Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 312 - Where Is That Fucking Beggar Now? (2)
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Chapter 312 – Where Is That Fucking Beggar Now? (2)
Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Inside the place where everyone left.
“… Ugh.”
Sweat dripped down like rain but sweat wasn’t the problem here.
Compared to the face swelled up like steamed bread and body aching all over would one care about the sweat?
Most of all, nothing could be done about the head. The had.
That crazy one had some kind of obsession with the head and he kind of aimed for the middle of the head.
‘Insane bastard… why the hell did he do this to me?’
Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon had a grudge against him. why?
“Are you lowering your back?”
Jong Pal straightened his knees and lifted the hips. Actually, putting the head on the floor and lifting the back was nothing for warriors.
However the story is different when the body got beaten in every corner.
“Ughhh…”
“Pretending like it is tough? Feeling like you are going crazy?”
“…”
On top of him who was supporting the body with head and toes was Chung Myung who slapped the guy on the back.
“Won’t do it right?”
“S-sorry.’
“tch, my temper has gone down a lot.”
“…”
“if it was lik before you wouldn’t even be able to open your eyes now. You would have just been searching for your bones.’
“…”
“It would have been better to have not touched me too, but the head… ah, thinking about that time makes me angry,
Chung Myung jumped off his back and kicked him in the side.
“Kuak!”
Jong Pal let out a scream and fell.
“The more I think about it the more angry I get! How dare you bastard!”
Chung Myung began to step on him without mercy.
“Ack! You evil bastard! No! not there…. Ah!”
“That young beggar was bitten like he was caught in the cage of a wild animal. Yah you beggar! I was never beaten like that by anyone in my life.”
Ah, expection of Heavenly Demon.
That bastard wasn’t human either.
“Don’t! tie the limbs and throw himdown the cliff!”
Jong Pal’s legs were trembling.
And watching this pleasant sight was Gu Chil who looked wide eyed at this reality.
‘Want Cho is being beaten?’
Who is Jong Pal?
Among the young beggars, he is one the strongest out there. Hadn’t his talent even been recognized by the higher ups?
Excluding that rotten personality he had, he was someone who was talented in the beggars Union.
But now Jong Pal couldn’t even hit back and was beaten like a dog.
Uh, that….
‘Is obvious.’
It is obvious.
If Cho Sam in the Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon then it wasn’t wrong for this result to come out.
‘Is he really Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon?’
What happened?
A young beggar who constantly got beaten and made crazy noises left in a panic and appears as Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon in just 3 years?
Does that even make sense?
Gu Chil rubbed his eyes but the scene in front of him didn’t change even for a second
“Ack! Ack! Hyung! Hyun! Spare me!”
“Hyun? Hyung? I am a fucking Taoist you idiot! Die! I wont spare you!”
“Taoist! Please spare me!”
“I said I wont you bastard!”
“Ah, no! please!’
“This crazy bastard! How dare you not refer to me rightly!”
“Ah! What do I do!’
Clench!
Jong Pal got up but then was laid down back.
“grrrr.”
And his eyes rolled back
“Ah. Is this bastard acting again? You… right now..”
It was then.
Tak!
Someone put his hand on Chung Myung.
“Uh?”
When Chung Myung turned, BAek Cheon shook his head.
“Stop it.,”
“What? stop what?’
“I don’t know what happened but we don’t hit people like that. if that person was a disciple of Mount Hua I would understand but that person ius of Beggars Union.”
“…”
“if you hit more there will be a problem rising up between our sects. No, we might already have a problem in our hands. So leave it be.’
At those words Chung Myung looked at Jong Pal and stepped back. The guys face was swollen.
“T-thank you.”
Thinking that there was no more beating, Jong Palspoke with tears in eyes and bowed to Baek Cheon.
Seeing that Baek Cheon frowned, the puffed up face was so funny.
“what the .... happened for you to beat people like this? you are a bit thoughtless, impulsive and have the most filthy personality but you aren’t some scumbag who hits people like…”
“How dar you you want to push your luck?”
“Even so, you don’t beat someone without reason. Tellme. What is happening?”
Chung Myung answered.
“It isnt something important.”
“Um.”
“When I was a young beggar before coming to Mount Hua.”
“Okay.”
“I was beaten by this bastard once.”
“…beaten?”
“I was weak then.”
“… weak?”
What is this!
As soon as you were born you were the kind to whip people down,
“…anyway, that was when this bastard hit my head with a club.”
“…. Head?”
Chung Myung nodded
“It was such an intense experience which I can never forget. Maybe that is why I am obsessed with heads.”
Baek Cheon looked at Chung Myung and smiled.
“Ah, is that so?”
“Uh. Ha. I was really hit back then. I couldn’t get rid of my sudden exploded feelings…”
But Chung Myung didn’t continue because baek Cheon didn’t listen and looked at Jong Pal.
Seeing the eyes of Baek Cheon Jong Pal twitched.
“H-Hyung?”
“You are the one?”
“Uh?”
Baek Cheon’s foot hit the head of Jong Pal.
