Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 71

do not worry! I'll make you win! (5)

Sweat pours down like a waterfall.

"after……."

The moment he realized he wasn't dead, his whole body started pouring out evidence of life. I was sweating so much that it was hard to open my eyes.

Soon, my body started to tremble.

'If only one inch deeper?'

No, you don't even need an inch. If the sword had really stopped a little further down, Jo-Gul would have been a corpse with his head split in half.

“This… uh… uh… uh…”

I wanted to curse, but no words came out. I couldn't control my trembling body.

Cheongmyung smiled as he saw such a jogger.

"how?"

"……What?"

"How are you?"

“……”

How about what?

Ordinarily, she might have been able to find an answer, but the current Jo-girl didn't have the spirit to do so.

"Do you feel like you're dead?"

"this……."

Jo-Geul squeezes her last strength.

"A foal-like bastard..."

"Giggle giggle."

Even after being cursed, Cheong-myeong didn't show any bad mood at all.

That's natural. Now, Jo-Gul must be feeling like he returned after stepping into the threshold of hell. If he had the strength to raise his sword, he would have rushed to kill Qingming.

"Come on, the executioner is taking a break."

Cheongmyung turned around cheerfully. Then he shifts his gaze to the other executioners who look at him with his tired eyes.

twitch.

The executioners who made eye contact slowly lowered their gazes.

"The death penalty, the death penalty. Think carefully."

“……”

"Can't that be right?"

'That devilish bastard.'

'How did such a human speech come into the volcano.'

'Is that what a doin is saying?'

Looking at what Cheong-myeong was doing, I could be sure that Tae Sang-no would pour out his double lust as if it were a do-kyung.

"Come on. Don't waste your time and come out if you want to. Yes? Great hyung?"

“……”

Yoonjong looked at Cheongmyeong with a shaky gaze and then slowly turned his head.

"How about Jonghak going out and watching?"

"Yes? The death penalty. I think he called for the death penalty."

"So you're not going?"

Yoonjong opened his eyes, and Jonghak bowed his head.

'Humans have become strange one by one.'

Even so, Yoon Jong in the past had the dignity of an ambassador, but something has definitely changed since Qing Myung came. I wonder where Yoon Jong was the only person who became strange.

"Aren't you going?"

“……”

Seeing the executioners arguing, Cheongmyeong sighed deeply.

"It's a pity. The death penalty, who should live by helping each other, are fighting so hard."

'Who is that, ma'am!'

'Did you sell your conscience before casting!'

'If it's not with you, we'll be at peace! Without you!'

The desperate screams could not come out of their mouths.

Seeing them like that, Cheong-myeong nodded his head as if not to worry.

"Intrinsically, there is only one way for the death penalty to unite. If everyone goes through the same suffering and rolls, brotherly love will naturally bloom. Don't worry. I will treat you fairly."

what?

Qingming raised his sword.

"If you don't come, I'll go. I'll go!"

Do not! You crazy!

Whether everyone was startled or not, Qingming burst into madness and rushed to his third-generation disciples. Terrified, the three great disciples ran away screaming, but Qingming pursued the executioners like wolves chasing sheep.

"Aren't you coming?"

"If it's like you, I'll go! You crazy bastard!"

Yoonjong, who was screaming, saw the knife falling to his head and closed his eyes tightly.

"Eww……."

"Huh..."

The three great disciples spread out in the gymnasium all trembled with bewildered eyes.

"Aigoo. Mother..."

"Father, I'll live a good life..."

"I hid the jerky under the bed..."

"Do you remember that now? Now?"

He clicked his tongue as he saw the executioners scattered across the blue sky.

"You did something great."

Normally, he would have been furious, but the current three great disciples didn't even have the energy to make a big fuss. The experience of seeing a true sword falling towards his head at a frightening speed was dead when he died, and he didn't want to do it again.

Yoonjong wiped the sweat from his eyes with his trembling hands.

'That fucking bastard... … .'

Yoonjong has been attacked countless times by Cheongmyeong so far, but this is a different case. It really felt like he had shoved his foot into the threshold of the underworld and barely escaped.

Cheongmyung looked at everyone and opened his mouth.

"how?"

"……what?"

Fortunately, Jo Geol, who was the first to come to her senses, gave an answer with difficulty.

"Why didn't you stop?"

"……Huh?"

"It's an obvious hit. Why didn't you stop it?"

Does he mean he did this to say that?

Jo-Gal cried and cried.

"It's so fast! It's so fast and strong that you can't stop thinking about it, so you can't stop it. That's something even a three-year-old child knows!"

"okay?"

Cheongmyung smiles as if he is satisfied.

"I know."

"this……."

Jogirl grinded her teeth.

"But why don't the death penalty do that?"

"Huh?"

Jo Geul looked at Cheongmyeong with blank eyes. Just as he was about to come up with something to refute, Cheong Myung raised his sword and slammed it down.

Pah ah ah ah!

Dust spurted on the floor with the sound of the air being ripped.

"Isn't it simple?"

“……”

It's not just jogging.

Now the other executioners also stood up and looked at the sword of Qingming.

"...is this the sword I saw?"

"Yes."

"I think it was several times faster? Wasn't it gentle?"

"It's the same. A sword falling to my head and a sword watching from the side cannot be the same."

“……”

Jo-Gal was a pretty smart person. So, I could quickly understand what Chungmyeong meant.

