return of Mount Hua Sect MTL - chapter 281

Ch 281

Chapter 281: 281

“The head, yay, yay, yay, yay!”

Hawsan’s momentum was unstoppable.

Of course, it has rarely happened to blow the opponent away in the first qualifying round.

Basically, the opponents are now beginning to be wary of the disciples of the Hwasan faction, and only the strong have survived.

But Hawsan’s disciples managed to sweep their opponents away, not allowing a single defeat until the last day of the qualifying round.

It’s pleasant.

I felt like the things that had piled up in my heart were opening up.

Wirip San, who was looking at the scene with a delighted face, smacked his lips with the look of something getting caught.

I like them all.

I really like them all.

Why…….

“Do you call it a sword? You should come to Hwasan and climb a cliff, too!”

“Put your head in front of me!”

“Waist! Waist! Waist! Ankle!”

“Did it avoid you? Did it avoid you? Come on, let’s go for it today!”

“…….”

Why…….

Why did everyone become like that? How did you get to that point?

Wirip San recalled Hawasan at the time he had visited.

Although the old, half-falling warp exhibited the epitome of a failing gatehouse, the Taoists of Hwasan lived within it all had a masterly appearance.

How much did you admire the clear appearance?

It wasn’t just to uphold the maintenance of his predecessors that he had been carrying on with Hwasan’s shorthand. Because the image of Hwasan that I saw as a child remained so distinct and impressive.

But now, uh…….

“Good job! Head! Head!”

“…….”

Like a child……. No, I’m still a baby. She’s a kid!

Anyway, looking at Wiso Haeng, who loves it so much…….

‘I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about this.’

The head expresses concern, but the chest heats up and the hips stir.

I wonder if this is a dream or a reality as I see Hwasan’s disciples unilaterally pushing the latecomers of the Old File Room and the Great Sega that they were so afraid of.

When did Hwasan become so strong?’

Of course, Wirip San has already seen Chung-Myung and his party’s performance with both eyes.

But this is a separate matter.

Regardless of their status, people with genius talents often appear in the literary circle. Such people raise the status of the Moon faction and create a foundation for becoming famous.

In other words, people like Chung-Myung and Baek Cheon can appear anywhere without much effort or process.

It’s certainly a good thing, but that alone doesn’t prove the capacity of the clique.

But…….

Why is everyone so strong?’

You’re not going to lose?

At the arena?

Wirip San blinked his eyes.

It is not such a sloppy competition where people in the neighborhood gather and fight for a drink. It is a non-military competition where latecomers, who are recognized among the world’s prestigious, gather and fight.

But even though it’s a preliminary round, is it possible not to lose a single round?

Wirip San looked around with blank eyes.

There was something else I couldn’t understand more. The only students who are excited about this ridiculous result are Hwagyeongmun’s students.

Hwasan’s disciples simply stared vacantly at each other to see if they took this for granted or if their colleagues were not interested in fighting.

Whoops!

Yoon-jong, who hit the opponent’s neck with a sword, speaks low looking at the opponent falling down.”It wasn’t bad, but you’ll have to try a little harder.”

Of course, it’s not as easy to try as Hawsan’s Mundos.

Yoon-Jong came down from the stage amid cheers.

“Really…… it’s really cool!”

Wiso Haeng’s eyes are hazy.

What a long-awaited sight.

The image of Hwasan’s disciples breaking through many famous disciples and making their name known to the strong.

However, I was happy to see such a sight in real life, but I was also dazed.

Should I say it doesn’t feel real?

How can everyone be so strong?’

Chung-Myung and his party were originally strong. But I didn’t think the other disciples of Hwasan would be this strong.

What’s more…

‘He won, too, didn’t he?’

Wiso Haeng’s eyes turned to Dang-Soso, who sat next to him.

I heard you just started HWASAN, and you’re acting like this.

That fact gave Wiso Haeng hope.

Can I do that?’

He stared intently at Dang-Soso.

Then, she turned her head to see if she felt her eyes while she was opening the jerky.

“What?”

“Oh, no…It’s not that…….”

Wiso Haeng squirms and rolls his eyes.

Then Dang-Soso pulled the jerky basket on the Wiso Haeng side and moved it toward me.

“Don’t go after other people’s jerky. My hand is going to fly away.”

“…….”

Then Yoo-Esul came back after finishing the choreography. Then Dang-Soso jumped out of his seat and ran with a wet towel and a bottle of water.

“Accident! Accident! Here!”

“Thank you.”

“Hehe. Don’t mention it.”

Wiso Haeng smiled as she looked at Dang-Soso, who had a completely different look at him.

Oh, it’s the Hwasan guy.’

Anyone can tell it’s Hwasan. Anyone can tell!

Chung-Myung, who was sitting at the time, got up and yawned, stretching his body.

