Chapter 624

Return of The Mount Hua – Chapter 624. I'll cut it with pride (4)

Editor: Hoamzz

Co-Translator: Xoxo

"Wow……."

"As expected of Sahyung."

Mount Hua's disciples clenched their fists as they watched Baek Cheon claim victory.

This match was definitely different from before. Of course, Mount Hua has won all the matches so far, but it was in a manner of succeeding in counter attacking the opponent.

It means that it has been Wudang who is pushing and attacking, and their side has been overcoming Wudang's offensive.

But now the atmosphere has completely changed.

By all accounts, the match's victory was held by Baek Cheon.

"Against that Wudang...….”

"… Then."

Everyone was amazed by Baek Cheon's performance, but there were some who were truly stunned.

"This……."

"No...that..."

The surprise of Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong, who had exchanged blows with Wudang’s sword, was different from those who just watched.

‘He cut that?’

'No, is that crazy thing even possible?'

Cutting the sword art is not that great. If you make a stronger sword, which is more refined than your opponent, that's enough.

The problem was the characteristics of the opponent's sword.

"……He cut water with a sword.”

“It makes no sense.….”

Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong fixed their eyes on Baek Cheon and smiled as if they were dumbfounded.

Wudang's sword energy was constantly flowing like water. The source of the flow is the sword energy that flows from the edge of the sword without a break.

Think about it.

Is there a way to cut continuously flowing water?

Of course, you can cut it. Because that sword energy is not as hard as steel. However, when water is cut off, it rejoins, and even when blocked, it unites.

But now Baek Cheon literally cut off the water. He truly did.

"…Hey, Chung Myung."

"What?"

"Can he really do that?"

“Is there any reason not to?”

Jo-Gol turned his head and looked at Chung Myung at the sour answer with a puzzled expression.

“I can’t, though?”

"Because it's Sahyung."

"Sasuk could, though?."

"Because it's Sasuk."

“…….”

When Jo-Gol tightly gripped his sword, Yoon Jong quickly put his hand on Jo-Gol's shoulder and shook his head.

"Don't. If you get hit now, you'll really die."

“…….”

Chung Myung glanced at Jo-Gol's reddening face and chuckled.

"You can't cut water, of course."

"Right!"

"But is that water? It's sword energy, right?"

“…….”

Chung Myung spoke solemnly.

"The Taoist martial art is nothing more than an imitation of nature. If Mount Hua discusses blossoming, Wudang discusses the flow. Wudang's martial arts are just trying to resemble endless water, but it can't become complete water. Of course, it might be possible, but if that’s the case, he would be a top class grandmaster, not a first-class disciple."

"Of course, that's true, but..."

"In the end, that swordsmanship reduced the strength and the speed of the energy to the extreme to continue the flow. No matter how perfectly you imitate water, there is bound to be a slight disconnection within."

Jo-Gol's eyes shook violently.

"So he stabbed his sword through that tiny gap?"

"Simple, right?"

"This bastard... that's easier said than done..."

Jo-Gol turn his gaze and looked at Baek Cheon on the stage again. The fact that he stabbed his sword between the flows was no different from the meaning of perfectly grasping his opponent's sword skills.

He’s trying something that one wouldn't even dare try towards Sahyungje they usually spar with against someone he sees for the first time today?

‘Is he out of his mind?’

A slight deviation can lead to a great loss. Even if he succeeds, he doesn't get much, and who would attempt something that could cause big trouble if failed? It was truly an unreasonable act.

'No, it's not.'

As Jo-Gol continued his thoughts, he bit his lip tightly.

This is what Baek Cheon had.

The confidence that he would never fail. The conviction that he would never make a mistake. It was something that Jo-Gol could not even dare to think about, but it was not difficult for Baek Cheon. That was the distance between Jo-Gol and Baek Cheon now.

As soon as he realized the gap, his hands began to tremble. He knew for certain that Baek Cheon was stronger, but he thought he had narrowed the distance quite a bit recently.

However, Baek Cheon proved that the distance between Jo-Gol and him has not narrowed down, not even in the slightest.

“…….”

In Jo-Gol's ears, who couldn't even open his mouth, Yoon Jong's sighing voice came out.

“He’s the kind of person who makes people lose confidence.”

“…….”

"Right?"

Jo-Gol nodded his head silently in agreement. It was an unusually heavy reaction for Jo-Gol. Yoon Jong shook his head slightly.

'It must have been a much bigger shock.'

In fact, Baek Cheon’s existence was not particularly significant for someone like Yoon jong. He had never dreamed of catching up with Baek Cheon in the near future anyway.

But it will be different for Jo-Gol.

‘A diligent genius is like a demon who steals hope.’

Those who follow him may feel like they are running a race where the finish line is getting farther and farther away. They gasp for breath, their legs wobbling as if it could snap at any moment, but instead of getting closer, the finish line only gets farther away.

How can it be easy to endure such despair?

Yoon Jong looked up at the elegant figure of Baek Cheon, who was standing on the stage.

Anyway, he thinks the biggest shock is from Mu Ho, who is dealing with Baek Cheon just now.

“…….”

In Mu Ho's eyes, there was an inexplicable complex feeling.

Despair? Frustration?

No.

Despair and frustration only begin when they acknowledge what has happened before their eyes. However, Mu Ho has yet to fully understand what he had just seen.

He couldn't easily admit that the swordsmanship he had acquired through a lifetime of effort was cut down by a child's play-like movement.

"… This……."

It's a mistake.

No, it's a coincidence. Or maybe both. At the moment he happened to make a mistake, Baek Cheon's sword may have accidentally penetrated his sword energy.

He knew it was an unreasonable thought, but he had no other option. He was as flustered as someone who had reached a dead end.

At that moment.

