Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'm joking about nothing. (1)

"I'm very excited."

"Hahaha. Thanks to Daein Hwang, I see all of this. Thank you."

Hwang Moon-yak smiled brightly at the praise pouring in from the left and right.

"I have to thank you again for accepting my invitation. You ran to me without hesitation from a long way, didn't you?"

"Hahaha. You can't miss this rare sight."

Cheers come and go here and there. However, Hwang Moon-yak did not lose sight of the fact that middle-class people are closely examining those who are going to start the secretariat.

There is no way that the people gathered here would have come this far just to find things to see.

Their interest is the next generation of the two factions. Among them, these are the late indexes of Jongnam.

Sanggye and Kangho seem distant, but close. Sang-gye, who has to face the rookies all the time, is always sensitive to Kang-ho's situation. And a strong clan is an investment target on its own.

After all, power attracts money.

They are trying to estimate the future descendant by evaluating the late indices of the descendant through this Hwajong branch today.

"Jongnam and Hwasan's Bimura. It's a bit disappointing to see the other side."

"By the way. If it's close, there must be a guild or a shaman. Can I use my skills only when the opponent is a volcano?"

The three men lowered their voices and said.

'This would be an objective evaluation.'

Hwang Moon-yak did not think that their evaluation was wrong either.

If it was 100 years ago, the volcano today is not a match for the last generation. There is no way to compare Jongnam, who is firmly holding one of the high-ranking old file rooms, with a volcano that has almost completely collapsed after being expelled from Gupa.

But… … .

Hwang Moon-yak's gaze turned to the disciples of Hwasan, who were gathered on the other side. As Qingming couldn't see well, Huang Wen Yak frowned slightly.

He said, 'I don't think I'm the type of person to bet on.'

So you're saying there's a trick or something?

Hwang Moon-yak smiled.

'It's not very pleasant to see others rushing to an occupied place, but in order to recover it, the volcano's reputation needs to spread. So this time, you cooperated without hesitation, Sodojang.'

Hwang Moon-yak's heart began to swell with anticipation.

In anticipation of what will happen here today.

Unam standing in the middle of the gymnasium confronted each other on both sides, giving a signal to Seon Hwasan and Jongnam’s disciples, and opened their mouths. It was a little embarrassing because there was a sudden crowd, but since it was a Korean-language branch that had been running steadily, there was no difficulty in leading it.

"First, the representatives of each group of great disciples will perform one-on-one dance. All ten representatives of the two great disciples will perform ten dances."

Unam shouted resolutely.

"Spearhead!"

As soon as the words were finished, one person from each side stood up from their seats.

Jin Geumryong and Baekcheon.

Each of them was the chief of the second disciple of the monk.

"execution!"

"The death penalty. Good luck!"

"You must win!"

Hearing the priests’ cheers, Baekcheon took a deep breath. His hardened face tells how tense he is right now.

He turned his head to glance at his priests, and then proceeded towards the dance hall. Across from him, Jin Geum-ryong was walking in a very relaxed manner.

The two faced each other in the middle of the dance floor.

"indeed."

Along with the upper part of the Milky Way, the upper perimeter of the upper part of the Daebung (大鵬), which is called the Seomseo Tensangdan, exploded in exclamation when seeing Jin Geum-ryong.

"Jin Geum-ryong is said to be a talented person who will open the heyday of Jong-nam, and his appearance is truly remarkable."

"It's really what a young hero looks like."

Jin Geum-ryong, wearing a white robe and holding his wooden sword in one hand, certainly caught people's attention.

"But if you look at the looks, isn't the author on the other side great too?"

"Looking at it, the two look alike. It's black and white. It's like a painting."

Baekcheon, wearing a black uniform, also stood up against Jin Geum-ryong's appearance.

“It certainly looks like the anticipation is rising, but will the disciple of the volcano really be able to deal with Jin Geum-ryong?”

"I don't know. In fact, it is true that the volcano was very turbulent, but recent volcanoes can be different.

I mean, I did, but no one thought that Baekcheon would defeat Jin Geumryong.

The volcano of today is not the volcano of the past. Doesn't that prove that the people here have long ago cut off trade with the volcano? If he thought that there was a possibility that the volcano would resurrect, he would not have completely cut the cord.

What the people here now expected was just how strong Jong-nam would be.

The monk who overheard the conversation from the other side hardened his face slightly. I know it's a polite thing to say, but those words still make me feel dirty.

'Show me. Geumryong-ah.'

The reality is that now the volcano is not in a position to dare to be mentioned side by side with Jongnam.

And Hyeonjong also closed his lips and looked at Baekcheon.

'Show me all of you.'

no regrets.

While everyone's expectations and concerns were concentrated, Jin Geum-ryong and Baek Cheon, standing opposite each other, looked at each other silently.

Jin Geum-ryong opened his mouth first.

"You came out without running away."

Baek Cheon answered with a determined face.

"I am the great disciple of the volcano. There is no way that I can run away from a subordinate."

"The clothes are alive."

Jin Geum-ryong quietly raised his sword and aimed at Baekcheon.

"Dogs are naturally good at building."

"Are you going to bite the dog?"

"I made a mistake. You're not even a dog."

"this……."

"Let's jump on it once. As I said yesterday, I'll tell you personally. How insignificant you are."

