Return of the Mount Hua Sect - Chapter 315 - Where Is That Fucking Beggar Now? (5)
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Chapter 315 – Where Is That Fucking Beggar Now? (5)
Return of the Mount Hua Sect
Hyun Jong was wide mouthed as he looked at the stage.
“Uh…”
That?
It felt like his head was spinning. He was trying to think of something but it wasn’t clearly forming in his mind.
It was Tang Gunak who was sitting next to him, who helped
“Abbot, is that the Arahant Divine Fist?”
The abbot smiled brightly at the question.
“I think the lord of Tang has more insight than I thought. Yes.”
Tang Gunk was a bit shocked at this.
“Seventy Two Art of Perfection.’
Previously, Hae Yeon only used the Seventy Two Art of Perfection. Hae yeon has already used one technique which is hard to learn even if the entire life was put on line.
It wasn’t just Tang Gunak who was shocked.
“Arahant Divine Fist.”
The other sect leaders looked at Hae Yeon with wide eyes.
Being able to use one technique at this young age isn’t simply an area of talent. Shaolin is the most undeniable sect in the world.
Talented people from all over the world constantly knock on prose to become the disciple of Shaolin sect.
Even the geniuses who flocked under the world’s titles would have to devote their lives in mastering this Seventy Two Art of Perfection. It was this difficult to learn.
But can this child do both of the tough techniques? This made no sense.
Heo Do jinin, the sect leader of Wudang, had a stiff face as he asked the abbot.
“Abbot. If it isn’t too rude may I ask how many of the Seventy Two Art of Perfection did disciple of Hae Yeon learn?’
The abbot smiled.
“Well, it isn’t much. Just a dozen or so.”
“…”
A chilly silence fell on the stage. Even the sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects One Union, who lead the world were at a loss of the words of abbot.
‘Twelve?’
‘Oh my…’
In this creepy atmosphere, Heo Do jinin bit his lip.
‘Fucking shit!’
It is only natural for a human who is bound to be the abbot of the Shaolin to be this humble. But looking back at this situation, it felt like the ability to absorb everything was in this sect.
Twelve.
They never heard of anyone in the Shaolin disciples learning more than 15 till now.
Of course, surely there is a difference of skills for each person, but in the first place the technique is known to be the most difficult to learn.
And it is impossible for a human to learn and understand 12 of them when he is still this young.
Monster.
They thought he was a genius, but no, he is a monster.
‘he was confident that this disciple would never lose.’
And there was only one thing that Heo Do jinin couldn’t understand the most till now.
It was that the abbot had neglected Mount Hua too much.
In the first place, it is clear that this competition was held to highlight the power of the Shaolin hand. In Shaolin’s mind the other sects would have been nothing more than small stones in the way to make them shine.
However, the competition was held and the envy Shaolin should have gotten was snatched away by Mount Hua.
Nevertheless, the abbod didn’t take any actions and aided the situation, which wasn’t understood by many, how could he be this relaxed…
‘Was what I was thinking…’
And it wasn’t only Heo Do jinin who realized it. even ang Gunak was able to notice it.
‘When Mount Hua is in full swing, you will destroy it and snatch away the attention it got?’
When the result of the competition ends with victory of Shaolin in a normal manner, it wouldn’t bring name for Shaolin.
But what if Hae Yeon defeats Chung Myung? Then everyone would exclaim and talk more about them.
People will be feeling the strength of Shaolin once again, and they will admit it that they deserve to be called as the best.
Because the appearance of a hero requires an appropriate villain.
The abbot had a nice smile.
Thinking about what was being hidden behind that smile, Tang Gunak felt a chill run down his spine.
On the other hand, the abbot slightly raised his lips to a smile at the gazes pouring in on him.
‘Their body feels creeped out.’
It has to be.
Because he felt the same when he looked at HAe Yeon’s talent.
In the world, there are countless people called as genius monstera and then there are those who are called as geniuses, but among them only, but among them only Hae Yeon could be called as someone blessed by heavens.
This is something which goes beyond the understanding of normal people. If one understood and tried to be one step ahead, it would only turn their minds complicated.
The abbot thought that Hae Yeon is worthy enough to be called as a genius. If it is Hae Yeon he can bring in the rebirth for the new Shaolin.
Just one thing.
The abbot looked a bit regretful. In his view, hae yeon is a bit too perfect.
