Shaolin is one of the largest temples in the world.
The status of Shaolin in Kangho is huge, but the status of Shaolin in Jungwon is just as great.
Ever since the Dharma introduced Zen Buddhism to Jungwon, Shaolin become an unwritten sacred place and the most visited temple in the world.
Of course, its scale is also so huge that it cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
But the huge Shaolin temple was now full of people with no room to step on.
"Ah! Don't push!"
"I'm going to fall, you guys!"
"Who brought the chair? Bringing a chair to this small place? Are you out of your mind?!"
Many people came to participate in the sparring but compared to those who came to see the fight, it was a huge difference.
"Do I have to watch it like this?"
"You don't understand! There hasn't been a competition like this in a hundred years! If you don't see it now, there's no guarantee you'll see it again for the next hundred years! Even if your neck is broken, you should watch it!"
From the first day of the competition, Shaolin was filled with no space to walk. Because of this, even after all the 1,000 Shaolin monks were mobilized, they had a hard time controlling the people.
"Wow, there are so many people."
Jo-Gol looked around with his eyes wide open.
The places where the participants of the match waited and the places where the spectators were located were completely distinguished by red lines. Thanks to this, the sects who participated in the sparring event were able to settle down comfortably without being pushed by the crowd.
"Is the match will be done on that stage?"
"That's right."
Jo-Gol narrowed his eyes at Yoon Jong's answer and looked at the stage.
"It's smaller than I thought. I thought it would be different because it's Shaolin."
"Gol-ah."
"Yes, Sahyung."
"Look to the side."
"What?"
Jo-Gol's eyes turned sideways. In front of the densely packed crowd, he can see a few more stages similar to the stage in front of him.
"…Are we using all of that?"
"That's what it looks like."
"Why are they so...…."
Yoon Jong shrugged.
"There are nearly 20 sects that have received a platinum plaque. Then there will be 400 people who participate. If you include gold, silver, and copper, the number of participants will be well over a thousand."
"A thousand?!"
Jo-Gol opened his mouth wide.
Yoon Jong nods his head.
"That's why they need a plaque to differentiate. If they let everyone who wants to take part to participate, they'll have to play the preliminary round for three months and 15 days."
"Wow……."
It was Jo-Gol who realized the influence of the competition.
'By the way, there are a thousand participants.'
When are all those people going to get their turn?
"It seems that the preliminary round will be held over roughly two days. After the preliminary round, they said that we would move to the central Sparring Hall and hold the final. There will be around 100 people left in the final."
"A hundred people."
Jo-Gol grabbed the sword in his waist.
'I must make it within a hundred people.'
The goal is to go as high as possible, but the spar is not necessarily ranked
according to their skills.
If you meet the winner in the first round, isn't it the blind spot of this
match that the elimination of the first round becomes the final result?
What if there is a situation where you are eliminated in the early stage due to
bad luck?
'I don't want to imagine.'
That bastard will bite him all the time. Throughout the competition, all the
way back to Mount Hua, even back in Mount Hua!
"Right, if I lose, Chung Myung will try to grind me and drink…”
"Are you worried about
that?"
"What?"
"I'm afraid we’re going to fight the elite of the other sects, but that
doesn't seem to be a concern."
At Yoon Jong's words, Jo-Gol
peeked around the stage.
Disciples of prestigious sects who radiate beautiful eyes are all waiting with
eager faces. Just from the spirit of their performance, he could guess how they
had been training under the strict guidance of their sect.
If it were Jo-Gol in the past, he would have been discouraged by them.
They're disciples of a prestigious sect that he dare not compare with.
Is it a little different now?
‘Hardly.’
It's true that Mount Hua's status has risen greatly, but Jo-Gol has yet to
realize the changed status.
Because he is a disciple of Mount Hua, no one looks with envy, and no one gives
special treatment to him.
And yet...….
"Sahyung."
"What?"
"It sounds a little weird to say this, but don't they look so easy?"
Yoon Jong smirks as he glanced at the other participants.
"Of course, it looks easy."
"But they're disciples of prestigious sects."
“Is there any other guy like Chung Myung over there?”
“…there can’t be two such people in the world.” (Do.You.Want.To?)
"That's what I'm saying. Who's going to be scared when they live with
Chung Myung every day? Even if they see a monster with three heads, they would
love it since there is another two to break."
"Come to think of it...."
Thanks to Chung Myung, Mount Hua's disciples had no fear.
"So when does the match start?"
"There it is."
Yoon Jong pointed forward.
As he turned his eyes along with the gesture, he saw a Shaolin monk walking
over the stage.
He headed to the stage with a reverent attitude and looked at those gathered in
front of the stage.
