Chapter 180

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 180. It's better than dying of frustration. (5)

The next day.

Yoon Jong half-opened his eyes.

‘Why am I sleeping here?'

‘My memory...’

What is the strength?

It is internal strength that someone have to build up over and over for the rest of their life. After a whole year of hard work,

‘Huh? Has it increased compared to a year ago?'

He can even tell the difference clearly.

But he can't believe his body has improved in just one day.

Such an absurd thing...

"It's working. It's absorbed."

Yoon Jong grabbed his Dantian without realizing it. It was clear that the energy of Chaos Origin Pill, which was stored within Dantian, was absorbed into the body.

In other words...….

“I don’t know if I should call it Chugunggwahyeol (推宮過穴)… or full-body assault, but that damn thing worked.”

Baek Chun was approaching before they realized it. The expression on his face looked even more bitter.

"……it is."

Yoon Jong was slightly confused by this subtle situation.

Should he like this? Or should he hate it?

"This……."

Baek Chun bit his lips as if he was speechless.

'What a ridiculous thing to do.'

‘To say that someone can help others absorb energy by beating. If this was known, all the sects in Jungwon would become a violent group... … . Ah? Aren’t they already one?’

At that time, the root of all things approached them in a hurry.

"What are you whispering about?"

"Ugh."

Baek Chun made a groaning sound.

"My internal strength has increased."

"Of course. I had such a hard time yesterday because of that!"

‘Oh, do you?’

‘But the face of the person who worked hard looks very refreshing.’

"It's not normal..."

Baek Chun sighed.

"I have nothing to say now that the results are like this, but I can't understand it at all. Basically, wasn't Chugunggwahyeol supposed to just clear the clogged meridian?" (Was originally blood. Also can be said vein but change it to meridian.)

"It's similar. And what I did was a little different from Chugunggwahyeol."

"……then?"

"It's just beating you down."

"……."

Baek Chun's hand flinched over the sword.

‘Maybe we should cut this guy down here to bring peace to the world.’

‘If I can do it though.’

"How does that work?"

"Tsk."

Chung Myung clicked his tongue as if it was bothering him.

In the past, it would have been troublesome to explain. He would have dragged them by the hair and forced them to do as told, but now he has no choice but to explain.

Chung Myung reached out and tapped Baek Chun on the chest.

"How did you make this?"

"Huh?"

"I mean these muscles."

Baek Chun lowered his head slightly and looked at his chest. There are certainly solid muscles there. The muscles were not as strong as now before trained by Chung Myung.

The body became like this as a result of overworking the body with iron lumps with third-class disciples.

"I trained."

"Then why does training give you muscles?"

"Well..."

Baek Chun shut up.

He didn't really question it because it was so obvious. There are countless words to answer, none of which is clear.

"It's simple, you get hurt."

"……what do you mean?"

"The muscle is torn."

Chung Myung slightly twisted his hand.

Yoon Jong, who was listening next to him, asks with his head tilted.

"You mean that when a muscle is injured, it grows?"

"It's not just muscles. Every place gets bigger than before when it's injured. The place where the wound is made swells up, and the broken bones get thicker than before. It depends on the situation, but most of them do."

Chung Myung grinned.

"In other words, what's the best way to train your body?"

"……To get hurt."

"It sounds ignorant, but it's true. It's even a standard way of training for Shaolin. They whip their body. Isn't they also famous for training by shoveling their hands into hot sand?"

Baek Chun nodded blankly.

Although it is difficult to sympathize with the story because he is a swordsman, he have heard of such training in sect that uses external stimulation such as Murim.

“But isn’t that a way to train your gaegong?” (It is 그건. I suppose it was mean outer strength.)

"We have similar training in Mount Hua."

"Huh? Do we?"

"When you first used the wooden sword, didn't your hand torn countless times?"

Baek Chun glanced down and looked at his hand. A solid callus that must be present for a swordsman catches his eye.

"……I did."

"And now? It won't rip, right?"

"Right."

"Human body gets stronger the more it gets hurt. Excessive use is poisonous, but an appropriate wound makes the body stronger."

"Wow……"

Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung with admiration.

"What?"

"No, uh...."

And he says, while looking at Chung Myung with a slightly subtle look.

"Because I never imagined that you could have such a theory in your head."

"……."

Then the people who were listening next to them also help out one word at a time.

"It's a surprise."

"I thought you were just a race that eats when you're hungry and fights when you're angry."

"So you have a head."

"……."

