Return of Mount Hua Sect

I am fortunate to be a disciple of the volcano. (3)

The mood of the shaman was so depressed that it could no longer be subsided.

four losing streak.

No, to be honest, it's a losing streak.

How would you react if someone had told the shaman that the shaman would fall down on the volcano and lose five times before this rain dance?

He probably just laughed, thinking it wasn't even worth answering.

Because it's not common sense.

But today, the shaman's disciples desperately realized that common sense is ignorance of things that have not yet happened.

No matter how miserable the feelings of Hana Shaman's disciples were, it was nothing compared to the despair that Sanja Heo felt.

right.

A cracking sound could be heard from his mouth.

It was an absolute humiliation.

It was only after shuddering at this absurd sense of humiliation, Heo San-ja understood why his predecessors had reacted so sensitively to the name of the volcano.

In the eyes of Heo San-ja and others, it was just a fallen clan, but his predecessors at the time he had just entered must have vividly remembered what the volcano was like.

If he had seen this with his own two eyes as a child, he would have been more likely to regard him as a dagger in his heart, even if he was a fallen Moon Para.

'Do the same thing... … .'

Heoshan did not know that two tigers cannot live on one mountain.

It is only in the story that we get along well hahahoho just because we walk on the same road. Rather, they have no choice but to growl at each other because they are walking on the same path.

Heo San-zi turned his head to look at his disciples. And he opened his mouth as if chewing and spitting, crushing his anger.

“Now it is.”

“… … Yes?"

“The humiliation ends here. From now on, it is enough to win and restore the honor that fell to the ground.”

Mujin said with a dark complexion.

“But, Elder. There are still volcanic divine dragons.”

“The Volcanic God Dragon is not coming out this time.”

“… … Yes?"

Heo San-ja gently turned his head to glance at the volcano, and then continued.

“The Volcano God Dragon is a person who hates a senseless defeat.”

I've heard a lot of information about Cheongmyeong, and I've also finished understanding his tendencies.

“If he comes out now, he'll have to accept the outcome of winning five and losing the rest. He will never tolerate that.”

“… … You mean you're going to cut your pulse at the right time."

"Yes. If not, they will come out last and try to blow away the previous defeats at once.”

Heo San-ja's analysis was quite accurate and sharp enough that if those who knew Qingming heard it, they would nod in admiration.

"if… … .”

"okay."

Sparks flew out of Heo San-ja's eyes.

"Now that means there's no one there to deal with us."

After all, from the time the rule of ten wins was set, the result was as if it had been decided.

Five of them, called the Five Swords, were able to compete with the shaman, but the rest could never face the shaman's great disciple. The important thing was how to play the rest of the game.

'It's the worst outcome. But that is only within the assumed range.'

It left a huge shock on the viewers as it played five times in a row, but if the shaman achieves a winning streak in the future, that shock will go away to some extent. Then, only the result of winning the match can be preserved.

“Go ahead.”

Heo San-ja said this with a smirk.

“We have to win the rest of the match perfectly. Don't worry about the Volcanic Divine Dragon that will appear at the end, as you have someone to deal with. More than that!”

Heo San-ja looked back at his disciples with his eyes that drifted until he lived.

“You must not forget the purpose.”

“… … .”

“Our goal is not to defeat the volcano. It is to let everyone know that there is no middle class in the volcano, and that the name of a shaman can never be surpassed by the latter index alone.”

“Yes, elder!”

“Push mercilessly. Since the late indexes of the volcano have shone so much, it will prove to be the case that the eaves were raised without pillars!”

The shaman's disciples silently nodded their heads.

They have already lost too much. Even if it happened as Heo San-ja said, everyone knew that the purpose they were trying to achieve had already been ruined.

However, I couldn't take it anymore. it's stuck in a dead end.

“I will go.”

Heo San-ja glanced at the person who stepped forward.

“Ignorance.”

It's not bad if you're ignorant. Although it did not reach the level of the shaman's three swords, it was not far behind. Because he is a talented person at the top of the ranks among the ruthless ships.

“Come over and break the momentum.”

"Yes!"

Mu Gak entered the non-stage with a determined face.

“… … therefore."

Hundreds of thousands look around his disciples.

“… … What do we do?"

no one to send Baekcheon scratched his head without realizing it.

'Didn't you have a waist like this?'

In fact, this could be said to be the fundamental problem of volcanoes.

Of course, the other disciples are also elite Qingming soldiers (?) who overdose (?) of the elixir and practiced to the point of death from overwork. But even so, it was true that it was comparable to Ogum.

'No, actually, it's a bit inferior.'

It's to the point where even if the five of them rush at me, I can't handle one Yoon Jong.

It was the road he had left to resolve this extreme skill gap, but in the end, the shaman and the shaman had come to an end.

“Hey, Cheongmyung-ah.”

"Yes?"

“Aren’t you going?”

At Jo-Gul's question, Cheong-Myeong shrugged his shoulders.

“I would have left, but what if I leave now?”

“… … Yes."

If Qingmyeong is holding on to their backs, the burden on those who go out to fight will be lessened, but if Qingming comes back after winning a match, the burden on those who come after that will be doubled.

"then… … Soso… … . ok.”

Baek Cheon scratched his head.

Of course, Soso is strong. Even through tough battles in the North Sea, he became much stronger than before.

However, no matter how much he thought about it, it was unlikely that Soso would be able to defeat the great disciple of the shaman. I still wasn't good enough.

“Then uh… … .”

