Chapter - 288 Episode 288. The end is another beginning. (3)

Jong Seo-han, who rushed to the forest of plum blossoms with a heated atmosphere, clenched his teeth at a feast of distant swords that seemed to completely attack him.

It looks like all the water in front of me is covered with plum blossoms.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Swing a sword.

However, the fluttering plum blossoms were merely pushed back by his swordstorm and then pushed back again.

No matter how much evil you do, you can't push it away.

It can't be.

This is ridiculous.

Jong Seo-han almost lost his reason in anger.

Jonghwa Branch.

The terrible memory came back to Jong Seo-han's mind.

The very moment when I was desperately defeated by Hwasan, who I've never considered an opponent because of that f*cking Hwasan Sinryong.

After that day, the atmosphere of Jongnam changed.

The death penalty, which had always been full of leeway, has become less talkative, and everyone has become nervous.

A terrible sense of defeat that I've never experienced weighed down on them.

The more, the more Jong Seo-han clung to the sword.

The humiliation of a sword can only be repaid with a sword.

I believed that the opportunity to repay this humiliation would surely come if I trained like crazy.

But…….

Why is this happening?'

I couldn't understand.

It would have been humbly acceptable if he neglected his training at least once. If you haven't given up on the idea of ignoring Hwasan since the Jonghwa Branch, or if you were careless, you could blame yourself.

But he literally forgot to eat and hung on to the water.

But why is this result coming out?

'No!'

Jong Seo-han clenched his teeth and swung the sword.

His sword is not wrong!

Jongnam's sword can't be wrong!

The sword was covered with white swords. The white buds bloomed along the trajectory.

A dazzling tale blooms beautifully. It's much more lively than Baek Cheon's plum blossoms!

It was a tale that pushed himself to the limit, shaved and shorn.

One.

The moment I bumped into Baek Cheon's plum blossoms, I couldn't help but laugh.

The blood vessel Jong Seo-han's eyes began to tremble.

'Why the hell?'

Why can't you get that plum blossom?

The twelve-year-old transplant is the purification of Jongnam's swordsmanship, which has been produced by Jongnam's elders for decades of research.

This is the result of research and research on better swordsmanship, not being satisfied with the Daecheon River Sword Act, and not being satisfied with the Daecheon River Sword Act.

Such a long-spirited 12th-century transplant would be defeated by Hawasan's sword, which is like an old-fashioned spectre?

It's unreasonable.

This is so unreasonable.

"For God's sake, this is ridiculous!"

Jong Seo-han's cry roared on the stage.

Baek Cheon's eyes sank cold.

The same cry as Jong Seo-han's scream came out clearly.

The cry resembled the scream of Baek Cheon, who was in despair in front of Jin Geum Ryong in the past.

Only three years.

In those three years, Jong Seo-han and his position changed.

Where did this difference come from?

Baek Cheon sneaked his eyes off the stage. Chung-Myung, who had a significant look on his face in front of the stand, immediately caught my eyes.

Don't laugh, man.'

Chung-Myung looked like he was asking.

Do you realize how valuable those three years were?

Baek Cheon gave strength to the hand holding the sword.It is meaningless if you take the same time and try the same thing, but you can't go in the right direction.

Now Baek Cheon has to prove it. Beyond that letter to Jongnam.

Baek Cheon's sword spewed red swords.

The plum blossoms created by Baek Cheon swelled again and again, completely covering Jong Seo-han's tale.

When Jong Seo-han came to his senses, his surroundings were already filled with red petals.

"Oh, how...…."

Jong Seo-han's eyes are filled with astonishment.

Are you saying that you should feel this desperate wall for Baek Cheon, who you didn't even consider as your opponent?

"For God's sake! Argh!

Swing a sword desperately and again. As he forgot his brother and ceremony, the Japanese apricot flower petals, which were scattered like the feet of a madman, were wrapped around him.

And

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

"……."

The plum blossoms that flew with the warm breeze of spring pass through his whole body urea.

At the same time, Hwasan's plum blossoms, which had bloomed on stage, disappeared like a fantasy.

Jong Seo-han shuddered and looked up at Baek Cheon.

Growl.

Baek Cheon, who recovered the sword and inserted it into a sword, looked at him.

"A tree that has lost its roots will dry up and die."

No matter how colorful a flower is, it is just empty.

"I don't know if you guys understand that."

Flop.

Jong Seo-han collapsed on the spot. At the same time, a cold silence fell on the stage.

Taking his eyes off the fallen man, Baek Cheon turned his head and looked at Jong-nam, exactly Jin Geum Ryong.

Their eyes met at Ho Gong.

The brothers, who were walking on different paths, now stared at each other with obvious hostility.

It's not just hostility.

He who holds a sword must prove himself with a sword.

Neither Baek Cheon nor Jin Geum Ryong knows that to prove themselves, they must defeat the opponent.

After a while, Baek Cheon finally took his eyes off and began to step down from the stage.