‘No, these bastards?’

Chung Myung's cheeks trembled.

"Do you want me to show you what I really don't have?"

"Heh heh heh."

"Is it going to rain? The weather is...."

Chung Myung shot them all with his ax eyes and continued.

"It's basically the same story."

"……What?"

"The same goes for internal strength."

"……."

The absurdity was evident in Baek Chun's eyes.

What is Chung Myung saying right now?

"Internal injuries increased your energy?"

"Right."

"What are you talking about? How can an internal injury be the same as an external injury? If internal injuries are severe, they could die."

"People die even if an external injury is severe."

"Well, that's true."

Chung Myung sighed.

"It's no different with internal history. An internal injury means that in the end, you're going to lose your energy. In the process of recovering the damaged energy again, it will always recover stronger than in the past."

"But I've rarely seen such a case."

"Of course, there's a limit to the energy they can gather by an external factor. But now Sasuk's body has an energy that can be absorbed without having to do it, right?"

"Uh...…."

Baek Chun nodded his head unconsciously.

Now there's Chaos Origin Pill in his body. His ability cannot absorb this energy in a short period of time, but it is true that it exists.

"Does the body absorb it on its own?"

"That's the result, isn't it?"

Chung Myung shrugs.

"It's not a very difficult story.  If you cut the bleeding area properly and give it an appropriate internal injury, the body craves energy to recover from it. Then it will find other energy inside the body and use it. In the process, the internal strength becomes stronger than in the past."

Chung Myung waved his fingers.

"Energy. Physical. It's a simple logic that works both."

"……."

Chung Myung smirked at the sight of his Sahyung, looking blankly at him with faces that couldn't understand.

'It must be difficult.'

Because this is not the knowledge taught by sect.

This is the knowledge Chung Myung has mastered through countless battles.

It is only a result of applying very lightly according to the level and safety for Sahyung, but in reality, this theory was completed at the crossroads of life and death.

It is natural that those who have not learned it with their bodies find it difficult to understand.

"You don't have to understand."

Crack!

There was a sound of bone cracking in Chung Myung's fist.

"If the head doesn't understand, the body will!"

"……."

Crack. Crack.

Chung Myung, who twisted his neck from side to side, came toward them, waving his hands.

"Just think of it as a comfortable fight. If you fight, you'll get hit anyway, so you feel comfortable, right?"

‘No.’

‘That's not comfortable at all.’

‘Chung Myung-ah. It seems that you are thinking very wrong, but there are no cases in the world where you are right and comfortable.’

‘Do you understand what I'm saying?’

"What better training than this? I'll give you a hands-on experience. Literally, I'll let you use up all your strength. In the meantime, I'll increase your internal strength. Oh, I would have been twice as strong if I had a master like me."

"You must have run away before that, you madman!"

"Kukuku."

Chung Myung smiled broadly.

"It's all right. It's all right. You won't die. You won't die. Have you heard of someone who died while training?"

‘I've never heard of it.’

‘Of course I won't. Because I will die at this rate, so I won't hear it.’

‘You can't hear it anyway, you punk!’

Baek Chun sighed deeply.

Thousands of fires boiled inside, but for the first time, the complaints were pressed down.

Then he grabbed the handle of the sword with a serious face and shouted at Chung Myung, who was bragging in front of him.

"Never mind!"

"Huh?"

"So, you're saying that if I endure this assault under the guise of training, I'll be much stronger in the short term?"

"Of course."

Chung Myung nods his head with a face that has no hesitation.

"That's a very pleasant sound."

Come to think of it, there is no better opportunity than this.

Aside from the internal strength, he could fight with that monster twice a day? This is an opportunity that no man could ever dream of.

"However."

Baek Chun gritted his teeth.

"You'd better be careful. If you get a cut on your face, your bad impression will get worse."

"Whoa."

Chung Myung grinned.

‘Come here.'

That's why he like Baek Chun.

No matter how hard he gets hit and beaten, he never give up.

"Try it if you can!"

"That’s what I have been hoping for! You son of a b*tc*!"

Baek Chun jumped at Chung Myung, pulling out a sword.

"Die, die, die, die!"

"That's not enough!"

Looking at the two people starting to get tangled up, Jo-Gol lamented.

"Since when did he get along with him?"

"……I don't know."

Yoon Jong sighs deeply, too.

"Can I stay alive until I get to Yunnan?"

"……."

It was just the two of them who felt that the road to Yunnan seemed too far away.

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