“Oh, I’m bored. How long do we have left?”

“There’s only one game left.”

“Who is it?”

“Baek Sang.”

Chung-Myung nodded.

“Baek Sang, you’re going to win if you’re a private servant.”

“Right, it’s the strongest of the white porcelain boats.”

Baek Cheon, Yoo-Esul, Yoon-Jong, and Jo-Gol are people who walk on completely different paths within Hwasan.

With the exception of the five, including Chung-Myung, it was Baek Sang who competed for the best of Hwasan’s two great disciples.

I can’t imagine Baek Sang losing when others won without a hitch.

“Tell him to get it over with. What’s so boring about this Bimu?”

“…….”

The corners of Baek Cheon’s mouth trembled slightly.

Aside from feeling bored by the descendants of the famous writing fighting for honor, it is clear that something is missing from his head.

“It’s over in no time. It’s Baek Sang’s turn if we win on that stage.”

“That stage?”

Chung-Myung’s eyes turned to the non-stage pointed by Baek Cheon.

“Well.”

Chung-Myung grinned as he saw a man holding a sword on the stage.

“What’s with the Southern Palace?”

“Yes, it’s a danak sword.”

Baek Cheon spoke in a low voice. Feeling determined by the tone, Chung-Myung looked at the danak sword with new eyes.

‘That’s pretty strong.’

There must be in the world.

The talent and background of the great masters who are seeking the only place in the sky.

That danak sword, Namgung Dowi, was such a man.

If it were not for Chung-Myung, that name would surely have existed among those who were fighting over the world’s first people.

“What do you think?”

“What?”

“Can you win?”

Baek Cheon rolled up the corners of his mouth slightly.”Of course, you have to compete to know…….”

“But?”

“…none.”

Chung-Myung tilted his head.

What’s missing?

“I don’t have the confidence to lose. You son of a b*tc*.”

“Oh? My colleague…….”

Baek Cheon pulled out a sword.

“No, Baek Cheon’s private life is full of confidence.”

Chung-Myung quickly changed his words and laughed.

“Sasook. I have a question.”

“Huh?”

“Can I ask you?”

Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung slightly dismayed. Maybe it’s because of what happened, but if this guy comes out like this, I get nervous.

“…what is it?”

“Sasook is a vibrating dragon, isn’t it?”

“It’s Baek Cheon.

“Your brother is Jin Geum Ryong.”

“……but?”

Chung-Myung asks with a smile.

“So you got a silver dragon?”

“…there is, my second brother.”

“Really?”

“I couldn’t have been selected as a representative because I wasn’t so talented in martial arts.”

Oh, my God, there was a real silver dragon.

Chung-Myung looked in the direction of Jong-nam with a shivering eye.

“I don’t know what kind of man he is, but I know one thing. Your father’s naming skills are like Asura’s from hell.”

“…I’m sad to have to sympathize.”

Jin Dong-ryong… No, Baek Cheon closed his eyes tightly.

“Don’t let your guard down at home anyway.”

“Huh?”

“He’s strong.”

Chung-Myung, who has already become a little serious, looked at the danak sword and said.

“Genius things sometimes show ridiculous things. Common sense ignores factors such as strength of training, understanding of swords, and experience, and makes an incomprehensible achievement.”

“He’s such a genius?”

“Probably.

Baek Cheon’s eyes chased the dagger on the stage.

‘Namgung Dowi.’

I’ve never heard Chung-Myung so generous with others.

Isn’t Jin Geum Ryong, who thought Baek Cheon was a lifelong wall and a genius who couldn’t win even if he poured everything into it, Chung-Myung treated him like a worm?

But a genius…….

I’m getting angry.

Baek Cheon’s eyes sank cold.

I’ll break it for you.’

It was when Baek Cheon was determined to be determined. Chung-Myung snuck in his face.

“Are you conscious?”

“How could you be unconscious?”

“Ho? There’s still a golden dragon left, and you’re conscious of what Namgung is doing?”

“You’re not a big deal.”

It sounded insignificant. Chung-Myung grinned.

“Oh, now I know how to be quite arrogant. Jin Geum Ryong is nothing.”

“Huh? Did I say that?”

Baek Cheon scratched the back of his head with a slightly awkward face.

“No, that’s not what I meant.….”

“Living quarters.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t be arrogant.”

“…….”

Baek Cheon flinched. Before I knew it, Chung-Myung’s eyes had sunk cool.

“It’s normal that frogs don’t remember tadpoles. Stronger doesn’t remember when he’s the underdog. So he doesn’t care about those who are weaker than him.”

“…….”

“But the only frog that can be a real goldfish is a frog that remembers that he was a tadpole.”

Chung-Myung, who said so far, relaxed his face and shrugged.

