Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 642

Let's continue. 'cause now it's the start (2)

I have been suffocating.

It is because everyone knows how much is at stake in this secret dance, apart from the emotions you feel from that back.

'Looking like this, all the past secret dances feel like entertainment.'

On the other hand, the shaman's elder, Heo-gong.

And the other side is the world's most late index and the undisputed first sword of volcanic activity, Cheongmyeong.

Regardless of whether they are a suitable match for each other, it cannot be denied that this is a match that anyone wants to see at least once.

The result of this match is probably going to be more noisy than anything that Hwasan has ever done since it left the main mountain.

"execution."

Baeksang asked in a slightly shaky voice.

“Can I win?”

“Hmm.”

Baek Cheon could not open his mouth easily, but spoke with difficulty.

“… … It should be difficult, but it’s normal.”

“Is that so?”

“… … .”

Even to Baeksang, Cheongmyeong is like a monster.

Even Baek Cheon and Yu Yi-Seol, who have now gone beyond the genius of Hwasan Bay and entered the realm of the best in the world, are still like children in front of Cheongmyeong, aren't they?

But… … .

'However, if the opponent is the elder of a shaman... … .'

Conceptually, there is no such thing as a competitor.

This was a common thought not only of Baeksang but also of Hwasan disciples.

“Cheongmyung shouldn’t be hurt.”

If you were an ordinary three-generation disciple, your pride would not be hurt if you were defeated by the elder of the shaman. But since he was such an innocent child, it seemed like he could still be hurt.

Baeksang, who looked at Cheongmyeong with worried eyes, whispered in his ear.

"therefore… … Conceptually, though.”

“… … Yes?"

There was a strange light on Baekcheon's face.

“It must be a guy with common sense.”

At Baekcheon's words, the rest of the five swords nodded and added their words.

“I can’t even imagine losing.”

“Will Seol Cheon-sang be counted, or would that elder named Gong Gong count?”

“… … Well. From this point of view, I’m not quite sure.”

“I don’t think I will.”

"Me too."

Baeksang's face contorted in embarrassment as he listened to Ogum's conversation.

“Are you all crazy? The opponent is the elder of the shaman.”

“I mean no. no... … .”

Even after saying this, Baekcheon shook his head as if embarrassed by his own words.

"Yes. The opponent is the elder of the shaman. So this doesn't make sense... … .”

Then he took a deep breath.

“What should I do? I can’t even imagine that Cheong Myung loses.”

“… … Are you kidding me?”

“I wish I was joking too.”

Baeksang stared blankly at Baekcheon. No matter how I looked at it, it wasn't a joking face.

Baek-sang, who was looking around blankly, saw a person who could at least look at the situation objectively.

“S, sir. Hyeyeon Mr. Please say something.”

“… … Amitabha Buddha.”

Hyeyeon, as the class leader, opened her mouth with a solemn tone.

“The shaman's sword is very strong. Besides, the elders of the shaman are those who can say that their sword reached the sky.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So it could be a good match.”

“… … .”

The white man's mouth slowly opened.

'Are you all crazy, really?'

The opponent is that shaman, that is, the elder of the world's first swordsman.

Even though Cheong Myung was like a monster that transcends distribution and age, this was absolutely absurd.

“What is this… … . this… … .”

Baek-sang, who was out of his mind and talking nonsense, looked at Baek-cheon silently.

Come to think of it, these guys haven't really seen Cheongmyeong spread their swords since the late Jisoo secret dance competition.

Even during the fierce battle with all nations, Qingming fought in a place where no one could see it, and they did not follow in the North Sea.

Fortunately, I could have seen it at first glance in the recent battle with the large annex, but I must have not seen it properly since it was in the middle of the battle.

In addition, there is a gap that cannot be narrowed between Chaeju of the Daebyolchae and the elder of the shaman. The dignity that transcends ability is different.

'So this reaction would be natural.'

He must have been evaluating Cheong Myung's ability as the best among the late indexes in his head. At best, they would think that she was a little bit better than Hyeyeon.

“Twitter.”

Baekcheon frowned slightly and spit out the words he didn't want to say.

“Everyone, keep an eye on it.”

“… … Yes?"

“It’s my personality, but it’s open-ended.”

As if Ogum was waiting, he added Chuimsae.

“Yacha.”

“He’s like a beast.”

“Apologize to the beast, death penalty!”

“… … .”

Baekcheon coughed in vain and continued.

“Anyway, that guy is now the best volcanic sword in name and reality. Keep an eye out for the sword you must chase.”

With that said, the Hwasan disciples stopped chatting and focused on Cheongmyeong, who was on the non-stage. Their eyes were filled with strange anticipation and excitement.

'Volcanic God Dragon.'

Meanwhile, Mujin bit her lip as she looked at Cheongmyeong who was on the non-stage.

It seemed that not much had changed.

He has grown a little taller and has a feeling that his body has grown a bit, but it is the relaxed expression he saw at that time, and his gestures did not change at all.

Compared to the time when he suffered a devastating defeat.

