Chapter 289

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The cheers of the audience continued without end.

This was really fatal.

The fact that Southern Edge Sect lost to Mount Hua in the last Jonghwa Conference is now quite famous. Not because of the rise of Mount Hua, but because there are a lot of people who enjoy the disgrace of the Southern Edge Sect.

However, at that time, only a few influential people witnessed it. There were far more people who could not realize it because not many people saw it with their own eyes.

But now there are too many eyes watching this competition. Even if they speak only once, the whole world will know the defeat of the Southern Edge Sect.

And there was one more thing that angered Jong Nigok.

‘How?’

That sword technique.

The sword technique that just defeated Jong Seo-han is so familiar.

Isn't that very similar to the Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword Technique that Southern Edge Sect created with all their heart and soul?

‘How did they restore it!? I don't think there's any more left in Mount Hua.'

That sword technique is like a symbol of the Mount Hua Sect!

It was then.

"...the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique."

A groaning voice came out of Bop Jeong's mouth.

Then everyone on the podium turned to him.

"Amitabha Buddha, Mount Hua Sect Leader. Has your sect regained the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique?"

"That's right."

"Oh……."

Bop Jeong opened his eyes wide and looked at Hyun Jong. His eyes were wide open.

"It broke my heart to hear that Mount Hua has lost the essence of their swordsmanship, but it turn out that they have succeeded in restoring it. It's really something to celebrate."

"It was nothing. We were luckily able to recover the secret safe left by our ancestors.”

"Indeed, indeed. I thought the advance of Mount Hua was incomprehensible. To think there was such a story. Who in the world would ignore Mount Hua if they had regained the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique?"

In Bop Jeong's words, Hyun Jong held the statement.

To put it bluntly, that statement does not square with the facts.

It was long before Mount Hua started their advancement, and the regained Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique was focused on that advancement.

But he doesn't have to confirm that to them.

"I am satisfied just to have recovered the swords of my ancestors. And..."

Hyun Jong turns his head slightly and looks at the sparring stage. While the eyes were shifting, he could clearly see that Jong Nigok's face was horribly stiff.

"There's nothing more I can ask for if they can get good results with that sword technique."

Jong Nigok's fist trembled.

'Damn it.'

Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique.

A sword technique that is the symbol of Mount Hua and caused the Southern Edge Sect to receive a terrible evaluation of being under Mount Hua Sect for hundreds of years.

To make matters worse, Mount Hua is said to have recovered the sword. In addition, Southern Edge Sect's Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword Technique was defeated by that sword.

‘The Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword Technique is a sword that has moved further from the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique. If you learn it properly, you will never be defeated by the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique. Never!'

However, the results revealed now are the opposite.

Jong Seo-han's understanding of the Twelve-Movement Snow Flower Sword Technique cannot be inferior to Baek Chun's understanding of the Twenty-Four Plum Blossoms Sword technique.

Nevertheless, Jong Seo-han failed to use his strength properly and was defeated horribly.

Clenched his lips, Jong Nigok looked toward Jin Geum Ryong.

'You must never be defeated.'

Jong Seo-han can lose.

However, the symbolism of Jin Geum Ryong's defeat is different. The moment he loses, Southern Edge Sect has no choice but to admit that his rising star at the time fell short to that of Mount Hua.

He just can't stand that humiliation.

Besides...

Baek Chun isn't everything there, right?

Jong Nigok's eyes turned to Chung Myung.

‘Mount Hua Divine Dragon.’

And everyone else in Mount Hua, which is said to be comparable to Baek Chun.

A cool chill passed through Jong Nigok's heart.

'Perhaps.'

Now he may be watching the moment when Mount Hua overtakes Southern Edge Sect.

It's something he never wants to admit, though.

* * *

The pole (Bat?) flashed sharply across his face.

Chwaak!

As the pole split the air, Jo-Gol's cheeks were also cut. Jo-Gol could feel the heat on his cheeks, but his eyes didn't waver at all.

‘Faster and stronger!'

Whether it is because the finals or the opponent's pole is sharp. It is definitely a different level of strength from those he had experienced in the preliminary rounds.

But it's not to the point where it can't be dealt with. When it comes to sharpness, the sword of the Yoon Jong Sahyung is much sharper, and when it comes to delicateness, it is not as much as Yoo Sago’s sword.

The overall level was much higher in Baek Chun, and in terms of momentum?

‘It doesn’t reach even the tip of Chung Myung's toes.'

