Chapter 261

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 261. No, but what about those bastards? (1)

Kangho heated up with the news that came in the early autumn wind.

-  There will be Murim Competition!

It is not just anywhere else, but a world gathering competition hosted by Shaolin.

What kind of place is Shaolin?

The rat-like man arrogantly leaned his back on the chair roughly.

"That's the way it's supposed to be. Can those who risk their lives for face (honor) compete for who is stronger in front of others? So instead, they compete against each other to see what a great disciple they have nurtured."

"Does it mean anything?"

"Of course it is!"

At the questioning voice, he raised his voice.

"It's not about which sect is the strongest right now that should be judged by the outcome of that sparring competition. It is to determine who will take a lead in ten years ahead."

“Ten years?”

"Those who are participating in this competition are disciples under Irip (The korean term). Irip is 30 years old, so they will be close to forty in ten years."

"Isn't that obvious?"

"At forty, it is time to become the backbone of the sect. In other words, the contestants now will be the center of Kangho in ten years. So, this sparring competition is the perfect way to predict the future of Kangho. It's an important event!"

"I see!"

The horse-like man nodded his head as if admiring.

Although it is not known where the current world number one sect is, it means that the later world number one sect can be measured according to the results of the competition.

And even if they don't necessarily win, it's obvious that the reputation of the sect will rise.

"So who do you think will win this competition?"

"Hmm. That's a difficult question."

The mouse-like man grabbed the bottle. Then he frowned and shook the bottle, which had become lighter, to and fro.

"No. I want to talk, but I'm so thirsty for this..."

"Boy! Waiter! Bring me a bottle of wine here right now!"

"Wine. Wine is good. But……… I wonder if I can speak properly if I eat that strong alcohol because it stings my throat."

"Waiter! Not the wine, but the bamboo shoots!" (The raw is 죽엽청으로)

"Kekeke."

It was only then that the rat-like man grinned when he ordered bamboo shoots, which were three times more expensive than wine.

"Who I think will win? Of course, we're talking about the results of the sparring competition, right?"

"That's obvious."

"It's very difficult. There isn’t just one or two outstanding rising stars or one or two prestigious sects in the world."

The horse-like man clicked his tongue at the vague words.

"I even give you alcohol, but that's ridiculous! It's easy for me to find the answer myself then."

"Hooh? Tell me."

"Isn't it obvious that the Five Dragons are the ones to pay attention to?"

"Kekekeke."

The rat-like man gave a deep sneer.

"That's why you can't do it yet."

"Huh? Why?"

"What is the Five Dragons? Doesn't that mean the five who have achieved the most outstanding achievements among the rising star?"

"Yes! So of course they're the favorites, aren't they?"

"I don't know. What are the criteria for evaluating the outstanding rising star?"

"That's..."

The horse-like man couldn't answer easily and hesitate. Then the rat-like man giggled and said.

"That's how Kangho evaluation is all about.  In the end, the evaluation has to be based on what one did in Kangho. In other words, the Five Dragon stood out, especially among those who had done nothing so far. "

The rat-like person paused for a moment, snatched the bamboo shoot from the waiter, and drank the whole bottle.

It was only after half the bottles were emptied at once that the words continued again.

"Among those who are flocking to Seongsan Mountain, there will be a lot of shining jewels that have not yet been strengthened. So how can you say that only The Five Dragon will shine?"

"But, didn't you say it's about the talent? If you're that good, no matter how much you hide it, rumors will inevitably spread." (낭중지추라)

"That's right, that's right.  For example, there are Broken Mountain Sword (단악검(斷岳劍)) Namgung Dohui (남궁도휘(南宮度揮)), which is said to come out only once in a hundred years even in the Namgung Family, and Neng Hayun (능하운(能夏雲)), which is cherished by the Sect Leader of Qingcheng sect ."

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Considering all of those things, shouldn't you be able to predict the winner so that you can call it a true wise man (지자(智者))?"

"Huh. This guy is scratching people's pride. It's nice. If it comes out like that, I can't take it out anymore."

The rat-like man slammed the table with his hand.

"I’ll bet my money on Wudang Sect!"

"Wudang?"

"Yes, Although Wudang’s momentum has gone down a bit now, it doesn't mean that it has a prestigious name for nothing. Perhaps the world will see Wudang again in this sparring competition."

"Hum, Wudang. Wudang... Well, does Wudang have the power to do that? Wasn't they humiliated by Mount Hua a while ago?"

