Chapter 282

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 282. Life is supposed to be unfair (2)

Bop Jeong smiled at Heo Do-jin's words.

"I didn't mean to deceive you by hiding that child. It just happened that he was shy and reluctant to show his skills."

Bop Jeong continued with a low discontent.

"Wouldn't it look bad for me to make a fuss when the person himself does not want to come forward?"

"That's right, but..."

Heo Do-jin couldn't hide his surprise and looked down again. The Shaolin monk, who was left alone on the stage, bowed his head to the audience.

"Aren’t he a Hye? (I don’t Shaolin Sect ranking so I will leave it as it is.)"

"Yes, he is. He is the youngest of Hye generation."

"Isn't Hye a first-class disciple? A first-class disciple……."

"Once again, he is younger than the second-class disciple."

"……Ah."

Bop Jeong laughed as if he was in trouble.

"The distribution was a little twisted, it was difficult not to let the child who barely passed the terms and conditions compete because of the generation. I'm afraid you are all disappointed in me.…. I apologize if there's anything uncomfortable."

"No, any child who has passed the terms and conditions is entitled to participate. Generation is not that important."

Heo Do-jin quickly fenced off complaints that would come from other places.

'We got to wait and see.'

This competition is not the end.

It is important to win the competition and make a name for oneself, but it is also important to understand what kind of talent is growing in other sects.

But can't they miss the opportunity to observe such a monster because of such a trivial problem?

"That's amazing. I can't believe he was just that old."

"Ugh. I can't help but admire it."

A groan of admiration flowed from the mouths of the Sect Leaders.

But this was never a hollow word. The martial art shown by that young Shaolin definitely deserved this much admiration.

Hundred Step Godly Fist.

The martial arts represent Shaolin.

If Arhat Fist (나한권(羅漢拳)) is the basis of Shaolin, Hundred Step Godly Fist is Shaolin’s essence.  It was one of the 72 advanced martial arts that Shaolin was proud of under the world, and it was famous for being difficult to learn.

Shaolin's martial arts are literally late bloomers (대기만성(大器晩成)). (great talents mature late)

Isn't it known that it takes decades of hard training to fully understand and master the complex and mysterious martial arts?

But at that age, he was already performing the Seventy-two martial art, the essence of Shaolin martial arts.

'It's at that level too.'

Heo Do-jin's eyes narrowed.

He thought that there must be a target for Shaolin to do this, but he didn't expect them to hide such a blatant card.

It became clear that this Murim Competition was laid out for the appearance of that monster.

"Hoho. It's amazing."

"No, it's not that much."

Humbled lightly Bop Jeong.

“He said he didn’t want to use the Seventy-Two Martial Art in the preliminary round, but in that match, it is clear that the child of Mount Hua was an opponent strong enough for him to do so.”

"Even so, it's not comparable to the Hundred Step Godly Fist."

Bop Jeong smiled without answering.

'With this, the attention focused on Mount Hua Secr has been taken away. but… … .'

And then he glanced around.

The expressions of the Sect Leaders were divided into two.

A face that's very frustrated and a face that's deep in thought.

Those who are frustrated are those who are not confident to handle Hye Yeon's skills, and those who think hard are those who compare Hye Yeon with their best disciples.

And…….

‘Hooh.'

There was only one person with a different expression.

‘Is it Mount Hua?’

Of all those Sect Leaders, only Hyun Jong is showing a relaxed appearance with a face that is not so surprised.

‘Is it because he let go of the obsession of winning or… ?’

'We'll see.'

Bop Jeong soon smiled lightly and turned his head to continue his conversation with other Sect Leaders.

"Wha-What was that just now?"

"Did it flash?"

"...it's not a sight that deserves to be expressed that way."

Could they only see as much as they know?

Unlike other Mount Hua disciples who simply pay attention to the outcome, the Baek Chun party understood how tremendous that was.

'In order not to injure Baek Sang, the destructive force was forcibly reduced.'

Perhaps Baek Sang wasn't hurt at all. Because it was a blow that killed the explosive power of the Fist Art and used only the pushing force.

Knowing that it is ten times more difficult to subdue their opponents without harming them than to avoid harm, they had no choice but to look at the Shaolin monk on the stage with a serious face.

"The winner is Hye Yeon of Shaolin!"

A thunderous cheer erupted at Shaolin, who had been immersed in silence.

"As expected of Shaolin!"

"He even blew the disciple of Mount Hua away at one strike!"