"Oh……."

The scene of the inspection of the temple, wearing a black robe and a white hero gun, slowly fell into everyone's eyes.

It was not long before hot cheers began to pour out.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! It's the best!"

"What the hell was that, just now?"

"It was like seeing a mountain full of flowers!"

"Hwasan, yes, it is. It's the plum inspection Hwasan! Hawasan's sword paints plum blossoms.That wasn't just a metaphor!"

"That's amazing! That's amazing!"

The crowd's cheers were simply explosive.

Everyone knows that Hawasan's Mundos have won consecutive victories so far. But until the finals, I had never really seen Hwasan's sword.

In the meantime, Baek Cheon demonstrated the most colorful and most beautiful of all swordsmanship in the world. So it was only natural that the reaction was hot.

"A plum inspection! Yes, a plum inspection?"

"What is it?"

"The inspectors who had mastered Hawsan's plum screening in the past were called plum screening."

"Ha ha. That's an interesting name."

"I don't understand how such a sword could have been compromised. Isn't that just a fantastic test?"

"Famous letters may fall, but they may not fall! Look! Don't you come back to life and bloom?"

"It's literally blooming. Hahahaha!

The middle class looked at the doorways of Baek Cheon and Hwasan with excited eyes.

What the fighters like?

Each person may have different tastes, but there are several things they enjoy in common.One is the emergence of new masters.

And the other is the unnamed warrior of the Munpa who defeats the warrior of the famous.

And the last one is the process of those who have fallen in the past fighting back and reclaiming their names.

Unfortunately, Hwasan was showing all three things that fighters liked. That's why we have to put aside the good news about Hwasan and go crazy for now.

"The death penalty!"

"Living room!"

Hawsan's disciples rushed out excitedly as Baek Cheon returned to his seat amid enthusiastic cheers. Their faces were all flushed red.

The overwhelming defeat of Jongnam's student in front of everyone is of special significance to Hwasan.

"There is no need to act rashly."

But Baek Cheon spoke low as if it were insignificant.

"It's not too late to beat Jin Geum Ryong."

His eyes sank low like that.

I can't say I beat Jongnam until I beat Jin Geum Ryong.

"Let's have a toast then."

"Yes, death penalty!"

"Of course, Sasook!"

Hawasan's disciples looked up to Baek Cheon with red-faced faces.

It's their big brother, but isn't it very trustworthy objectively?

When I saw Baek Cheon beating Jong-han, I felt that even a single doubt and anxiety in my mind flew away.

If Baek Cheon defeats Jin Geum Ryong as it is, there will be no second time for Hwasan to be swayed by the name Jongnam.

"This is where the bad news ends. After the competition, Jong-nam will no longer be in Hwasan's name."

Jin Geum Ryong glared at Hwasan's disciples, cheering with cold eyes. Then grind your teeth gently.

'Baek Cheon.'

It's not a vibrating dragon, it's Baek Cheon.

It is the name of a man who was his brother, but now he is an enemy and must be defeated.

I don't like it.'

That smug sheep doesn't suit Baek Cheon. He pretends to be confident, but he looks best with fear inside.

"Death, death penalty……". The death penalty...…."

Jin Geum Ryong glanced away. The priests were all looking at him with depressed eyes.

"Stretch your shoulders."

"Death, death penalty."

"Don't be discouraged by the Wasans. What do you mean you're scared that something great has happened? And you're the disciples of the South-North faction!"

Everyone flinched at the chill of Jin Geum Ryong. Then, he forced his shoulders out and made a confident face.

"It is unexpected that Seo Han lost, but it does not make any difference. After all, I just have to win."

"Yes, death penalty!"

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes turned to Baek Cheon again. Jin Geum Ryong's eyes became even colder when he saw the expressionless face as if it were the beginning.

'Don't be arrogant.'

I didn't care about Baek Cheon in the first place. It seems to have grown up quite a bit in the meantime, but it's nothing special.

I've got the same blood as him, so I'll have to give him this much. He was weak because he was a member of HWASAN and didn't train properly.

The problem is not Baek Cheon.

'Chung-Myung.'

Jin Geum Ryong's eyes chased Chung-Myung giggling in front of the gambling table.

'I'm saying we still have time for that.'

Crunch.

Jin Geum Ryong, who grated his teeth, murmured low."There's nothing to worry about. I'm going to defeat that Hwasan Mystery to regain Jongnam's honor. Then those stupid spectators will know who the real Bimu is."

"Of course, death penalty!"

"Of course the death penalty will prevail."

Half faith and half Abu.

It was a soulless word that tickled the ear, but Jin Geum Ryong didn't really care about it. We can prove it with the results anyway.

But only one person.

"Why aren't you talking?"

"……."

Isong Baek slowly raises his head when asked by Jin Geum Ryong.

Jin Geum Ryong stared at him, who had been silent all along.

An indifferent face.

