Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 643

Let's continue. 'cause now it's the start (3)

The empty space laughed as if it was ridiculous.

'I'm not even mad.'

If he had been a little younger, he might have treated him like a child and looked down on him. However, in the eyes of the air, Cheong-myeong was already old enough to take responsibility for her words.

“All anger comes from the tip of the tongue.”

The tip of the sword in the air was aimed straight at the blue sky.

“You will be held responsible for your own words.”

The shaman elder's words carry the power they deserve. However, Qingming was only saddened after hearing those harsh words.

“If I take responsibility, I won’t fall anywhere. I have one responsibility.”

“… … I can’t win.”

The air shook her head slightly and quietly raised her energy.

Frankly, I was angry.

It wasn't just his rude words and actions that made me angry. His discipline was not shallow enough to be shaken by such things.

However, the attitude that seemed to belittle him and the shaman's sword was annoying.

and those eyes. Those eyes were unbearably harsh.

'I don't understand.'

Wherever he lived for a day or two?

I met a lot of people as I lived for a long time, and naturally competed with countless people with swords. As a result, I could now see what the other person thought of me just by looking at their eyes.

'That is definitely the eyes of the strong looking at the weak.'

I didn't understand at all.

Unfounded Confidence?

Of course you can have it.

A bluff that you do because you don't want to be pressed by momentum?

okay. That too is possible.

I had the heart to understand anything like that. It would be difficult for a genius who grew up only on a volcano to know how high the sky is.

But those eyes aren't like that.

It wasn't the eyes that ignored the opponent based on baseless arrogance. Only those who are convinced that they have an unconditional superiority over their opponents can show such eyes.

"Hmm."

The air coughed a little and slowly opened her mouth.

“I was just giving you a lesson. I didn’t even intend to give any discipline.”

His eyes grew darker and darker.

“I guess you need to know how high the sky is.”

“Hey.”

Cheongmyung chuckled.

“It’s nice to hear that.”

"Yes?"

“A lot of people have said that to me until now, but no one has succeeded, right? Thanks to that, I still have no idea how high the sky is.”

“… … .”

“I would be very grateful if the elder could tell me about it.”

The freedom that stood on the face of the air had long since been scattered.

It's not a particularly big word, but that attitude and eyes kept breaking his discipline.

At that moment, Qingming smiled again.

“But the teaching… … . It seems the world has changed a lot. These days, do you think of letting go of living like that as teaching?”

The void was a little startled.

'Is that guy really feeling my life?'

He opened his mouth to make excuses for anything, but Cheongmyung raised his hand to stop him.

“Baby, it’s okay. I don’t know what kind of non-stage I’m talking about so much.”

“… … .”

“After all, the result is what matters, isn’t it? If you stick with it, you will know whether what you say is right or what I say is right.”

The sword of Cheongmyeong confidently aimed the air. The void stopped laughing.

'At least the guts is not enough to call it the best in the world.'

So it's more dangerous.

A strong person does not necessarily have a strong influence. A person who only covets ignorance, cuts off even exchanges with the death penalty, and concentrates only on his own sword, cannot change the faction no matter how strong he becomes.

However, such a person will lead a clan independent of their strength.

The more they spoke and the more they watched, the more firmly they decided.

A blue sword rose from the tip of the sword in the air.

'It looks like I'll have to bear the stigma.'

His eyes were as ferocious as that of a wild beast.

“Let the small dojo be careful. I am a man who knows no mercy when wielding a sword.”

“I’ll give it back literally.”

After reciting the deep space, the air regained its calm.

As the two men with swords faced each other, tension began to flow between the son-in-law. The stillness fell. Even though it was a crowded space, it was so quiet that even the sound of a needle falling could be heard.

The first thing that broke the silence was nothing but the air.

Pot!

His sword was stretched straight forward.

When people with different distributions compete for swords, it is the common sense of Kangho to yield three attacks to the person with a lower distribution. But now, the air did not wait for Qingming's attack and moved first.

It is as if there is no difference between distribution and position in this secretariat. It was a sight that could clearly see how serious he was in this secret dance.

The sword emanated from the tip of the sharply cut sword almost reached Qingming in the blink of an eye.

'fast!'

It was such a formidable speed that even a hundred thousand without a blink of an eye could not catch it.

one.

bang!

A short burst of sound was heard, and at the same time, the flying sword broke and crashed to the floor.

quagga gag!

A harsh noise continued. The sword in the air penetrated the hard blue stone, leaving a deep scar on the floor. Qingming calmly swings his sword and throws the flying sword to the ground.

It was a simple exchange, nothing special.

However, the reactions of those who saw this scene were different.

They exclaimed in exclamation even though it was impossible to understand properly because they could not see it, and even those who were not in high position were thrilled by the speed.

