Return of Mount Hua Sect

Chapter 98

I'm joking about nothing. (2) The

difference was recognized from the beginning.

Jin Geum-ryong has been called the “giant of equipment” since childhood. Among the people Baek Cheon knew, the person who best suited the term genius was Jin Geum-ryong.

He has already experienced defeat.

At the last Hwajong meeting, and even before that, Baekcheon did not win against Jin Geumryong. I only saw the bitter taste of complete defeat.

one.

'I thought it would have been narrowed down.'

'Cause I tried so hard

Cheongmyeong criticized his efforts as not being right, but Baek Cheon endured the pain of cutting bones in his own way. At least, I can be confident that I trained twice as much as that Jin Geum-ryong.

So, he believed that even if he didn't win, he would have narrowed the gap a little.

But reality is always worse than imagination.

Whoops!

"Bye!"

Jin Geum-ryong's sword strikes Baek Cheon's ankle. Baek Cheon, who was staggering and nearly toppling over, was desperately balancing and biting his teeth.

If it was a real sword, his ankle had just been cut off. It's not a real sword, but a wooden sword, so it's over.

But, conversely, since he is not a true sword, he is not even allowed the freedom to defeat.

'Why can't I even reach you?'

Why!

I tried so hard!

Whoops!

Jin Geum-ryong's sword flew again and struck Baek Cheon's opposite thigh.

An impact that almost broke a bone. For a moment, his mind went blank, but he didn't even moan, let alone scream. He hits the floor again with his wooden sword and throws his body forward with the recoil.

"Ahhhhhh!"

His sword aims at Jin Geum-ryong's head and is struck down. A simple blow that excludes changes. But it was that fast and that sharp.

"Slow."

However, Jin Geum-ryong took a step sideways and twisted his body to completely defeat Baek-cheon's conversion blow.

Whoops!

Jin Geum-ryong's sword strikes Baek-cheon's left shoulder.

The flesh bursts out and the blood spurts out.

"Ouch."

With just one more attack, it is possible to completely finish the bimu. However, Jin Geum-ryong did not finish and took a step back.

Then he looked down at Baekcheon with an arrogant expression on his face.

"Shut up."

Baekcheon put one hand on the floor and somehow got up again.

“……”

blood-stained eyes.

Despite the pain, he stares at Jin Geum-ryong with eyes that do not lose his fighting spirit.

"Huh?"

Jin Geum-ryong looks at Baekcheon in surprise.

"It's hard to stand still, the poison is still alive."

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

"But that's it. You won't be able to cut off a hem of my robe even after the rest of your life."

"……why?"

"He really lacks understanding. I've told him so much."

Jin Geumryong looked around and opened his mouth.

"It means that there is a big difference between your volcanoes and our descendants. The ignorance of the volcano cannot be compared to the ignorance of the descendants. One hundred years! Even after a thousand years pass!"

That was a very arrogant declaration.

But no one could refute Jin Geum-ryong's words. Even the Mundos of the volcano, who heard this arrogant sound with their two ears, only bit their lips, unable to vomit out their anger.

Hyeonjong closes his eyes tightly as he sees the scene.

'How long do you mean you have to endure it?'

Who would understand the situation in which a man who is now only the second disciple in front of a long-time scholar of a clan can't even condemn him even though he speaks so arrogantly?

'Scientists.'

Forgive me my sins.

However, Jin Geum-ryong's arrogance did not stop there.

He smiled towards the hundred thousand.

"If you want to catch up with me even now, you'd better leave the volcano right now. There is no future here. The only thing left in the ruined clan is ridicule."

A hundred thousand clenched his teeth.

"I... am a disciple of the volcano."

"That's great. If it's a man, that's it. But..."

Jin Geum-ryong takes his sword and rushes to Baekcheon.

Baekcheon tried to stop the flying sword somehow, but his arm didn't move anymore.

Pub! Poop Pub Bug!

With the sound of hitting a large leather drum, Baekcheon, who was hit by dozens at once, eventually collapses.

kuung.

Jin Geumryong glanced back at Baekcheon, who had lost his consciousness, twisting his lips and smiling.

"I don't mean to look at you like that. Oh, my God. Is it a little late to tell you?"

With a fishy smile, Jin Geumryong lightly retrieved his wooden sword. Then he climbed over the fallen hundred thousand and headed towards his camp.

Defeat.

It was a complete defeat.

"execution!"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much

At that moment, the disciples of the volcano, who came to their senses, ran out to the dance hall.

"Sah, Sasuk!"

"Don't touch me!"

“……”

Baeksang, who had lost his consciousness, carefully embraced Baekcheon, was silent for a moment and lowered his head. Then, he immediately turns around with a horribly contorted face.

"It's not too bad!"

Jin Geum-ryong, who was returning to his place, turned his head to look at the white statue.

"What's serious?"

"This is Bimu! How can you say that you are doing Bimu and hurting your opponent so much!"

"Bimura... So, isn't that the end of it?"

"……what?"

Jin Geum-ryong put a smile on his lips.

“If I had lifted the sword, what would he be like now?”

“……”

"Because it was a non-mu, I was able to save my life. Isn't it?"

"How can you be so rude..."