Once again, Jo-Gol understood what kind of people he had been fighting with.

If he had trained alone, he would never have reached this level.

He was able to rise to the level he is now because there are Sahyungs who fight and work together with him and people who reach out and lead them from far away places.

Jo-Gol clenched his teeth.

‘Keep the hearts cold, and make the head colder!’

"Taaat!"

His sword drew a sharp trajectory.

It was Jo-Gol’s plum blossoms.

Different from that of Chung Myung, different from that of Baek Chun.

Plum blossoms bloom at every peak of Mount Hua They say that each one is different, how can it be any different with the Plum Blossom Sword technique?

Plum blossoms that can't capture themselves and just look for their Hyung are dead plum blossoms. It's a word he has heard countless times and has put in his bones and heart!

His plum blossoms quickly wrap around the flying rod as if it could pierce the sun.

Kakakakang!

As soon as the plum made up of sword energy and the rod collided, the sound of iron hitting each other spread.

Eventually, the flying rod bounced off.

Jo-Gol didn't miss the gap.

Flash!

Sword energy flashes (번쩍인다(梅花照光) / Plum Blossom Illumination (照) Light) like a single ray of sunlight shining through the plum blossom petals blooming like clouds.

"Aak!"

The beggar of Beggar Union slumped down on the spot at the flashing sword that had penetrated into his chest.

"Stop!"

A loud voice coming in.

"This match is the victory of Mount Hua Sect Jo-Gol!"

Jo-Gol retrieved his sword, swung it into the scabbard, and performed a greeting.

"I learned well."

Then he returned to a casual movement and came down the stage.

At that point, the audience could no longer cheer with ease.

Someone said with a gulp.

"I-Isn't Mount Hua really going to win at this rate?"

"Is that possible?"

"No. Isn't it too much to say? Isn't there about a hundred people left? After today, there are only sixty-four left. Most of the disciples of Mount Hua still stayed, so what do you think will happen if they overcome it?"

"…Come to think of it."

"If Mount Hua wins, it's going to be a big surprise. It's going to be really absurd."

The spectator kept their mouths shut and looked at the place where Mount Hua's disciples gathered.

‘They’re going to win the competition?'

Mount Hua?

It used to sound like a joke, but it can no longer be a joke.

It was obvious that if Mount Hua won this Murim Competition, it would be the biggest event in nearly a hundred years.

‘Isn't this a big deal?'

The Mount Hua Sect are the people who were expelled from the Ten Great Sect a few decades ago. Such people appear in the World Gathering and win the competition by defeating all the prominent rising stars of the Ten Great Sect and Great Five Family?

If so, it is tantamount to proving that the eyes of those who decided to expel Mount Hua from the Ten Great Sect at the time were wrong.

From the perspective of the Ten Great Sect, there could be no such dog shame.

"Isn't that already proven to some extent? Who can deny that Mount Hua deserves to be part of the Ten Great Sect just because it's falling now?"

"Isn't it too far-fetched? They're just rising stars."

"Were you going to live for a thousand years? The rising star is so strong, is there any guarantee that Mount Hua Sect will not become the best sect in the world in the future?"

"…none."

"Then the Ten Great Sect will be the idiots who kicked out the world's best sect from the Ten Great Sect. Am I wrong?"

"……."

No one could easily answer.

It's too profane to answer recklessly. And it is also worrisome that what they say might go into the ear of the Ten Great Sect.

However, everyone was thinking the same thing inside, even if they couldn't say it.

'The Ten Great Sect would be having a total disgrace.'

'I think it's worth seeing their face once.'

Most of these people here knew. In fact, this sparring competition was created by those so-called prestigious sect to show off their power.

Internally, they promote the friendship of the prestigious sect but externally, they show off the power of the prestigious sect. At the same time, it was clear that the purpose was to further solidify the leadership of the elites leading the world.

However, the situation is changing rapidly as Mount Hua intervenes.

What if Mount Hua wins like this?

‘Mount Hua Sect will be gulping down the sumptuous feast set up by the prestigious sect.'

The eyes of the spectator began to twitch strangely.

They can’t miss it. (The raw is 보고 싶다.)

It may be a sight that will never be seen again, not only throughout their life but also throughout history. The desire to see such a moment with their own eyes began to spread among the audience.

And Chung Myung, who was watching the scene, rolled up the corners of his mouth.

'Is the plate laying very well?'

This was the reason why he insisted on being given a gold plaque in order to have at least one more person participate in the competition.

Chung Myung’s victory?