And those who understood the meaning of this exchange dared not breathe.

"this… … .”

Jogul bit her lip.

'This is the secret dance of the real swordsmen.'

It's definitely different.

I wasn't quite sure why I felt different. This was more of a sensory issue than the realm of falling logic.

One thing was certain, however, was that the two were sharing swords in an area that could not be understood as a jogger.

'A little more.'

I want to see more.

As if to quench his thirst, the sword in the air cut through the space once again.

Paaah!

bang!

The sound of an explosion emitting sword energy and the sound of the sword of clarity resounding almost at the same time.

Cheongmyung, who slashed all the flying swords in succession without any sign of difficulty, looked at the air with calm eyes.

“You don’t seem to understand.”

“… … .”

“If you don’t want to make ugly excuses that you lost because you didn’t perform at your best, you better do it right.”

Emotions disappeared from the empty face as if washed away.

I wasn't swayed by those words.

What shook him was the sword of clarity, which pierced the sword he flew with so easily.

'What does that mean?'

it looks like you know This is a truth that needs no explanation.

What Jo-Gul had to catch with her senses was clearly visible in the air.

The trajectory drawn by the sword. The distribution of power to handle the sword. The operation of energy that loosely absorbs the shock the moment the sword and sword collide.

A simple sword strike without any fuss, enough to make you goosebumps.

What the hell is on that sword?

The air, who had lived his life looking only at the sword, intuitively realized that there was something in that sword that even he could not understand.

'how… … .'

Does that mean that the sword of his half-lived child can exceed his comprehension?

The hair all over his body stood upright. A chill, which was not cool, ran down my spine.

Is it because I have to admit the things I can't admit?

“Ahhhhh!”

Suddenly, the air swung the sword as if screaming as if flying away thoughts. A sharp but majestic sword flew one after another towards Cheongmyeong.

nested.

The sword that flew first and then the sword that was released overlapped, and the sword that followed overlapped again. The swords that were overlapped over and over like that were like a huge wall, attacking and listening to the blue sky.

And at that moment, the air was faced with an even more incomprehensible scene.

Qingming slowly took a step toward the huge sword wall he had built.

It was a movement as if the sword flying in front of his eyes did not exist.

'what!'

The air opened its eyes. It would not be strange if the sword had torn the body of Cheongmyeong to shreds at any moment.

Paaah!

However, at that time, the sword that Qingming calmly stretched out was locked in the wall of the sword.

quagga gag!

It was, of course, impossible to tear the overlapping and overlapping walls with one sword. But the sword doesn't stop there.

go go go go!

Swords swung one after another hit the center of the wall of the sword, stabbing and twisting mercilessly again.

Kwagak!

The sword penetrated deep into the gap that was created.

“Ha!”

After that, the full-blown red sword literally tore apart the sword created in the air.

Qingming slowly walked out among the scattered fragments of the sword. The hanging sword fluttered slightly. However, there was no tremor in his sunken eyes.

“… … .”

Even the void of heaven forgot what to say for this moment.

Of course, he didn't even think in the first place that he would win with this one move. I thought it would be enough to get him to step back once.

But instead of retreating, the disciple of the volcano struck again in the same way, neutralizing the sword. It seemed to prove that none of them lacked anything compared to that.

It was truly a fierce battle.

The air fixed its gaze on the slowly approaching Cheongmyeong.

There was no way I couldn't help but express my pure admiration after leaving the position. At that moment, however, the corners of his mouth were strangely twisted.

“… … three seconds.”

Well?

He looked at Cheongmyeong with questionable eyes in the air.

Cheongmyung rolled up the corners of her mouth and smiled to reveal her white teeth. Somehow, an eerie energy poured out.

“I gave in three times with this.”

“… … .”

The body, which had been bewildered by not understanding the words, convulsed as if struck by lightning for a moment.

In an instant, his face turned red and his body trembled with anger.

'Three seconds? no way… … .'

Kang-ho's common sense.

When striking, the player with a higher allocation yields three attacks to the one with a lower allocation.

It is not a law that must be followed, but when there is a significant difference in skill, it is basic to give consideration to the opponent so as not to be too frustrated.

Such a three-second concession… …

'Is that what he did for me?'

"this… … .”

The expression of the empty space was terribly broken.

It was a great humiliation he had never experienced in his life.

“This damn bastard… … .”

A man the size of a grandson was considerate of him and conceded three seconds.

My brain went blank.

The monk's honor and his duties were all blurred, and only the existence of Qingming expanded within him.

Anger that was dizzying in front of his eyes began to burn his whole body.

The voice of Cheongmyeong penetrated his ear, who was losing his temper in anger.

“I’ve given you enough consideration… … .”