"Don't be so mad."

“……”

Jin Geum-ryong said with a grin.

"I'm a little embarrassed, too. I didn't know I was going to be that weak. I thought I'd stop it a little bit.

He bit his lip until the people bleed.

complete defeat.

And a mockery that goes beyond the norm.

The billionaire collapses and the blood spurts upside down. If I can, I feel like I want to drag that guy out and make a lot of money.

But there was nothing Baeksang could do now.

"Take the death penalty to the Medicine Hall! Right now!"

"Yes!"

As the priests ran, carrying Baekcheon, Baeksang pulled out his wooden sword.

"Let's get a glimpse of what that handsome bastard's sword is!"

"There's nothing I can't do. Letter."

"Yes! Death penalty!"

"Face it."

"All right!"

Jong Seo-han entered the dance hall with a grin.

Seeing him walking leisurely, Baeksang broke his wooden sword and grabbed it.

Contrary to the increasingly harsh atmosphere of the unarmed, the atmosphere of the audience was very friendly.

"It's amazing."

"One hundred thousand was stronger than I thought. But Jin Geum-ryong's achievements exceed expectations."

“He is truly a person who is worthy of the phrase ‘the first generation of Shamanseo.

"You mean this. Ha ha ha ha."

Hwang Moon-yak hardened his expression.

'That's why they are merchants.'

Should I call it homophobia?

A person is carried away in a miserable state, and no one pays any attention to that fact. In Bimuragi, there is no one to blame even if they see too much hands.

If it's normal, it's normal.

They are only interested in how to roll money by grasping the power of Jin Geum-ryong and Jong-nam.

Hwang Mun Yak was also a person not very different from them, but for this moment, he could not hide his dislike for them.

'This is a very disastrous defeat.'

Baekcheon and Jin Geumryong.

Even though the representatives of Hwasan and Jongnam faced each other, it was not unilateral, and the result was disappointing.

Until the very end, Baekcheon couldn't even brush the hem of Jin Geumryong's robe.

If the Hwajong branch continues in this way to the end, the volcano will not be able to regain its former reputation at any cost.

No, the downfall is more likely to accelerate. Because no one would recognize a volcano.

No matter how much money Hwang Moon-yak hits, it is irreversible. This was like a death sentence.

'Shop. What are you thinking?'

He confidently gathered people to open the door, so he thought there must be a secret. But now even that is starting to become suspicious.

'Am I overestimating the small stamp?'

Hwang Moon-yak's gaze was fixed on Cheong-myeong.

"...is Sasuk okay?"

"It won't be okay."

"Are you seriously hurt?"

"I was hurt a lot."

“……”

In the end, Yoon-jong turns around with a slightly angry face in response to Cheong-myeong's serious reaction.

"Even though they say they don't get along well, that person is your teacher. She said that she was treated so horribly, and you are really okay?"

"Calm down, death penalty."

"This guy!"

"Be calm."

Yoonjong slightly opened his eyes at the calming voice of Cheongmyeong. It is different from the usual response of Cheongmyeong.

“Then did you think you could even win?”

“……”

Yoongi bit his lip.

I don't want to win. But… … I thought I'd set the bare minimum. Because Baekcheon is a device that receives all the expectations of volcanoes in one body.

Perhaps the reason why Yoon-jong is so excited right now is because of the fact that he was defeated so horribly rather than the fact that Baek-cheon was injured.

'Are you saying that the gap with the last man was this big?'

Goo file room, Goo file room However, the disciples at the volcano did not feel the Goo file room very much. Because they too belonged to the old file room in the past.

Although it has fallen now, he believed that if luck and hard work were combined, there would be a possibility that one day he would compete with the old file room.

However, the walls of the old file room were taller and larger than they thought.

Cheongmyung laughs bitterly.

"If everything seems to work out if you try hard, there is no one in the world who is not a master. What matters is not how hard you try, but how you try."

“……”

"Look. Take a good look from now on. All the great disciple Lee will lose."

"All?"

"There's no one who can beat him. No, there's one, but it looks like he's not going to go out."

Yoonjong hardened his face.

In the last Hwajong branch, Lee Dae-Jae's results were 2 draws and 8 losses.

That's a disastrous score.

But isn't that the point that we can't even achieve a draw this time?

"...you lose like this."

so miserable

But then, Cheong-myeong widens her eyes and looks at Yoon-jong.

"Losing? Who loses?"

"Huh? You just..."

"That's the second disciple!"

“……”

Qingming blinked his eyes.

"How dare these bastards come back after winning a volcano? Whoever wants it? As long as I have my eyes open, I can't see that! Even if dirt gets in my eyes, I can't see!"

“……”

"So, relax. Maybe we should do something more flashy."

"No, that..."

It was then.

"Aaaaaah!"

Yoon-jong's head turned quickly. Suddenly, his eyes caught the image of a white statue lying mercilessly on the floor.

Jong Seo-han kicked the fallen Baek-sang with his foot.

"Do you think we can still fight?"

"Uh..."

"With only your mouth alive."

Jongseohan glanced at Baeksang and looked up to see the disciples of Hwasan. Then he looked like he was saying hello.

Qingming's mouth opened.