Return of Mount Hua Sect

I'm joking about nothing. (3)

"...a long writer."

Hyungwon closed his eyes without saying a word.

"...wouldn't you like to stop?"

The annular phenomenon speaks in a trembling voice. But Hyeonjong couldn't answer any questions.

stop?

What do you mean to stop this?

At the gathering of so many shaman rulers,

'we can't be the next best match, and if we do more, only the children will get hurt, so I think it's better to stop at this point.'

do you mean to say

That's rubbing shit on the name of the volcano.

No matter how the volcano collapsed... … . No, rather, there is something to protect because it has fallen. That's the name and pride.

If we do not keep the name of Hwasan and the pride of being the Mundo of Hwasan, Hwasan will be reduced to a mere third-class clan rather than a ruined noble class.

And that moment is the moment when the volcano lowers the signboard.

Hyungwon couldn't do that. Not for his own honor. Even if it was to protect the possibility that the volcano could one day be resurrected, as a long-time writer, I could not spit those words out.

However, the situation was so bad that a phenomenon who was fully aware of this situation could speak for itself.

old losing streak.

Nine in a row.

It has already achieved the worst performance in the history of the Hwajong branch. But the bigger issue was the content, not the victory.

As many as nine people competed for the match, no one had touched the opponent properly. It was to the point that I thought that fighting between an adult and a child would be less tragic than this.

And all the officials of Shaanxi are watching this scene.

'What do you mean by this disgrace?'

Hyungwon's eyes trembled.

It feels like the five internal organs are being torn apart and the heart is being ripped apart.

It wasn't the humiliation he was going through that really bothered him. He could only guess how desperate his disciples would be now.

Unable to properly gauge the opponent's strength, they pushed the children into their limbs. Thinking of the psychological pain that these children will suffer because of such an incompetent long-legged man, I want to cut myself in pieces with a sharp knife.

"Long Moon Man..."

Hyunjong quietly opened his eyes.

And then he sheds a deep sigh.

“…they are symbols.”

"one……."

"Aren't you going to be upset with me?"

That was the moment.

"Cuckoo!"

The last great disciple Lee, who was competing on the dance floor, loses his sword and sits on the floor.

To say that the swordsman missed the sword is in a way a disgrace worse than death. Jongnam's disciple, who cleverly aimed only at the wrist until the end, and achieved this result, whistles.

"It makes no sense to say that the swordsman misses the sword. Doesn't the volcano teach that kind of thing?"

mockery.

Even knowing that the ridicule was already a consensual result, he couldn't help the blood rushing up.

ten losing streak.

This is a result that cannot be more disastrous. The faces of the volcano elders are horribly contorted.

'Did it really happen like this?'

Now I thought I had a chance to create a volcano again. Because only good things have happened lately.

However, all those who have been immersed in their dreams are facing the cold reality at this moment. In the end, the volcano is ineffective. Any luxury is meaningless if it is not supported by ignorance.

Everyone here is acutely aware of that fact.

"Good work."

"Yes, Elder!"

The monk patted Akho on the shoulder when he returned to his seat.

The result is far more satisfactory.

Not only did everyone win, of course, the contents of the bimu were also very one-sided. The most encouraging thing is that the officials of Shaanxi are watching the contents of this match.

'Now the fame of the volcano will not fall to the ground and resound a second time.'

Isn't this the situation we've been wishing for countless times since our ancestors? It is very surprising that the long-awaited wish could be fulfilled with the hands of none other than the Sama Monk.

The shaman listened gently. Perhaps by now, those who were watching would have understood the situation.

Unsurprisingly, a buzzing sound is heard.

"It's too one-sided."

"Still, I had high expectations because it is a volcano... The past seems to be the past and the present is the present. A volcano cannot be called a volcano of the past."

"Isn't that something you knew?"

"Even so, it's going to be so miserable... Actually, now I can't tell if I'm a strong male or a weak volcano."

"Isn't it both?"

"It's a pity. It's a pity. It seems that the volcano is really over now. It's just in vain..."

Sima Seung twisted the corners of his lips and smiled.

Public opinion turned completely toward the south. However, his purpose today is not to elevate the status of the last son. It was to drop the volcano into the abyss.

To do that, it is necessary to burn it so that even the sprouts do not grow.

"Okay, now it's time to finish it. Did you see what the privates are doing?"

"Yes, Elder!"

Jongnam's three great disciples look at him with determined faces.

"Do not hesitate."

The monk's eyes lit up.

"A lion does his best even when he catches a rabbit. Don't show mercy. You have to destroy them so that they don't even think about learning martial arts again."

"Yes! I'll keep that in mind!"

The monk looked up at the sky with a fishy smile.

'It's such a clear day.'

And it's such a good day.

“……”

Jonghyun was at a loss for words.

He couldn't afford to look back at the two great disciples who were gathered next to him. You can tell without looking. what they look like now. And how much despair they will fall into.

And it was the same with the three great disciples.

'Are you saying that the difference between him and the last man was this big?'

Up until now, the Hwajong branch had a taste that went well together. Defeat was the same, but it wasn't as one-sided as a person kills an ant as it is now.