"That's right! That's right! It was strange that Mount Hua was active like that. The real power of prestigious sects comes out from now on!"

"That was a great blow! What the hell was that?"

The audience did not hesitate to shout with excitement.

More cheers poured out on Hye Yeon than when Mount Hua's disciples were performing. Then he blushed slightly and walked down the stage.

"Mount Hua's victory is broken!"

"So how long did you think it would last? How can Mount Hua continue to produce such results?"

"Isn't it great that we haven't lost in the preliminaries so far?"

"It's all about luck! Luck!”

"How could they possibly be lucky? Don't be ridiculous!"

"Tsk tsk. You don't know what I'm saying. If you have no power, how can you be called prestigious sects? Unlike Mount Hua, who has brought all the talent, other sects distinguish between those who will gain experience and those who will produce results. Look! Doesn't they break right after they bump into the real thing?"

"…hm, that's true."

“Now, when the finals begin, you will be able to see the real talent of the prestigious sects.”

"Ei! Still, Mount Hua has shown us something so far. I believe in Mount Hua!"

The spectator began to quarrel.

However, the sound was not heard in the ears of Mount Hua’s disciples.

Baek Chun's eyes were fixed on the stage where Hye Yeon went down.

"What do you think?"

"That's... hahaha...…."

Even the world's famous Chung Myung was also dumbfounded.

"What did I say about genius earlier?"

"Are you trying to say that he's a real genius?"

"No, that's not what a genius would do."

"Huh?"

Baek Chun looked back at Chung Myung with questionable eyes. But when he saw that Chung Myung's face was serious, he kept his mouth shut.

Chung Myung stared at the empty stage and thought.

'Crazy.'

Such things are born once in a while in the world.

Things that destroy everything in the past and create new ones. That is, what the world calls Heaven’s Sent (조사(祖師)). 

For example, yangban such as Bodhidharma (보리달마(菩提達磨)), who changed the flow of former Jungwon martial arts by creating Shaolin Martial Art, or Jang Sambong (장삼봉(張三丰)), who created a new stream of Taoism by creating Wudang.

When one has to describe them, the word genius becomes a word that refers to a few common talents that appear in the times.

"No. Why would a man like that fall on Shaolin?"

‘Damn world!’

‘They already have everything and now they even got the talented people!?!’

From the perspective of Chung Myung, who starts from the bottom with nothing, it was absurd that Shaolin was raising such a monster.

"He's crazy. He's crazy.…."

If he grows up well as he is, he may become a martial artist who will remain in the history of Kangho as well as the strongest in the world.

That's why...

"Poor thing."

"Huh? Why?"

When asked by Baek Chun, Chung Myung stretched out his belly.

"He was born at the same time as me, unfortunately. Otherwise, it would be as good as keeping the strongest in the world for him."

"……."

"You're the same age as me. Tsk tsk tsk tsk. That's how you'll never get out of this. I'm sorry for you."

"……."

"What can I do? Life is supposed to be unfair. You have to work hard and think you are unlucky. There is no other way."

"… shut your mouth."

Baek Chun sighed deeply.

"By the way, Sasuk."

"Yes?"

"Don't you need to pick him up?"

"… picking up what?"

"I mean Sasuk, Sasuk."

"Why me?"

Chung Myung smirks.

"Not Dongryong, but Baek Sang Sasuk. He must have passed out and stretched out there by now..."

"Argh! Back Sang-aaaaah!"

Baek Chun freaked out and ran towards Baek Sang had flown off. Chung Myung sighed and shook his head.

There are no normal things anywhere. Anywhere."

Of course, it wasn't for Chung Myung to say.

* * *

"With 15 participating……."

"……."

"The fourteen were among the one hundred and twenty-two of the finalists."

Hyun Jong smiled brightly.

"This is the greatest achievement in Mount Hua's history. I may not be ashamed of my ancestors in Heaven at least today."

"If only one more person won, everyone would've made it."

"……."

Baek Sang distorted his face and bowed his head. Then Baek Chun shouted at Chung Myung.

"Hey, you punk! What are you talking about in front of the person himself?"

"That's too bad. Too bad."

“You said he couldn't beat him!"

"Did you open your eyes to the defeat that was hidden in your heart? Why do you make up things that I didn't even say, Sasuk?"

"Anyway, you said he was strong!"

"That's right."

Chung Myung shook his head as if he were in agreement.

"Baek Sang Sasuk can't win even if he fights a hundred times. Don't worry, Sasuk. It's just that you lack skills. It's not that you are careless, and no matter how well you did, the result would have been the same... What's the problem... Sasuk?"

