Chapter - 622 Episode 622. I'll cut it with pride. (2)

"Wait."

The voice sounded strangely clear.

Perhaps because the sharpness under the ground was so clearly alive.

"…Elderly?"

Mu Jin looked back at Ho Sanja, flinching.

But Ho Sanja stared only at Baek Cheon, who stood on the stage without even giving him a look.

It's a fire check.

The other shaman's disciples here heard nothing but rumors about Hwasan, but they could not rely on the rumors to lead the shaman's disciples and confront Hwasan.

So, of course, I've already got as much information as I can on Hwasan before I get here.

Of course, there was little information about the radish that I wanted to ask right away, but there is still information that cannot be overlooked.

"Hwasan first."

The same thing was said everywhere that handled information about HWASAN.

Hwajeong sword. Hwasan Jeilgi, Baek Cheon.

In fact, there is the Hwasan Divine, but he is already too powerful and powerless to put it as a latecomer. So in reality, that Baek Cheon is the poster child representing Hwasan.

There were many reviews, but there was only one word that caught Ho Sanja's attention the most.

a man of genius

He defeated Jin Geum Ryong, one of the five latecomers who was famous in the world in the past, and further defeated Daeju of that bayonet in action.

And I'm pretty sure I'll be Hwasan's man of letters in the future.

The conclusion was that no modifier could be ignored.

Judging from all this, Baek Cheon will at least be stronger than Hawasan's disciples who fought first.

Then Ho Sanja had to worry about something else.

Can you be sure that Mu Jin will beat Baek Cheon?

Of course Ho Sanja knows. Mu Jin is strong. The shaman also had high hopes for him.

Having watched all three previous moves, Ho Sanja could not guarantee a perfect victory. If one thing happens in every thousand or thousand, the shaman will be in an irreversible position.

'I'd rather...'

Ho Sanja's eyes shone dark. He slowly opened his mouth.

"Mu Jin."

"Yes, Elder."

"You're not going out this time."

"…Yes?"

Ho Sanja, who glanced back at Mu Jin, his eyes wide open, said.

"Muho!"

"Yes!"

"You go out.”

At the unexpected point, Muho returned as if he was dumbfounded.

"Come on, Elder. Do you mean me?"

"That's right."

Muho shut his mouth.

He's got eyes, he's got wits, don't you see what's going on? It was not that he was not confident in his own sword, but this monument was never one of his greatest disciples, close to the last stone.

"Come on, Elder. The author challenged Mu Jin to death."

"I have ears, too. Don't tell me you didn't hear that.”

"How can I...….”

As Muho procrastinated and did not move coolly, Ho Sanja, who was annoyed, looked nervously back toward Baek Cheon and said.

"Mu Jin is one of the three shamanistic swordsmen and one of the top shaman disciples. It's not appropriate for such a man to join hands with his great pupil."

"Elders!"

Mu Jin unknowingly raised his voice.

It's not because Ho Sanja is wrong. It was only because he realized the true meaning behind the words.Now Ho Sanja is dodging the game.The world's shamans.

"It's a game we've walked from over there. But how can I avoid it? You're telling me to run scared when one of the men is trying to get away with it's a challenge.”

"You're saying weird things."

Ho Sanja grinned, pulling corners of his mouth.

"Didn't you and Mu Yon talk a little while ago? It's a tombstone, a place of friendship. Then wouldn't it be more fitting for Bimu to go out and explore Hawasan's sword?"

“…….”

Mu Jin's body began to tremble.

But Ho Sanja didn't care a bit about that reaction.

"There's no needless to say. That guy, Baek Cheon, will be dealt with by Muho."

"Elders!"

Mu Jin, who tried to shout out loud again, clenched his teeth and lowered his voice as the attention around him grew.

"You can't do this."

"What do you mean?"

"You shouldn't do anything that you're not proud of. We're not the only ones here, are we?

"You fool."

Ho Sanja laughed coldly.

"We've already lost three times."

And said it like a chew.

"If we lose here again, what will the world say about us? Do you think I'd praise you for being a good gatekeeper who lost fair and square?"

“…….”

"You're welcome!"

Mu Jin, who looked into Ho Sanja's eyes, shut up. Regardless of the right or wrong of logic, words did not seem to work.

"Our purpose of coming here has already become impossible to achieve. Those who watched Bimu won't be able to erase Hwasan's victory from their minds. It is inexplicable, disastrous, in no words, that the shaman's great disciple was defeated twice in a row by the three great disciples of Hwasan. What's more……."

It was all the more terrible that one of the defeated shaman's disciples was the Three Swords.

Ho Sanja couldn't bring himself to say this either. It was too shameful to speak out.

"But one in a thousand and one in a thousand...….”

Ho Sanja's bloody eyes glared at Mu Jin.

