Return of The
Mount Hua – Chapter 281. Life is
supposed to be unfair (1)
"Heaaaad!"
Mount Hua's momentum was unstoppable.
Of course, blowing away opponents with a single strike, as they did in the first preliminary round, is now rare.
Basically, the opponents are now beginning to be wary of the disciples of the Mount Hua Sect, and only the strong have survived.
But Mount Hua's disciples managed to sweep their opponents away, not allowing a single defeat until the last day of the preliminary round.
It's very pleasant.
He felt like things piled up in his heart were being pierced.
Wei Lishan, who was looking at the scene with a happy face, smacked his lips with a face that something was caught.
'It's all good.'
It's all really good.
But why…….
"Do you call that a sword? You should come to Mount Hua and climb a cliff, too!"
"Where are you sticking your head in front of me?"
"Waist! Waist! Waist! Waist! Ankle!"
"Are you avoiding this? Did you avoid it? Come on, let's go crazy today!"
"……."
‘Why…….’
‘Why did they all end up like that? How did they get to that point?’
Wei Lishan recalled Mount Hua he visited in the past.
Although the old, half-collapsed temple hall showed the epitome of a ruined sect, the Taoists of Mount Hua who lived within it all had a Taoist appearance.
How much did he yearn for that bright and sunny look?
It wasn't just to uphold the support of his predecessors had been doing for Mount Hua. It was because the image of Mount Hua that he saw as a child remained so distinct and impressive.
But now, uh...….
"Good job! Head! Head!"
"……."
‘Acting like a happy child... No, he IS still a child. It's right that he's a child, but..!’
Anyway, looking at Wei So-haeng, which he loves so much, makes his stomach acting… … .
'I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this.'
The head expresses concern, but the chest heats up and the hips move naturally.
Seeing the disciples of Mount Hua unilaterally pushing the rising stars of the Great Five Family and the Ten Great Sect, which they were so afraid of, he wonders if this is a dream or a real life.
‘When did Mount Hua become so strong?'
Of course, Wei Lishan has already seen Chung Myung and his party's performance with his own eyes.
But this is a separate matter.
Regardless of their status, people with genius talents often appear in a sect. Such people raise the status of the sect and create a foundation for becoming famous.
In other words, people like Chung Myung and Baek Chun can appear anywhere without much effort or process.
It's certainly a good thing, but that alone doesn't prove the capacity of the sect.
But…….
‘Why is everyone so strong?'
They’re not going to lose?
At this competition?
Wei Lishan blinked his eyes.
It is not such a sloppy competition where people in the neighborhood gather and fight for a drop of alcohol. It is a sparring competition where the rising stars who are recognized as among the most prestigious sect in the world gather and fight.
But even though it's a preliminary round, is it possible not to lose a single round?
Wei Lishan looked around with blank eyes.
There was something else he couldn't understand. The only disciples who are excited about this ridiculous result are Huayin Sect's disciples.
Mount Hua's disciples just stared blankly with a blank faces to see if they took this for granted or if their colleagues were not interested in fighting.
Ttaak!
Yoon Jong, who hit the opponent's neck with his sword, speaks low while looking at the opponent that has fallen.
"It wasn't bad, but
you'll have to try a little harder."
Of course, it's not as easy to try as Mount Hua's disciples.
Yoon Jong came down from the stage in cheers.
"Really…… it's really cool!"
Wei So-haeng's eyes are hazy.
What a sight he had hoped for.
The image of Mount Hua's disciples breaking through many famous disciples and
making their name known to Kangho.
However, he was happy to see such a sight in real life, but he was also dazed.
Should he say it doesn't feel real?
‘How can everyone be so strong?'
Chung Myung and his party were originally strong. But he didn't think the other
disciples of Mount Hua would be this strong.
What's more...
'She won, too, didn't she?'
Wei So-haeng's eyes turned to Tang So-so, who sat next to him.
He heard it hasn't been long since she entered Mount Hua, but she is also the
same.
That fact gave Wei So-haeng hope.
‘Can I do that?'
He stared intently at Tang So-so.
Then, as she ate a jerky, she turned her head as if she felt the gaze.
"What?"
"N-No...It's not...…."
Wei So-haeng hesitated and rolled her eyes.
Then Tang So-so pulled the jerky basket on the side toward Wei So-haeng side
and moved it toward her.
"Don't go after other people's jerky. Your hands going to fly."
"……."
Then Yoo Iseol came back after finishing her match. Then Tang So-so jumped out
of her seat and ran with a wet towel and a bottle of water that she has
prepared in advance.
"Sago! Sago! Here!"
"Thank you."
"Hehe. Don't mention it."
Wei So-haeng smiled as he looked at Tang So-so who was showing a completely
different expression from when he looked at him.
‘Oh, she’s Mount Hua people.'
Anyone can tell she was Mount Hua’s. Anyone!
Chung Myung, who was sitting at the time, got up and yawned, stretching his
body.
"Oh, I'm bored. How much do we have left?"
"There's only one match left."
"Who is it?"
"Baek Sang."
Chung Myung nodded.
"If it's Baek Sang Sasuk, he'll be able to win easily."
