Chapter - 621 Episode 621. I'll cut it with pride. (1)

"I won!"

"Oh, my God, Yoon-jong, the death penalty won!"

"The Three Wands Swords……"!”

Hwasan's disciples rose in unison as if they were boiling.

Won.

Anyway, Yoon-Jong won the game. If this were life or death, the outcome might have been different, but it was definitely a dead end. No one could denigrate Yun-Jong's victory in the Bimura way.

"……I really won."

Even if Yun-Jong lost and came off the stage, Hwasan's disciples would have patted Yun-Jong on the shoulder. I saw with my own eyes how much he did his best.

But as a result of doing his best, he even won.

"What are you doing?"

Baek Cheon couldn't hold back his laughter and shouted with a big smile.

"Go up and get him, because his legs are loose and he can't even walk!"

"Yes, death penalty!"

"Yes, Sa-suk!"

Hwasan's disciples rushed up onto the stage. It would be enough for the two of them to help one person, but it was too much to ask those who were excited to think that far.

"Yoon-Jong아!"

"The death penalty!"

Yoon-Jong grinned as he saw the death penalty running in droves.

"Help me. My legs are loose and I can't move."

"What about internal injuries?"

"It's okay."

Everyone jumped from side to side at the horse and carried Yoon-Jong almost halfway. And the nanny proudly walked down the stage.

"Soso, the death penalty...…!”

"For a while."

Yoon-Jong tapped the death penalty on the shoulder trying to find Soso. The death penalty then stepped back from side to side and carefully put him down.

After struggling to walk, Yun-jong stood in front of Hyun Sang.

"Elderly, fortunately...….”

Hyun Sang didn't listen to the end and hugged him.

“…….”

"I've tried. I've tried.

Yoon-Jong smiled lightly as he listened to his moved voice.

"…I paid for the meal."

"Feed for the meal, man! Do you eat rice with gold or something?"

Hyun Sang, who took Yoon-jong off his arms, blushed his eyes.

I was so proud that I felt overwhelmed.

It's not because I won. It's not because he showed outstanding performance. Because the posture he showed was so clear with the sword's will.

"Go ahead and get the treatment. Maybe there's some internal injury left.”

"Yes, Elder."

After finishing the report, Yoon-jong turned around. His eyes were seen huddled with five swords.

Baek Cheon, who is looking at him with a proud face, and Yoo-Esul, who is still expressionless but clenched fists as if full of emotion. Jo-Gol, who looks as if he is about to cry with his lips closed.

And…….

"You know."

“…….”

"If I fought ten times, I would have lost nine times."

"I know."

Until Chung-Myung.

Yoon-Jong nodded obediently at his words.

He was also keenly sympathetic. Mu Yon was obviously better than Yoon-Jong. He is not up to Mu Yon yet.

"But……."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"If you win, that's all."

“…….”

"Stretch your shoulders. It's nothing to be proud of or anything to beat someone you can beat. You have to be really proud when you beat someone you can't beat. That was awesome, death penalty."

"……something windy."

Yoon-jong was briefly taken aback by the sudden compliment from the man who knew how to nag.

But he also briefly, eventually, burst into a clear smile around his mouth.

'This is a victory.'

A strange sense of achievement that I didn't feel when I had a good performance at the arena, and when I fought with the bingo and fought against the horseman, I felt all over my body. He slowly opened his mouth in emotion."I'm……."

"Are you done?"

“…….”

However, the voice from the side slowly turned Yoon-jong's eyes to the side. Dang-Soso, who had already approached, stood smiling.

"If it's over, I'll go."

"……will there be……….”

Yoon-Jong followed her back like a cow being dragged to a slaughterhouse. Hwasan's disciples all laughed at the sight.

But their eyes weren't just filled with joy and laughter. Whether it's a priest or a private residence, everyone felt a lot of things about Yoon-Jong.

"The sword that continues."

Baek Cheon stares at Yoon-jong's back and mutters.

'Honestly, I'm jealous.’

His unwavering willpower, his tenacity.

Of course he knew. It's not something to hold this heart for.

But what can I do? This is how he feels honestly. He quickly buried this rather embarrassing jealousy and tried to hide it.

but

"Look at Dong-ryong's face. That one.”

“…….”

Oh, that ghost.

Baek Cheon slurred his face and spilled Chung-Myung.

"Tsk tsk. Anyway, those who have it are more. If you're greedy."

"No, it's not like that.…!”

The blushing Baek Cheon retorted, but Chung-Myung spoke in a low voice.

"There must be some work to be done for him."

At that calm remark, Baek Cheon finally shut up. And I sighed more than Chung-Myung's eyes.

"The real bird of his...….”

I know. If Yun-Jong is the one who should lead the later Hwasan on the back, Baek Cheon should put Hwasan on the rock today.

I can't put a premium on something is more important. Both were of the utmost importance.

Baek Cheon quietly looked at the celadon ships. They were all reminded of Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong's victories.

'You saw hope.’

Jo-Gol proved that distribution and age are not everything, and Yoon-Jong showed that if he had the guts to push himself, he could overcome talent.

So there's no way not to get excited.

"What a bunch of shit.”

He set the mood like this before he even stepped up, and now he can't lose even if he wants to.

Both were absolutely brilliant.

But he was their private home. I can't lose to them yet.

"Keep an eye on me, you bastards."

Baek Cheon headed off to the rain stage, clutching his plum sword. No, I was going to head.

"Are you going?"

