Chapter 188

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 188. Oh My God. With that skill? (3)

One blow?

Tang Zhan's eyes were stunned.

A blow. It was only a blow.

Tang Zhan's eyes turned to Tang Hao, who fell to the floor.

‘How did this happen?'



Although Tang Hao is not as good as Tang Zhan, he is also the son of the Sichuan Tang Family. It is not a skill to be beaten by just anyone. No, it has to be said that he not lacking in not lacking even in other places.

Such Tang Hao was knocked unconscious by a single blow and fell to the floor unsightly.

Careless?

Of course, he may be.

However, that alone does not excuse the situation that has made it this far. It's also a skill to aim for gap in the opponent's carelessness.

Tang Zhan, who was clapping his lips several times to say something, ended up tightening his mouth.

Now, there is no point in saying anything.

Unlike Tang Zhan, who tries to hide his embarrassment somehow, Jo-Gol's face is slightly flushed.

'Wow, just how...…!'

Tang Hao, lying on the floor, comes into his eyes.

Direct lineage of the Tang Family.

For Jo-Gol in the past, they were a wall that could not be overcome no matter how hard he tried, and a heavenly figure that must be carried for the rest of his life.

But now that wall has collapsed.

Jo-Gol grabs the sword handle with a face mixed with joy and excitement.

And at that moment.

"What's next?"

"……."

A crooked voice penetrates Jo-Gol's ears.

'Don't look back. Never look back.'

He can see with what eyes his Sahyung will be looking at behind his back. He shouldn’t show a gap to that flock of hounds.

"Such cool swordmen."

"Acting all cool!"

"That one, that one needs to be hit more. That one."

Isn't it heartwarming?

It is so warm that sweat drips from his body.

'For a while, we should never make eye contact.'

If they run into each other....

"Neeexxtttt???"

"……."

First of all, he should avoid him even if he dies.

Jo-Gol, who blew up his embarrassment with a low cough, takes the sword and points at Tang Zhan.

"You're not coming?"

"……."

It wasn't Tang Zhan who was upset at the words, but Tang Myeong, who was standing by him.

"How dare you!"

As Tang Myeong grinds his teeth and steps forward, a hand in green leather gloves blocks his way.

"Brother?"

Tang Zhan looked at Tang Myeong with cold eyes.

"Stand back."

"But he's too arrogant..."

"It's not your opponent."

Tang Myeong opened his eyes wide.

It's not like he doesn't know what Tang Zhan means now. Tang Myeong's eyes, who had been looking at Tang Zhan and Jo-Gol alternately, soon reached Tang Hao, who was lying on the floor.

"……."

There is not much difference between Tang Hao and his skills. If Tang Hao was beaten, it means that he too could be beaten.

Furthermore, it means that it was no coincidence that Jo-Gol knocked down Tang Hao.

Tang Myeong, who had lost his composure, bit his lips and walked forward in silence. This time, Tang Zhan didn't stop him either.

Tang Myeong came back to his seat carrying Tang Hao, who had fallen to the floor.

"Stay back."

"Yes."

Even if he doesn't acknowledge Jo-Gol's ability, he can't disobey Tang Zhan's orders. Even if they are a brother, Tang Zhan and he have different positions in the family.

Tang Zhan, who have ordered Tang Myeong, looked at Jo-Gol and Mount Hua's disciple who was behind him with a relaxed look behind him.

"My brother has made a mistake."

“……."

"But I'm not like him, so you better be careful."

It was a cold conversation. Jo-Gol's body was full of strength after hearing that. Before the head understood, his body identified Tang Zhan's strength.

‘Is he stronger than a disciple of Wudang?'

He already crossed the sword with Wudang’s second-class disciple, and it wasn't too hard to win. But Tang Zhan seemed to be one level higher than that.

That's it.

It is impossible to compare between the disciples of a large faction such as Wudang and the direct ascendant of a small elite family such as the Tang. To deal with Tang Zhan, Black Dragon would have to come out in person.

‘Black Dragon.’

It's like Jo-Gol is dealing with Black Dragon that Baek Chun was dealing with.

‘How strong am I?'

Jo-Gol's heart was a little excited.

And that was the moment.

"Look, look, look. Look at his shoulders moving. I'm going to die."

"……."

‘That ghost.’

Chung Myung's annoying voice penetrated Jo-Gol's ears.

"How can a man be so excited in front of his opponent even though he shouldn't get carried away? How can he be so excited like a wild goose? Isn't it because you've covered your ears with the season of eternal youth?"

