Chapter 277

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 277. I am the one who will become Mount Hua Sect Leader. (2)

It seems that the whole body is saying that this is what blade-like momentum is like.

‘Hyung-nim.’

Baek Chun looked at Jin Geum Ryong with a slightly complicated mind.

His brother.

And once his goal.

Once for him, Jin Geum Ryong was a wall that could not be crossed, a goal that had to be overcome one day.

But in just three years, their relationship has changed so much.

Step, step.

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes are on Baek Chun as he ascends to the stage.…. No, to be exact, it was fixed to Chung Myung sitting next to Baek Chun.

"Where are you looking now?"

The opponent, who came up to the stage first and was waiting, expressed displeasure and snapped.

But even after hearing those words, Jin Geum Ryong did not avert his eyes. He was just staring at Chung Myung with eyes filled with cold heat.

"Hey! Jin Geom...…."

Jin Geum Ryong said coldly without turning his head.

"Don't disturb me, punk."

"…what?"

Qingcheng's Wang Sang-bo, called Cho Muraegi, glared at Jin Geum Ryong with furious eyes.

"How arrogant of you! I'll have to see if the word comes back against my sword."

Only then does Jin Geum Ryong's gaze turn to his opponent.

Then he twisted his mouth and smiled.

It was an eerie smile.

Wang Sang-bo, who got goosebumps all over his body, stepped back without realizing it.

Jin Geum Ryong's lips opened.

"Check it."

"This……."

"There's nothing to worry about. I'll deal with you properly. I know."

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes turn to Chung Myung again.

His lips curl up even more when he sees Chung Myung eating mooncakes.

“I have to overcome you and climb up… I have to defeat all the people I meet and climb up, so that I can meet that devil again.”

"……."

Pressed by Jin Geum Ryong's cold and chilling spirit, Wang Sang-bo could not answer and grabbed the sword in his hand tightly.

Gong Cho frowned slightly, realizing that the atmosphere on the stage was unusual.

"How can Southern Edge Sect's disciples live like this?'

It's like a living of Black Taoist.

Gong Cho tried to turn a blind eye to the slight influx of anxiety. In any case, it was not possible to stop the spar just for this reason.

"Start!"

Instead, after giving the signal, he did not retreat as quickly as before and maintained an appropriate distance. So that in case of an emergency, he can jump straight onto the stage.

Jin Geum Ryong slowly drew his sword.

Sreureuk.

It was just the sound of a sword being pulled out, but strangely, the sound pierced his ears eerily.

Wang Sang-bo's shoulders shrank a little more at the intrusive feeling.

"Dana!" (Mean elegance, grace, refinement.)

Qingcheng's martial artist, who felt Wang Sang-bo's condition was unusual, shouted words of encouragement.

Only then did Wang Sang-bo nod slightly and took a stance.

Just as the body follows the heart, the heart follows the body. As he takes on his familiar swordsmanship, the suppressed mind begins to slowly loosen.

'There's nothing to be afraid of.'

Although his opponent is Jin Geum Ryong, it has already been two years since he made a name for himself.

Had he not even heard his name since he lost to Mount Hua Divine Dragon?

'This year is the time when the world will be shaken.'

The fame of two years ago is nothing more than an illusion for their age. What matters is their current skills.

He tried to push away the creepiness that kept flooding in and turned away.

Finally, he raised his sword and aimed at Jin Geum Ryong.

"I'll learn a few things..."

"You have nothing to learn from me."

Jin Geum Ryong stretched his sword.

"You won't even know how you lose."

Wang Sang-bo hardened his face and raised his internal strength. He doesn't have to exchange words with someone he can't communicate with.

He was just about to run towards Geum Ryong.

"Have you ever seen a sea of petals?"

"……."

‘What's he saying?’

Wang Sang-bo frowned. No matter how much he looks at it, it's normal.….

"Let me show you."

Jin Geum Ryong raised his sword and aimed at Wang Sang-bo.

Pareureu.

At the same time, Jin Geum Ryong's sword tip began to shake.

‘Petals?’

At that moment, Wang Sang-bo saw it.

The white petals bloom at the edge of Jin Geum Ryong's sword.

One and two blooming flowers rise up into the air.

‘Sword Art? A sword like that in Southern Edge Sect...…?'

But there was no more time to think.

This is because the petals that have bloomed flew all at once toward Wang Sang-bo with fierce strong winds.

"Ugh!"

Wang Sang-bo unwittingly faced the wind.

In a moment, everything in front of him was covered with white petals. When he was panicked and tried to back off, the back was full of white petals.

Front, back, left, and right.

There are petals everywhere he can see. As if the world was filled with petals.

'N-No!'

Realizing that he would not even be able to use his hands if it continued like this, Wang Sang-bo clenched his fists and swung his sword towards the swirl of petals in front of him.

But.

Kakakang!

The delicate and light petals deflected his sword as if it were made of steel.