He doesn’t know how to hurt others and oppress them. His naturally timid character didn’t know how to change, take the lead and use his martial arts.
So the abbot was aiming for one thing in this competition.
‘if that child can only have the win-win spirit, he might change the history of us.’
A heavy energy, descended on the eyes of abbott looking at Hae Yeon.
Jo Gul slowly looked at Hae Yeon
Hae Yeon had his face red probably from embarrassment by the fact that he destroyed a building ahead of him.
And he looked at the guy who couldn’t stop the embarrassment from reaching and felt sad.
‘Don’t go around giving out such kind of absurd attacks when that innocent you damned bastard!’
This is an unpleasant feeling different from what Chun Myung gives them.
Chung Myung smiles and throws in nasty swords at their heart through that mouth, and this guy he was putting up an innocent face and giving out such energy, both were not the human beings he was taught.
And they both had different feelings.
Jo Gul slowly turned his head and the disciples of Mount Hua were smiling at him.
“He is going to die?”
“he will die.”
“Ah. He cannot survive that one.”
“Yoon Jong, come on light the incense!”
Jo Gul shut his eyes.
‘Those monsters!’
His sajaes were ready to say good by to his spirit but it is almost like they were celebrating it. how can they be Taoists?
Further more…
“Hehehehe.”
Among the sahyung sajaes thre was on person who seemed particularly happy.
‘Yoon Jong sahyung…’
The moment he looked at him, Jo Gul trembled.
‘… better to die than surrender.’
If he had known something like this would happen, he wouldn’t have made fun of…
The disciples of Mount Hua will be humiliating him for the next few days if he gives up.
“I’d rather just die here. shit.”
Jo Gul who saw no way out, finally took the sword up and aimed for Hae Yeon again
“A-Amitabha. Are you fine?’
“…”
Even though Jo Gul was pointing the sword at him, the guy asked if he was fine!
“I-I am sorry. Our abbot said that from now on I can do my best, so I tried to modify the strength a little…”
At that timid mumbling, Jo Gul’s titled his head
“From now on?”
Hae Yeon nodded his head.
“I the disciples of Mount Hua shouldn’t be underestimated so do you best and do not act careless was what he said.”
Jo Gul smiled at this.
‘Is this guy trying to kill me for real?’
If this guy is this careful and goes all out, he is bound to die!
But it felt good too.
In other words the abbot of Shaolin recognized that Mount Hua is a dangerous opponent.
Jo Gul sighed.
Is he confident of the win?
Well.
But all that meant nothing. He clenched the sword. No matter how strong the opponent is, he cannot retreat without even fighting.
At the very least he has to find out just how strong this opponent is.
As Jo Gul’s eyes began to regain composure, Hae yeon began to calm his expression and he let one hand lower and the other right in front of his chest.
Half palm.
In Buuhism, it is basic to bring both hands together but in Shaolin they only have one hand, and that is to show respect. This is to commemorate the Shaolin’s ancestor who cut his arm off to obtain the concept of Dharma.
But what Hae Yeon was doing now wasn’t a show of courtesy.
This is the first movement for Arahant Fist which is the basis of all martial arts of Shaolin.
Jo Gul who saw this narrowed his eyes.
‘Even though you have the power to make the world tremble, you stick to the basics.’
The more he looked at this guy, the more he resembled Chung Myung.
Chung Myung emphasized on the need to stick to the basics of Mount Hua’s martial arts until his mouth wears out.
Jo Gul took a deep breath and moved for Hae Yeon in an instant.
‘We need to win.’
In fact, his own sword movement is a bit different. While others struggled a little bit to make plum blossoms bloom, Jo Gul couldn’t even manage to suit himself to such techniues.
Quickness and strength.
A logical sword technique to take down the opponent quickly.
No matter how hard he tried he always came back to this concept!
Swish!
Jo Guk’s sword went to pierce the throat of Hae Yeon.
But Hae yeon’s eyes didn’t falter even at the tremendous speed. His hand simply moved and then lightly struck the sword of Jo Gul.
Tang!
The sword vibrated and moved back with a clear sound
“Kuak!”
Jo Gul stepped back as he suppressed a groan.
‘What was that?’
The guy simply struck the sword with his hand. But the shock felt on the wrist was too much.
It felt like someone had aqueezes on the wrist and pounded on it and his forearms too were slowly feeling it.
Jo Gul, who was surprised, stepped back to maintain his posture, but Hae Yeon wasn’t going to let tha happen.