"What? Do you believe the rumor that Mu Jin of Wudang lost to the Mount Hua Divine Dragon?"

“It’s just a rumor…”

"Have I seen such a stupid friend?"

The rat-like man completely distorted his narrow eyes.

"Still, do you mean that someone who said he ate Kangho food believes such nonsense?  Did a master fall from the sky? It's only in old stories that a new master breaks down Kangho’s masters at a young age."

Then, he continued to talk after continuing to drink as if he was thirsty.

"Martial art is like a good liquor, so the longer it is aged, the stronger the scent becomes.  How good is a freshly made liquor? Besides, a good environment is also necessary for alcohol to ripen properly. A master like that comes out of the ruined Mount Hua? Not a chance!"

However, the horse-like man still looked unconvinced.

"But didn't Mount Hua beat The Southern Edge Sect?"

"I heard that only the third class disciples of Southern Edge Sect were defeated! You must not know that the disciples of prestigious sect spent all their childhood only refining the foundation (Basic), right?"

"Hmm……."

"Isn't that proof that the third-class disciples all lost and all the second-class disciples won? If the third-class disciples fight again now, can Mount Hua win? Heh!”

"No…… still, Mount Hua Divine Dragon………."

"Similarly! People without fundamentals have their limits! I assure you! I don't know if Mount Hua will participate or not, but if they do, they will be greatly humiliated! How can one without foundation go anywhere?"

"Hey, isn't that a bit harsh?"

"Hehe! Too much? We'll see! If there's anyone who's going to be humiliated the most in this Murim Competition, it's definitely Mount Hua. Well, I wonder if a sect that has no foundation and is declining will be able to show their faces at Murim Competition. Hahahat!"

When the rat-like man burst into laughter as if it were funny, the horse-like man looked a little disappointed.

It was then.

Kwaang!

The door of Zhaoyue Inn opened as if it was about to break, and a man walked in.

The two, who turned their heads in surprise, shut their mouths in unison.

Black robes.

And the vivid plum pattern on the chest..

"……."

"……."

It's an uniform that they have heard so much about lately.

So that's... … .

'Mount Hua Sect?'

'N No way.'

Step, step, step.

Mount Hua's martial artist who shattered the door trudged toward them.

He looks a little skinny, but anyone can see that he has a solid body. And a face that even a guy can nod in awe. (Not accurate for this. I don’t want left an misunderstand that chung myung is handsome. The raw is 그리고 같은 사내가 봐도 준수하다고 고개를 끄덕일 수 있는 얼굴.)

But more impressive than that was the inevitable irritation on his face.

"Waiter!"

"Yes, sir!"

The waiter rushed to the martial artist.

"Food!"

"…Yes?"

"Food!"

"Ah, yes! Which one do you want?"

"A hundred and twenty servings full of meat!"

"O One hundred and twenty?"

"Forty people! Hurry up!"

‘There are 40 people, but it's 120 serving? What's wrong with the calculation?’

"Hurry up!"

"Huh? Oh... Yes! I see!"

"And!"

Mount Hua's martial artist grabbed the shoulder of the waiter as he was about to turn.

"Alcohol! Anything is fine. The coolest drink in this establishment."

"Yep! I'll get it to you right now!"

"Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

As the waiter ran to the kitchen, he twisted his neck from side to side and trudged away. Then he sat down at the table next to the two men who were talking.

"Here you go! Sir!"

"Good!"

Mount Hua's martial artist, who snatched the liquor, gulps down the bottle.

"Wow!"

The man, who put down the bottle with a cool face, wiped his mouth with his sleeves and shouted.

"That's how you live!"

Only then did the man whose expression was relieved seem to be thinking about something and turned his head.

Flinch.

Flinch.

The two men, who were looking at the Mount Hua warrior who appeared out of the blue, shrank in surprise as soon as they met the eyes.

Even if they wait, the eyes of the martial artist are not retracted, so the rat-like man opened his mouth carefully.

"By the way……."

"What?"

"…What's wrong with you?"

"No, well."

Crack. Crack.

Mount Hua's martial artist twisted his neck left and right and grinned.

"Listen, I think you're talking about a very interesting story. So what's wrong with Mount Hua?"

"……."

The rat-like man coughed low.

"Hmm. Are you a disciple of Mount Hua?"

"Yes, I happen to be the disciple of Mount Hua."

