Return of Mount Hua Sect

I will cut it with pride. (4)

“Wow… … .”

“It is also the death penalty.”

The disciples of the volcano clenched their fists as they watched Baekcheon seized the victory.

This bimu was definitely different from the previous ones. Of course, all of the Bimudo volcanoes so far have won, but that was a successful counterattack against a raging opponent.

It means that the one who pushed and attacked has always been a shaman, and this means that the flow has been overcoming the shaman's offensive.

But now the mood has completely changed.

Anyone can see that Bimu's victory was held by Baekcheon.

“Against that shaman… … .”

“… … therefore."

Everyone was surprised by Baekcheon's performance, but there were some who really opened their mouths to tears.

"I… … .”

“No, that… … .”

Jo-Gul and Yoon-Jong's surprise when they saw a shaman and a sword was different from those who just watched.

'You cut that?'

'No, crazy, does that make sense?'

Cutting swordsmanship isn't that great. As long as this side creates a more refined, stronger sword than the opponent, that's enough.

The problem was the characteristics of the opponent's sword.

“… … I cut water with a knife.”

“It doesn’t make sense… … .”

Jo-Geul and Yoon-Jong kept their eyes fixed on Baek-Chun and laughed as if they were absurd.

The swordsmanship of a shaman is continuous like water. The source of that continuity is the sword energy that flows non-stop from the tip of the sword.

Think about it.

Is there any way to cut off the running water?

Of course you can cut it. Because that sword isn't as hard as steel. However, even if water is cut, it will be reunited, and even if it is clogged, it will also come together.

But now Baekcheon literally cut out the water. it was very cut off.

“… … Hey, Cheongmyung-ah.”

"Yes?"

“Is that going to happen?”

“Is there any reason not to?”

In response to the bitter answer, Jo Geul turned her head and looked at Cheongmyeong.

“I can’t?”

“Because it’s the death penalty.”

“Are you going to do private residence?”

“Because it’s a private residence.”

“… … .”

As soon as the jogul grabbed the sword, Yoonjong quickly placed his hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"Do not. If you even get hit by the wounds now, you will really die.”

“… … .”

Cheongmyeong smiled as she glanced at Jo-geol's reddish-purple face.

“Of course you can’t cut water.”

"Yes!"

“But is that water? Are you black?”

“… … .”

Qingming said sternly.

“The Taoist martial arts are nothing more than imitation of nature. If the volcano talks about flowering, the shaman discusses the flow. The shaman's shamanism is simply trying to resemble the never-ending water, and it cannot be perfect water. Of course, it could be possible, but if that happens, then it would be a one-on-one rather than a one-on-one disciple.”

“Of course it is, but… … .”

“At the end of the day, that sword gimmick has continued to flow by drastically reducing the speed at which energy and energy are emitted. No matter how perfectly imitating water, there is bound to be a subtle break in it.”

Jo-Gal's eyes fluttered violently.

“Then you stabbed the sword into that tiny gap?”

“Isn’t it simple?”

“… … You bastard, that's easy to say... … .”

Jo-Gul took off the crane and looked at Baekcheon on the non-stage again. Inserting the sword between the flow and the flow did not differ from the meaning of perfectly grasping the opponent's swordsmanship.

Are you going to try something against someone you see for the first time today?

'Are you crazy?'

If there is a slight discrepancy, it can be a big disappointment again. Even if you succeed, you gain not so much, and if you fail, who would try to do something that could cause great harm? Isn't that really stupid?

'No, no.'

Jo-gal, who continued to think, bit her lip tightly.

Hundreds of thousands had it.

that you will never fail. The conviction that I will never make a mistake. It is something that Jo-Geol would not even dare to do, but it is not particularly difficult for Baek-Cheon. That was the distance between Jo-Gal and Baek-Chun now.

The moment I realized the distant distance, my hands started to tremble. Of course, I knew that Baekcheon was stronger, but I thought that I had narrowed the distance quite a bit recently.

However, Baek Cheon has proven that the distance between Jo-Geol and Jo-Geol has not been narrowed in just a few days.

“… … .”

In Jo-Gul's ears, who couldn't even open her mouth, a voice like Yoon-Jong's sigh came.

“He’s a person who really makes people go crazy.”

“… … .”

"Yes?"

Jo Girl nodded her head in sympathy without saying a word. It was a heavy reaction that wasn't like the usual joggers. Yoonjong gently shook his head.

'It would be a much bigger shock.'

In fact, to a person like Yoon Jong, the existence of Baekcheon is nothing special. After all, I've never dreamed of catching up to Baekcheon in a short period of time.

But it will be different for Jogirl.

'Diligent geniuses are like demons that take away hope.'

Those who follow him will feel as if they are running a race where the finish line gradually moves further away. I'm out of breath and my legs are shaking as if they're about to break, but the finish line gets farther away from getting closer.

How could it be easier to endure that despair?

Jong-Yun Yoon looked at Baekcheon, who was standing on the offstage, in a devoted state.

Anyway, thinking that the biggest shock right now is Muo who is facing Baekcheon.

“… … .”

Unexplainable complex emotions were swirling in his eyes.

despair? Frustration?

no.

Despair and setbacks begin only when you acknowledge what has happened in front of you. However, Muo still did not fully understand the scene he had seen in person.

The swordsmanship he had earned through his lifelong efforts was cut off in one move, like a child's play, and he could not easily admit it.

“… … This… … .”

It's a mistake.

No, it's a coincidence. Maybe both. At the moment when he just made a mistake, the sword of Baekcheon may have accidentally penetrated the sword.