Wang Sang-bo's eyes were wide open with shock.

'H-How....'

At that moment.

Hwaak!

The petals surrounding him flew towards him at once.

"Aaargghh!”

A terrible scream rang out.

A white petal shaped sword energy was embedded all over Wang Sang-bo's body.

"Go!"

Paaang.

With a loud shout, a wind blowing from somewhere blew away the petals that were attacking Wang Sang-bo.

"Ugh..."

Wang Sang-bo stumbled a couple of times with unfocused eyes and fell to the ground.

Thud.

His blue robe was instantly stained with crimson blood.

"This……."

Gong Cho, who stormed into the spar, glared at Jin Geum Ryong with anger in his eyes. But reprimand can come later.

First of all, it was a priority to look at the details of the wounded.

"Um……."

Gong Cho, who examined Wang Sang-bo's condition, bit his lips slightly.

Jin Geum Ryong seeing the scene, smiled coldly.

"You don't have to be so angry with just a skin wound, right?"

"……."

Gong Cho glared at Jin Geum Ryong with eyes full of anger.

Jin Geum Ryong's atmosphere was real. And it is also true that he did not go easy on his opponent even though it was just a spar.

However, as he said, Wang Sang-bo only suffered a lot of light cuts.

The situation might have been different if Gong Cho hadn't invaded, but this alone is not enough justification to disqualify him.

"Is Southern Edge Sect abandoning their Tao?"

"Is there a need to discuss things as big as abandoning Tao in a children’s match? I just do my best."

Gong Cho bit his lips. Jin Geum Ryong gently twisted the corners of his mouth and asked leisurely.

"What's the result?"

"……This is Southern Edge Sect's Jin Geum Ryong's victory."

As the declaration fell, loud cheers poured out onto the stage.

Gong Cho's eyebrows frowned.

But it is not to blame the cheering crowd. They won't be able to see it from there. Jin Geum Ryong's mindfulness and cruelty in his method.

Those who watch from afar will only see the result that Jin Geum Ryong toppled Wang Sang-bo with a splendid sword.

Jin Geum Ryong turned his head slowly as he listened to the pouring cheers. Of course, Chung Myung was where his gaze was directed.

Sharp eyes.

Chung Myung shrugs his shoulders and smirks at the eyes full of hatred and malice.

Yoon Jong, who was next to him, said.

"I think he is looking at you."

"That's right."

"Don't you think he has gotten a lot stronger than in the Conference?"

"I guess so."

"You don't even care?"

"Did I?"

"……."

Yoon Jong shakes his head. It's even stranger that this guy cares about Jin Geum Ryong. He wouldn't care even if Southern Edge Sect Sect Leader came.

Chung Myung picked up the mooncake and push it into his mouth.

He couldn't help but smirk as he chewed on the mooncake that came into his mouth.

‘It's completely broken.'

Jin Geum Ryong's sword is twice as splendid and sharper than before. On the surface, it is several times stronger than at the Conference.

'On the surface it is.'

But that's the result of chasing an illusion.

Southern Edge Sect's sword is neither flashy nor sharp.

A sword that is honest in its own right. That's Southern Edge Sect's sword.

With the sword that mimics the shell of Mount Hua, the strength of the formula can be pursued, but it can never reach the Tao.

As long as Southern Edge Sect’s martial art has lost its original intention, Southern Edge Sect will slowly lose its light. So in the end, they will not be able to keep even the prestigious name.

The poison planted by Chung Myung stained Southern Edge Sect more than he thought.

‘I feel a little guilty.'

Of course, considering what Southern Edge Sect did to Mount Hua, he can't get rid of his anger even if he chews them alive.

However, seeing Southern Edge Sect falling apart faster than expected, he felt a little guilty no matter how much Chung Myung was.

- Where's your conscience, you bastard?

"Oh, don't show up if I don't call!"

"Huh?"

"No."

Chung Myung waved his hand lightly.

Jin Geum Ryong turned and descended the stage.

"It looks like you've made a bit of effort, but……."

Chung Myung smiles and turns his head.

“In that way, even you can’t beat Dongryong.”

"……."

"Isn't that right? Dongryong......"

Baek Chun sprang up and pressed Chung Myung's temples.

"Sasuk! Sasuk, you punk! Sasuk!"

"Ah! Dongryong is attacking a person! Argh!"

"Hngg.”

Baek Chun sighed deeply.

No matter how many mistakes he made in his life, it was a fatal mistake to give this guy his name.

Chung Myung, who escaped from Baek Chun, glared his eyes as if he were unfair.

"How could you be ashamed of the name your parents gave you!"

"…Please close that mouth. Please."

Baek Chun sighed as the match continued.

"Heeeeaaaad!"

"What?"

Kwaaang!

"……."

Tang So-so, who glanced at the opponent who fell to the ground, turns her head and looks at Gong Cho.

"Thi-This match is Tang So-so’s! The victory of Mount Hua's Tang Soso!"