Thud!
With a loud sound, Jong Pal collapsed and Baek Cheon began to swing his fists regardless of it.
“You dog! Because of you! Huh! all because of you the Mount Hua turned into a victim! You bastard!”
Yoon Jong,Jo Gul and Baek Cheon all ran to Jong Pal
“All because of him!”
“Ughh! The enemy! Our enemy!”
“I will killhim!”
The disciples of Mount Hua began to stomp on the guy. Eve Yu Yiseol who was next to Jong Pal was hitting him on the head with the sheath.
“head. Head. Head. Head.”
“Ackkkk!
Jong Pal screamed in pain but no one stopped beating him.
“This is the share of all Baek disciples! This is for Chung disciples and this for Namgun Dowi!”
Baek Cheon’s fists kept falling.
While the stars were flashing in front of his eyes, Jong Pal thought.
Why is Baek Cheon and Mount Hua talking about Namgung!
But now he didn’t have time to ask them that.
At that moment, Chung Myung who was watching said
“Uh, you see…”
“What!”
“he is die….”
“You get lost!”
“…”
Everyone lashed out at him
“I almost had my head broken because of you!”
“Sasuk! Let’s take him to Mount Hua!”
Reasoning vanished from their eyes. Had they gotten hit on the head for the last three years?
Yes, when they didn’t practice properly, when they didn’t learn a technique right or when the devil got bored too and when their progress was called slow.
But thinking all those difficult times were all because of this one beggar, they felt like they could spit fire from their mouths!
“Whya re you covering the head! You bastard!”
“if you didn’t hit him! he wouldn’t have come to Mount Hua!”
“Die! Die! Die!”
Chung Myung looked at the scene with a scared face.
“No, I was the one…”
Why do they look more angry?
Why?
It was then,
Bang!
The door opened violently as if it would break and beggars in rags came in
“What are you doing!”
“t-that!”
“How dare you touch the disciple of Beggars Union! You crazy bastards!”
The disciples of Mount Hua turned their heads in surprise. Dozens of beggars with batting sticks in one hand were comin in.
And seeing their aged face they knew they are the higher ups.
“Ah!”
“To beat people like that!”
The beggar ahead frowned looking at Jong Pal stretched out In front of him
“…. What is this?”
Baek Cheon moves aside. Perhaps the other disciples too noticed the atmosphere they shut their mouths and went back
“You look like disciples of Mount Hua?”
Baek Cheon sighed and said.
“Baek Cheon of Mount Hua.”
He bowed but the opponents didn’t accept it. it means that they weren’t going to listen to their excuses.
“Explain! Why the hell happened for the disciples of Mount Hua to beat a disciple of beggars Union! If there is no convincing reason Mount Hua will bear our wrath.”
Baek Cheon’s face went stiff.
“That…”
And he was about to speak
“Ah! Move it why are you blocking my path!”
A loud noise was heard from behind. And the beggars blocking the path moved at once.
‘Is a giant coming?’
Baek Cheon looked at the door with a tensed expression. In front of him was 6th beggars leader and thestatus is never low.
But if a bigger number one comes in, a 7th…
“Uh?”
“Huh?”
The disciples of Mount Hua titled their heads at the sight of the person coming in. why did he look familiar?
“Where did the people who dared touch our beggar go? do you know how frightening beggars…Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon?”
“…”
“…”
A newly appeared 7th level head.
Hong Dae-Kwang of Hua-Um titled his head and looked at Chung Myung
“You were here?”
“You came?”
Hong Dae-Kwang looked at Jong Pal on the ground and Chung Myung and asked as if wondering
“What is this? That guy is Jong Pal.”
“Yes.”
“You asked me to bring him and I did, so… what is this?”
Baek cheon and Gu Chil roughly explained it and with that Hong Dae-Kwang looked at Chung Myung
“So.”
“Yes.”
“You got hit with that beggar before?”
“Yes.”
“And you got traumatized by it?”
“Yes.”
Hong Dae-Kwang’s eyes trembled
“This…”
Tremendous anger could be seen.
“No, did that beggar plan to ruin the Beggars Union!”
Hong Dae-Kwang ran as he slammed to the ground and kicked Jong Pal who was barely getting up.
“Ack!
Being hit, the guy was back on the floor again.
Hong Dae-Kwang began to scream
“Yah, you bastard! I’d rather have you put in a coffin! What? What was that? you bastard! Be honest! You are a spy of Demonic Sect trying to ruin Beggars Union righ!”
“Ack! Branch leader! No…no!
“What no! That is what you are, you bastard!”
Hong Dae-Kwang was wide eyed and stepped on Jong Pal.
The disciples of Mount Hua who saw it slowly joined him and acollaoration of stepping on the guy began.
The other beggars there only looked at this with bizarre eyes.
‘what the .... is this?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘s-something seems to have happened.’
To surround and beat and others watrching
In this strange existence, Chung Myung said
“N-No.”
Stop it
He might die for real
A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even if it means for a 10 years to pass.