Chapter 288

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Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 288. The end is another beginning (3)

It looks like all the sight in front of him is covered with plum blossoms.

"Euaaat!"

The sword was wielded.

However, the flowing plum blossoms were simply pushed back by his sword wind again and again.

No matter how much he tries, he can't push it away.

‘It can't be.’

‘This is ridiculous.’

Jong Seo-han almost lost his reason in anger.

The Jonghwa Conference. (Yes, the actual name was Jonghwa but often also said Hwajong… (Jongnam and Hwasam)

The terrible memory came back to Jong Seo-han's mind.

The very moment when he was desperately defeated by Mount Hua, who he has never considered an opponent because of that damned Mount Hua Divine Dragon.

After that day, the atmosphere of the Southern Edge Sect changed.

Sahyung (Geum Ryong), which had always been full of leeway, has become less talkative, and everyone becomes nervous.

A terrible sense of defeat that they had never experienced weighed down on them.

The more he remembered of it, the more Jong Seo-han clung to the sword.

The humiliation suffered by the sword can only be repaid with the sword.

He believed that the opportunity to repay this humiliation would surely come if he trained like a madman.

But…….

‘Why is this happening?'

He couldn't understand.

It would have been humbly acceptable if he neglected his training at least once. If he still has given up on the idea of ignoring Mount Hua since the end of Jonghwa Conference, or if he were careless, he could blame himself.

But he literally forgot to eat and stick to the training.

But how come this is the result!

'No!'

Jong Seo-han clenched his teeth and swung the sword.

His sword is not wrong!

Southern Edge Sect's sword can't be wrong!

The sword was covered with pure white sword energy. Pure white flower buds bloomed along the sword’s trajectory.

A dazzling fairy tale blooms beautifully. Much more lively than the plum blossoms made by Baek Chun!

It was a story about pushing oneself to the limit and shaving it again and again.

But.

The moment he bumped into Baek Chun's plum blossoms, he couldn't use his strength and went crazy.

Jong Seo-han's bloodshot eyes began to tremble.

'Why the hell?'

Why didn't he get that plum blossom?

The Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword is the essence (精華) of Southern Edge Sect's swordsmanship, which has been produced by Southern Edge Sect's elders by decades of research.

It is the result of not being complacent with the Thirty-Six Swords Under the Heaven (천하삼십육검(天下三十六劍)), not satisfied with the DaeChungang (대천강검법(大天剛劍法)/ Great Heaven Sword) Swordsmanship, and researching and researching better swordsmanship!

Such Southern Edge Sect's Twelve-Movement was defeated by Mount Hua swordsmanship that was nothing more than a ghost from the old days?

It's unreasonable.

This is so unreasonable.

"For God's sake, this is ridiculous!"

Jong Seo-han's cries echoed through the stage.

Baek Chun's eyes sank cold.

The same cry as Jong Seo-han's scream came out clearly.

The cry resembled the scream of Baek Chun, who was in despair in front of Jin Geum Ryong in the past.

Only three years.

In those three years, Jong Seo-han and his position changed.

Where did this difference come from?

Baek Chun sneaked his eyes off the stage. Chung Myung, who was making a meaningful expression in front of the seat, caught his eye right away.

'Don't laugh, you bastard.'

It seemed like Chung Myung was asking with those expressions.

‘’Do you realize how valuable those three years were?’’

Baek Chun tightened his grip on the sword.

[Even if you spend the same time and make the same effort, it is meaningless if you don't go in the right direction.]

Now Baek Chun has to prove it. Beyond Jong Seo-han, to Southern Edge Sect.

Baek Chun's sword emitted red sword energy.

The plum blossoms created by Baek Chun swelled, again and again, completely covering Jong Seo-han's sword energy.

When Jong Seo-han came to his senses, his surroundings were already filled with red petals.

"H-How...…."

Jong Seo-han's eyes are filled with astonishment.

Does this mean that he should feel such a desperate wall in Baek Chun, who was neither Chung Myung, Mount Hua Divine Dragon, nor his opponent?

"Damn! Argh!”

