Chapter 611

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 611. I don’t know the rank! (1)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

"This……."

Heo Sanja bit his lips.

‘What kind of sect are these people?’

Promises between sects are inevitably more important than individual promises. But how can they be so calm when they shamelessly break the promised time?

"Huu."

He let out a short sigh, suppressing his anger.

Soon after, he lightly circulated his energy around and calmed his heart then looked at the Elders behind Chung Myung with cold eyes. That is, while completely ignoring Chung Myung.

"I’d never thought Mount Hua, whose once was a prestigious sect, regard promises lightly."

Hyun Sang's face showed a hint of humility at the sharp words. However, Hyun Young, who was standing next to him, calmly took a step forward and answered instead.

"Forgive us for being late."

"Hmm."

“However, there is one thing to be corrected.”

"… What do you mean?"

"Mount Hua is not a sect that was once prestigious, but it is still a prestigious sect even now."

“…….”

"I hope you remember."

Heo Sanja was so dumbfounded that he laughed.

It is true that Mount Hua Divine Dragon, who was in the lead, was the biggest problem, but the ones in the back were no different.

‘These shameless people!’

Heo Sanja's insides were boiling over, overshadowing his status as a Taoist.

'It's not even a fierce battlefield.’

How could they do something like this to excite him? Then they don't even have to struggle to be a martial artists. If they set up a suitable theater troupe and go around here and there, they'll soon be able to be invited by the Emperor.

How could there be so many talented actors gathered in one place!

He don't know how they came to be, but one thing was for sure.

That Wudang and Mount Hua can never blend together like water and oil.

"But……."

Heo Sanja, who has confirmed that fact again, has spoken out about what he would never have said.

“It’s late, but thank you for coming. I wondered what to do if the sparring match was canceled today.”

The tone was soft, but the hidden meaning was more like, ‘You didn't run away and show your face here.’

Chung Myung, who heard that, grinned and answered instead of the Elders.

"Well, it’s not like the spar opponent was some strong guys or anything anyway."

"……Sodojang. I tried to keep quiet about it because it's a matter of other sects, but it's not right to keep interrupting what Elder is saying."

"Oh, we're fine."

"What did you just say?”

"Mount Hua can do that. Because we’re not that boring. Yangban with a short history are arguing over the smallest thing. If you want to argue about that, show your respect to your ancestors."

In an instant, Heo Sanja's face hardened like a stone.

Why wouldn't he be angry when the opponent is mentioning the damned Hwaryongjin?

"That rumor...…!”

Just as Heo Sanja was about to say something, Mu Jin, standing in the back, slightly grabbed him by the sleeve.

Realizing his mistake with the small, light movement, Heo Sanja quenched his anger and shut up. It was better not to talk if he was drawn to the other person the longer they talk.

If he only had a strong ego, he wouldn't back down from an argument with a young bastard, but fortunately, Heo Sanja was a man who put the interests of the sect before his pride.

"Let's not be heated up like that."

“…….”

Chung Myung grinned and continued.

"You said this was a place to strengthen the friendship between the two sects. But seeing your energetic appearance, it seems like you're putting life and death on the line. You didn't come with that intention, did you?"

"Of course not."

"Then you have to smile."

Heo Sanja, who looked at Chung Myung smiling broadly, closed his eyes gently.

After calming his mind for a while, he opened his eyes again. He clearly turned away from Chung Myung and turned his gaze to Hyun Sang.

"May we start the sparring match now?"

"We're always ready."

"Then there's no need to drag it out for a long time. I look forward to your kind cooperation."

"We, too."

The two men saluted each other. As soon as he lowered his hand, Heo Sanja swerved back to his seat with a cold breeze.

However, Mu Jin, who was guarding his back, stood behind Heo Sanja and stared at Chung Myung's face.

"Long time no see, Dojang."

"Huh?"

Chung Myung tilted his head, pointing his finger at his face.

"You know me?"

“…….”

Mu Jin's face hardened. However, there was no hostility in his voice that followed after.

"Mu Jin, the one you fought against before."

"Mu Jin…. Mu Jin…. Ah!"

Chung Myung, who had been thinking deeply, clapped his hands as if something had come to mind.

"At that time, the first-class disciple who came after I beat the second-class disciples!"

"…Yes, I am."

“Hey, how long has it been? It's really nice to see you.”

When Chung Myung smiled brightly and waved his hands, Mu Jin replied with a soft smile.

“It seems that my sword did not leave a strong impression at that time.”

“Oh, not like that. I'm not very good at remembering other people's faces. Besides, it was not a situation where I could comfortably say my name aloud.”

"Well, you were even wearing a mask."

"Oh, that... Huh?"

Chung Myung's eyes shook violently once.

"But how did you know I was that guy then?”

"…If one is not a fool, how can’t they?"

When flustered Chung Myung looked back with surprised eyes, Baek Cheon’s group shook their heads in unison.

"…Did you think they didn't know?"

"You must’ve thought everyone has holes in their eyes."

"Turn your head. We're embarrassed, too.

Chung Myung looked at Mu Jin again, pouting his lips with a sullen face.

"So what? Are you going to complain about the past?"

"What's the point of protesting what's already happened? After all, there was nothing there."

Chung Myung nodded awkwardly and laughed.

Wudang still doesn't know about the Chaos Origin Pill. If they had known that Chung Myung had discovered Chaos Origin Pill, they would not have been able to act like they are now.

"Then what?"

"I just wanted to have a conversation with Sodojang."

Mu Jin's gaze on Chung Myung was as serious as it could be.

“If I can deal with Sodojang in this sparring, there will be nothing better than that, but it seems that I am not Sodojang’s opponent.”

"Oh, really?"