The noisy hall becomes quiet in an instant with just that movement
Shaolin monk who drew the
attention opened his mouth with a heavy voice.
"I would like to express my gratitude to the disciples of each sect for
taking the time to participate in the sparring competition and those who came
to watch this Murim Competition performance. This monk name is Gong Cho (공초(空超)) of
Shaolin."
At the word "Gong Cho", the crowd began to murmur.
"That person is?"
"Motionless Fist (부동권(不動拳)) , Gong Cho!"
Among Shaolin's monks, Gong Cho is famous for his Fist Art. He was one of
Shaolin's representative masters, who dealt with numerous evil spirits with his
strong sense of justice and high martial art skills, even when Shaolin was
rarely making an appearance in Kangho.
Everyone was excited that such a person would host the competition himself.
"And I would like to thank the Sect Leader of each sect who grace the
event."
Gong Cho turned around and headed for a tall platform on one side of the stage.
On the podium, Sect Leaders from each sect who participated in the sparring
competition were sitting together.
They are greeted with thunderous cheers.
Yoon Jong grinned at the sight.
"Sect Leader must be in a good mood."
"No, Sahyung. I think he really uncomfortable."
"…is that so?"
Thinking about it, Hyun Jong wouldn't be familiar with that kind of position.
"Come to think of it, there is Southern Edge Sect’s Sect Leader sitting
next to him and Wudang’s Sect Leader sitting on the other side. He'll have a
stomachache just by drinking water over there."
"It is."
"Then we'll have to make that seat easier for him."
"Yes."
Just in time, Gong Cho shouted in a voice full of inner strength.
"From now on, we're going to start the Murim Competition! Those who are
called must come forward to the designated stage. The match assignment was made
fairly with the participation of each of the Sect Leaders, so we will not
accept any complaints!"
Baek Chun raised his hand and fastened his headband.
‘Here we go.’
Having taken a deep breath, he looks at the stage with sunken eyes. He can see
Southern Edge Sect gathered in front of another stage. There will also be Jin
Geum Ryong and his father.
"Huuuh."
Chung Myung peeked at Baek Chun and asked.
"You seem to be trembling?"
"Of course I am."
"Huh?"
It is more nonchalant acknowledgment than he thought and it made Chung Myung
tilt his head. Baek Chun said in a calm voice.
"How can I not tremble when I have the opportunity to show the world the
sword of Mount Hua? I'm so overwhelmed that it's hard to calm down."
"What?"
‘You know how to say pretty cool things, don't you?’
"Go easy, go easy. Don't make a mistake while trying hard."
"Chung Myung-ah."
"Someone like Sasuk sometimes falls down while trying to do well."
"Chung Myung-ah."
"Don't pretend you're not. Be calm."
"No, dude!"
"Huh?"
Baek Chun pointed slightly behind Chung Myung.
"He is calling you."
"Huh?"
Chung Myung looked back.
The Shaolin monk, who assisted the progression on the stage, was shouting with
his veins on his neck.
"Chung Myung of Mount Hua! Is there Chung Myung!? No, where the hell have
you gone? The match is starting!"
"Huh?"
"Chung Myung of Mount Hua! No? If not, I'll disqualify you!"
Surprised, he raised his hand quickly.
"Here! Here it is! Here!"
Then he ran up to the stage.
Shaolin raised his eyebrows and shouted.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Oh, I didn't go anywhere...…."
"Quickly stand on the stage! Your opponent has been waiting for you for a
long time!"
"Yes, yes."
Chung Myung ran and stood on one side of the stage. The opponent had already
settled down and was waiting for him.
"Hello….huh?"
Chung Myung, who confirmed his opponent, tilts his head.
"I think I've seen you somewhere. Have we ever met?"
"……."
Chung Myung's opponent.
Gwa Hwan-so, a great disciple of the Hainan Sect, shivered and gritted his
teeth.
"Darned Mount Hua, even if you ignore people, you're being too much! You
set things up two days ago and have forgotten about me already?"
"Oh…! That's you. I couldn't remember your face because you were beaten up
so quickly."
"This guy!"
Gwa Hwan-so trembles and takes a deep breath.
"Where did you sell your sword?"
"Huh?"
Chung Myung looks at his waist.
"Oh……."
Seeing that his waist was empty, Chung Myung checked his seat. Baek Chun holds
Chung Myung's sword and sighs deeply.
"Here you go."
Baek Chun threw the sword over to the stage. Chung Myung snatched the sword
from the air and fastened it around his waist.
Gwa Hwan-so said as if he was dumbfounded.
"I can't believe a swordsman left his sword behind. Did Mount Hua teach
you that?"
"I don't think you're good enough to be involved in other people's
educational policies."
"What! It's you first...!"
