Chapter 270

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 270. Do you want me to show you what a real accident is? (5)

At those words, some of the Elders coughed lowly.

When the container is full, the water is bound to overflow.

In recent years, it has become more common for the sects of Kangho, who have recovered the power of the past, to collide with the surrounding sects. Now that they have built up enough strength, they are starting to pursue the domain of other sects.

There has been no serious situation as they are still saving face from each other, but if it goes on like this, a big accident will happen someday.

"That's why I hope that this Murim Competition will allow all sects to have a good relationship with each other. The responsibility of those who gathered here is enormous."

It was a soft tone that did not assert authority.

"Of course, Senior Bangjang."

Therefore, the authority is more alive. A warm and gentle atmosphere continued.

At that time, one person calmly opened his mouth.

"I dare to ask Senior Bangjang."

Everyone's eyes are focused on one place.

Red face and long black beard.

The phrase "Guan Yu" suits him well. It was Heo Do-Jin, Wudang Sect’s Sect Leader.

"If the Senior Sect Leader of Wudang Sect has anything to say (teach/enlighten), then please feel free to do so."

"How can I teach others, such a word is wasted on me.”

Heo Do-Jin looks at Bop Jeong quietly.

As the two giants leading Kangho faced each other, the air in the hall became heavy in an instant.

"It's really good that Senior has brought together many sects for the meeting. First of all, thank you for doing something that I didn't dare to think of because of my lacking vessel."

"How can Senior Sect Leader of Wudang Sect discusses vessel with me. This monk is embarrassed."

"I can't thank you enough for saying that. It's just that…."

His eyes, full of passion, stare exactly at Bop Jeong.

"I don't think Senior Bangjang held this kind of event just to have a meeting. Maybe there was a reason to bring all the world's most prestigious sects together in one place.…."

Bop Jeong smiled vainly as he looked at Heo Do-Jin, who slightly blurred the end of his words.

"Sect Leader has a deep heart. I don’t even dare to follow it. Amitabha Buddha."

"Then…?"

Bop Jeong nodded heavily.

"I was going to tell Sect Leaders after the competition. But now that the situation has come to this, I'll tell you here."

Bop Jeong recited Buddha’s name. The bodies of those who saw the gloomy faces were filled with strength.

"I heard that there was a movement found in Daesan."

"Magyo!"

"Daesan!"

Daesan.

100,000 mountains. (In case you forgot, the headquarter of Magyo aka Demon Cult.)

Heo Do-Jin asked Bop Jeong with his complexion hardened.

"Is that true?"

"Beggar Union found the trace in Daesan."

"Hmm, it means that the disorganized Magyo has begun to move again."

"Amitabha Buddha."

Bop Jeong once again chanted.

"As everyone here knows, Kangho has not completely defeated Magyo. We just cut off the head of their leader and made them retreat."

Hyun Jong, who was quietly listening to their conversation in the corner, closed his eyes quietly.

‘Did they retreat?'

No, that's not true.

Magyo, who lost Heavenly Demon, stormed into Mount Hua for revenge.

The war may have ended in Hundred Thousand Mountains, but the war at Mount Hua is not over.

But the devastating battle that took place in Mount Hua is not even mentioned in Kangho history.

Even those who know the past are closing their eyes as if the horrible blood incident does not exist.

Hyun Jong of the past would not have endured this conversation.

But now he can.

'Just as we regain our lost strength, we can also recover the lost past.'

Hyun Jong clenched his fist and listened quietly to their conversation.

"In other words, Magyo did not lose all their strength and retreat. They were just looking forward to the future. I'm sure everyone here knows."

"Hum, that's right. Bangjang."

"It's a fact that we can't ignore."

Bop Jeong looked at everyone with serious eyes and said.

"We haven't found any signs of their development yet. We just witnessed some Believers. However, it is significant that Magyo have returned to the Hundred Thousand Mountains that they left behind. It could be they're preparing for another war."