It was then that Jong-Nam realized that Jong-Nam had never really dealt with Hwa-Hwa.

"...are we going to Chalian?"

“……”

The faces of the three great disciples darkened.

It is true that they received training from Qingming, but the wide gap they see in front of them takes away even the confidence they gained from training.

No, but now that everyone has left, uh... … .

That's not the problem now... … .

Yoonjong slowly turned his gaze to look at Cheongmyeong sitting next to him.

And huh, he held his breath.

Whoops!

The sound of grinding teeth makes Yoonjong's heart sink.

Cheongmyung's face is burning red and looks like it's about to explode.

“……”

Each time the privates were defeated one by one, their face seemed to turn red a little, but now they are dyed red like a plum in full bloom.

Seeing that face, Yoon-jong carefully reached out and grabbed the hem of Cheong-myeong's robe.

'This bastard will explode soon.'

After three years of being a dog in Seodang, you can chant the good luck, and in three months next to Qingmyeong, you will become a master in observing!

Yoonjong opened his mouth with a trembling voice.

“My wife, Cheong Myung, calm down first.”

"……Calm?"

The moment he heard that squeaky voice, Yoon Jong put something down in his heart... … . No, you can't put it down! It's the Hwajong branch now! Not only Jangmun people, but people from Jongnam and Shaanxi are all watching!

If this guy has a seizure here, maybe even worse than the loss of all the great disciples.

Yoon-Jong began to grow his cheongmyeong in the hope of soothing his mad dog.

"My wife, Cheongmyeong-ah. Think carefully. You said that yesterday. Patience is more important than anything else for a person to perform great things!"

"……patience."

"Yeah! Patience!"

"……execution."

"Yes, Cheongmyeong-ah. I remember your words well..."

"I've been thinking about it."

"Yes?"

Cheongmyung's head slowly, very slowly, turned towards Yoonjong.

and.

Yoon Jong saw it.

Qingming's eyes were half-turned.

"……I am."

Cheongmyung growled like an animal and got up.

"There is no such thing as patience!"

proud

this bastard

Unam took a deep breath. His face was so weary that he could no longer be pale.

I think I want to get out of here even now. However, unless the instructions of Jang Mun-in have been given, he should continue with this flower-making branch.

“Next… we will hold the secret service of the three great disciples. Among the three great disciples….”

It was then.

"Hold on! Never let go of that bastard!"

"Cheongmyeong, you were supposed to go out last! It's in trouble!"

"People see, people! Please, only when we're together!"

Unam looked back at the three great disciples with puzzled eyes.

Among the three great disciples who are trying to block something, someone is trying to walk out with their eyes glistening.

'Cheongmyung?'

Why is that kid?

Doubts abound, but I have to finish what I said. Because they aren't the only ones here.

"The vanguard is..."

"Aaaaaah!"

But Unam's words could not continue.

As soon as the word vanguard comes out, Cheong-myeong blows back the executioners who were somehow holding him back, and then jumps swiftly over the gymnasium.

"Whoa!"

Chong-myung, who climbed into the gymnasium, takes a deep breath. Then he looked at the servant with his sparkling eyes and said,

"One quick!"

“……”

"Because anyone likes it. One guy comes up quickly. Before it's all gone."

Sima Seung opened his mouth.

"...that crazy bastard!"

I knew he was crazy, but he must have been that crazy. Such arrogant words and deeds in a place not only Jong-nam but also the officials of Shaan-seo are watching!

"Calm down, Elder."

Jin Geum-ryong quickly stopped Sima Monk's seizure.

"You can't run around and play with a goby. Sooner or later, he'll know my subject."

"Ugh!"

But, still unable to hide his displeasure and seeing the monk coughing loudly, Jin Geum-ryong speaks lowly.

"rainfall."

"Yes, Sasuk!"

Seon-woo Liang, who was supposed to face Qing-myeong, firmly nodded his head.

"I came out as a spearhead differently than I thought, but it doesn't change anything. Give that guy my subject!"

"Yes, Sasuk! Don't worry!"

Seonwoo Liang grabbed his wooden sword and blew his body up to the unarmed.

And with the sword in his hand, he aimed at Qingming.

"I'll crush that arrogant snout. I'm the last boy..."

At that moment, Cheongmyung disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Seonwooryang.

"line……."

Sunwoo was seen.

An angry Asura-like face suddenly appeared in front of him. And that figure is suddenly covered with darkness.

darkness?

Why is it dark in broad daylight? … .

Ah! It's not dark, it's hidden. This is right in front of you, so this... … .

fist?

And that moment.

The mundos of the volcano heard a loud roar from the volcano, which they had never heard since they entered the volcano.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

rotate

Seonwoo-ryang's body spun more than a dozen times in the air, then collapsed and fell to the floor.

“……”

Seonwoo-ryang's body, sunk to the floor, convulsed pathetically, as if it had been afflicted with a leprosy.

Seeing the collapsed Sunwoo-ryang, Cheong-myeong shuddered.

"I'm joking about nothing."

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