"Okay, let's get started."
Chung Myung cut off the word while twisting his neck left and right.
Crack. Crack.
He didn't think he'd come forward for the first performance, but this isn't bad
either.
On the opposite side, Gwa Hwan-so gritted his teeth and drew his sword.
Sreuruk.
"You running thunder naked without knowing heaven and earth. It turned out
better. I was waiting for a chance to get revenge on you Mount Hua bastards,
but Heaven is helping me. I'll let you know that Mount Hua is no match for
Hainan as long as I have a sword."
"Ah, yes. Try your best. I will cheer for you."
Gwa Hwan-so choked up and clenched his teeth.
But this time, he won’t be reckless.
‘Let's calm down.’
Haven't he already experienced what he got with his big mouth? There's no good
in getting involved for nothing.
If he has anything to show, he
can show it with a sword.
There was tension in all ten stages. However, the public's attention was
focused solely on Chung Myung and Gwa Hwan-so.
Those who are aware of the recent clash between Hainan and Mount Hua have no
choice but to watch the match.
"Hainan will get revenge, right?"
"I don't know! That Taoist named Chung Myung is the Divine Dragon! Divine
Dragon! Don't you know the most famous Divine Dragon?"
"Um? That young man is the Mount Hua Divine Dragon? He doesn't look that
strong"
"The good looks of a master are not revealed on the outside."
"Didn't the rumors just go too far?"
"Hey, isn't it something to know if you watch this match?"
Everyone looked at the stage with similar feelings.
One side is Mount Hua's rising master, Chung Myung.
And on the other side, Gwa Hwan-so, the great disciple of the Hainan Sect, who
pushed out Mount Hua and took a seat in the Ten Great Sect!
No matter how famous Mount Hua Divine Dragon is as the world's best rising
star, the great disciples of the Hainan Sect will never be easy.
"Let's start the match!"
With a loud cry, those on the stage began to move in unison.
'Restore the honor of the Hainan Sect!'
Gwa Hwan-so calmed down his excitement.
Never underestimate your opponent.
In that frivolous appearance, he doesn't feel the appearance of a master at
all, but there must be a trick since he was evaluated as the best rising star
in the world.
So calm down, calm down...….
‘Huh?’
Gwa Hwan-so's eyes were wide open.
Suddenly, the world is dark.
‘What?’
‘It's getting dark? The world?’
‘Witchcraft?' (The raw is 사술(邪術). Could be said sorcery too)
‘No.’
Gwa Hwan-so quickly realized it.
It wasn't that the world was darkened, but that something was blocking his
view.
Something shiny and dark filled his view.
'This?'
Fortunately, he quickly recognized its identity.
'It looks like a shoe sole.…?'
But unfortunately, it was too late.
Whoosh!
Chung Myung's feet are stuck in Gwa Hwan-so's face.
"Kkahhh.”
Gwa Hwan-so screamed like a pig and bounced straight back.
Swaeaek!
"Wha-What!"
"W-Wow!"
Other fighters performing on another stage are startled and avoid Gwa Hwan-so.
Gwa Hwan-so, who flew through the nine stages lined up behind him, was thrown
into the wall at the end of the hall.
Kuuung!
"……."
All the crowd looked at Gwa Hwan-so with blank eyes.
No, to be precise, they looked at the hole in the wall Gwa Hwan-so had drilled
with his whole body.
"……."
The martial artist, who was performing on other stages, lowered their weapons
and stared blankly at the big hole.
Before long, all eyes slowly moved to the stage where Gwa Hwan-so had
originally been. And finally, attention was drawn to Chung Myung.
Chung Myung murmured while shaking his hands.
"You’ve been beaten by Sasuk but you've lost your mind. How dare you to
have another thought when confronting me? I'm going to die."
Chung Myung clicked his tongue a couple of times turns his head and looks at
Gong Cho.
"I won, right?"
"……Huh?"
"It's over. Can I go down?"
"……ah, aah!"
Gong Cho nods widely and shouts.
"The first victory is Chung Myung Sohyup of the Mount Hua Sect!"
At the same time, there was a tremendous cheer throughout Shaolin, which was
momentarily silent.
"Uoooohhh!"
"Oh my God! In a single blow!"
"Mount Hua Divine Dragon! Mount Hua Divine Dragon!"
"Hahahaha! I can't believe the day has come when I see this kind of match
with my own eyes! It's the best! Mount Hua Divine Dragon!”
Chung Myung trudged down the stage with the whole hall shouting. And he stood
in front of the disciples.
"You saw it, didn't
you?"
"Huh?"
"You just have to do this."
"……."
‘……That's very helpful.’
‘Thank you so much, Chung Myung. ‘
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