The atmosphere subsided heavily.

Magyo.

If one doesn't feel the weight of the name, they don't dare to sit here.

"We need to be prepared."

Bop Jeong nodded at Heo Do-Jin's words.

"But it's still just a guess."

"If it's about Magyo, it's not something to take lightly, is it?"

"That's why we have you here."

Bop Jeong chanted and speaks with serious eyes.

"Maybe it's time for Kangho to join forces again. So please put aside your personal grudges and strengthen our friendship through this competition. Don't forget that everyone is a member of Kangho even though they live under different names. Amitabha Buddha."

Everyone nodded still at Bop Jeong's words.

But it was hard to tell what they were thinking inside.

Heo Do-Jin narrows his eyes and looks at Bop Jeong.

‘A sign of Magyo.'

If it's true, it's indeed dangerous.

But no one here would be so naive to think that the whole event began simply out of concern for Magyo.

'It must mean that they want to take the initiative again.'

Through the justification of the birth of Magyo and their ability when showing off at the Murim Competition, they must want to once again solidify the position of the Big Head of Murim.

'It's not going to go as Great Monk wants.'

Heo Do-Jin's eyes sank low and lower.

"From tomorrow, we will hold a stage show for Murim Competition. Everyone knows that since ancient times, a sparring competition has been a good place to confirm each other's achievements and build friendships."

"Yes, Bangjang."

"I hope this sparring competition will also be a good place to build friendships with each other. Amitabha Buddha."

The Sect Leaders who gathered nodded with friendly faces.

But none of them considered tomorrow's competition as a mere social gathering.

It is difficult to determine the high and low of the sect.

Unless a war between a two sect really breaks out and they stab each other with a sword, one can only vaguely guess the opponent's skills.

For such sects, the sparring competition, even the second-class disciples, becomes a great proxy for war.

The teacher's skills can be determined through the disciple's skills.

Surely tomorrow's Murim Competition will be an important place to reshape the ranks of the sects in the world.

'The winning sect will hold all the glory of Kangho for a while.'

Everyone's eyes were filled with eagerness.

Except for one person.

* * *

The next morning.

After completing the preparation, Mount Hua's disciples gathered in front of their residence. Hyun Jong stood in front of them and looked down at the lined-up disciples.

"So."

He coughed loudly.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Baek Chun answered with foresight as a representative. Hyun Jong smiled proudly when he saw the magnificent appearance.

"Today's spar will be a good experience for you. That's why I have to say something to you."

Everyone listened carefully and waited for Sect Leader's next words.

“Will it make any difference if you win?”

"……."

Everyone's eyes were shaken with doubt.

Looking at the eyes, Hyun Jong said calmly.

"And will losing make any difference?"

Only then did Baek Chun nod his head still.

He thinks he knows what Hyun Jong means now.

Hyun Jong shakes his head quietly.

"Winning or losing is not important. It is not important to produce results in this competition. The efforts you have made while preparing for this competition are several times more important than the results."

Hyun Jong continues his words with serious eyes.

"I'm not trying to say that the process is important and the outcome is worthless. If you win this competition, you will be given the honor. But the previous efforts have given you skills. I hope you'll be the ones who pursue skills, not vain honor."

"I'll keep that in mind! Sect Leader!"

"Yes, yes. That's good."

Hyun Jong nods his head.

"There's nothing good about an old man holding on to those who are going to the battlefield. No matter what the outcome is, you are my proud disciples and the proud disciples of Mount Hua. Don't forget that."

"Yes!"

Hyun Jong turns his head slightly.

"Mugak-ju."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

"Say something. You and Un Gum deserve to talk."

Hyun Sang hesitated with a slightly perplexed face, and then looked at everyone.

"Focus on using all of your abilities. Defeat with all your might will lift you up. However, the failure to do everything in one's power leaves nothing but regret.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"Um, this is hard for me, Sect Leader. Un Gum will finish."

Upon hearing the words, Un Gum quietly stepped forward.