Pak.

Chung Myung's words stick to Jo-Gol's back like a dagger.

"I told you several times that the person who gets excited is the first to die on the battlefield, but why don't you listen? Do you really want to die? Then you don't have to die like that. You can put your nose in the dish water, but why do you want to die in someone else's hands?" (This comes out often so I ‘ll just leave it as dish water or whatever)

Again. Pakk.

Jo-Gol trembled.

Even if the actual body is hit with a dagger, it won't hurt like this.

But it wasn't just the pain..

'I'm going crazy.'

Excited to be able to fight an enemy in front of him. Even a child who grabbed a sword for the first would not make such a foolish mistake.

His head is cold. his chest?

'The chest is cold too!'

Mount Hua's martial arts bet everything on the delicacy of the sword's tip. If the sword is not fully controlled, its power is not even half-revealed.

'Cold. Colder.'

Jo-Gol's eyes sank low.

"Hmph."

Chung Myung, who was watching the scene, only nods his head then.

"Why do I need to tell you?."

‘Do it on your own! It's up to you!’

However, he quickly regained his composure. It was Chung Myung who was a little relieved that the training so far did not seem to be wasted.

Back Chun, standing behind him, threw a strange look at him.

'This guy....'

Baek Chun can't lead his Sajil like Chung Myung.

He can't teach and let him go ahead like that. But he had thought that it would be better for him to take care of them and lead them in the right direction than Chung Myung.

But at this moment, Baek Chun had no choice but to realize.

'It might be this guy who really thinks about the Sajil.'

A child can't grow up in their parents' arms. If you don't let them go to the water for fear of breaking their knees or falling into the water, the child won't be able to soak his feet in the water for the rest of his life.

To send them out.

Even if one is worried and anxious, trust and let them go. That's the way to raise people.

If Chung Myung comes forward himself, Tang Zhan wouldn't be able to endure even a single move. But instead of that easy way, Chung Myung clenched his fists and tried to calm his anxious heart.

'I have a long way to go.'

Baek Chun bit his lips and looked at Jo-Gol's back.

Believe.

In his Sajil.

And the disciples of Mount Hua.

Tang Zhan's eyes stare at Jo-Gol.

It's calm.

Jo-Gol's face, pointed with the sword, does not bear any miscellaneous thoughts.

It's an amazing concentration.

No, maybe it's something that goes beyond concentration.

'Can I concentrate that much?'

That's too much.

At least for now.

But Tang Zhan didn't think he was being pushed back. Concentration is just a measure of force, and it is meaningless in front of a stronger force.

Sreak.

Willow Flying Dagger held inside the sleeve makes an eerie frictional sound.

Sreak. Sreak.

The frictional started to get faster and faster. As if to heighten the atmosphere.

And in that instant!

The hand in Tang Zhan's sleeve was pulled out like a lightning. At the same time, three Willow Flying Dagger fly toward Jo-Gol like a beam of light.

Swaakk!

As soon as something flashed, the knife was already near Jo-Gol.

Jo-Gol's eyes lit up.

Kwang! Kwang!

Jo-Gol, who cut out two daggers, twisted his body greatly. Even he, who boasts the sharpest sword among third-class disciples of Mount Hua failed to remove all three daggers.

He had no other choice but to avoid the remaining one.

Swaakk!

Then, again, two Willow Flying Dagger fly toward Jo-Gol.

"A gap!"

Jo-Gol, whose body was out of balance, slammed the sword into the floor. And with the recoil, he floated into the air and managed to escape the dagger .

Sasak.

Willow Flying Knife barely glides through the tips of his hair, and his hair is cut and fluttered.

"Strong!"

Meanwhile, Jo-Gol was thrilled by his opponent's strength.

Simple throwing art.

It's all about throwing it hard with internal strength. However, the knife boasts a terrifying perfection as if it proved how long Tang Zhan had been struggling to cultivate it.

A clutter-free release. And blazingly fast speeds.

More than anything....

"Taaah!"

Five daggers are rushing toward Jo-Gol who was falling to the floor.

'Connected!'

As if he had intended this situation since the first two daggers were thrown, Tang Zhan's Willow Flying Knife was unstoppable.

Paatt!

Five Willow Flying dagger rotate to target Jo-Gol's entire body.

If even a single dagger pierce him, it is certain that it will inflict a terrible wound that is life-threatening. Even if the dagger is not poisoned.

