Return of Mount Hua Sect

do not worry! I'll make you win! (4)

Chongmyeong's gaze moves slowly from left to right.

And the people who received the gaze of Cheong-myeong did not make eye contact with each other, but gently turned away from their gaze.

'Don't make eye contact.'

'That bastard got me today.'

Just by looking at the glistening eyes of Cheongmyeong, it seems obvious that if you get caught, you won't be able to go back. The three great disciples desperately turned away from the eyes of Qingming.

"I am……."

A voice that seemed to come from hell leaked out of the mouth of Cheong-Myeong.

"I can't see losing to the bastards."

His eyes glisten with madness.

'I'm going to pee.'

'No, when a guy like that comes in... … .'

'Today, the child is more crazy. Is it because it's a full moon?'

"People have pride. How can you lose to the last son?"

Even if everyone else passed, only Cheongmyeong could not admit that fact. Even if he loses to the young man who did nothing, he will be upset and unable to sleep, but will he be punished by those villains who stole the plum sword technique?

I'm glad I didn't die suddenly from a vase.

"The death penalty must be won. I make it so."

“……”

Everyone was desperate in order to somehow escape from the demon of clarity.

However, when there are this many people, there must be at least one ignorant person among them.

"By the way……."

it was a jogger

He asked with a blankly puzzled look.

"What do you mean by that? Try dying?"

"Five?"

Seeing the Jo-Geul who was questioning Cheong-Myeong, she smiled all over her face.

"The death penalty. See the death penalty."

"……me?"

Jogeul raised her finger and pointed to her face.

"Yes."

“……”

Jogul looks around slightly. The other executioners are nodding their heads happily as they look at him.

Jo-Gul's mouth opened slightly at the rush of betrayal.

'Bad guys.'

Where did the loyalty of the death penalty come from and sold? Before that Qingmyeong came to Hwasan, there was still a strong loyalty to each other, but when did this place become so harsh?

"Come out quickly. Hurry up."

"Great, Metabolic."

When Jo Geul looks back at Yoon Jong for the last time, he coughs in vain and nods his head.

"Get out now."

"This dog..."

No backstory came out.

In the end, Jo-Geul bowed her head and trudged forward like a cow being led to the slaughterhouse. In Yoon-jong's eyes, he could see the leash wrapped around Jo-geol's neck.

Cheong-myung looks at Jo-geol who has come forward and says.

"Did you say you want to be counted?"

"……Yes."

"Actually, this is a bit strange, but..."

Cheongmyung chuckles. There's something eerie about the guy holding the knife in the moonlight and smiling.

"The death penalty is already strong enough."

"……Yes?"

"It's not that the training you've been doing was not in vain."

Jogul narrowed her forehead.

"You say you're not too young for the bastards yet?"

"What would it be?"

Qingming quietly shook his head.

'Did I say that Lee Song-baek was the strongest of the eldest son Lee Dae-disciples?'

Seeing how the other executioners treated Lee Dong-baek, he certainly seemed to be the strongest among them. If we infer the level of the three great disciples based on him... … .

'It must be similar to what I thought before.'

Jo Girl can compete, and Yoon Jong needs luck. But the other three great disciples never win.

Of course, the match can change rapidly depending on the physical condition and luck of the day, but unless the luck of the heavens follows, the picture of the three great disciples of Hwasan can not be drawn over the three great disciples of Jongnam.

"But it's not because the executioners are weak."

"……then?"

"I made a body, but it's because I'm doing the same thing as before."

"Yes?"

body?

Jo-geul gently lowered her head and looked at her body.

'It did change.'

Thanks to the training and taking the elixir as instructed by Cheongmyeong, the three great disciples became so strong that even a single body of Shaolin could not be swayed.

Looking at the split muscles is enough to make you smile.

Of course, it doesn't just look good.

After adapting to the practice, they were all realizing that their bodies had become many times stronger than in the past. The sword became faster and stronger, and the lower body was as strong as a rock.

"But it's the same thing. What's wrong with what you're doing now?"

“I’m going to tell you that from now on.”

Cheongmyeong smiled and approached Jo-Geul.

that play.

The sword with clarification scratched the floor, making an irritating sound. Jo Geul swallows dry saliva and looks at the approaching Cheongmyeong.

"execution."

"Yes?"

"Why do you think the death penalty learns the sword?"

“…that’s…..”

The answer from the volcano is already there.

He controls his body with his sword, and eventually reaches the Tao. The sword in the Tao is just a means of training to reach the Tao.

'But there's no way this guy wants that kind of answer.'

If I said this for nothing, I'm sure I'd be insulted for saying something obvious.

so… … .

"Isn't it just to beat the opponent?"

"Great!"

Qingming applauded.

"It's really surprising to hear such an answer coming from the head of the executioner. I've heard the typical black swordsman's answer, who doesn't fit in with a swordsman at all."

… … I'll just give you the obvious answer.

Qingming nods his head.

"It's half right. To win. So what should I do to win with a sword?"

"Isn't it enough to get stronger?"

Knowing that no matter what answer you give, you will be swearing, Jo Geul answered without hesitation.

"That's it."

However, this time, surprisingly, Cheong-myung readily admits Jo-Geul's answer.

"You just have to be stronger. If you are stronger than your opponent, you win. But, this means that it has a slightly different meaning."

"...it's a little hard to understand, isn't it?"

"It's simple."

Cheongmyung smiled brightly and raised his sword.

"Now, the death penalty and I are going to fight. I'll try to use all the numbers I can with the death penalty. I'm just going to do one hit."

"……really?"

"Yes."

Jogul narrowed her forehead.

'Aren't you ignoring me too much?'

She is Jo-Geul, who has already had a lot of experience with Cheongmyeong. No matter how hard he tried, he knew better than anyone that it would be impossible to defeat Cheong Myung at this point.