Desperately swings the sword again and again. Forgetting even his Sahyung and swordsmanship, his disorganized swordsmanship was wrapped in plum blossom petals flying like a madman.

And.

Kruk. Kruk. Kruk.

"……."

The plum petals, which flew in with the warm breeze of spring, cut through his whole body and make it bloody.

At the same time, Mount Hua’s plum blossoms that had bloomed all over the stage disappeared like an illusion.

Jong Seo-han trembled and looked up at Baek Chun.

Sreuruk.

Baek Chun, who retrieved his sword and put it in its sheath, met his gaze.

“A tree without its roots will wither and die.”

No matter how colorful the flowers bloom, they are just empty.

"I don't know if you guys could understand that."

Thud.

Jong Seo-han collapsed on the spot. At the same time, a cold silence fell on the stage.

Taking his eyes off of the fallen man, Baek Chun turned his head and looked at Southern Edge Sect, Jin Geum Ryong to be exact.

Their eyes met in the air.

The brothers, who were walking on different paths, now stared at each other with obvious hostility.

It's not just hostility.

He who holds a sword must prove himself with a sword.

Both Baek Chun nor Jin Geum Ryong knows that to prove themselves, they must defeat the opponent.

After a while, Baek Chun finally took his eyes off and began to step down from the stage.

"Ah……."

The sight of the impeccable swordsman slowly descending the stage in a black uniform and white headband was locked in everyone's eyes.

It was not long before warm cheers began to pour out.

"Uwaaaaaa! You're the best!"

"What the hell was that, just what?"

"It was like seeing a mountain full of flowers!"

"Mount Hua! Yes, it is indeed Mount Hua! It's the Plum Blossom Swordsman of Mount Hua! Mount Hua's sword made plum blossoms that weren't just a metaphor!"

"Awesome! Really Awesome!"

The crowd's cheers were truly explosive.

Everyone knows that Mount Hua's disciples have won consecutive victories so far. But until the finals, they had never seen Mount Hua's sword properly.

In the meantime, Baek Chun demonstrated the Plum Blossom Sword technique, which is said to be the most splendid and most beautiful of all swordsmanship in the world. So it was only natural that the response was hot.

"Plum Blossom Swordsman! It’s Plum Blossom Swordsman, right?"

"What's that?"

"The swordsman who had mastered Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Technique in the past was called Plum Blossom Swordsman."

"Hoho. That's an interesting name."

"I don't understand how they could have declined even with such a sword. Isn't that fantastic swordsmanship?"

"Even though a prestigious sect is in decline, they don't fall! Look! Doesn't they come back to life and bloom again?"

"It literally blooms. Hohohoho!"

The spectator looked at Baek Chun and Mount Hua disciples with eyes full of excitement.

What do a martial artist like?

Everyone has different tastes, but there are a few things they enjoy in common.

One is the emergence of new masters.

And the other is that a martial artist of an unknown sect defeated a martial artist of a prestigious sect.

And the last one is the process in which those who had fallen in the past fought hard again and regained their name.

Coincidentally, Mount Hua was showing all three things that those martial artists liked. That's why they have no choice but to put aside the good news about Mount Hua and go crazy for now.

"Sahyung!"

"Sasuk!"

Mount Hua's disciples rushed out excitedly as Baek Chun returned to his seat amid enthusiastic cheers. Their faces were all flushed red.

The overwhelming defeat of the Southern Edge Sect's disciple in front of everyone is of special significance to Mount Hua.

"There is nothing to be arrogant about."

But Baek Chun spoke low as if it were insignificant.

"It's not too late to celebrate even after he beats Jin Geum Ryong."

His eyes sank like that.

He can't be said to beat Southern Edge Sect until he beat Jin Geum Ryong.

"Let's have a toast by then."

"Yes, Sahyung!"

"Of course, Sasuk!"

Mount Hua's disciples looked up to Baek Chun with red-faced faces.

Although he is their Daesahyung, isn’t he really reliable even from an objective point of view?

When they saw Baek Chun beating Jong Seo-han, they felt that even a single doubt and anxiety in their mind flew away.

