Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 270
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Chapter 270 – Should I Show What A Real Trouble Is? (5)
Shaolin is one of the largest known temple sects in the world.
Shaolin’s status in the Kangho is huge, but its status in Central Plains is no less than it.
Ever since the Dharma began to preach about Buuhism in the land, Shaolin has become a sacred place for almost all the people.
Of course, its scale is also so huge that such a place cannot be found anywhere.
And now this huge Shaolin temple was so full of people with no room to step in.
“Ah! Don’t push!’
“I’m here, you people!
“Who brought the chair? Who brings a chair to such a small place? Are you crazy?!”
The number of people who were here to participate in the competition isn’t small, but compared to the people who came to see the spar, they were nothing.
“Should we look like this?”
“I don’t know! There hasn’t been such a thing in hundred years! If we don’t see it now, there is no guarantee that we will see it for another 100 years! Even if my neck cracks, I need to watch it!”
From the first day of the competition, there were no space to walk. Because of this, even after all the 1,000 monks were mobilized, they had a hard time controlling people.
“Wow, look at the people.”
Jo Gul was shocked as he looked around.
The area where the participants were waiting and the area where the spectators were seated was separated by a red line. Thanks to this, the sects who were participating could sit comfortably.
“The competition is in the sparring training hall?”
“Right.”
At Yoon Jong’s answer, Jo Gul narrowed his eyes and looked around.
“The hall is smaller than I thought. I thought it would be different because it is Shaolin.”
“Gul.”
“Yes, sahyung.”
“look to the side.”
“Uh?”
Jo Gul turned his head. In front of the densely crowded place, several more markings were laid on the ground, like a area for the spar to happen.
“… we will use all that?”
“Looks like it.”
“What the…”
Yoon Jong shrugged.
“There are close to 20 sects who got the platinum letter. Then, there are only four hundred participating. If it is the gold, silver and bronze then the participants would be over thousand.”
“Thousand?!”
Jo Gul was shocked. Jo Gul opened his mouth wide and Yoon Jong nodded.
“That is why the letter was needed. If they let all those who want to participate it take around three and a half months to get the results.”
“Wow…”
Jo Gul was now feeling the influence of this place.
‘But, thousand participants.’
When will all of them get their chance?
“it seems like the preliminary round will be held in roughly two days. After that, they said, they will move to a central training hall and hold the finals. There will be around 100 people left after that.”
“Hundred.”
Jo Gul grabbed the sword on his waist.
‘A hundred people, I need to be in them.’
Although the goal is to climb as high as possible, the rank in the spar isn’t determined by skills.
If you are against the possible winner of the first round, isn’t it just like a bizarre situation of being eliminated right away?
What if there is a situation where one gets eliminated due to bad luck in the early stages?
‘I don’t even want to imagine.’
That bastard will chew me alive. Throughout the time, all the way back to Mount Hua, even after heading back to Mount Hua!
“Ugh. If I lose, Chung Myung will crush me down…”
“Are you worried about that?”
“Uh?”
“It looks like you are fighting with the elites of the other sects, but you don’t seem worried about that.”
At Yoon Jong’s words, Jo Gul glanced around.
The disciples of the prestigious sects were all with bright eyes and enthusiasm. The aura they were exuding out was enough to know how strict their training must have been.
If it was Jo Gul of the past, he would hve been shocked at this sight. Because they were distinguished disciples of a sect he couldn’t even imagine.
Is it a little different now?
‘well.’
It is true that the status of Mount Hua has risen a lot, but Jo Gul hadn’t really felt that changed status.
Because there is no one who looks at the disciples of Mount Hua in envy. And no one gave him special treatment.
Still, well…
“Sahyung.”
“Uh?”
“I think it will be strange to say this, don’t they look easy?”
Yoon Jong, who glanced at the other participants, smiled.
“Of course they look easy.”
“Still, they are called as disciple of prestigious sects.”
“Is there anyone like Chung Myung in there?”
“… there can’t be two such people in the world,”
“Right. We live that bastard every day, so why will we be afraid of anyone? Even if you see a monster will three heads or six heads I don’t think we’ll be scared.”
“Right…”
They were the disciples who feared the hands of Chung Myung and didn’t fear anything else.