"Right, he’s one of the strongest among the second-class disciples."
Baek Chun, Yoo Iseol, Yoon Jong, and Jo-Gol are people who walk on a completely
different levels within Mount Hua.
With the exception of the five, including Chung Myung, it was Baek Sang who
competed for the place of the strongest among Mount Hua's second-class
disciples.
They can't imagine Baek Sang losing when others won without a hitch.
"Tell him to finish it quickly. What kind of sparring is this
boring?"
"……."
The corners of Baek Chun's mouth trembled slightly.
Aside from the boredom of prestigious descendants fighting for honor, it is
clear that this guy really has something missing from his head.
"It'll be over soon. It's Baek Sang's turn if they over on that
stage."
"That stage?"
Chung Myung's eyes turned to the stage pointed by Baek Chun.
"Hum."
Chung Myung grinned as he saw a man holding a great sword on the stage.
"It's Namgung something."
"Yes, it's Mountain Breaking Sword." (Previously Break Mountain
Sword)
Baek Chun spoke in a low voice. Feeling the fighting spirit revealed in that
tone of voice, Chung Myung looked at the Mountain Breaking Sword with new eyes.
'He’s pretty strong.'
In the world, there must be someone who,
With their talents and origins, the giants aim for the one and only place under
Heaven.
That Mountain Breaking Sword,
Namgung Dohui, was such a man.
If it were not for Chung Myung, that name would surely have existed among those
who were fighting over the world's strongest martial artist.
"What do you think?"
"What?"
"Can you win?"
Baek Chun raised the corners of his lips slightly.
"Of course, I have to
compete to know...…."
"But?"
"…can’t."
Chung Myung tilted his head.
What is missing?
"I can't afford to lose. You damn bastard."
"Oh? Our Dongryong..."
Baek Chun drew his sword.
"No, Baek Chun Sasuk is full of confidence."
Chung Myung quickly changed his words and laughed.
"Sasuk. I have a question."
"Huh?"
"Can I ask you a question?"
Baek Chun looked at Chung Myung slightly dismayed. Maybe because of what he
have been through, he gets anxious when this guy comes out like this.
"…what is it?"
"Sasuk is Jin Dongryong, right?"
"It's Baek Chun!”
"Your brother is Jin Geum Ryong."
"……then?"
Chung Myung asks with a smile.
“Then there must be Silver Dragon too, right?” (Eunryong. In case you forgot,
Geum Ryong gold dragon, Dongryong Bronze Dragon.)
"……there is. My second brother."
"Really?"
“He probably wouldn’t have been chosen as the representative because he wasn’t
very talented in martial art.”
‘Oh my gosh, there was really silver dragon too.’
Chung Myung looked in the direction of Southern Edge Sect with a shivering eye.
"I don't know what kind of man Sasuk’s father is, but I know one thing.
Sasuk father's naming skills are like Asura's from hell."
"……I feel sad to have to sympathize with that."
Jin Dongryong... No, Baek Chun
closed his eyes tightly.
"Anyway, Sasuk. Don't let your guard down."
"Yes?"
"He's strong."
Chung Myung, who became a little serious before he realize it, looked at the
Mountain Breaking Sword and said.
"Genius show nonsense once in a while. Common sense is ignored such as the
strength of training, understanding of swords, and experience, and makes an
incomprehensible achievement."
"He's such a genius?"
"Probably.”
Baek Chun's eyes followed the man on the stage.
'Namgung Dohui.'
He has never heard Chung Myung evaluate others so generously..
Isn't Jin Geum Ryong, who Baek Chun thought as a lifelong wall and a genius who
he couldn't win even if he poured everything, treated like a worm by Chung
Myung?
But such a genius now...….
‘I'm getting angry.’
Baek Chun's eyes sank cold.
'I'll break it.'
It was when Baek Chun resolved his will. Chung Myung snuck in his face.
"Are you conscious of him?"
"How could I not be?"
"Ho? There's still Geum Ryong left, and you're conscious of what Namgung
is doing?"
"Hyung-nim is not a big deal."
It was an insignificant conversation. Chung Myung grinned.
"Oh. Our Baek Chun Sasuk is now learning how to speak arrogantly. Jin Geum
Ryong is now nothing."
"Huh? Did I say that?"
Baek Chun scratched the back of his head with a slightly awkward face.
"No, that's not what I meant.…."
"Sasuk."
"Yes?"
"Don't be arrogant."
"……."
Baek Chun flinched. Before he knew it, Chung Myung's eyes sank coldly.
"It's normal for frogs not to remember their tadpole days. Strong
people don't remember when they're weak. So they don't care about those who are
weaker than them."
"……."
"But among those frogs, the only ones that can be real goldfish are those
who remember that he was a tadpole."
Chung Myung, who had spoken up to that point, relaxed his face and shrugged.
"I know you'll feel good about being strong. But if you don't look under
your feet, you'll get caught by someone who crawls up. By then, your ankle will
fly away."
Baek Chun bit his lips slightly.
Now he was relieved, but every time Chung Myung made such a serious face, he
felt pressure as if his heart was tightening.
‘I know but at the same time
doesn’t know him.'