Baek Sang passing by with his eyes overturned. Chung Myung tilted his head when he saw him like that.

"Is he injured?"

"You're the one who gives him injury, you punk! You!"

"What did I do?"

"Please shut up! Please!"

The two people arguing and the disciples of Mount Hua staring at the scene with a deep disappointment.

Watching it all from behind, Wei Lishan smiled brightly.

‘What a mess.’

It's a total mess. Very.

The bigger problem is that Hyun Jong, who sits in the middle, is looking at the mess with a very warm look. The same goes for the other Elders!

‘No, Sect Leader!’

‘You've changed your job to a zookeeper! How can you look at this with such eyes?’

Wei Lishan was about to say something.

"Let's get some sleep. Try to be quiet."

Hyun Jong calms his disciples as if he knows how Wei Lishan feels.

The only disciples who needs to calm down are Chung Myung and Baek Chun.

"They say the finals will be held in two days. I wish I could use that time wisely, but…”

Hyun Jong's anxious eyes turn to Chung Myung.

Then Chung Myung blinked innocently and said,

"What's wrong?"

"Hnng."

Hyun Jong sighed deeply.

'I can't blame him because he is holding onto everything by himself.'

If he were half as similar as  Baek Chun or Yoon Jong personality, he would wish for no more but Heaven is fair and doesn't seem to give everything to one person.

‘Good gracious.’

He didn't know a person could feel both burning and proud emotions at the same time.

Hyun Jong, who was looking at Chung Myung with a complex and subtle expression, said as if he was sick.

"Please."

"What?"

"The next two days. Only for two days! We're not going to have an accident during those two days, right?"

"I'm disappointed, Sect Leader. It's like I've been in some kind of trouble all this whole time.…."

Hyun Jong grabbed the handle of his sword.

"…well, why are you bringing your sword then?"

Chung Myung grinned profusely.

"It's been a long time since I bring it. I just keep it there."

"Yes."

Hyun Jong eventually turned away from Chung Myung and turned to other disciples.

"Listen."

"Yes, Sect Leader!"

"So far, you've been very good."

Suddenly, a benevolent smile hung on his face.

"It would be great if we could get good results in the finals, but from now on, it will not be as easy as it has been. It will never be easy seeing the power of a prestigious sect."

Chung Myung poked his head out and put his head into Hyun Jong's view.

"But we're great, too, aren't we?"

"Haha. Right, that's true."

Hyun Jong says with a smile.

"Right, so there's nothing to be discouraged about. Straighten your shoulders and show off all your skills without regret. The result doesn't matter. It's not the result that matters, but what you get, isn't it?"

"Yes! Sect Leader!"

Hyun Jong smiled as if he was more than happy with his lovely disciples.

‘It is my mission to protect these children, and it is Mount Hua's mission too.'

The seeds planted by Chung Myung will grow into a giant tree through this Murim Competition, and one day they will spread their branches all over the world.

So as a Sect Leader, he has to protect them...….

"Everyone listens to the Sect Leader and keep it in mind!"

It was Chung Myung's words.

To say such a commendable thing, Hyun Jong looked at him in surprise.

‘He's a little mature now.….’

"You have to win to get it! Did you see the loser get anything? Do you see Baek Sang Sasuk over there? That's what happens when you lose! Keep it in mind."

"Kkeu-Kkeureuk. Keureureureuk.…." (I can't make sense of it so I just added the raw.)

"Baek Sang-ah! Wake up, Baek Sang-ah!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

Chung Myung clicked his tongue when he saw Baek Sang finally foaming in rage.

Then he glanced his eyes at everyone.

"Unconditionally win! Okay?!"

"Yes!"

"Win!"

"I'm going to break their head!"

Hyun Jong smiled graciously as he watched Mount Hua's disciples cheering.

'Listen to me properly. Damn you guys.'

It's already natural for Mount Hua to gain strength before the tournament.

However, it was Hyun Jong who thought that he should seriously consider whether the result would be a blessing for Kangho.  

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Note*

So it was Heaven’s Sent right? The character was 祖師. The first mean ancestor, originator, founder, forefather. The second mean teacher, model, example, expert, master. So literally, it was around like Origin Master or Origin Expert. Someone who could overthrow world’s current by himself. But in other work, there is a term Heaven’s Sent talent, which mean about the same. It is mean someone who have the possibility to became absolute master and reign over the world. 

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