The person has not changed, but the status of Cheong-myeong cannot even be compared with that of that time. Even then, it is still called the best index under the world, but the meaning of the word was never the same as before.

So, has the past defeat that Mujin has accepted has become a little lighter?

No way.

In his eyes looking at Cheongmyeong, there was a strong sense of victory and passion.

“Calm down.”

"Ah… … .”

At that moment, at the sound of a voice next to him, Mujin unwittingly loosened his fists.

“There are plenty of opportunities for you to insult me, even if it’s not this time.”

“… … I know."

“The priority is to restore the honor of the monk.”

Mujin nodded quietly.

He also had no intention of swearing in his stead to come here. Because the situation has already gone to the point where he can't help it.

It's just a pity that it's not him who insults the volcanic god, it's private tutoring.

“That kid is definitely a great kid. It is said that not only did I beat you, but I also defeated the Shaolin Cheilgijae, and even the head of that great annex, Gwangwoodo, was cut off.”

“… … Yes."

“But it doesn’t mean that what’s great now will necessarily carry over into the future.”

Mu-jin stared at Heo San-ja with suspicious eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“I have seen my brilliance disappear countless times.”

“… … .”

“It is not the strong who survives, but the strong who survives. A staunch genius tends to lose its light even with just one defeat. I don't know if that child has the hardened wick to chew on defeat and rise again."

Heo Sanja narrowed her eyes.

'Volcanoes are dangerous.'

It is a fact I have known since I came here, but seeing it with my own eyes like this, Hwasan is so excellent that the rumors of Kangho are overshadowed.

I was afraid of how much stronger I would become if I left it like this.

'My mistake is that I didn't find the right source.'

I only found out when the air came out.

Who are the volcano disciples looking at in front of a person who is difficult to handle on their own?

Even from the enemy's point of view, even that five sword, who had no choice but to admire and acknowledge his skill, unconsciously looked at the blue sky as soon as the air appeared.

'That kid was leading.'

I've heard rumors like that, but I didn't believe them until I saw them like this. No matter how much the volcano collapsed, it was once a prestigious inscription that made the world go wild. Who on earth would believe that such a clan is led by a child who has just passed the terms and conditions?

Anyone with a bit of common sense had no choice but to laugh.

Therefore, I thought that the rumor that he would become the center of the clan and lead the uptrend was an exaggeration, even if he could be the same person who will bear the future of the clan with expectations for his talents and skills.

But the latter was true, not the former.

Now everything else was fine.

Void's judgment was correct. In order to break the momentum of the volcano, we have to break that blueness, not anyone else.

Even if the shaman achieves a complete victory, the momentum of the volcano will not stop as long as the clarity is not broken. Conversely, even if the shaman is completely defeated, the volcano will no longer be able to use its power if only that cheongmyeong is broken.

'so.'

That child must be cut off on the spot.

'Even if you use your hands too much, even if there is an accident.'

And if you were in the air, you would know this better than anyone. So, wouldn't it be that Do-Jin Heo sent the author right away?

'Infinite money.'

As a self-proclaimed Daoin, he should not dare to embrace it, but to him, the future of a monk was several times more important than his morality.

'In this place today, the air breaks the pulse of the volcano.'

Heo San-ja's eyes gleamed coldly.

He climbed up on the non-stage and looked at Cheongmyeong standing in front of him, and the air made a strange expression.

It was really an awkward situation.

Did you ever foresee that at least once in your life he'd be so serious as to share a sword with a three-fold lesser?

It's really strange, but people can't just do what they want to do and make a living.

It was the role of the shaman elders to ensure that their duties were carried out instead of being guaranteed the usual indulgence.

The air looked at Cheongmyeong with serious eyes.

“It’s not that difficult to mix one sword at a time.”

“Because I’m a bit expensive.”

The void nodded.

“Yes, yes. Not just an expensive body, but a very precious body.”

"Five? Do you know?”

“I know.”

The void's eyes widened.

And a voice so small that it could not be heard outside the stage leaked out of his mouth.

“In order to mix swords with you, the shaman had to admit defeat, and didn’t Zhang Wen specifically send me?”

“… … .”

“I paid a pretty high price, but seeing you like this, it’s not worth the price I paid.”

This was sincere.

Being under the stage, I thought I could be bluffing. However, this child named Cheong-myeong is standing in front of him and still maintains the attitude he showed off stage.

'If this is the case, I'm afraid of how much I will grow.'

The resolve of the air became more firm.

I do not agree with the direction of the long writer. Heo San-ja's logic is sometimes irritating. But all of this is to set the shaman school right.

If this child was a major obstacle in the path of the shaman, he was going to remove the obstacle even if he was dishonored.

“Teach me a lesson. My discipline is pretty stingy, so you better be careful.”

slurping.

The air slowly drew the sword.

However, even though the opponent took a position, Cheongmyeong sighed without showing any signs of nervousness.

“Anyway, this guy and that guy.”

“… … What did you do?”

At the sharp question, Qingming grinned.

In the air force that gently stretched out, there was an insignificant amount of life mixed with it that could hardly be noticed.