Chung-Myung's poignant voice called him up. Baek Cheon replied as if it were natural.

"Let's continue this momentum."

"Well, that's not bad either. But……."

"Huh?"

"I don't know if it's going to work out the way I think.”

Feeling slightly ominous, Baek Cheon glanced at Chung-Myung. Whenever he said this, something unexpected always happened.

"Should we change the order?”

"No, well....”

Chung-Myung smiled and shook his head.

"It won't mean much. You can go out. First, win beautifully."

Baek Cheon was oblivious to English and stared blankly at him.

Why did you say that if you're going to do this?

"I'll be right back."

"Uh."

Chung-Myung laughed to himself as Baek Cheon headed for the stage with a slightly vague face.

"It's not because it's good. It's a prestigious thing because you've won."

Now Baek Cheon will know that clearly.

It was Ho Sanja who greeted Mu Yon off the stage first. The glare was surprisingly brutal.Mu Yon stood in front of Ho Sanja, unable to turn a blind eye to the gaze. Ho Sanja, who was staring at Mu Yon as if he was about to eat him, said as if he was chewing.

"Did you say foster?”

“…….”

"The honor of the private sector is at stake. Is your personal satisfaction more important than the honor of the envoy?"

It was a voice with a real sword.

Mu Yon was a great disciple and a powerful figure worthy of being called a shaman, but he could not ignore the wrath of the elder. With a short sigh, he closed his eyes still.

However, Mu Yon's eyes, which soon reopened, did not contain a single drop of shaking.

"Elders, what is the meaning of such honor?"

Ho Sanja's face was distorted by his calm rebuttal.

"…What did you just say?”

Mu Yon shook his head and said,

"Honor is meaningful when you get it right. I won over what I lost. Isn't it more disgraceful to claim the honor of hiding one's faults than to point fingers at one's faults?"

In anger, Ho Sanja's face was convulsed with water. But Mu Yon's words continued firmly.

"I didn't step down because the honor was not important. I stepped down because honor is important. How can I claim to be a proud shaman's disciple if they hide their mistakes just because they haven't seen it?"

Ho Sanja stared at Mu Yon with his teeth clenched.

"Did you say everything?"

"The Elder."

In a harsh atmosphere, Mu Jin sneaked out and dissuaded him.

"I have an eye for seeing. Just calm down for now."

“…….”

"And I don't think Mu Yon is very wrong."

"What?"

"They wouldn't have known Mu Yon's mistake."

Even if you didn't know all, one person must have known.

Hwasan The Dragon.

What Mu Jin saw cannot be missed by him.

"If Mu Yon hadn't stepped down from there, he might have been humiliated. Haven't you heard enough of those who were humiliated by looking down on him?"

"Ee……!"

But Ho Sanja's anger has not faded at all. He gritted his teeth and brushed his teeth.

"How can you be so stupid!"

Aren't we all talking about what we're saying?

How would they know?

That what they are saying is actually a matter of leisure.

That the justice they say comes from power in the end.

He who is hard to talk about will, and he who has no power, cannot talk about justice. They have no idea that everything they talk about now comes from the wealth and fame of the private sector.

'It's too far from the world.’

It seems plausible to see that he was raised in a greenhouse without having experienced the world's most beautiful people, but he was eventually raised in a greenhouse without having never experienced it before.

"Weak men have grown up in the name of a masterpiece that the predecessors have bled out."

Ho Sanja's eyes were distracted.

He no longer felt the need to discuss right from wrong with them. It's an argument with no answer anyway.

What matters now is not what is right.

The important thing is that he must take the result of victory. That was the intention and meaning of the writer who sent him here.

"Elders, the next opponent is coming up."

Ho Sanja looked at the arena with a cold face. Looking at Baek Cheon walking slowly from the other end, he shrieked in a cold voice."Keep a low profile."

"Yes, Elder."

The answer came back, but Ho Sanja didn't even look at Mu Yon until the end. His eyes were fixed solely on Baek Cheon, who was on the stage.

Is it a flower sword?

With the exception of the Hwasan Myron, it is Baek Cheon, the best of the Hwasan's latecomers. Of course, it wasn't the highest performance in the past, but I knew that it had a brilliant performance in the upcoming Daephyolchae soil by defeating Jin Geum Ryong of Jongnam.

Above all...

So far, the three great disciples we've been dealing with.’

It is called the same five swords, but the difference in distribution cannot be ignored. That Baek Cheon must have been at least a few moves ahead of Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong, who have come out so far.

Baek Cheon, who walked to the center of the arena, quietly captured the ball.

"I'm Baek Cheon, Hwasan's second best student."

He glanced at the shaman and said to Mu Jin, fixed his eyes.

"I don't think I'm qualified to choose a partner, but I don't think it's a fault to have someone I want as an unmanned. If you don't mind, I'd like to compete with Mu Jin Daehyeop with a sword.”

The eyes of shamanists turned to Mu Jin.

It may seem cheeky for Hwasan's great student to ask his shaman's great disciple to do the dance, but that's not the case now.

Considering the performance of Hwasan's three great disciples so far, considering Hwajeong's position in Hwasan, the request of Bimu for Mu Jin did not seem too much.

"Well."

Mu Jin may have thought so too, but he touched Songmun High Sword lightly.

If he can't compete with Chung-Myung anyway, it's his job to compete with the strongest except him.

"I'll accept that challenge…….”

It was then.

"Wait."

Ho Sanja coldly blocked Mu Jin. Despite his low voice, he dug into everyone's ears to the point of being weird.