I know it's a nonsensical idea of ​​reason, but there was no other way than to think so. Because he was as embarrassed as someone who had just reached a dead end.

That moment.

“Come.”

Baekcheon raised his sword and pointed it straight at him. It was truly unshakable. Only the air around the hundred thousand seemed to sink heavily. Innocence's heart was constantly shaking, but Baekcheon was as quiet as a lake without a single ripple.

The words Baek Cheon had just said a while ago hit Mu-oh's mind belatedly.

- You are not the only one observing your opponent's sword.

observe. He said it was clearly an observation.

So, doesn't this mean that he understood the characteristics of a shaman's sword with just a few choreography, and cut the sword of innocence based on that?

'Is that possible!'

Muo gritted his teeth.

'It's a coincidence!'

He never disrespected the one hundred thousand. He also had eyes, and he watched all the secret dances up to now. He could not underestimate Baekcheon, who must have been stronger than the disciples of the volcano that came before him.

However, knowing the characteristics of a shaman's swordsmanship and being able to wield the sword accordingly was a matter of another realm. If such a thing was possible at once, would it have been possible for a shaman to keep his name as a prestigious school until now?

“… … You looked ugly.”

Muo struggled to suppress his shaking heart and stood up. And, desperately calming the trembling tip of his sword, he aimed at a hundred thousand.

No words were needed now. He glared at the hundred thousand with boiling eyes.

The moment he read the wrath contained in those eyes, Baek Cheon had no choice but to fall into a strange sentiment.

'You're arrogant.'

I thought it would be deplorable if Muo heard it.

Muo admitted that Hundred Thousand was already above him. The word arrogance may seem inappropriate for a great disciple of a shaman who admits that the second disciple of Hwasan is stronger than himself.

But Baek Cheon couldn't get rid of the idea that he was arrogant.

Admitting that the other person is stronger than you is not being humble.

Muo acknowledged Hundred's strength, but was trying to somehow push that strength into the range he could deal with. With the conviction that no matter how strong his common sense may be.

This was a clear arrogance and a lack of solid experience.

On the other hand, Baekcheon knew for sure. That the world is overflowing with monsters that transcend common sense and geniuses that cannot be tailored.

It's about how humble you are in it.

'If I hadn't experienced it, I wouldn't have known either.'

It was something I could never have known when I was confined in the narrow cage of Jongnam, within the small group of volcanoes.

As he traveled around the world following Qingmyeong, Baekcheon learned the world and deeply realized his powerlessness.

"going."

So now is the time for the shaman to know that powerlessness as well.

Paah!

Baekcheon kicked off the floor and rushed to the front of infallibility.

Muo's eyes widened. In the first place, he thought of the one hundred thousand relative law to narrow the distance. But now, hundreds of thousands of people have been closing the distance with him again.

It's as if the difference in distance doesn't make any difference to dealing with you.

"this… … !”

Furious at the non-ignorance, Muo swung his sword violently. His sword energy began to pour wildly like a waterfall. Soon, Baekcheon's whole body was completely covered in a blue-flattering sword.

one at that moment.

Paaaah!

A red line appeared in the middle of the sword that was raging like a wave with a pounding sound that seemed to tear the air apart.

There are dozens of pouring swords, but Muo has also been training himself in the shaman with constant hardship. A concise and wasteful sword strike blocked all dozens of stabs at once.

'No doubt!'

I was surprised for a moment by Baekcheon's luck, but as long as I regain my composure, it will never be easy.

Kaang! Kaang!

As long as he has made dozens of stabs like that, the opponent will have to breathe again someday. If you can stick your sword in the gap, you can turn the defense into an offensive.

Kaang!

If you only see one gap... … .

Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang! Kaang!

In Mu-oh's eyes, who had barely regained his composure, there was a sense of embarrassment once again.

'Why doesn't it stop... … .'

Paaah!

In an instant, a hundred thousand swords, which could not be properly blocked, passed right next to Muo's eyes. The sword deflected upwards and cut off the tip of his ear as if it were slightly razor-sharp.

throb!

The vivid pain brought the infallibility to reality in an instant.

'Why don't you stop?'

Applying power to a single blow is more difficult than you might think. However, it is several tens of times more difficult to shoot consecutive stabs with such power without stopping.

But now, there was no sign of stopping the hundred thousand swords. Countless stings were poured toward infallibility as if they were pouring down.

Unbreakable swordsmanship, it's like... … .

'Hey, this guy?'

As soon as the thought reached a certain point, the emotion of infallibility fluctuated in an instant. Then, as if not to miss the gap, a piercing incomparably faster than ever before fell like a beam of light between the pouring swords.

Kagak!

It was prevented from being pierced by the neck by momentarily blocking it with a raised sword, but the power of the stab was not something that could be resolved with a hastily swung sword.

The moment the collision occurred, Muo's body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Kudadang! thud!

With his head banged on the floor, his body rose and rolled over the non-stage again several times. Muo, who barely stopped after rolling and rolling on the floor, shook his body as if grabbing the ground.

“Wow, hey, hey, hey!”

Immediately, red blood gushed out of his mouth.

He could not overcome the instantaneous power and suffered an internal injury. But Muo looked up at Baekcheon with trembling eyes, as if pain was nothing.

"you… … it… … .”

“The elder said it.”

Baekcheon said calmly with indifferent eyes.

“It will be a good place to see each other’s swords.”

“… … .”

“So I learned it. It's not bad, the shaman's sword."

There was a sound of something breaking inside of infallibility.

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