“So when does the competition start?”
“It has to start.”
Yoon Jong pointed forward.
Following the gesture, he turned to see a Shaolin monk walking.
He had a reverent posture, and then raised his head looking at the people gathered there.
The hall, which was noisy, went silent in an instant.
The Shaolin monk, who drew the attention, spoke with a heavy voice.
“I would like to express my gratitude to the disciples of each sect who took out their precious time to come and participate in this competition and to all those who came to watch it too. I am Shaolin monk, Gong Cho.”
At the name ‘Gong Cho’ whispers rose.
“Then he is?”
“The Immovable Fist, Gong Cho!”
Among the Gong disciples of Shaolin, Gong Cho is one of the most famous people. He is one of the representative martial artists of Shaolin who dealt with a lot of evil doers in the past with his high skills, and was known to be rarely violent.
No one could hide their excitement at the fact that such a person was conducting the spars.
“And I would like to thank the sect leaders who grace us with this event.”
Gong Cho turned to the high podium on one side of the hall.
Sect leaders of each sect were seated there. They were all greeted with cheers and claps.
Yoon Jong smiled at this.
“Sect leader must be in a good mood.”
“No, sahyung. He must be very uncomfortable, right?”
“… is that so?”
Right. Hyun Jong wasn’t in the position to be used to all this.
“If you think about it, the sect leader of Southern Edge and the Wudang sect leader are sitting on either side. He will gulp down the water.”
“Right.”
“Then we need to make sure he stays there comfortably.”
“Yes.”
At that moment, Gong Cho spoke with a voice full of strength.
“From now on, we will be holding the Worldly Murim Competition! Those who are called up go out to the designated place. And the circle there was prepared faily in the presence of each sect leader so no complaints will be accepted.”
Baek Cheon clenched his hand at it.
‘This is the start.’
He took a few deep breaths and looked at the ground with sunken eyes. In the distance he could see the Southern Edge sect disciples gathered around. JIn Gem-Ryong and his father will be there too.
“Phew.”
Chung Myung noticed BAek Cheon.
“Trembling?”
“Of course I am.”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung titled his head at Baek Cheon who calmly acknowledged it. Baek Cheon continued in a calm voice.
“We are given the chance to show the sword of Mount Hua to the world, how can I not tremble? I am have a hard time calming my nerves.”
“What?”
You can do some pretty cool things too?
“Take it easy, calm down. Don’t make mistakes while trying too hard.”
“Chung Myung.”
“Sasuk like people fail when they try too hard to do something.”
“Chung Myung.”
“Don’t pretend you aren’t them, and calm down.”
“No, brat!”
“Uh?”
Baek Cheon pointed behind Chung Myung with his chin.
“Calling you.”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung looked back.
On the ground, a monk, who was assisting the matches, was screaming on top of his neck.
“Mount Hua’s Chung Myung! Is Chung Myung here! No, where is he? The spar will start!”
“Uh?”
“Chung Myung of Mount Hua? Is he here? If he isn’t then the match will go in favor of the opponent!”
Startled, he raised his hand.
“Here! I am here!”
He jumped out and the monk asked.
“Where did you go to!”
“I didn’t go anywhere…”
“hurry up and come into the circle! Your opponent has been waiting for you!”
“Yes, yes.”
Chung Myung rushed out. The opponent was really waiting for him.
“hello… uh?”
Chung Myung who checked the opponent titled his head.
“Why do you look familiar? Did we meet before?”
“…”
Chung Myung’s opponent.
Kwak Hwan-So. The great disciple of Southern Island sect, bit his teeth.
“Damned Mount Hua bastard! Even if you look down on people this is too much! We only just met two days back how can you forget me?”
“Ah…! The one from back then! The one who flew back at one hit, that was why I couldn’t remember your face.”
“You!”
Kwak Hwan-So trembled and took a deep breath.
“Where did you sell your sword?”
“Uh?”
Chung Myung looked at his waist.
“Ah…”
Seeing the waist empty, Chung Myung checked where he sat and Baek Cheon was holding his sword.
“here.”
Baek Cheon threw the sword over and Chun Myung caught in the air and quickly put it at the waist.