If Baek Chun defeats Jin Geum Ryong as it is, there will be no second time for Mount Hua to be swayed by the name of the Southern Edge Sect.

"The bad relationship ends here. After this competition, Southern Edge Sect will no longer be on top of Mount Hua's name."

Jin Geum Ryong glared at the cheering disciples of Mount Hua with cold eyes. Then he grinds his teeth gently.

'Baek Chun.'

Not Jin Dongryong, but Baek Chun.

It is the name of a person who used to be his younger brother, but is now an enemy and must be defeated.

‘I don't like it.'

That smug appearance doesn't suit Baek Chun. He pretends to be confident, but it suits him best when he is trembling in fear.

"Sa- Sahyung …… Sahyung that’s...…."

Jin Geum Ryong glanced away. The Saje were all looking at him with depressed eyes.

"Stretch your shoulders."

"Sa- Sahyung."

"Don't be discouraged by Mount Hua Sect. Are you afraid that something great has happened? Even so, you guys are the disciples of the Great Southern Edge Sect!"

Everyone flinched at the cold sound of Jin Geum Ryong. Then they forcibly straightened their shoulders and made a confident expression.

"It is unexpected that Seo-han lost, but nothing changed. In the end, I just need to win."

"Yes, Sahyung!"

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes turned to Baek Chun again. Jin Geum Ryong's eyes grew even colder when he saw that expressionless face as if this was just the beginning.

'Don't be arrogant.'

At, first he didn't care about Baek Chun. He seems to have grown up quite a bit in the meantime, but it's nothing special.

He got the same blood as him, so he'll have to give him this much. He was only weak because he belonged to Mount Hua and had not been properly trained.

The problem is not Baek Chun.

'Chung Myung.'

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes chased Chung Myung giggling in front of the gambling vendor.

'I still have time for that.'

Crunch.

Jin Geum Ryong gritted his teeth and murmured low.

"There's nothing to worry about. I'm going to defeat that Mount Hua Divine Dragon and regain Southern Edge Sect's honor. Then even those stupid spectators will know who the real protagonist in this competition is."

"Of course, Sahyung!"

"Of course, Sahyung will prevail."

Half faith and half flattery.

It was a soulless word that tickled the ear, but Jin Geum Ryong didn't really care about it. He can prove it with the results anyway.

But only one person.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"……."

Isong Baek slowly raises his head when asked by Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Geum Ryong stared at him, who had been silent all along.

An indifferent face.

'I don't get carried away by things around me.'

It seems like he's saying such a thing with his expression.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think I can beat Mount Hua Divine Dragon?"

Then Isong Baek glanced at Chung Myung and saw Jin Geum Ryong again.

"I understand one thing."

"What is it?"

"The next opponent of Daesahyung is your little brother (Dongsaeng)."

"…then?"

Isong Baek speaks calmly.

"Can a person who doesn't look at the person in front of him get a bigger one?"

At his words, Southern Edge Sect's disciples were outraged.

"This guy?"

"How dare you!"

Jin Geum Ryong raised his hand to dissuade them.

"Leave it alone."

"But Sahyung!"

He looked coldly at Isong Baek and said.

"We'll see later. Are you right, or I am?"

Isong Baek looked down without answering. Jin Geum Ryong turned his eyes coldly.

The Sahyung's sharp eyes were flung toward Isong Baek. He just sighed quietly.

'It shouldn't be like this... … .'

Chivalrous that come only when they are relaxed are not chivalrous.

Southern Edge Sect, which had already lost its composure in the past, has become so narrow-minded that it is difficult to be called Chivalrous (Righteous/Justice) anymore.

‘Chung Myung Dojang. What does Dojang think of this?'

His gaze followed the distant Chung Myung.

"This is the victory of Mount Hua's Baek Chun. Those who bet on Baek Chun can come here and receive the dividend."

"Hehehehehe!"

Chung Myung ran toward the vendor in a joy.

Wei Lishan smiled humbly and retrieved Chung Myung's slip.