'Strong.'

Obviously, Tang Zhan is strong.

But!

'I'm sorry!'

Jo-Gol bit his lips.

Jo-Gol, who slightly pulled his leg, kicks the air with all his strength. He gains speed with the rebound that exudes energy and then drives toward the flying knife.

'I'm fighting a monster worse than you every day!'

The fingertips stick to the sword.

As if the sword has become his arm.

The opponent is strong?

Dangerous?

What does that mean?

Plum blossoms in Mount Hua bloom even in rain and wind, and even in freezing blizzards.

There is no reason why plum blossoms can't bloom under any circumstances!

A small flower bud is formed at the tip of Jo-Gol's sword.

Bloom.

Bloom!

It was not long before the finished plum blossoms of Jo-Gol spread out, covering all five flying daggers.

Kwaang! Kwaaang!

The dagger cannot penetrate plum blossoms and bounces back.

Jo-Gol, who was trying to jump on Tang Zhan with the momentum, stops on the spot.

Gooooo!

The last Willow Flying Dagger was spinning at an invisible speed in Tang Zhan's hand.

Just by looking at his face, he can tell how much energy is being pushed into that dagger.

‘Twelve Dagger !‘(
십일비도/ Sibilbido)

He has heard of it in the past.

Tang Family Secret Technique.

'Beware of the one who has eleven daggers. The last dagger will take away your soul without even noticing it.'

The last dagger is preparing to pierce Jo-Gol's soul in Tang Zhan's hands.

Wooong.

The dagger, which left Tang Zhan's hand, slowly flies toward Jo-Gol.

Slowly. Very slowly.

Jo-Gol looked at the scene with great respect.

It is strange that the dagger does not fall to the floor even though it flies at low speed. It's so slow that he can't get hit even if he wants to.

However, despite the ridiculous appearance, sweat begins to seep out of Jo-Gol's whole body as soon as he sees the dagger.

It's coming.

It's bound to come. Something incredible.

It was that moment.

Kwaaaa!

The dagger, which flew slowly as if it had stopped, was shot at Jo-Gal at an explosive speed.

It's a speed that can't be followed with one eye.

It was only after the dagger had already arrived right in front of Jo-Gol's neck that he realized it.

"Jo-Gol!"

"Argh!"

Surprised by the formidable speed, Mount Hua's disciples were stunned.

However, Jo-Gol's eyes did not waver at all.

A step.

One step to the side.

And a twist.

The whole body!

Slit!

With a gruesome sound, Jo-Gol's throat was cut by half an inch. Blood spurted from his neck and splattered into the air.

Jo-Gol's body staggered as if it were about to collapse.

'Got him...!'

The moment when Tang Zhan was about to call for joy.

Jo-Gol's body spins around once, then kicks the floor and runs toward Tang Zhan like lighting.

"Huh?"

It wasn't Jo-Gol that Tang Zhan saw at the moment.

‘Plum Blossoms?’

It was the plum blossoms that covered all of his vision.

It is simply spectacular.

Tok!

Tang Zhan feels a little weight on his shoulder.

Where plum blossoms disappeared before he knew it, there was a sword on his shoulder.

Jo-Gol, bleeding from the neck.

The sword in his hand rests on Tang Zhan's shoulder.

"……."

Tang Zhan couldn't bring himself to say anything and opened his mouth.

"The next... is, uh... I can't do it."

Jo-Gol smiles and shakes his head.

"Anyway, my victory."

Looking at his grinning face, Tang Zhan closed his eyes tightly.

Defeat.

It was a clean defeat with no excuse.


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  1. Yes!!! That's our Jo-Gol!! Damn, i'm so proud!!! Thanks for the chapter!

    So, i just wanna share this. I've been reading nano machine (the manwha?manhua? Version) and i read the name 'mount hua sect' and the 'fallen sword technique' of mount hua. I thought maybe the two novels are related? I'm really curious if what i think is true. Or maybe they really are related but i just don't know it. Or maybe i'm just thinking too deeply about this and they don't have any relation at all.
  2. Tyty
  3. For the Willow Flying Dagger, isn't it better to leave it as it is? Like Umochim and Sibilbido
  4. Chung myung did say jogol is more talented than baek chun
  5. Masterpiece
  6. Tang family is known for deadly poisons. The moment first blood was drawn, Jogul should have gone down, so it's actually his loss. At best it was a draw.
  7. Omg Jo Gul ... Congratulations 🔥
  8. thank u🥰