As he steps out, the eyes of the disciples change.

Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang are the Elders of the sect for them, but Un Gum are different. It is Un Gum who will be called their true teacher in Mount Hua.

"What is a sword?"

"Sword is the Tao!"

"What is the Tao?"

"Tao is just Tao!"

"Then what is a sword?"

"Sword is just a sword!"

Un Gum smiled.

"Yes, a sword is just a sword. The sword you've heard so far and the sword you've heard today are no different. Trust the sword and trust yourself. Then the training that you have done so far will answer you."

Everyone nods their heads.

Then Hyun Young suddenly came forward and said to the three.

"Then let's go."

"Huh?"

Then, he led Hyun Jong and Hyun Sang blindly and began to walk toward the sparring stage.

"Un Gum, follow us, too."

"Yes, Elder."

Hyun Sang speaks as if he were dumbfounded.

"What about the kids? Aren't we taking the kids?"

"Well, just follow me. We can go first, why do we have to go together?"

"Huh? Huh?"

When Sect Leader and other Elders were dragged away by Hyun Young's hand, a person trudged out of the back.

"……."

Everyone looked at him as he stepped forward with gloomy eyes.

Of course, it was Chung Myung.

"What the Sect Leader said. Uh, I mean...What did he say?"

He tilted his head for a moment and shrugged.

"Well, whatever."

And he glanced over everyone.

With the exception of a few, there was also a sign of nervousness. The expression is stiff and the whole body looks stiff.

Chung Myung grinned at the sight.

'It's understandable.'

Except for a few who were with  Chung Myung, they have little experience fighting in front of other sects.

They couldn't show their skills properly because they were frozen in the Conference (Hwajong), but fighting in front of so many people can only make their legs tremble.

"Who do you think you're going to win there?"

"……."

Mount Hua's disciples looked back at each other.

"You don't have any names in thought, do you?"

"……."

‘‘What are we gonna do when you're gonna kill the winner?’’

Everyone's eyes turned sour.

Chung Myung continued nonchalantly.

"But why are you nervous? They can't even win anyway."

"What, dude?"

"Don't worry. You can be nervous. You don't have to relax."

"……Huh?"

Chung Myung smiles.

"I've made sure you can't lose even if you are nervous. If you want to lose, try then. It's not easy to lose at this point."

Mount Hua's disciples laughed despondently.

Everyone here knows that those are not just empty words. Because they have literally practiced to death.

"Can you see the people gathered over there?"

When Chung Myung pointed towards the sparring stage side, Baek Chun answered as a representative.

"Yeah."

"Let's go show them."

"……."

"What kind of Mount Hua Sect they forgotten."

The words set fire to the hearts of Mount Hua's disciples.

"Let's go! To regain the seat of the world's best Sword Sect."

There was no answer.

Behind Chung Myung, who takes a shuddering step, Mount Hua's disciples follow resolutely.

Chung Myung didn't look as simple as usual today.

The will he had been holding for a long time brushed over his firm face.

‘You're forgetting, aren't you?'

Do they forget about Mount Hua?

'It's okay. I'll make sure you all remember clearly now.'

‘I'll engrave the word Mount Hua on your head so you won't forget it forever.’

‘What kind of sect Mount Hua was and is...….’

Chung Myung turns around and looks at the second and third-class disciples. Then he lifted his head and glanced at the sky.

'Honestly, it's a little different than before, but...….'

‘I'm sure it's all right. This is...….’

- It's so different, you punk!

‘Oh, please be quiet!’

‘If you feel wronged, come back to life then!’

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*note

Whew, just for the head and cost countless sects. Even prominent figures like Chung Myung and Tang Bo, etc. Now I contempt these ten great sects even more.  Isn’t what Chung Myung and others do is basically Blitzkrieg? And then even with the countless risks, the attack was succeeded but these people is…. And I wonder what Gaebang thinks of this…. Didn’t it was said they lost countless members of their sect…

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