Kwak Hwan-So was a bit stunned at it.
“A swordsman carries his sword at all times. Didn’t Mount Hua teach you that?”
“You’re Not amazing enough to involve yourself in another sect’s education right?”
“What! You are the…!”
“Okay, let’s start.”
Chung Myung, who touched the sword, cracked his neck to the left and right.
Crack.
He didn’t think he would be called in the start but this wasn’t a bad thing either.
On the other side, Kwak Hwan-So had drawn his sword.
Srng!
“You are running around wildly not knowing the difference btwen heaven and earth. This is good. I was just waiting for the chance to get my revenge on the Mount Hua jerks, and the heavens is helping me. As long as I have my sword I will show Mount Hua is no opponent to Southern Island.”
“Ah, yes. Try your best. I will cheer for you too.’
Kwak Hwan-So clenched his teeth. But this time he wasn’t going to be careless.
‘Calm down.’
Hadn’t he already experienced what happens when he rushes ahead without thought? Nothing good comes from being hit like that.
If he has to show something, it has to be with the sword.
There was a lot of spars happening in ten other circles. and the eyes of the people were focused on Chung Myung and Kwak Hwan-So.
Everyone who heard of their recent fight had to watch this.
“Will Southern Island take their revenge?”
“You don’t know? That man is called Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon! Do you not know that he is the most talked about person!”
“Uh? That one is the Divine Dragon? He doesn’t look that good.”
“The good skills of a person aren’t known from their appearance.”
“Couldn’t it be just a rumor?”
“Isnt that something we will know when we watch the fight?”
Everyone looked there with the same feeling.
On the other hand, at some point, the mOunt Hua’s disciple Chung Myung got his name in the speed of wind.
On the other hand, one of the Nine Great Sects One Unition;s Southern Island Sect’s kwak hwan-So, was pushed out by Mount Hua in a fight of fists!
No matter how famous Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon is, defeating the great disciple of Southern Island cannot be easy.
“let’s start the spar!”
With a loud cry, the people in the circle oved.
‘To restore the honor of the southern island!’
Kwak Hwan-So kept telling that to himself.
In that appearance, no one could think the past gossip about him being taken down in one hit was true, they were sure he could win.
He calmed down…
‘Uh?’
Kwak Hwan-So’s eyes widened.
Suddenly it felt like the world went dark.
‘Uh?’
Dark? The world?
‘Witchcraft?’
No.
Kwak Hwan-So realized it quickly.
This wasn’t the world turning dark but his sight being blocked by something.
‘Uh?’
Fortunately, he managed to recognize what it was.
‘The sole of a shoe…?’
But it was too late.
Kwaaang!
The foot of Chung Myung stuck him in the face
“Ackkkk!’
Kwak Hwan-So screamed like a pig and bounced out of the line.
Swish!
“W-what!’
“W-wow!”
The others who were in their own circles and fighting all were startled and avoided the Kwak hwan-So cannon which was moving.
And flying through nine more spars happening, he crashed into the wall at the end of the hall.
Kuuung!
“…”
Everyone in there looked at the man with blank eyes. No, to be precise, they looked at the body which was stuck into the wall.
“…”
Even those who were in the middle of the fight lowered their weapons and looked at it.
Before long, the eyes moved from him to where Chung myung was. And Chung Myung shook his hands as he mumbled.
“You couldn’t get your mind straight even after being hit by my sasuk. How dare you think in front of me. Had a death wish?”
Chung Myung shook his head a couple times and looked at Gong Cho.
“I won right?”
“… Uh?”
“it ended. Can I come out?”
“… Ah, ah!”
Gong Cho nodded his head and said loudly.
“In the first spar, the disciple of Mount Hua, Chung Myung has won!”
At the same as those words came out, the silence broke.
“Woahhhhhh!”
“Oh myyyyyy! One hit!”
“Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon!”
“Ugh! The day to come when I see such a fight with my eyes! It is the best! Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon!”
Chung Myung shrugged and headed out as he received cheers from the people and stood in front of the disciples of Mount Hua.
“See that?”
“Uh?”
“You need to do just that.”
“…”
… yeah, that was helpful.
Thank you so much, Chung Myung.
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