Every time Baek Cheon's head turned left or right, his disciples shuddered and shrugged his neck, avoiding their gaze.

"okay! you… … .”

"execution."

Afraid of being named, Baeksang smiled brightly.

“I am a body that has committed suicide. I don't know how to cut a knife."

“… … I'm proud of you, you bastard."

Baek Cheon, unable to hold back his troubled heart, took a deep breath.

Everyone seemed unsure. But it was impossible to blame them for that. In the first place, it didn't make sense for the first and second and third disciples to do secret dance.

It was strange that the Five Swords who managed to achieve victory by failing to do so were strange, but they were not wrong.

“Okay. Just a couple more... … . Yes?"

At that time, Baekcheon's eyes, who had been wandering here and there, stopped at one place.

Among the black uniforms, something yellowish stood out. When he lifted his head a little more, he noticed something shiny... … .

"monk?"

"Huh? Master Hyeyeon?”

“Are you there?”

“I didn’t even know you were following me.”

As everyone's attention was focused, Hyeyeon's face instantly burned and turned red.

“Ah, Amitabha. It's cool to be left alone... … .”

In the beginning, he was left alone at the top, saying that the shape of him would become strange if he was in the Shaolin, though he is a shaman and a shaman.

Then, seeing him secretly sandwiched between his disciples, he burst into laughter.

"monk… … . Uh, Master Hyeyeon... … .”

Baek Cheon, who was about to say something, suddenly turned on the lights in his eyes, turned his head and asked Qing Myung.

“Can’t Monk Hyeyeon go out in the rain?”

“… … Sir. You turned... … ?”

“Ah, no, wouldn’t it be okay to insist on being a volcano eater? In places like Sega, sikgaek is also recognized as Segawon.”

“The dog is making a noise of grazing! It would be better to paint that bald head and give him a sword! Then even if you can't bloom a plum, even a lotus will bloom! Jiji is famous!”

Qingming's eyes were dazzled, but this time, the hundred thousand did not lose.

“It’s because there’s no one to let go, no one to let go! So, why did you drive all the kids out in front of you without any countermeasures?”

“You won instead!”

“Is that the problem, you bastard?”

“Ah, Amitabha… … .”

As the two growled without making any concessions to each other, Hyeyeon did not know what to do and shouted her dislike.

And that moment.

A man came up on the non-stage and swooped towards the camp of the volcano.

“It’s a shaman’s ignorance. Who will be my opponent?”

“… … .”

There was a gloom on Baekcheon's face.

Now I can't take any more time

'Soso? or white? Or Kwak Hoe-na… … . White radish.'

No one wanted to win with certainty, no matter who they brought.

know.

Anyway, the results are here. Nevertheless, Baek Cheon was worried because it was clear that no one would want to bear the first defeat, which resulted in the loss of a winning streak.

He wanted to let someone out who was at least a little bolder and would not be hurt by the defeat.

"ivory!"

Baek Cheon's face hardened.

“You go out.”

“I, you mean that?”

Baeksang looked at Baekcheon with a perplexed face and said.

“If the death penalty tells me, I will go, but… … To be honest, I don’t have much confidence.”

"know."

Baek Chen nodded his head.

“Defeat is acceptable. But even defeat has its own merits. Show yourself as a disciple of volcanoes.”

“… … Yes, the death penalty.”

Baeksang nodded his head as if he couldn't help it. And that moment when you are about to head to the non-stage.

"no."

Someone grabbed Baeksang's foot with a calm voice.

Everyone turned to look at the man who opened his mouth in surprise.

“It doesn’t matter. It is right for me to leave.”

“Sa, Sasuk?”

“Chief?”

it was luck

All the disciples of the volcano opened their eyes.

“Oh, my lord… … .”

“Why are you like this?”

Ungum smiled as if the reaction was strange.

“A great disciple comes out of the shaman, is there any reason why I, who is the great disciple of Hwasan, cannot come forward?”

“… … It's not, but... … .”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“… … .”

No one spoke. However, their gaze was inevitably honest, and they stared at the empty right sleeve of the unsword.

If his excellence had been intact, no one would have thought of stopping him.

On the contrary, the fact that luck sword had stepped forward may have made him a hundredfold more courageous.

one now... … .

“Location.”

“Can I go out?”

Baekcheon bit his lip slightly.

“Don't say that. You are my dormitory. How can I wear my clothes for what Master Suk is doing?”

“Thank you.”

Ungum smiled and lightly tapped the sword wrapped around his waist. And he walked forward.

No one could stop him.

At that time, it was the voice of someone who was blunt that stood up to that dignified gait.

“Are you okay?”

Unsword glanced at Qingming.

“What did you mean?”

“You haven’t gotten used to the left-handed sword yet.”

Ungum smiled softly as if expecting this reaction as well.

“Even so, I can wield a black sword. It’s embarrassing to see the disciples fighting so hard, but the master is just watching.”

"Hmm."

Qingming let out a soft sigh.

“I will watch closely.”

“Then it would be better.”

Ungum, who smiled at Cheongmyeong, stopped for a moment as he tried to move his steps.

“Didn’t the hundred thousand do that before?”

"Yes?"

“There is a level to defeat.”

“… … .”

Ungum stared at the rain stage and moved his steps again.

“I wish I could show you that level.”

The empty sleeves fluttered in the wind.

In the eyes of the disciples of Hwasan, who were watching him slowly heading towards the non-stage, the seriousness that was different from before began to appear young.

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