanja clenched his teeth.

When did he ever hear such nonsense from such a young man?

'I have warned you enough.'

He rather feels at ease.

Heo Sanja tried to suppress his desire to cut Chung Myung’s throat right away and let him go, but if he comes out like that, there's no need to back down either.

"Ttaahh!"

Heo Sanja rushed in as if no more words were needed. Chung

Myung also rushed towards him.

Two people flew at the same time over the densely pierced swords.

Schwik!

It is as if blue silk is being made in the air. Clear sword energy was emitted towards  Chung Myung. Similar to that of Mu Jin, but different in quality.

Chung Myung could not fight in the same way as before this time.

The opponent is the elder of Wudang. He is the strongest person he has ever met since he opened his eyes with his current body.

Strength entered Chung Myung’s hand that held the sword.

As he rushed forward, he turned around, kicking the opponent’s sword’s handle. (The raw

앞으로 돌진하던 그는 발에 닿는 검의 손잡이를 걷어차며 몸을 틀었다.)

Whoosh!

The blue energy sword narrowly cut through Chung Myung's front. The hem of the clothes was cut off and an eerie sensation penetrated his chest.

‘It’s no joke!'

It was a sword that he in the past could have blown away with a single gesture. But for the current Chung Myung, this sword was threatening enough.

Above all, the enormous internal energy of the sword makes his body tense. 'If it hit, even the bone wouldn’t remain intact.'

Wudang uses soft swordsmanship, people who said that should have their mouth sewn up. What? That is soft?

Beat softly and make porridge out of human, is that soft? That?

Whatever the method of the sword pursued, this sword does not feel the slightest desire to subdue Chung Myung. Rather, it is filled with the will to destroy properly.

Otherwise, would it be possible to wield a sword with enormous energy that a person would be divided into five parts just by grazing it?

"Shall I do it!?"

There was a spark in Chung Myung's eyes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

The blue silk-like sword energy is pulled out one after another without interruption and flew towards Chung Myung.

"Hat!"

Chung Myung threw himself into the flying sword energy with a short shout. Then he jumps straight up, kicked the sword, and rushes forward.

"What?"

Heo Sanja was so surprised that his heart jumped out of his neck. ‘Kicking the sword with your foot?'

It's not about hitting back with energy, but he is stepping on the sword and running forward. It's not even a wooden plank but sword energy thrown in the air, is that common sense?

'What the hell is that guy?' It is a great move.

It is a stage where one cannot dare to dream until they can treat own energy like their own limb. Even Heo Sanja didn't dare try it.

This means one thing.

He doesn't know about the internal strength or the depth of his swordsmanship, but in terms of the qi operation, that young Mount Hua Divine Dragon is undoubtedly superior than Heo Sanja.

He doesn't know how that's possible, but there's no denying what he has seen.

Chung Myung was rapidly approaching Heo Sanja even at the moment when he was still in shock.

"Uuoohhh!"

Heo Sanja staggers and rushes forward. Then he carried the sword with him and strike the rushing Chung Myung.

Kwaangg!

A bursting wave swept around. The swords embedded in the ground trembled and come out little by little.

"Keuhuk!"

Chung Myung spouted blood from his mouth.

It's definitely blocked. He even redirects half of it to the side. Nevertheless, the sword of Heo Sanja completely shook his insides. It was as if a huge mountain had fallen over the body.

‘This Malko bastard!' Skillful.

Wudang’s sword is a sword of softness. It is a sword that subdues opponents with its softness.

However, as soon as Heo Sanja identified Chung Myung's characteristics, he abandoned softness and faced Chung Myung seriously.

No matter how talented Chung Myung is in fighting, he thought he would not be able to overcome him in terms of internal strength.

And Heo Sanja's idea was exactly right.

No matter how Chung Myung is, it was unreasonable to catch up with the internal strength of the elders who have been training for decades.

Fortunately, he had the characteristics of the internal strength he had learned, so it prevented him from being smashed in a single shot.

Heo Sanja's eyes fluttered as Chung Myung faced his sword. "Blocked?"

He is just one of the third-class disciples.

He is neither first-class disciple nor a second-class disciple. He is only one of the third-class disciples who may have just turned twenty. But that third-class disciples blocked the sword containing Heo Sanja's internal strength.

"So it wasn't a joke that you beat Mu Jin. How the hell did you become this strong!"

"Well, we don't talk to each other, do we?"

‘If you're going to do that, relax your sword.’

‘You have no conscience! Conscience!’ 

Then Heo Sanja spoke in a stern voice. 

"Listen."

Chung Myung, who was about to roar even more, shut up.

"It is taboo to accept a disciple of other sects, but if you want, I will accept you as a disciple of Wudang by all means. And if you wish, I will accept you as second-class disciple."

"Huh?"

"With your talent, re-learning martial arts is just a small hurdle. Come to Wudang. I'll make you Wudang’s future sect leader."

‘What did he say?’

Chung Myung grinned unconsciously.

No, it's a word that anyone else might find slightly enthralling. The world's Wudang accepts him as a disciple. Even the rank has been raised a notch.

But it is none other than Chung Myung who gets the offer.

"Is this old man out of his mind? How dare you do that to other sect's disciple!”

"If not!"

Heo Sanja bites his lips and says.

"I will accept you as my disciple! Then you will become a first-class disciple of Wudang." 

"That's enough."

Chung Myung replied with a smile. Nevertheless, Heo Sanja did not give up easily.

"It is praiseworthy that you have a deep affection for where you belong to, but if you are a martial artist, you should also know how to seize opportunities. A Wudang's sect leader is better than a disciple of Mount Hua!"

"Oh, nope, thank you!"

Chung Myung gives strength to the hand holding the sword.

"Why? Your head won't know what's good for you!"

"Well, old man, you're tenacious."

"Wudang can give you more than Mount Hua."

"You don't understand."

Chung Myung's mouth curled up.

"I don't have a hobby of being a disciple of someone weaker than me."

"……What?"

"And!"

Chung Myung gives a short force to deflect Heo Sanja's sword. It then rises and falls rapidly to the ground.

"Euracha!"

Whoosh!

With a powerful stomp of his foot, swords stuck on the ground rise in unison to the air.

Chung Myung kicked the sword that floated into the air and threw them at Heo Sanja.

"Who cares about Wudang?" 

"……!"

Chung Myung raised his energy as much as he could.

"I!"

Kick the sword again. 

"Will made Mount Hua!"

Successive flying swords were shot at Heo Sanja like arrows.

"The best in the world!"

‘In this life!’ 

‘Definitely!’