"You mean I can do it too?"

"Not enough."

Qingming raised his sword.

"look."

and hit again

Paaaah!

Jo-Gal engraved that figure firmly in her eyes. It's definitely not an invisible speed or some great skill. It simply slashes the sword in a straight line quickly and clearly.

He takes a sword and strikes.

The moment the simple movement was perfected, the person holding the sword became a painting.

Jo Girl unwittingly opens his mouth.

"This is the knockdown."

“……”

Jogul opened her mouth and shut her mouth again.

"If you make a body, you should use a sword that suits it. First of all, the lower body."

Cheongmyung stomped on the floor.

"Based on the firmly fixed lower body, it raises the power to the waist, transfers the power to the fingertips, unites it with the internal force, and then strikes it at once."

Paaaah!

Cheongmyung chuckles.

"Is it easy?"

“……”

Yoon-jong hears Chong-myung's explanation and opens his mouth with a heavy voice.

"I understand what you're talking about. Do you think it's better for us now to simply wield a sword based on a trained body than to pursue a clumsy and flashy swordsmanship?"

"There's a one-hit fatality."

Chungmyeong supplemented Yunjong's explanation.

"I need to be prepared not to swing my sword twice. If I can't kill it once, I must be prepared to die."

Yoongi sighed.

'That's why I showed them all.'

It was said that there is no undisputed opinion. Because there is a huge difference between directly facing the sword of a single blow and hearing only words. It would not have been easy for the people here to understand if they had not experienced the experience of the sword falling on their own heads.

"One, Cheongmyeong-ah."

Yoonjong let out a heavy sigh.

"I don't know what you mean, but we are the disciples of the volcano. Does it make any sense to win in this way?"

"What is a disciple of a volcano?"

"If you're a disciple of volcano, shouldn't you defeat your opponent with the sword of the volcano?"

Then, Cheong-myeong looked at Yoon-jong with an absurd look.

"What did I do now?"

"Down."

"What was the first herbivore of the Six Swords?"

"...to get down."

"Yeah. Isn't the succulent the sword of a volcano?"

When Cheong-Myeong looked at him with wide eyes, Yoon-Jong coughed heavily.

"My thoughts were short."

"Ttttttttttttttt."

Qingming clicked his tongue and looked back at everyone.

"The fusion of the six is the basis of the volcano and the foundation of the volcano. Everything in a volcano starts with the six and ends with the six. By the way!"

When Qingming opened his eyes, those who were stabbed secretly turned their heads.

"What about the peacocks and the chilmae, where things that can't even spread properly are already pretentious!"

"Heh heh."

"Ah, the night air is cool."

"The moon is bright."

The Three Great Disciples, whose faces were red, spoke differently.

"Know it straight."

Qingming's voice sank low. In a tone devoid of playfulness, the executioners all stared at him with serious eyes.

"If you can't master the yukheap properly, there's no point in learning other swordsmanship. Because all the swords of the volcano are based on yukhyap. A building without a foundation will collapse even in the slightest wind. I need it."

Everyone nodded.

You wouldn't believe it if you didn't see it with your own eyes. But haven't they already experienced it with the body?

'The sword, which seemed so strong, could not stop even a single sword.'

'A simple strike seemed like the best swordsmanship in the world.'

'The important thing is not the swordsman, but the person who uses the sword.'

Jogeul got up from her seat and looked at Cheongmyeong.

"Cheongmyung-ah."

"Yes."

"I'll just ask you one thing."

"Yes."

Joe Girl cleared his mind a bit, and then immediately opened his mouth.

"I know what you mean when you say meat is important. But we're not you. It may sound silly, but we need the strength to break the nose of these bastards right now rather than the strength of the distant future."

"Hmm."

“To be honest, you are the only one who can generate this kind of power with the six. That’s why I’m asking.”

Jogul's eyes lit up.

"If we do what you tell us, can we beat the bastards?"

Instead of answering, Qingming sighed.

Seeing his reaction, Joe Girl bit his lip slightly.

'I know it's pathetic.'

A person who learns martial arts is not a jogger who doesn't know that he has to see far away without being concerned with private matches. But losing to the younger brother was an experience he never wanted to do again. That shame... … .

"What did the death penalty hear from me?"

"Yes?"

Qingming flashes his eyes.

"Losing to a subordinate? A human like that doesn't deserve to be alive. Somewhere, a disciple of a volcano loses to a bastard like a subordinate! Cut his head off!"

As she looked into the eyes of Cheong-Myeong, who was gleaming with life, Jo-Geul trembled.

'No, we're like that, but why are you so hot as the youngest?'

He's a guy who hasn't been in the volcano in a while.

"Did I tell you? I'll let you win."

Qingming raised his sword and pointed at his executioners.

“There is no such thing as a good defeat.”

“……”

"Winning a fight is all it takes. Whether it's biting your crotch or putting dirt in your eyes! If you win, it's over! Cowardice? That sounds funny! !"

It was a calming voice that made a declaration that would have been bubbly if the grown-ups of the inquisition had heard it.

Seeing such a clear name, Jo Geul smiled.

'Do it. This guy was originally like this.'

There was something reassuring.

"So, what should we do now? How can I use a sword like you?"

"It's that simple."

Cheongmyung raised the corners of his lips.

"For now, let's start with 10,000 hits."

"...are you kidding me?"

"no way?"

"It must be a joke."

"no way."