"Come."

Baek Cheon held up his sword and pointed it directly at him. It was a truly unshakable posture. Only the air around Baek Cheon seemed to sink heavily. Mu Ho's heart was shaking uncontrollably, but Baek Cheon was calm as a lake without a single ripple.

What Baek Cheon said a while ago hit Mu Ho's head late.

- You are not the only one observing the opponent's sword.

Observing. He clearly said 'observing.'

Doesn't that mean that he understood the characteristics of Wudang's sword with just a few matches and cut Mu Ho's sword based on that?

'How could such a thing be possible!'

Mu Ho gritted his teeth.

'It's a coincidence!'

He never belittled the man named Baek Cheon. He also had eyes, and he watched all the matches so far. He couldn't underestimate Baek Cheon, who was clearly stronger than the previous disciples of Mount Hua.

But understanding the characteristics of Wudang's sword and wielding his sword accordingly was an issue in a completely different realm. If such a thing were possible in a moment, would it have been possible for Wudang to keep its name as a prestigious sect until now?

"…...I've shown a disgraceful appearance."

Mu Ho struggled to hold down his trembling heart and stood up. Then he desperately calmed down the trembling blade and pointed at Baek Cheon.

No words were needed now. He glared at  Baek Cheon with seething eyes.

As soon as he read the resentment in that gaze, Baek Cheon had no choice but to fall into a strange sentiment.

'How arrogant.'

Mu Ho would be amazed if he heard that.

Mu Ho has already admitted that Baek Cheon is above him. At first glance, the word arrogance may not seem appropriate to Wudang's first-class disciple who recognized Mount Hua's second-class disciple as stronger than him.

However, Baek Cheon couldn't shake off the thought that Mu Ho was arrogant.

Acknowledging that the opponent is stronger does not equate to humility.

Mu Ho recognized Baek Cheon's strength, but he was somehow pushing the said strength into a range he could deal with. With the conviction that no matter how strong he is, his common sense cannot be broken.

It was a clear sign of arrogance and the absence of definite experience.

By comparison, Baek Cheon knew for sure. That the world is overflowing with monsters that transcend common sense and geniuses that cannot be cut.

He was also aware of how powerless he was in the midst of them.

'If I hadn't experienced it, I wouldn't have known either.'

In the small sect of Mount Hua, when confined only to the narrow cage of the Southern Edge Sect, this is something that he could never have known.

Walking through the world while following Chung Myung, Baek Cheon learned about the world and had the realization of his helplessness engraved deep to his bones.

"I'm coming."

So now, it was time for even the Wudang to recognize their own powerlessness.

Paaat!

Baek Cheon rushed towards Mu Ho with all his might as he kicked the floor.

Mu Ho's eyes were wide open. In the first place, his idea to counter Baek Cheon was to narrow the distance. But now Baek Cheon was closing the distance between them on his own.

As if the distance didn't matter at all when facing the opponent.

"This……!"

Enraged at the disregard, Mu Ho swung his sword vigorously. His sword energy began pouring wildly like a waterfall. Soon, Baek Cheon's entire body was completely covered in the flowing blue sword energy.

However, at that moment.

Paaaang!

A red line appeared in the midst of the dozens of pouring sword energies, tearing through the air like a wave.

Despite the many sword strikes, Mu Ho has also trained himself through a constant ordeal in Wudang. He blocked every thrust with concise and efficient sword strikes.

'No way!'

Although he was momentarily surprised at Baek Cheon's trickery, if he regained his composure, he would not be easily defeated.

Kaang! Kaang!

Since the opponent had performed dozens of such thrusts, he must also regain his breath eventually. If Mu Ho could seize the moment and thrust his sword in, he could shift from a defensive position to an offensive one.

Kaang!

If only he could see one gap......

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

Mu Ho gaze, who had barely regained his composure, was once again puzzled.

‘Why isn't it stopping….’

Paaaat!

In a momentary lapse, Baek Cheon's swords which could not be properly blocked passed right next to Mu Ho's eyes. The sword that slid upward cut off the tip of his ear as if shaving it lightly.

Throb!

The vivid pain brought Mu Ho to reality in an instant.

‘Why won't he stop?’

Putting power into a single blow is more difficult than one thought. However, it is dozens of times more difficult to send such powerful stabs in succession without stopping.

But now, Baek Cheon’s sword showed no sign of stopping. Countless stabs were pouring toward Mu Ho as if it was a torrent.

The unrelenting sword strikes were reminiscent of...

'This, this guy?’

The moment his thought reached a certain point, Mu Ho's emotions fluctuated in an instant. Then, as if he would not miss the chance, a stab that was incomparably faster than before was thrust down like a beam of light through the pouring sword energy.

Kagak!

He was able to avoid being pierced through his throat by momentarily blocking it with his raised blade, but the power of the thrust was not something that could be relieved by a hurriedly swung sword.

The collision sent him flying backward like a cannonball.

Kudadang! Kung!

His head fell to the floor, and his body floated up and rolled on the stage several times. Mu Ho, who barely stopped after rolling and rolling on the floor, scraped the ground as if grabbing it and shook his whole body.

"Uwaaeeghh!"

Blood suddenly poured out of his mouth.

He couldn't overcome the momentary power and suffered internal injuries. Mu Ho looked up at Baek Cheon with unsteady eyes, as if the pain was nothing.

"You...that move..."

"Elder-nim said,"

Baek Cheon said calmly with an indifferent expression.

"It would be a good opportunity to exchange swordsmanship."

“…….”

"So I learned it. Not bad, Wudang's swordsmanship."

The sound of something breaking echoed inside Mu Ho.

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 Sorry. Somehow, the label was erased. I have put it back tho. Thanks for Code Minion for letting me know