"If you lose, the shaman's reputation will fall to the ground. No, it's not just that much. The public will praise Hawsan's growth and laugh at the shaman's regression. And you will never regain your glory again!"

"…the elder."

"You are the head of the Three Swords of the Shamans. We must not lose to them."

Mu Jin's eyes were filled with despondency.

Ho Sanja was usually famous for being rational and gentle. But I couldn't find any of that in him now.

"……but this is not it. Elder, this is...….”

"There's no needless to say. This is an order."

When the word "command" came out, Mu Jin swallowed a sigh and closed his eyes tightly. Ho Sanja is a shaman's disciple and shaman's elder. Furthermore, on his way here, he was delegated full authority by the writer Heo Do-jin.

In other words, Ho Sanja's name was the same as that of a long writer.

"Get back."

"I accept orders……."

Mu Jin clenched his teeth and stepped back.

Ho Sanja bit his lips slightly and turned away from it.

Of course he knew. How can he not know that this is a disgrace and an honor?

That this is by no means the right way. What's left of them just because they avoid the opponent and produce the result of victory?But humiliation lasts for a while and the result lasts forever. None of his figures would compare to the assessment that the world's shamans were pushed by the younger disciples of HWASAN.

"Muho, come on out.”

"……Yes."

Muho, who let out a light sigh, soon went on stage with his sagging shoulders.

"What?"

"It's not Mu Jin's big deal."

The Hwasan disciples began to stir.

Of course, I thought Mu Jin would come up, but it was someone they had never seen on stage.

"Who is it?"

"Am I one of the three remaining shamans?"

"I don't think so."

Everyone was embarrassed by the unexpected situation.

So will he, Baek Cheon, is the greatest master of them all. So, of course, I thought there would be someone worthy of him over there.

Now that Hwasan has already won two games, they can't just ignore him. It was expected that they would put all their energy into it.

"Is that some kind of hidden master or something like that.

"Do you think so?"

"…I don't think so either, do I?”

Not at all.

Compared to Mu Jin, who was standing under the stage all the time and pressured them with a clear presence, or Mu Yon, who was completely defeated, although he lost, the momentum of the person who came up now seemed to be falling behind.

Jo-Gol, looking at Hwasan's bewildered disciples, clenched his teeth and said to Chung-Myung.

"Is this what you said earlier?”

Chung-Myung looked at the shaman and laughed and nodded.

"Well, I didn't know it would be so blatant.”

"…...don't intend to win?"

Anger grazed Jo-Gol's face. He is a child of a merchant who is very quick to calculate. There was no way he couldn't understand what the shaman was doing now.

Isn't that a clear way to win?

Instead of sending weak words to Baek Cheon and Yoo-Esul, who can be variables, he is trying to win a steady victory from his disciples, who remain confident.

If this happens, Baek Cheon will easily win.

Yoo-Esul will also come back with a quick win.

But what about the rest?

Who else in Hwasan can confidently win over the rest of the shaman's great disciples?

It's just Chung-Myung.

"You can just fight and win! Why did you do that to me?…!”

"That's what a famous sentence is."

Jo-Gol, who had a fever, spoke up, but Chung-Myung was just heartbroken.

"It's good and great that's why it's a great name, but it's a great name and it's a result. Those who have been under the name of prestigious people for a long time know it well. The process doesn't mean anything."

"So that's fair?"

"Nobody said it was fair."

Jo-Gol really gritted his teeth.

"This is... this is shaman's way?"

He even stared at the shaman with a face as if he had been betrayed. Other students who heard the two men's conversation also shed similar anger and shamans.

Chung-Myung thought it was foolish to ask the enemy for justice, but on the other hand, he understood their minds.

'Yes, you'll be angry.’

For HWASAN now, shamanism is both a goal to overcome and an object of envy.

Unlike Chung-Myung, who lived high in the days when Hwasan was Mu Danbo, they would never have imagined that they would dare to surpass the shaman.Therefore, in their minds, the shaman had to be high and strong.

However, it was natural to feel a sense of betrayal because he faced his bare face in such an unexpected way.

Chung-Myung smiled quietly as Ho Sanja looked towards the line.

So, you're letting go of your pride or whatever.’

It's a bold decision.

Usually, those who hang themselves face more dire consequences because of their face. The decision to take victory in return for putting everything down seemed rather wise.

"Keep an eye on it."

Chung-Myung said coldly.

"Discussing the agreement and discussing romance is just the ease of those who have not lost their footing. The moment a knife is pointed at my neck, every man reveals his true nature."

“…….”

Everyone was speechless at the words and only looked at the arena. Chung-Myung's eyes sank dark.

'But....'

Soon a twisted smile was drawn around the mouth.

'It remains to be seen whether it will go its way.’

His eyes on Ho Sanja were as cold as nails.