'I'm not happy with what's around me.'

It seems like he's talking with his expression.

"What do you think?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Do you think I can beat the Hawasan Mystery?"

Then Isong Baek peeked back at Chung-Myung and saw Jin Geum Ryong again.

"I understand one thing."

"What is it?"

"The next opponent of the death penalty is your brother."

"…so?"

Isong Baek speaks calmly.

"Can someone who doesn't see the person in front of you get a bigger one?"

Jongnam's disciples stepped up at his words.

"This guy?"

"How dare you!"

Jin Geum Ryong raised his hand to dissuade them.

"Leave it alone."

"The death penalty!"

And I looked coldly at Isong Baek.

"We'll see. Are you right or am I right?"

Isong Baek looked down without answering. Jin Geum Ryong turned his eyes coldly.

The death penalty's sharp eyes were flung into Isong Baek. He just sighed quietly.

I'm not supposed to do this.….'

A consultation that only occurs when there is time is not a consultation.

Jong-nam, who had already lost his composure in the past, is now so narrow that it is no longer possible to be called a consultative fingerprint.

"Chung-Myung stamp." What do you think of the seal?'

His gaze trailed the distant Chung-Myung.

"This is the victory of Hawasan's Baek Cheon. If you call Baek Cheon, you can come this way and get the dividend."

"Hehehehehe!"

Chung-Myung ran toward the stand in a jubilation.

Wirip San smiled humbly and retrieved Chung-Myung's ticket.

"Let's see, Chung-Myung's stamp money is 10,000."…."

Wirip San took some of the money, literally, to a great extent, and pushed all of it into Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung had a lot of money, so he ate most of the money even if he took out what he had to give out to others.

"Here it is!"

"Hehe. Here you go."

Chung-Myung picked up one of the gold and held it out to Wirip San.

"Oh, no, you don't have to give me this.…."

"Come on. You get an upset stomach if you try to eat it all at the gambling table. Take this."

"Then I'll take it with thanks. But how can I give you all this money...…."

Before Wirip San's words, Chung-Myung pulled something out of his arms.

"Huh?"

What he took out was a large sack of cloth. Wirip San opened his mouth wide.

"Hehehehehe!"

Chung-Myung literally began to sweep up the money on the board.

He pushed in everything, including gold, silver, and slips, and tied up the entrance of the bag with a string.

Then he suddenly turned his head.

"The death penalty!"

"Huh?"

Jo-Gol, who was looking at Chung-Myung from afar, flinched."Take it!"

Chung-Myung threw the battery at him.

Chin!

Surprised by the heavy weight, Jo-Gol opened it and flinched again.

"Hey! What am I supposed to do about this?"

"Put it in the middle. Don't let anyone steal it!"

"…Is this all I have to do?"

"No."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"What are you talking about, it's just the beginning."

I'm going to empty everyone's pockets!

"Wow, that's awesome! You're going to eat all of that?"

"How much is that?"

"At the end, the dividend was doubled on both sides, so I think he almost ate it with one shot."

"You're going to eat it all at once?"

Greed is beginning to grow in people's eyes. Everyone has noticed that this board is bigger than they thought.

Those who were not very interested in gambling also began to look curious and snoop around when they saw Chung-Myung flying the battery.

Wirip San cleared his throat and shouted.

"Let's move on to the next round! This time, it's Mok-oh of openness and Jo-Gol of Hwasan's……."

"Meet Jo-Gol in Wasan!"

Chin!

Again, a pile of 10,000-won slips flew over the board. The gamblers' eyes were bloodshot for a moment.

Chung-Myung said with a slight chin as if he were pulling a fire there.

"What are you doing? You're not betting?"

As soon as the words were over, the underlings began to rush back to the stands like hungry monkfish.

"500 to Mok-oh!"

"Three hundred to Mok-oh!"

"Didn't you lose a lot earlier?"

"Don't be stupid! If you win once, you can earn tens of times. What's the big deal?"

Chung-Myung grinned as he looked at the board, which was once again in chaos.

"How easy it is to make money."

I wish there were ten more non-stage meetings. Then the world's biggest rejection is not a dream!

Jo-Gol shook his head as he watched Chung-Myung, who was pleasantly drenched in sweet dreams.

And slowly headed to the non-stage. It was time to get ready.

Then Baek Cheon called him up.

"Jo-Gol."

"Yes, Sa-suk!"

As Jo-Gol turned around, Baek Cheon said in a very serious voice.

"Don't underestimate your opponent. They're not easy opponents at all. Win with all your might."

"You're telling me to use plum print, right?"

"If I have to, I have to."

"I see!"

Jo-Gol's eyes sparkled.

I'll do my best to knock down the opponent, and he'll cheer the crowd like Baek Cheon...….

"The death penalty! The death penalty! I bet on the death penalty! You're going to die if you're gonna die!"

"……."

Not you, dude! Not you!

Turn it off!