“I know you’ll feel good about being strong. But if you don’t look under your feet, one day you’ll be caught by someone who crawls up. Then your ankle will fly away.”

Baek Cheon bit his lips slightly.

Now I’m relieved, but every time Chung-Myung made such a straight face, I felt a tightening heart pressure.I know him, but I don’t know him.’

This is not just about strength. It’s the dignity that comes from a man himself.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Yeah, you should. That’s how we…….Hey! Why are you pulling out the sword, again!”

Baek Cheon smirked and pulled his hand off the sword. And I asked.

“So you became a golden woman because you were a frog that always looked down on you said.”

“Huh? Come on, what are you talking about? It’s not me.”

“Huh?”

Back Cheon tilted at the sudden modesty.

You’re not?

Then Chung-Myung pointed at him and stretched out his belly.

“I’m a dragon or phoenix, if you think about it. A dragon is a dragon even if it’s a baby.”

“…….”

“A private lodging is a frog. Don’t you understand?”

“…is he a jerk?”

It was just as Baek Cheon was strangling Chung-Myung.

Whoosh!

Dust rose around the arena with a loud blast.

After a while, the dust began to settle, and Namgung Dowi stood in the middle of it was seen.

“The winner is Namgung Dowi of Namgung Sega!”

Namggung Dowi went down with an uninspiring look, as if he had won a very natural victory.

“It’s bad luck.”

“Yeah, it’s like someone from the past.”

“What about me?”

“I didn’t say anything, but here’s someone whose foot is numb.”

“Yes.”

Baek Cheon couldn’t say much and groaned.

I couldn’t deny it. Back in the past, Baek Cheon would have won and come down from the stage with that face.

“If he breaks his head, he’ll come to his senses.”

“Ho? Are you confident?”

“You have to say you’re confident!”

Baek Cheon clenched his teeth.

His ultimate goal is to beat Chung-Myung. But you can’t get caught in a place like this.

“That’s a good answer. But it’s not just Namggung Dowi. There were some really noticeable guys.”

“…Really?”

Chung-Myung nods his head.

“Maybe the finals will depend on how you meet them. It’s better to have as many left as possible. Hmm.”

Chung-Myung scratched his cheek.

“But those Shaolin people won’t make it like that. I’m going to manipulate it, apparently.”

“Fabrication? Shaolin’s manipulation?”

“What are you talking about? They’re not gonna feed all these kids and put them to sleep for free. If you have something to gain, you get it.”

Baek Cheon squinted at Chung-Myung’s words.

‘That’s true.’

For some reason, Shaolin had vague expectations that he would not do so. I feel like that expectation is breaking now.

“Anyway, let’s wrap up the preliminaries and think about it. Baek Sang, you’re going to be the last one to go?

“Yes, I’m going up there.”

Baek Cheon and Chung-Myung watched the non-stage. Baek Sang, who was waiting, was facing a Shaolin monk wearing a yellow gun.

Am I the end?’

Baek Sang pulled out the sword in a relaxed motion.

I can’t be the only one to lose when everyone wins. We will beat him and finish the preliminary round with a clean sweep.’

It’s a preliminary round, but it’s a total victory.

This result will be remembered as the greatest achievement and achievement that Hwasan has made in recent years.

The finishing touch.

Baek Sang faced his opponent with the feeling that he was drawing the last eye in a colorful dragon painting.

You don’t look too strong.’

A slightly tender-looking body and still young face. It had a strong impression that it came to gain experience rather than skills.

But it’s Shaolin anyway.’

Baek Sang knew very well.

They think they look weak on the outside, but they fall to hell.

Don’t you think so just by looking at Chung-Myung? If he had faced Chung-Myung elsewhere as an enemy, he would never have received the impression that he looked strong.And I’m sure you fought thoughtlessly and broke your head.

Don’t let your guard down. I do my best unconditionally.’

“Go!”

As soon as there was a voice to compete, Baek Sang held a ceremony for the quarterback.

“I’m coming!”

First, I’ll look at the other person’s reaction with a plum pot, and then I’ll go straight to the twenty-fourth plum…….

“Huh?”

At that moment, Baek Sang saw.

The sight of the opponent’s fist, which is held out toward him, turning into a radiant gold color.

“Huh?”

And it became the last sight that Baek Sang remembered.

Bang!

With a short, huge boom, the golden power from the outstretched fist swept Baek Sang away.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Baek Sang screamed sadly and flew beyond the arena and the stands to the outside of Shaolin’s fence.

“What, what!”

“That crazy!”

Not only the audience but also Hwasan’s disciples jumped out of their seats in astonishment.

Even Chung-Myung stood up in surprise.

“Bae, Baekbo-shin-kwon? What the hell is that, man?!”

Chung-Myung’s eyes, which looked at Shaolin on the stage, became as big as a lantern.

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