"Let's see, Chung Myung Dojang’s money is 10,000 nyang, so.…."

Wei Lishan took literally as much as a mouse's tail amount away from the whole collected money and pushed the remaining to Chung Myung.

With so much money at Chung Myung’s stake, he ate most of the stake, even if Wei Lishan didn't give it to others.

"Here it is!"

"Hehehehe. There you go."

Chung Myung picked up one of them and handed it to Wei Lishan.

"N-No, you don't have to give me this.…."

"Ei. You get an upset stomach if you try to eat all at the gambling bet. Take this."

"Then I'll receive it gratefully. But how can you give me all this money...…."

Even before Wei Lishan's words finished, Chung Myung pulled something out of his arms.

"Huh?"

What he took out was a large cloth bag. Wei Lishan opened his mouth wide.

"Hehehehehe!"

Chung Myung literally began to sweep up the money on the vendor.

He pushed in everything, including gold, silver, and slips, and tied up the opening of the bag with a string.

Then he suddenly turned his head.

"Sahyung!"

"Yes?"

Jo-Gol, who was looking at Chung Myung from afar, flinched.

"Take it!"

Chung Myung threw the bag at him.

Tok!

Surprised by the heavy weight, Jo-Gol opened it and flinched again.

"Hey! What do you want me to do about this?"

"Put it in the middle. Don't let anyone steal it!" (가운데)

"…Is this all I have to keep?"

"No."

Chung Myung grinned.

"What are you talking about, it's just the beginning."

‘I'm going to empty everyone's pockets!’

"Wow, this is awesome! Should I bet all of that?”

"How much is that?"

“At the end of the day, the odds went up to double on both sides, so maybe I gain almost ten thousand in one shot?”

"You're going to bet it all at once?"

Greed began to grow in people's eyes. Everyone noticed that this plate was bigger than they thought.

Even those who were not very interested in gambling began to sneak around with curiosity when they saw the sight of Chung Myung taking a bag full of money.

Wei Lishan cleared his throat and shouted.

"Let's move on to the next round! This time, it's Mogo (목오(木五)) of Beggar Union and Jo-Gol of Mount Hua……."

"Ten Thousand nyang to Mount Hua Jo-Gol!"

Tok!

Again, a pile of Ten thousand nyang slips flew over the vendor. The gamblers' eyes were bloodshot for a moment.

Chung Myung said with a slight chin as if intending cause a fire.

"What are you doing? Not betting?"

As soon as the words were over, the crowds began to rush to the stands like hungry monkfish.

"Five hundreed nyang to Mogo!"

"Three hundred to Mogo!"

"Didn't you lose a lot earlier?"

"Don't be stupid! If you win once, you can earn tens of times. What's the big deal of losing a few?"

Chung Myung grinned as he looked at the vendor, which was once again in chaos.

"I didn't know making money would be this easy."

He wishes there were ten more Murim Competition. Then the world's richest is not a dream anymore! (천하제일거부도)

Jo-Gol shook his head as he watched Chung Myung, who was pleasantly immersed in sweet dreams.

And he slowly headed towards the stage. Now was the time to prepare.

Then Baek Chun called him up.

"Jo-Gol."

"Yes, Sasuk!"

When Jo-Gol turned around, Baek Chun said in a very serious voice.

"Don't underestimate your opponent. They're not easy opponents at all. Win with all your might."

"You're telling me to use Plum Blossom Sword Technique, right?"

"If you have to, then use it."

"I see!"

Jo-Gol's eyes sparkled.

He will do his best to defeat his opponent, and then he, like Baek Chun, is cheered by the crowd... … .

"Sahyung! Sahyung! I bet on Sahyung! You're going to die if you lost!"

"……."

‘Not by you, you punk! Not by you!’

‘Ughh!’

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Baek Chun performed handsomely as his face should be. Indeed, a tree without its root would wither and die, no matter how beatiful the flower it produced. It would ie even more fast because the beatifully bloomed flower. I mean, how can the tree sustain itself without its root?

I expect big from the match between Dongryong and Geum Ryong.

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