return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 155

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The joint was filled with silence.

“…….”

Even the last of the big men’s meetings were speechless.

Even he couldn’t guarantee an easy win over the Great Sword. No, he would have risked his life if he had competed against Dara Gum.

But a child standing in front of me killed the sword like a bug.

In a moment, the sense of reality disappears.

Losing touch with reality on a battlefield that kills and kills each other should never happen.

However, it also makes no sense to believe the series of events that have taken place in front of one’s eyes.

“Well….”

Makhoe opens his mouth as if he is trying to say something and closes his mouth again.

Saying that you have nothing to say is used in this situation.

The neck of the Dara sword on the floor still glares incredibly. The expression accurately expresses the current situation. It even represents everyone’s feelings here.

Squeeze.

The hand of Cho Myoung-san, who grabbed the dojip, is close to the hand.

‘As expected.’

I don’t understand, but his sense was correct.

He’s not some kind of a master.

I’d rather live.

I’m not talking about strong or not.

It was clear that he had fought countless battles, and in the process, he built a river of blood and built a mountain of bodies.

I’d rather show myself to live in a frenzy.Or, if you showed a wild beast, you would have set up another family.

But now that I’ve seen what’s in front of me, I can only be sure.

He makes cutting a man’s throat as natural as picking leaves from a branch. Which means he’s…….

‘I’m more than used to murder.’

Cho Myung-san swallowed a dry needle.

“Maybe this could be my grave.’

After realizing that his back was soaked with cold sweat, Cho Myoung-san finally made up his mind and got up.

“Let’s work together.”

“…….”

“What… what did you say?”

“I said let’s work together.”

Those around him took their eyes off Chung-Myung and looked around Mount Cho Myoung. Their eyes were filled with dismay and anger.

“Did you just ask him to join forces?”

“You’d better shut up. Age doesn’t mean anything in Gangho. It’s the health that counts. And he’s an absolute powerhouse. It’s also…….”

Cho Myoung-san shut up.

There’s no point.

No matter how much he explains it, there is no way to make him understand how familiar the author is with murder. Because it’s not a matter of logic, it’s a matter of sense.

How am I supposed to explain to them the sound of the senses shouting?

“Anyway, if we don’t join forces, we’re all dead.”

It was a ridiculous sound.

But everyone here knows that the nonsense is not a lie.

They are all people who have rolled as hard as they can in the strong lake. If he could not grasp the opponent’s strength even after seeing the fight in front of him, he would not have survived until now.

‘Not a breath was lost.’

Not a bit of damage was done until that Dara sword was decapitated. Therefore, there is actually more than meets the eye in the skills of Daeragum and Chung-Myung.

If Chung-Myung had decided to use his strength properly without conserving his physical strength, his neck might have run away with the Dara Black sword.

At least those who were left were those who could grasp the nettle.

“How can he be such a yacha…….”

Shandong High Prosecutors’ Office gave a low moan.I am not able to pinpoint exactly what is great, but I am sure that that young man’s ability has reached a level beyond their reach.

Son Myung bit his lips.

“Let’s work together.”

“…….”

Everyone remained silent at Son Myeong’s words.

“It’s pride, it’s bullshit, it’s what you have to live to protect. And who knows that we’ve joined forces here?”

If it were known to the world that they had co-founded young Hawasan’s disciples, even if they survived, they would be laughed at.

For a strong man, ridicule is the last thing to tolerate.

But this is an underground darkroom with no eyes to see.

If they’re the only ones who shut up, who knows how to kill Chung-Myung?

The agony was short, the judgment was quick.

Those who actively sympathized stepped forward without saying a word, and those who were passive did not have to back out. Regardless of the joint venture or whatever it takes, Chung-Myung must be killed to survive here.

Chung-Myung’s eyes sink darkly as he looks at those who stare at him with a change of momentum.

Are you angry?

No way.

They think Chung-Myung was angry at the bodies, but he wasn’t particularly angry. Rather, I agree with them.

The fact that he entered the sword gun with a weapon means that he was ready to die here. It is meaningless to separate the right from wrong the way people are killed by throwing themselves in the middle of dying and killing each other.

Hong Dae Kwang did not seem to think so, but it was natural for Chung-Myung, who experienced a hellish war in which they could not kill each other in evil and ended up in a mutilated plot.

I’ve seen so many more terrible things.

The anger that is likely to break through the flesh and the passion that is likely to explode the heart are worthless in the battlefield.

The reason he killed the Dara sword was very simple.

Because the Dara sword tried to kill him.

Since he came to life in this body, Chung-Myung has never been on the battlefield. You can’t call it a battlefield, like a kid’s prank or a bimoo fighting with each other.

Only when my arm is full of malice to kill the opponent even if it falls off, can it be called a battlefield.

And in the battlefield, one should not have a situation in one’s hands.

Just that.

