return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 129
Ch 129
Chapter 129: 129
“It’s a fight!”
“Oh, my God. Hwasan and the shaman!”
Everyone who watched the situation inside over the collapsed fence swallowed dry saliva.
“Up, it’s dangerous. Shouldn’t we back off?”
“Where are we going to see this? I’ll never see you in the land of Namyoung land. Even if I die, I’ll have to watch this!”
“Yes, but…….”
Concerns and expectations intersect. But no one has stepped back.
It was a big deal to watch for the rest of my life.
Especially in places like Nam-young where there are no big events. Most of them were looking at the incident with shamans at the center, but there were quite a few people who supported Hwasan.
I’m sure there are many people who haven’t heard of the name wasan anywhere else, but this is Namyoung. This is where Hwayeongmun has endured for 100 years.
Hwayeongmun has melted into Namyeong and breathed with them. The South Koreans tend to have a good feeling about Hawasan because they proudly profess his inner name.
This is why Mufas want to create inner house and establish inner house families in the world.
There is a limit to what the main mountains, such as Hawasan and Wudang, can do. However, if the disciples spread to the world and set up military officials, their influence will affect the world.
“Can Hawasan win?”
“Hey, you’re still a shaman!”
“Why? Last time, Hwasan humiliated Jongnam.”
“Is Jong-nam the same shaman? It’s a shaman, a shaman!”
“Shh! Quiet!”
Jo-Gol breathed low, listening to the murmur of voices.
In front of my eyes are the disciples of a shaman dressed in black applications.
Can you do it?’
If he was before, he wouldn’t have been sure. It’s been a long time since he entered Hawasan and mastered martial arts, but he’s never been able to trust himself as an unmanned.
But now?
If you don’t win, that’s more of a problem.’
One thing is for sure.
Most of those who caught the sword have been trying to improve their skills over the past two years.
But none of them could have done as terrible training as Hawasan’s great and great disciples.
I was ignoring it.’
There is Asura behind his back.
The most terrible thing about Chung-Myung is that he has many different looks.
At some moments, a man with no asura discusses the sword like a master at some moments, and sometimes he becomes a ruler who knows all the knowledge of the world and quickly turns into a fool.
And Chung-Myung used all of that at the same time to drive them away.
Brrrrrr.
I tremble automatically when I think of the past two years. Jo-Gol thought he could endure hard training as long as he could, but just two months after the Hwajong branch, he blew it in the spring breeze with such determination.
It was never easy to tear down and rebuild everything you had. That Chung-Myung did it after pushing him with bubbles in his mouth.
All that time is now stacked on Jo-Gol’s body and his sword.
He looked up and looked at the shaman’s inspection.
“Confidence.”
I used to think that confidence was a belief in myself. But now I know. If you don’t have skills, that’s just groundless bravado.
Confidence is building up with time. If you believe in what you have done and believe in your efforts, you can’t help but be confident without bluffing.”One on one?”
Jo-Gol’s mouth is subtly twisted.
‘The pride of a great man.’
Four people from this side step up, and four people from that side step up. I’m sure they said to stick together as a group without rules, but naturally that form was established.
Is this a willingness to play fair and square? Or…
It doesn’t matter.
It’s OK to ignore, it’s OK to laugh. Now Jo-Gol knows that doesn’t mean anything. At the end of the day it’s skills that matter.
Snarling.
The shaman’s inspection in front of him pulls out the sword. And pointed the sword at Jo-Gol.
Looking at that, I kept laughing.
Jo-Gol can’t hold back his laughter, and the inspection of a lady in a conduit frowns.
“Are you laughing at me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not that…….”
Jo-Gol still said with a smile on his face.
“You know what? I’m so proud of my achievement that I can’t help but laugh. It has nothing to do with you.”
“……it’s crazy.”
Maybe it is.
My body is shaking.
Jo-Gol, who holds the sword, has strength in his hands.
You can see this.’
I can tell.
The author you see in front of you is no match for Jo-Gol. The posture with the sword, the energy from the body, and the overall balance. There are so many things I want to point out that I’m itching to say.
What a mess Chung-Myung is when he sees them at this rate of interest.
‘That’s why you won’t stop nagging.’
“Vacuum of the shaman.”
“This is Jo-Gol from Hawaii.”
It’s not a beam. No more conversation is just a distraction.
Jo-Gol took the jockey ceremony still. Perhaps because of pride, he won’t attack first. Then you have to go over here.
I’m gathering strength at the tip of my toes.
Jo-Gol did not defy the force and naturally leapt forward. His sword trembled, and he soon created numerous screenings.
It’s fast. Slow. Elegant and radical.
The form of numerous swords was mixed up and it was hard to tell which was real and which was fake.
Change and welcome.
The colorful candle underlying the Hawaiian swordmanship emerged at the end of Jo-Gol’s sword.
“Huh!”
Then momentarily, the shaman’s disciple retreats in bewilderment.
‘That’s not the answer.’
If you step down, the change will only deepen. Perhaps the author has never faced such a sword.
The disciple of the shaman, who bit his lips tightly, finally begins to unfold the sword.