"Uoooh!"

"Mount Hua has won again!"

"I think I just heard something strange. Didn't she just say head?"

"Ei, no way. You must have heard it wrong. Would a famous disciple who came here speak such a word?"

"Is that so?"

"By the way, aren't the women's martial artists at Mount Hua really great? Earlier, the women martial artist called Yoo Iseol completely smashed their opponents."

"…don’t you think she is the most aggressive Mount Hua sword warrrior?"

"Right?"

Tang So-so, who bravely came down from the stage, came right in front of Yoo Iseol and bent her waist at a right angle.

"Sago! We won!"

"Good job. Sit down."

"Yes!"

Tang So-so quickly sat next to Yoo Iseol.

Yoo Iseol then opened her mouth with her eyes fixed on the stage.

"A gap in the side."

"Yes!"

"When you step on the left side. Your back is empty. Be conscious next time."

"Yes! I'll keep that in mind, Sago!"

"Your Sahyung is stronger than you. You were chosen as the representative because of the possibility. If you fail early, your Sahyung will be unjustified. You must win even by biting your pants."

"Even if I die, I will win!"

Baek Chun looked awkward as he listened to their conversation.

'No, you don't have to go that far, guys.….'

Strangely enough, it's hard to intervene in their conversation.

'But it's really amazing.'

Tang So-so, of course, is the weakest among the disciples of Mount Hua who came here as a representative. Among those who remain in the main mountain, there are those who are stronger than Tang So-so.

But this isn't just a place to prove force.

If they arrange the group according to skills, the third-class disciples, including Yoon Jong and Jo-Gol, would not have been a representative. Even if they rot, second-class disciples are still stronger than third-class disciples.

Nevertheless, the reason why the third-class disciples were chosen as representatives is that it is a place to prove themselves, but also to gain experience.

Although she has been training steadily by taking good elixir as the daughter of the Tang Family, she has become a powerful disciple among the third-class disciples in just six months. She couldn't be left out if they was seeking for growth through experience.

That's why Hyun Jong put Tang So-so as the representative after much consideration.

‘She’s still doing well.’

Of course, compared to the other disciples of Mount Hua, the victory was harder, and the luck was very good, but anyway, it is a great thing to attain a victory.

"Sago! When I used Seven Star Step (칠성보(七星步)), my toes feel not smooth at all. Am I doing something wrong?"

"Imagination (상상결(上上結). /Sasanggyeol). Instead of stepping on it, let it slides. Step on the ground thinking it's empty."

"Oh, that's it!"

Baek Chun smiled a little as Tang So-so clinging to Yoo Iseol's side asking questions.

‘It's a good thing.'

Thanks to Tang So-so's talking to her naturally, Yoo Iseol feels a little softer than in the past.

A sect must be moving forward with a good influence on each other.

So…….

"I'm hungry! When are we going to eat?"

"……."

‘Ah.’

‘Except for him.’

* * *

The atmosphere of the Murim Competition was definitely different from the first day.

A more drastic martial art was performed than the first day, and the strong martial artist of each sect, who had been crouching while observing the situation, began to slowly reveal themselves.

Namgung Family's Broken Mountain Sword, Namgung Dohui.

Southern Edge Sect's Jin Geum Ryong.

Wudang’s Jin Hyun also won, and Peng Cheolseong (팽철성(彭鐵城)), the Sword Dragon (도룡(刀龍)) of Hebei Peng Family, showed remarkable performance.

But despite the fierce battle, Mount Hua's disciples won without losing a single one of their representatives.

"……Isn't this really how we're all going to the finals?"

Yoon Jong smirks at Jo-Gol's words.

"Usually, when that happens,

'Isn't this how we're going to win?'

Isn't that what you supposed to say?"

"No. He'll win anyway."

Yoon Jong nods as Jo-Gol looks at ‘that guy.’.

"That's true."

Five Dragon or whatnot, there is no one who can stop Chung Myung at the level of second-class disciples. They can't even imagine it.

"But you can't be arrogant."

Baek Chun speaks in a slightly subdued voice.

"We are challengers. There is no guarantee that the match will continue to work out as well as it does now. From tomorrow, there will be someone who loses. Everyone, try to be on the right track."

"Yes, Sasuk!"

It was just when Baek Chun nodded satisfactorily.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocks on the front door.

Baek Chun got up from his seat.

"Sahyung, let me...…."

"No, I'll go."

Baek Chun walked lightly to the entrance and opened the door.

"Who……."

Baek Chun's mouth shut.

There were two people standing at the entrance.

One is Jin Geum Ryong.

And the other one...….

"…Father."

Jin Cho-baek (진초백(陣初伯)), the elder of the Southern Edge Sect and the father of Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Cho-baek, who was staring at Baek Chun with subdued eyes, opened his mouth in a low voice.

"Can I talk to you for a moment?"

Baek Chun bit his lower lip.

"Yes."

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