But this is a different story.

No matter how big the gap is, it is a matter of pride to be defeated by Cheongmyeong, who only uses slashes.

'I'll show you how strong I am.'

Jogeul clenched her teeth and raised her wooden sword.

"But are you going to do it with a sword?"

"Yes."

"...I'm talking about old age."

"Ah, maybe."

Why don't you give me a definitive answer?

don't you cut it?

Jo Girl nodded her head with a shaky face. you have to think of something

"Can I start?"

"Huh?"

As Jo-Geul confidently raised her wooden sword, Cheong-Myeong gave a subtle smile.

"You seem to have gained some confidence in the death penalty."

“Thanks to you, I trained to death.”

"Hmm."

Cheongmyeong also smiled and raised his sword.

'I'm confident, that's good.'

Those who wield the sword must always have confidence. People who don't believe in themselves have a hard time showing their skills.

But… … .

'It's not too early yet.'

They would admit it if it was a chicken, but the three great disciples are still just chicks. As the volcano is developing at the speed of rising sun, it is natural to be excited at the same time, but now is not the time to be confident, it is the time to solidify your inner workings.

Now I have to tell you.

Jogul stares at Cheongmyeong with sharp eyes. If you look at the eyes, there is no other first-class swordsman.

"Be prepared!"

"Yes?"

"I have no self-interest! Ha ha ha!"

Jogeul screamed and ran towards Cheongmyeong. His eyes were burning with selfishness, disregarding the words of selflessness.

Even if they die, it is embarrassing to see that they have so much will to hit and die.

'What did I do so wrong?'

If others heard it, they would bubble and point their fingers, but fortunately, no one here learned mind-reading.

Cheong-myeong bites her tongue and dodges Jo-geol's sword.

"Taaah!"

However, as expected, Jo-Gul's sword begins to cause dizzying changes.

Peacock sword (落花劍).

Even though it had been less than a month since the transfer had started, Jo-Geul was skillfully wielding the Peacock Sword. The Nakhwa sword in harmony with the Chilseongbo (七星步) was so splendid and sophisticated that even those who did not know the sword would immediately exclaim.

'I'm sure there is talent.'

Cheongmyeong looks at Jo-Geul with new eyes.

Judging by her innate talent for swords, Jo-Gal is second to none in Hwasan. With his talent alone, he is never pushed by Jongnam's Lee Dong-baek.

'But.'

Cheongmyung chuckled.

Wouldn't it be better to step on the original sprouts once in a while to make them grow better?

This is absolutely not selfish. I only wish for Jo-Gul's growth.

Qingming grabbed the sword tightly.

"Aren't you doing better than you think? The death penalty?"

"……do well?"

"Yes. It seems that Jo-Gul's death penalty is one-sided?"

Yoonjong smiled bitterly.

"It will look like that."

"Yes?"

"You're pushing one-sidedly, but aren't you able to touch even a hem of your clothes?"

"Ah……."

When others paid attention to Jo-Geul's sword, Jong-Yun Yoon paid attention to the movement of Cheong-Myeong.

footwork?

It's not like that.

If it comes close, it backs away, and if it hits it, it combs it. Just by taking one step at a time, Cheong-Ming was dodging Jo-Geul's sword.

If you stand still, you will feel like you are watching a well-crafted sword dance rather than a dazzling match.

With each step he took, Jo-Geul's sword cuts through the air as if deliberately avoiding the blue sky.

'How am I aware of that guy's movements now?'

The only time Yoon-jong was able to deal with Cheong-myeong was when he was beaten by him or when he was training together.

It's been several months since Qing Myung came to Huashan, but this is the first time I've seen him perform martial arts closely from the side.

So I knew

What is the difference between Qingming and their ranks?

"Profit!"

Jo Girl clenched her teeth and shook her sword.

not caught

It's like fighting a ghost. Even though his sword fills the space with splendor like petals fluttering in the wind, Cheong-myeong casually avoids his sword.

only one inch.

If it stabs, the sword stops in front of one inch, and if it strikes, it passes by one inch from the shoulder. And when he wields it, just by shaking his head, all the changes his sword makes are nullified.

It's dark.

I didn't even know how I lost when I faced Cheong Myung before. But isn't it different this time? Even with all his might, he couldn't even rub his collar.

Jogeul clenched her teeth and gave strength to the sword.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

Jo-Gul's sword shines bright blue.

"Sword?"

"A priest's sword?"

The voices pouring from behind could not reach Jo-Gul's ears.

Jo Girl deployed her desperate sword with the sole intention of slashing the blue sky. But.

"It's over."

At that moment, Cheong-myeong jumped one step forward and raised the sword above his head.

Jogirl saw.

The sight of Qingming raising his sword.

In a world that flows slowly as if time has stopped, only the sword of clarity is moving slowly at its own speed. Just like the wind and water flowing, it's just a natural movement.

'This?'

The sword that pointed exactly at the sky stopped.

and.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

With a formidable pounding sound that seemed to tear the eardrums, the sword of clarity fell on Jo-Geul's head.

'perishing… … .'

Jo-Gul couldn't even close her eyes and looked at the sword that was being slashed over her head. In an instant, the life he had lived up until now flashed past his eyes.

Before she could even realize that it was a pole lamp, the sword of Cheongmyeong touched Jo-Geul's head.

Paaaah!

And with the sound of a leather drum exploding, the sword stopped in contact with Jo-Geul's forehead.

dump.

Jo-Geul, sitting on the floor, looked at Cheong-Myeong with a soulless face.

Qingming smiled and opened his mouth.

"How does it feel to be dead?"

“……”

How about... … I think I'm a little tired.

Huh… … Well.

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