Baek Cheon didn't bother answering. Instead, he turned his gaze to the side where Hyeonjong was sitting.

'Jang Moon-in is watching.'

Now is the time to put aside personal grudges and selfishness.

'I am the second great disciple of Hwasan Baekcheon.'

Baekcheon stared at Jin Geumryong with determined eyes. And he also raised a wooden sword and aimed at him.

Everyone looked at the two with tense eyes.

One is the representative of the volcano. And the opponent is also the representative of the Jong-nam. According to the tradition of the Hwajong branch, the two people who should have faced each other last will be the first to face each other.

In a way, it is as if the result of the Hwajong branch is almost out in this match. So how could you not be interested?

The moment someone was about to open his mouth, Baekcheon moved.

Paah!

The sound of hitting the floor reverberates clearly.

Baekcheon, who sprinted forward at a formidable speed, stabbed Jin Geumryong's neck in a straight line with a sword that did not contain any changes.

swoosh.

Instead of facing the flying sword, Jin Geum-ryong avoids the sword as if it swerved to the side.

Lovely liquid!

A hundred thousand swords quickly pursued Jin Geum-ryong. His wrist seemed to shake slightly, and then the tip of the sword swelled into dozens.

A sword with volcanic flamboyant splendor added covers the dance hall.

"Oh oh."

"Awesome!"

"Even the children of volcanoes seem to have great skills."

It was a splendid herbivorous meal that even the onlookers could not help but admire.

Although the sword was spread with a wooden sword rather than a true sword, its sharpness was comparable to that of a true sword. Even the Jin Geum-ryong of the world just stepped back, wondering if there was any way to deal with this splendid herbivore.

The second and third great disciples of Huashan clenched fists as they watched it.

Jo-Gal exclaimed in excitement.

"After all, it's a Baekcheon Sasuk! Sasuk's Bokko Cheongyang Sword is truly worthy of being called an absolute no-nonsense!"

Each of the disciples of the volcano could not hide their excitement.

they know

This is how much Baekcheon has been training to cut bones. Ever since he was humiliated at the last Hwajong branch, Baekcheon has forgotten his erosion and has devoted himself to his training.

It was also 100 thousand people who voluntarily asked for his closure. The person who can live the most enjoyable and splendid life in the volcano has locked himself in to cut off contact with people and only look back at his sword.

How could you not support such a person?

push it

Hundreds of thousands of swordsmen (劍影) drove the Jin Geum-ryong splendidly and sharply. Each and every swordsman contains a sharp foresight. True and false are mixed so that it is impossible to distinguish what is real and what is fake.

Hyeonjong saw this and clenched his fist tightly.

'When did that child get to that level!'

At that level, it is not far behind the Unja boat. I knew I had talent, but it must have been that way!

The eyes of all Hwasanmundo who watched Baekcheon's propaganda were colored with hope.

perhaps… … .

Maybe this time it will be different.

Yoon Jong also couldn't hide his excitement.

"Cheongmyeong-ah! Sasuk is pushing you!"

"okay."

"Maybe I can win!"

"no way."

"Yes?"

Yoonjong looked back at Cheongmyeong. Cheongmyung leans back on the chair and says with a sullen face.

"You have to hit something to win or lose. You can't even pass a single hit."

"Still, victory..."

“Does the death penalty look like the face of someone who won the victory?”

"Yes?"

Yoonjong turned his head and looked at Baekcheon again. And soon I had no choice but to harden my expression.

Baek Cheon's face was contorted with hardship.

'Why!'

Baekcheon swung his sword with all his might.

His feet step hard on the advance. The energy that was lifted up around the tightly fixed lower body is pushed into his fingertips. Eventually, he filled the sword with energy and swung it with all his might.

lightly, and lightly.

As light as a butterfly flying, but sharp!

However, the light and sharp sword never reached the body of Jin Geum Dragon.

'Why can't you even pass? Why!'

far away

The opponent standing in front of you is too far away. It's like looking at a sheer cliff that soars high into the sky.

A cliff that neither dares to climb nor climb over.

Baek Cheon, who was already drenched in sweat, screamed out without even thinking of wiping the sweat from his eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

A desperate blow!

At the same time, a hundred thousand swords, occupying the twelve directions, flew toward Jin Geum-ryong.

That was the moment.

Kaang!

Jin Geum-ryong's sword, wielded for the first time, deflects the flying sword of Baekcheon.

When the sword stopped, the sword spirit that covered the training room also disappeared. It was then that Baekcheon could clearly see Jin Geumryong's face.

Unlike him, who is already drenched, Jin Geum-ryong, who does not sweat a drop and does not even breathe, looks at him with a fishy smile.

"Are you sure you enjoyed it enough?"

"……you."

"You idiot. No matter how much you learn the martial arts of volcanoes, do you think you'll be able to touch the tip of my hair?"

Jin Geum-ryong's sword pierces a hundred thousand like a beam of light.

Whoops!

Baek Cheon, who was stabbed in the shoulder, could not even scream and fell on the floor.

"Turn it off..."

He moaned and forced himself to stand up.

When he lifts his head, he sees Jin Geum-ryong approaching him with a leisurely smile.

"Enough to realize with that body. How stupid you are."

Jin Geum-ryong's sword struck Baekcheon without mercy.

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