That’s what Chung-Myung realized in a long war.

Again.

Red blood fell to the floor on his plum sword.

Chung-Myung looked at them with cold faces as they crept up with their weapons.

Nine in total.

Kills all nine while preserving as much physical strength as possible.

“Dear child… .. I can’t even call you a child child.”

The powerful Makhoe took the lead with its face distorted. Then he stuck out his ax all the way to the front, which was blue in the blade.

“Honor it. If you hadn’t been so strong, we’d never have joined forces.”

Chung-Myung stared at the last episode and opened his mouth low.

“If you’re done talking, come on.”

“…….”

The last episode clenched its teeth.

Shameful.

But I know the last episode. Even shamefully, life is a thousand times better than death that protects pride.

Moreover, this is a place where no one recognizes me no matter how I die. In such a place, pride was not worth a penny.

“I’ll give you the guts. Even if you die here, I’ll leave your name on the world.”Meanwhile, Chung-Myung was coldly grasping the opponent’s strength.

Joint work?

I don’t really want to blame it.

The fundamentalists of the old-fashioned Gang-ho are ashamed of being united, but that’s not funny. Does that mean you want us to go one by one and die when our opponents are stronger?

This is not a game.

There’s no such thing as dying and killing. Poisoning, jointing, hanging by the pants, anything is allowed to survive.

But some people didn’t seem to think so.

“A child younger than himself, nine, not just one or two. You must have a thicker face than I thought to survive in the strong lake.”

That’s it’s byeok.

One person walked slowly and filled the seat next to Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung turns his eyes and looks at him next to him.

Baek Cheon.

He stood by with a faint smile.

Maybe he’s out to help Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung’s response to the death penalty’s cordial behaviour was very simple.

“What, it’s disturbing. Get out of my way.”

“……I can help you with this…….”

Baek Cheon sighed. Then ignore Chung-Myung’s words and pull out the sword and point it forward.

“Hold it in there if it bothers you.”

“……Huh?”

“I am your private residence, and I am your colleague. What kind of private servant fights for his life, and he only watches it?”

No, I’m saying it’s comfortable.

You’re disturbing me.

“You’re right. Private residence.”

Perhaps impressed by the words, Yoon-jong quickly approached and stood on the other side of Baek Cheon wearing Chung-Myung.

“You can’t just watch a priest fight for his life because he’s executed.”

“…….”

“Uh, I agree with that.”

Jo-Gol.

“Let’s fight together.”

Yoo-Esul.

Chung-Myung sighed as he looked at Hwasan’s students who filled his left and right sides.

“Anyway, this is why young men.

Seeing him rushing to fight together without knowing what’s going on, I’m getting annoyed.

“Then I’ll have to have my arms cut off and my neck cut off. You think they’re easy?”

“I know it’s not easy.”

Baek Cheon worked coldly.

“But if you keep hiding behind your back just because your opponent is strong, you’ll be watching you fight forever. It may be disturbing now, but if we fight like this, we will be able to support you one day.”

“…….”

“If you want to push me away, knock me down. I’m dead when I’m dead, I’ll never see.”

Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

But…

‘You’re right about what you’re right.’

Chung-Myung knows that Baek Cheon’s words are not wrong. In order to grow up, you have to go through the real game. The more dangerous the practice is, the greater the scope of growth.

In other words, for the growth of the Hasan literature, it is necessary to leave it to them even if it is possible for Chung-Myung to solve it.

I know it in my head.’

How should I say this.

Chung-Myung, who has never raised a child, seems to be able to understand a little bit that it is a parent’s heart. If it seems a little dangerous even though you know that you need to throw it into a rough patch to grow, I will step up first.

Chung-Myung, who secretly looked at his colleagues around him, poked out his mouth.

“I’m not going to help you if I’m going to die.”

“The sea I hoped for.”

“I never thought you’d help me! Once in a while you overestimate your personality!””Let me see the death penalty of Jo-Gol later.”

“……Huh?”

The death penalty looked at Jo-Gol with wistful eyes.

He always crosses the line when he’s drunk.

Soon, Chung-Myung looked forward and gave strength to the hand holding the sword.

How should I say this.

‘That’s a weird feeling.’

It is not reliable at all. I feel like my luggage has increased.

By the way…

– Let’s go, death penalty!

– Let’s go, priest! Let’s show them the power of Hawasan.

Please leave some for me this time, Chung-Myung. The death penalty!

Chung-Myung lowered his head slightly.

It’s weird.

This is very peculiar.

It’s not reliable at all…….

Moreover, there is no more then-Hwasan.

No matter how hard you try, you’ll never get back.

But…

Chung-Myung bit his lips and shouted.

“Let’s go! Break their heads!”

“Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The death penalty ran forward screaming.

Running in step with them not too late, Chung-Myung bites his lips.

Death penalty. Long death penalty.

My wasan…….

It’s here, too.

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