“But that doesn’t mean our relationship is over. I hope you won't lose that sharp sword until the day I challenge you.”

At the polite yet courageous words, Chung Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth with a funny face.

"It's going to be hard to follow.”

"I can't help but go even if it's hard."

“…….”

"Sure."

Mu Jin bowed and turned away.

Then, Baek Cheon and his group came to Chung Myung and whispered quietly.

"…Mu Jin is one of the Three Swords of Wudang, right?”

"That's right."

"…so you had a fight with him?"

"Did I not tell you?”

Baek Cheon’s group opened their mouths wide as they looked at Chung Myung with a bewildered face.

‘No, what kind of accident is this guy going around with?’

"He looks strong."

"You're right."

Chung Myung nodded quietly in agreement.

"Hmm, Mu Jin."

Mu Jin’s, who he had fought before, still lingered in his mind. This means that it was as impressive.

But Mu Jin, whom he met today, was different from him at the time. If Mu Jin in the past reminded him of a quiet pond, Mu Jin in the present day was a vast lake full of mist.

"As expected, it's not easy to see through. Wudang is still Wudang after all, huh?"

Chung Myung grinned and turned around.

“Well, now the preparations are over. Are you ready to fight?”

However, the response to those words was not very good.

"How dare you talk like that after making the situation like this!"

"If you hadn't fallen asleep on the roof, we’ll have arrived in no time!"

"I can't live because I'm ashamed. I can't live! What is this! You promised them a match. How can you be late, huh?"

Despite the rain-like complaints, Chung Myung kept digging his ears as if he couldn't hear well with a sour face.

"Why do you care so much about small things? People can be a little late in life."

“The guy who will make a fuss about if others are late.”

"How does the brain work in such a good way... That's, too, is also a talent, a talent."

Hyun Young laughed and stopped such disciples.

"Calm down. Anyway, don't we have to do the sparring match now?"

"Ugh…… Yes, Elder-nim."

"Whew."

Even though he let out a sigh through his mouth, Hyun Young couldn't help but feel happy inside.

‘They still have time to tell a joke even though they’re doing a sparring match against that Wudang.’

Whether they have a giant liver or confidence in one's skills. In any case, it wasn't that bad in the current situation.

"They said it was the best of ten, right?”

"That's right."

Hyun Young nods his head.

It's not 10 matches, but 10 wins.

It is not a method to fight 10 times, but the side that wins 10 times first takes the victory. This meant that at least ten to nineteen matches could take place.

It was a way to better reveal the superiority and inferiority of power between sects than fighting ten times.

"It's the best 10 wins without deciding the opponent. They must be serious, too."

Chung Myung grinned.

Had it been the Wudang not long ago, they would never have taken this approach. . Nevertheless, seeing that they proposed this method and showed such momentum, he felt the malice that they would definitely take down Mount Hua at this opportunity.

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Baek Cheon and Ungum approached Chung Myung, who was grinning and asked.

"Who are we going to send out first?"

"We have fewer people to send than they do. We have to think it through."

"The order?"

"The one to go first."

Chung Myung smirked as if he had heard a clear question.

"Why are you asking me that?"

"Huh?"

"This is a first-scorer win type of spar. Then momentum is 100 times more important than a normal sparring match.”

"That's right."

"Then, doesn't it mean that it's advantageous to completely suppress the opponent's momentum from the beginning or make them angry?"

"Yes, yes. So who are you going to send?"

"Ei, Great Sasuk. Who among us can turn people around the most when they go out and win?”

"That……."

Chung Myung shook his head at the exact look of Ungum.

"Except me."

"Um, that's a bit of a dilemma.….”

"Ei. There's only one person."

When Chung Myung turned his head, everyone's eyes followed that direction.

And the moment they saw the person standing at the end of their gaze, everyone could only nod their heads in agreement.

"…I'm sure they'll be pissed off."

"If he shut up, others won't get angry, but he won't."

"… Agree. I agree.”

"Huh?"

The person who received the attention tilted his head as if he didn't know anything.

"You go out.”

At Heo Sanja's words, Jin Hyun replied with a firm face.

"I'm ready. But there are Sasuk, and I'm worried if I'll be okay with standing in the first line."

"The opponent is Mount Hua. It doesn't look good if a first-class disciples comes forward from the beginning. It's as if the match is decided anyway. Then we have to choose the way that looks the best.”

"…I see."

Jin Hyun nodded with a stiff face.

"We must win. It's more important than anything else that you win."

"Yes, Elder-nim. Don't worry."

Speaking in a determined voice, he grabbed the Pine Pattern Ancient Sword (송문고검(松紋古劍)) and went up to the stage. No, he was going to.

Poljjak.

"……Huh?"

However, someone jumped onto the stage first, and then walked to his side. Jin Hyun's forehead is slightly distorted.

'They gave up the first participant.’

But it was good. If he can get through the first match, they can take a lead.

"I trust you."

"Yes, Elder-nim!"

It was just as he was about to climb onto the stage.

"Ei, no."

‘Yes?’

Wudang's disciples, who were trying to cheer Jin Hyun, raised their heads and looked at the stage.

“That one is a bit boring. If possible, I expect a proper fight.”

Mount Hua's sword warrior, who has impressive curly hair, looked at Jin Hyun with dull eyes, then suddenly cast his gaze at Mujin.

“There, it seems that you are famous for Wudang Three Swords or something, but I happen to be a man called Mount Hua Five Sword myself, so let's have a match."

“…….”

Mount Hua Five Swords Jo-Gol grinned and pointed his finger straight at Mu Jin.

It was complete nonsense. The faces of Wudang disciples have begun to be filled with anger that could not be compared to before.

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