"……."

The rat-like man rolled his little eyes with a slightly perplexed face.

However, he quickly managed his expression and answered in a calm tone, perhaps because he had experience in rolling in Kangho.

"Um, I think there was a misunderstanding. I didn't mean to disparage your sect. I was just trying to say that the Mount Hua Divine Dragon was a little overrated……."

"Oh, really?"

"That's right. Misunderstanding..."

Mount Hua's martial artist suddenly rises from his seat with a bottle of alcohol.

The rat-like man asked, a little perplexed.

"…...why are you getting up?"

"Oh, as I misunderstood something, I think you misunderstood something, so I'm going to let you know properly."

"What?"

Mount Hua's martial artist smiles.

"Do you happen to know what my name is?"

"…How am I supposed to know that."

"Then keep that in mind. My name is Chung Myung."

"Chu-Chung Myung. Good name……."

‘Wait a minute...’

‘Chung Myung?’

‘Chung Myung?’

The rat-like man's eyes popped out.

"The-Then you?"

"Yes, he's the one who's overrated."

"……."

The cheeks are trembling.

Cold sweat was dripping down his back, and his legs were shaking even when he was sitting.

But instead of despairing easily, the rat-like man desperately rolled his head.

If you get caught gossiping about your opponent in Kangho, you have nothing to say even if the opponent draws a sword and starts a life-and-death fight. Those honor-crazy Kango people would never put up with it.

"Ha... haha. To meet the world famous Divine Dragon...…."

"Why are you shaking so much? Actually, that's true. I didn't do anything, but I was a bit overrated. I haven't really shown anything yet. Hehehe."

"……."

At the unexpected reaction, the rat-like man narrowed his eyes.

‘Are he being sarcastic?’

‘I don't think so.’

‘Then…….’

'Are he saying that he is a true Taoist?'

And he looked at Chung Myung again.

How many people can acknowledge the fact and be humble even after hearing a disparaging remark about themselves?

The slightly flushed rat-like man spoke humbly.

"I'm so ashamed for it, Mount Hua Divine Dragon. Being a senior in Kangho showed me being uglier. I am none one other than Jo Malsaeng, who is called Quick Rat (쾌서(快鼠)) in Kangho. As an apology, I would like to offer a drink to the Mount Hua Divine Dragon, so please accept the apology."

"Oh, it's okay. Actually, what's the problem? It's not something to apologize about. Don't worry."

Chung Myung smiled brightly, and Jo Malsaeng was truly amazed.

‘Are you saying that true Mount Hua has been resurrected?'

As a dignified disciple of Taoism, there is no shame in words and deeds.

The admiring Jo Malsaeng was about to speak.

"However."

"…… hm?"

"Even though I am."

"……."

Chung Myung tilted his head and looked at Jo Malsaeng.

"Where there is no root?"

"……."

At that moment, Jo Malsaeng saw it.

Chung Myung's eyes, which had the infinitely gentle smile of a Taoist until just a moment ago, glistened with life.

"Mo-Mount Hua Divi……."

Ppaa.

And Jo Malsaeng’s words didn't continue any longer.

It was because Chung Myung hit his forehead with a bottle of alcohol that he was holding.

"Keuruk!"

Jo Malsaeng grabbed his head and went over to the side.

The strange thing is that the bottle did not break, let alone crack, even though the martial artist slapped him so hard that he fell over.

The mouth of the horse-like man who was watching the situation from the side opened wide.

‘No, no matter how much he say, do you usually hit people like that out of the blue?'

‘And you call yourself a Taoist disciple?’

‘You're the worst!’

Chung Myung drank the liquor and held the bottle upside down with a loud groan.

"Is this yangban swearing at Mount Hua in front of me?"

The fallen Jo Malsaeng's legs trembled.

"You don't seem to know what without foundation thing is. Come on! I'm going to show you how far a person with no foundation can go today. Take a good look at it."

"Hiiiik!"

"Foundation? Foundation? This is Mount Hua's foundation, you bastard!"

"Sa-Save me!"

It was the greatest misfortune of Jo Malsaeng's life to meet the least Taoist person in the world.

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*note

I was confused… Malsang means horse-like figure. Jwisang mean rat-like figure. So why rat-like man named Mal-saeng lol. I might be wrong tho kekeke. And I was right after all. I was about to change rat-like man to Jwisang and horse-like man to Malsang but stopped. 

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