Of course, that would be nice.

However, wouldn't it be disappointing to go back after receiving the result that "the rising star of Mount Hua was the best in the world " from such a well-established plate?

To those gathered here, they should show the strength of Mount Hua, not the strength of Chung Myung.

They should give the impression that Mount Hua Plum Blossom Swordsman has finally been resurrected in a splendid way after a long period of intimidation.

That's how they should do it!

Chung Myung raised his gaze.

'Cause then i will be able to properly humiliate those Ten Great Sect guys.'

They probably won't be able to see the match comfortably anymore.

"It's been very friendly so far."

‘It will make you feel like your blood is drying up every day, so please wait.’

"Chung Myung Dojang! Here's the dividend...…."

"Oh, right!"

Chung Myung smiled and ran to the vendor. He took a new bag out of his pocket and swept the money.

"It's good to be heavy!"

He happily packed his bag and grabbed a bunch of slips again.

"The next match is between Jin Geum Ryong of Southern Edge Sect and Cheongseong's……."

"Ten Thousand nyang on Jin Geum Ryong!"

"The next match is against Namung Dohui of Namgung Family.…."

"Ten Thousand nyang on Namgung Dohui!"

"Mount Hua Yoon Jong against……."

"Five thousand nyang on Mount Hua Yoon Jong!"

"Five thousand nyang on Yoo Iseol!"

..

"Hye Yeon one hundred thousand nyang!"

"Thirty thousand nyang for Baek Gong!"

Chwareureureuk!

Chung Myung's back was full of piles of sacks.

And everyone who saw the scene was astonished.

‘Did you get all of this?'

‘Is he a Taoist God?’ ('신인가?')

'At this point, shouldn't it be considered manipulation?'

Some even cast suspicious eyes as if it was unbelievable.

Predicting the outcome of a match?

It is not that difficult.

If the guys here were to bet their whole fortune to guess the match's outcome, they are confident that they have an 80% chance of guessing correctly.

The problem is the remaining 20% chance.

Having an 80% chance of a correct guess means having a 20% chance of a wrong guess.

And that's perfectly normal. If one can know the outcome of a match before a fight, why do they need a match?

Because of that odds, there are people who lose money. But that man named Chung Myung was already predicting dozens of matches.

Bags of money piled up behind his back proved the fact.

There was a proud smile that could not be hidden on his lips as he looked at the slowly piled-up wealth.

"Hehehe!"

‘That, that!’

‘The guy who was supposed to be a Taoist!'

‘Oh, I hate him!'

They have no choice but to watch the money from their pockets accumulate in other people's hands. The gamblers' eyes grew more and more fierce.

"Next up is Tang So-so of Mount Hua and Southern Edge Sect……."

Even before Wei Lishan was finished, the venomous gamblers shouted.

"Four hundred nyang on Tang So-so!"

"I'm a thousand on Tang So-so!"

"Two thousand nyang on Tang So-so!"

"Huh? Two thousand?"

"Don't be ignorant! So far, Mount Hua has won every match! Besides, isn't that Dojang also Mount Hua’s guy? So far, he's been betting all the way on Mount Hua's disciples! Odds or whatnot, I have to win first!"

Those who realized that they would be humiliated if they were looking for reverse odds began to pour all the money they had today into Tang So-so's side.

Rather than spending a lot of money half-heartedly, they wanted to earn money steadily by walking along with Chung Myung.

In an instant, money piled up on Tang So-so's side.

"Hmm."

Chung Myung grinned at the sight.

"Now it seems that your eyes are a little more open."

Everyone who heard that breathed a sigh of relief.

"But I think the odds are a bit tilted."

Chung Myung began to collect the slips from the sack behind him.

And…….

Tok!

The slip he threw fell precisely on the opposite side of the pile of stakes.

"A hundred and fifty thousand nyang for Southern Edge Sect's Isong Baek."

"……."

Gamblers looked at Chung Myung with trembling eyes.

Chung Myung shrugged his shoulders.

"What?"

"……."

‘’You shouldn’t bet there!’’

‘’You damn bastard!’’

The crowd's eyes were filled with extra moisture....

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Note*

Bet is not good… but if I know there is someone like Chung Myung there, why wouldn’t I? Hehe. Just kidding. Good kids, please don’t do gambling. 

I like this little slap to those prestigious sect. And do understand, how heavy your sin is and please don’t repent. Since chung myung will collect the due debt ahahhah. But for real, it make me upset every time remembering what those guys did.  

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