Thud!
Hae yeon’s feet moved ahead.
Light yet heavy!
Hae Yen, who lightly went through the gap of the sword Jo Gul was moving for defense, lightly reflexively swung the sword away with the elbow. Then, he twisted his body as if spinning and shoved his shoulder into Jo Gul’s chest.
Thud!
It sounded as if someone crashed through the gate. At the same time, Jo Gul’s body was thrown back into the air.
“Gul!”
“Insane!”
The disciples of Mount Hua yelled out but someone pressed on the shoulders of Baek Cheon whow as ready to run.
“Chung Myung?”
“Wait and see.’
Chung Myung spoke with a serious face.
“That bastard might not know much, he will not just lose with the tenacity he has.”
“…”
As if to prove that statement, Jo Gul was twisting his iar round and round and lightly landed like a bird.
Tuk!
Blood gushed out from his mouth as he barely landed on the stage and his eyes looked red.
‘What is with him?’
The hair on his body stood up. He knew right away that this wasn’t a right fight. But that isn’t the problem here
It is understandable that the overwhelming power the opponent had was terrifying. But now, Jo Gul felt overwhelmed by the sophisticated use of the techniques he was showing.
The feeling of all his effort in the past being denied by one person?
“Spit!”
Jo Gul spat blood onto the floor.
“This is why such things are called geniuses.”
He grinded his teeth in anger.
With just one technique he could feel the difference in him and his opponent. If it was any other man this competition would have felt so discouraging to them. To see a wall so high that no amount of effort can break through.
But Jo Gul didn’t back down.
“I know you are amazingly strong. but…”
He clenched his teeth and ran ahead again.
“I am too used to fighting with such kind!”
Paaang!
A sound of whip being moved from the tip of the sword. The sound of air being ripped apart and the sword embracing anger moved from Hae Yeon.
Thud!
Hae Yeon’s fists, holding the qi on them, deflected the sword. However, Jo Gul used the force which pushed the sword back to spin in the air and then attack again
Swish!
Jo Gul’s sword which had moved in an instant went for Hae Yeon’s body this time.
Swish!
The sword which was aiming for the head turned for the shoulder and the sword which looked to be aiming for the waist went to the stab.
A sword which constantly changed and each one aiming for a fatal wound on the opponent. This seemed like a movement an unorthodox sect would perform.
A Mount Hua sword is considered to be the most bizarre and most practical to deal with loop holes in techniques. Among the disciples of Mount Hua, Jo Gul had the most clear form of it.
But
Thud!
Hae Yeon took a step ahead despite seeing such movements. He wanted to face it head on and moved ahead. One after another
One on top of that.
In the blink of an eye not a single attack made its way to him
Kang! Kang!
Jo Gul’s sword was blocked by a huge large veil made of white qi.
Jo Gul looked shocked at this
‘Well, this is…?’
That moment
Kwang!
A leg stretched out and kicked him on the side.
“Kuak!”
Jo Gul had to lower the sword down to block it, but it was still a power he couldn’t handle.
Jo Gul’s body moved back.
Biting down the lip at the pain he was feeling in the stomach, he lifted his head as he felt something and he saw.
The basic form of Shaolin
Hae Yeon with the legs wide apart and back straight, the hand on one side and the other in front of the chest.
“Ahhh!”
Soon after the hand hear the waist as slammed ahead.
And a blazing gold fist.
The majestic ness filled the vision of Jo Gul at once.
‘shit…’
Kwaaang!
The power of the martial arts of Shaolin’s Hundred Steps Divine Fist was being reproduced here.
Jo Gul was swept back in the air at the powerful wave which crashed at him.
“Ack!”
“Ugh!”
Everyone was shocked.
Wheik!
Someone soared into air and snatched the body of Jo Gul and lowered them down
Tak.
The one holding unconscious Jo Gul was Chung Myung who looked uo
And he looked at Hae Yeon who was in an awkward position on the stage
“…”
Hae Yeon, who felt the cold eyes of Chun Myung, lowered his head. But the gaze continued to stay on him.
Eventually, when Chun Myung moved his gaze he noticed the abbot of Shaolin smiling.
“… smiling?”
Chung Myung’s eyes had a fire bloom in them.
“Right. Even if you die, Shaolin has to win in the end, right?”
Don’t worry.
Because I will break your bald heads soon.