Soft line. Elegant movement.
It’s the sword of a shaman.
This is the first time Jo-Gol has also experienced a shaman’s sword. But Jo-Gol pressed his opponent in front of him without any embarrassment.
“Monster.”
– There’s not much to say you have to go through. That doesn’t mean you have to improvise or not be nervous. Which means you have to go through more and know more. Even if it’s the same sword, it’s divided according to what kind of sword it is. Hawasan’s Black is splendid, Jongnam’s Black is serious, Jumchang’s Black is swift, Shaman’s Black is soft.
So you want me to go through a lot of real life?
– No, the death penalty doesn’t have to. Because I’m here. It’s natural to get used to it when you get hit with various swords. Then let’s start with a gentle beating with a shaman’s sword.
– ……why do you have to be beaten?
I didn’t hear the answer to the last question, but that sword has already been through the body.’Even……’
Compared to Chung-Myung’s sword’s softness, it’s not even a soft sword. Chung-Myung’s sword of the shaman was several times more complete. Jo-Gol, who has been dealing with such a sword, cannot be embarrassed by the sword of a shaman.
Jo-Gol’s sword speeds up.
Faster. More flashy!
Wudang’s black latecomer. It is a way to take the opponent’s sword and subdue it without rushing.
The shaman rose to the top of the world’s inspection with this sword.
How do you deal with the sword?
– The way is to freeze to death. If there’s a guy who can block fast things, he’ll just shove it up faster! Everything in the world is relative! Water extinguishes fire, but evaporates in front of a bigger fire and flies away.
Screaming!
Jo-Gol’s sword tears up the atmosphere.
The black opponent’s sword, which stabs in with no speed, does not even give him a chance to swing.
Slow down!
It’s too slow.
Not to mention Chung-Myung. The death penalty’s kendo is twice as fast. And the sword of the private sector is faster than that.
Because of the different nature of the sword?
You’re welcome.
The temper may be different, but the basics cannot be hidden. Jo-Gol unwittingly rolled up the corners of his mouth.
‘I’m strong.’
That shaman’s sword is powerless in front of Jo-Gol.
On his body, and on his sword.
Two years of time with Chung-Myung is piled up.
Jo-Gol swung the sword again, looking at the face of the shaman prosecutor who was at a loss for embarrassment.
The evolution against Yoon-Jong next to him was also embarrassing.
“Hey, you can’t do this!’
The face of evolution was horribly distorted.
“I, I, I, to the Hawasan shit!’
It is not enough to say that it is only Hawaiian.
As he knows, Hawasan’s disciple, who is now dealing with him, had one lower allocation than him. He is a great disciple of the shaman, but now the man named Yoon-jong in front of him is the third disciple of Hwasan.
But now evolution had already suffered several stab wounds to Yoon-Jong’s sword.
“Ugh!”
Unbearable anger flows out of my mouth.
“No way!”
Anger clouds the end of the sword.
A slight gap has emerged in the sword of evolution, which has been a series of face-losing events.
And Yoon-jong didn’t miss the gap.
Clare fluid!
Yoon-jong’s sword, which was stabbed momentarily, smacks the sword for a gap between herbivore and herbivore.
Kakaan!
The shaman’s sword begins by gently taking over the opponent’s sword. In other words, if you fail in that smooth process, you can’t start anything.
Yoon-jong’s sword, which disturbed the opponent’s balance, diverges back into dozens of swords and mirrors, aiming for the whole body of evolution.
A very colorful sword mixed with a herb and a thread.
“Gain!”
Evolution desperately swung the sword, but it couldn’t stop it from being cut throughout the body again.
And in the meantime, I saw evolution.
Dozens of spectacular and swift sword strokes after him.
Yoon-jong’s eyes, which are so coldly sinking.
‘How?’
The sword was so sharp and fierce, but the sword-wielding Yoon-jong remained frighteningly calm.
“I, I, am a disciple of the shaman!”
Evolution, which was shouted seizingly, throws itself into the pouring screenings. Even if I give you weight, I’m determined to hit your bones!
But Yoon-jong didn’t panic and stepped back.
Exactly one step.
That distance is enough.His dizzy sword falls gently down. His sword sank on the shoulders of evolution, like plum blossoms slowly falling to the floor.
Argh!
The shoulder splits long and blood spills out.
Chaeyoung!
The sword of evolution fell to the floor, and his face was filled with dismay.
“You…”
Yoon-jong spoke softly toward the evolution of looking at himself without understanding the situation.
“The sword of Dow wasn’t bad.”
only
“The time you and I spent is so different.”
“…….”
“Stand down.”
Holding onto the shoulder spouting blood, evolution screams and retreats. Yoon-jong shrugged at the sight.
It’s… it’s gotten too strong.’
His eyes turn back unconsciously. Chung-Myung, who is watching him from the back, and Yoon-jong, who has made eye contact with him, quickly turns his head around again.
Looking at his disapproving eyes, he needs to be nagged again later.
But there’s no way I can feel bad.
Moon-jong murmured quietly.
“Hwasan’s sword is strong.”
It’s time for the world to know that, not just them.
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