This is not simply a momentum that comes from strength. Should he say that it
is the dignity that comes from the man himself?
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Yes, you should. That's how our Dongryong...…. Hey! Why are you pulling
out your sword again!"
Baek Chun smiled and took his hand from the sword. And he asked.
"So you are a goldfish who always looks under himself?"
"What? Hey, what are you talking about? I'm not."
"Huh?"
Back Chun tilted his head at the sudden humility.
‘You're not?’
Then Chung Myung pointed at himself and stretched out his belly.
"I'm either a dragon or a phoenix. A dragon is a dragon even if it's a
baby."
"……."
"And Sasuk is a frog. Don't you understand?"
"……This punk?"
Baek Chun was about to strangle Chung Myung.
Kwaaang!
Dirt rose around the sparring stage with a loud sound.
After a while, when the dust began to settle, the figure of Namgung Dohui
standing proudly in the middle was seen.
"The winner is Namgung Dohui of Namgung Family!"
Namgung Dohui went down with an unimpressed look, as if he had won a very
natural victory.
"That's bad luck."
"Right. It's like someone from the old days."
"What did I do?"
"I didn't say anything, but here's someone with numb feet."
(Probably this: A guilty
conscience needs no accuser (literally, a thief’s legs go numb)) : The state in
which someone is automatically feeling uncomfortable if he/she has done
something wrong)
"Hnng."
Baek Chun couldn't say anything and groaned.
He couldn't deny it. Back in the past, Baek Chun would have won and come down
from the stage with that face.
"That man will come to his sense when his head is broken."
"Ho? Are you confident?"
"I have to, of course!"
Baek Chun clenched his teeth.
His ultimate goal is to beat Chung Myung. But he can't get caught in a place
like this.
"That's a good answer. But it's not just Namgung Dohui. There were some
really noticeable guys."
"…Really?"
Chung Myung nods his head.
"Maybe the finals will depend on how you meet them. It's better to leave
as many as possible. Hmm."
Chung Myung scratched his cheek.
"But those Shaolin bastards won't make it like that. At least they'll
manipulate it."
"Manipulation? Shaolin doing manipulation?"
"What are you talking about? Do you think they're gonna feed these kids
and put them to sleep for free? If you have something to gain, you get
it."
Baek Chun narrowed his eyes at Chung Myung's words.
'That's true.'
For some reason, he had vague expectations that only Shaolin would not do that.
It feels like that hope is now being shattered.
"Anyway, let's finish the preliminary round and think about it. Baek Sang
Sasuk is going to be the last one to go?”
"Yes, he’s going up there."
Baek Chun and Chung Myung watched the stage. Baek Sang, who was waiting, was
facing a Shaolin monk wearing a yellow cloth.
‘Am I the last?'
Baek Sang pulled out his sword in a relaxed motion.
‘I can't be the only one to lose when everyone wins. I will beat him and finish
the preliminary round with a clean victory.'
A clean victory in the preliminary round.
This result will be remembered as the greatest achievement that Mount Hua has
made in recent years.
Hwaryongjomjong (화룡점정.).
(Ascending Hua Dragon? Idk.)
Baek Sang faced his opponent with the feeling of drawing the last eye in a
colorful dragon painting.
‘He doesn't look strong.'
A slightly tender-looking body and a young face. He had a strong
impression that he came to gain experience rather than test skills.
‘But it's Shaolin nevertheless.'
Baek Sang knew it very well.
There are many strong people who think the opponent looks weak from the outside
and then falls into hell.
Don't one think so just by looking at Chung Myung? If he had faced Chung Myung
elsewhere as an enemy, he would never have received the impression that Chung
Myung looked strong.
And he will surely get his
head broken after fighting thoughtlessly.
‘Don't let your guard down. I do my best no matter what.'
"Go!"
As soon as the voice to compete for the match rang, Baek Sang greeted. (How
should I explain this, it was like a ceremony greeting that someone would do
before fighting in Murim.)
"I'm coming!"
First, look at the reaction of the opponent with Maehwabun (매화분(梅花紛) Literally
Tangled Plum Blossom in chinese, kinda?), and then immediately followed by the
Twenty-four Plum Blossom Sword method.….
‘Huh?’
At that moment, Baek Sang saw it.
The sight of the opponent's fist that sticks out toward him is colored with
brilliant gold.
"Huuh?"
And it became the last sight that Baek Sang remembered.
Bang!
With a short, huge boom, the golden power emanating from the fist stretched out
by the Shaolin monk swept Baek Sang away.
"Aaaarghhh!”
Baek Sang screamed and flew beyond the arena and ended up in front of the
spectator.
"Wha-What!"
"That’s crazy!"
Not only the spectators but also the disciples of Mount Hua were startled and jumped
up from their seats.
Even Chung Myung stood up in surprise.
"Ba- Baekshinkwon? What the hell is that bastard?!"
Chung Myung's eyes, which looked at the Shaolin monk on the stage, became as
big as a lantern.
Note*
백보신권
There is no chinese character
for this but I suspect that it is Hundred Step Fist which come out in Worthless
Regression manhwa since it was not described that the monk is closing into Baek
Sang
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