Chapter 615

Chapter 615

That!

Heo Sanjas face twisted in disgust.

That wicked sword.

Flowers bloomed like a dazzling illusion, captivating the human eye, their lethal sharpness cunningly concealed within the disorienting splendor.

It was more than just a pretty display.

It was perilous, akin to a poisonous plant that hides its deadly poison behind vibrant colors.

This was beyond comprehension.

He loathed to acknowledge it, but Mount Hua was indeed a prestigious sect. When considering the history of Taoism, it stood closer to the true tradition than Wudang. Yet, he couldnt grasp how such a malevolent sword could be wielded in such a place.

Wheeik!

The flower petals, having risen together, began to fall like rain.

Heo Sanja, more than anyone, understood the peril of this beautiful spectacle, but even he was momentarily captivated by the sight of the dancing petals.

And in that moment.

Paaat

Jo Gul emerged from the petals, darting toward Mu Ho like a lightning bolt.

Jo Gul, moving with the velocity of a released arrow, delivered a forceful strike to Mu Hos unprotected head.

Shwikkk!

It was a potent blow as if intended to cleave Mu Ho in twoa stark contrast to the usual finesse of Jo Guls swordsmanship.

Mu-Mu Ho!

At the sight, Heo Sanja cried out and lurched to his feet.

But.

Kang!

Just as Jo Guls sword was poised to split Mu Hos head, Mu Hos own sword, tracing an arc like a thunderbolt, intercepted Jo Guls blade.

Kakakakakak!

Sword met sword with a shower of sparks. A ferocious struggle ensued, one sword bearing down with its weight while the other fought to repel the assault.

Crack.

Mu Hos eyes gleamed with the pain surging through his wrist.

I blocked it!

That was the terrifying part.

Had he been slightly less focused and paid more heed to that ostentatious swordplay, he would have been bleeding by now.

But he had blocked it.

Mu Ho felt a surge of elation at that realization.

Jo Guls skill level was higher than expected but wasnt overwhelming. It was clear that if Mu Ho could halt this peculiar movement, victory would be his.

I won

But at that moment.

Hm?

Mu Hos face tensed.

Jo Guls lips, previously pursed from the pressure, curved into a smile.

Smiling?

It was a smile that declared victory.

It wasnt the expression of someone whose attack had been thwarted. This was a confident smile, only possible when everything proceeded perfectly.

Sensing something amiss, Mu Ho retracted his sword and adopted a defensive stance.

Swish!

Hmm?

The sword did not attack.

As if magnetized, Jo Guls blade, pressing against his, held it in place.

Push through!

The Qi emanating from Jo Guls sword was entwined with his, drawing it closer.

This strength?!

It was raw and unrefined, and its sheer volume was terrifying. No matter how hard Mu Ho struggled, he couldnt free his sword.

Wheeeik!

At that moment, Jo Guls plum blossom sword, which had been open and free before, lunged at him.

This is the end?

The Sword of Wudang faltered.

And once the flow of Qi halted, it would eventually be severed. However, Jo Guls sword Qi, which had surged into the sky, did not weaken.

It wasnt the petals that dazzled the eyes. Rather, Jo Gul himself was the bait that deceived the senses.

This!

Mu Ho summoned all his strength, attempting to repel Jo Guls persistent sword. But no matter how much he exerted himself, it was futile.

Jo Guls arms now bulged with power.

Ahhhh!

If you considered whether Jo Gul would have taken such a risk if it were another form of fight, it wouldnt be so.

This was a spar where Mount Hua had to win.

For Mount Hua, which was behind in overall power, to win, it was important to suppress the opponent from the start. Jo Gul knew that, too, so he attempted to force his condition at any cost to secure victory.

Although invisible to the eye, the responsibility for Mount Hua weighed heavily on those trembling shoulders. Despite being only one of the third-class disciples, Jo Gul had also become a bearer of Mount Huas name.

That guy.

Baek Cheon smiled, feeling pride swell in his heart.

But

Why isnt that bastard coming down?

I dont think he will come down until all the Wudang people have seen him and are sick of it?

Someone go and bring him down right now.

Yes.

Yoon Jong ran up, kicked Jo Gul in the butt, and yanked him down by the ear.

Watching the scene, Baek Cheon sighed.

Whether he is trustworthy or not has to be discussed.

Chung Myung alone was enough.

Yaaaah! It hurts! Ahh! Sahyung! It hurts!

Of course, it hurts! You say it hurts indeed; it does hurt!

Ah, is it okay to treat someone who won like this?

Shut it.

Once Yoon Jong released his ear, Jo Gul straightened his shoulders as if the pain was of no concern.

Well, I thought it would be nice if the first-class disciple of Wudang had come up.

It wasnt much then?

No. It is nice, right?

What was with this bastard?

Jo Gul spoke firmly amid everyones sullen looks.

The pressure is no joke. Its a sword technique Ive never experienced before. It seems like Im not doing anything, but it gets increasingly difficult, like sinking into a swamp.

Hmm.

Dont take it lightly. If I had fought normally, I might have lost.

And so it will be Wudang.

Their minds, which had slightly relaxed, quickly tensed up again.

Baek Cheon once again realized Jo Guls growth from their earlier conversation. Previously, Jo Gul would have been busy bragging about defeating the first-class disciple. Still, now he was more concerned about the upcoming fights his sahyungs would face.

I need to work hard too.

Baek Cheon was just about to indulge in such a warm sentiment.

But, well, I won, I won! Hehehe!

For the moment, he decided to postpone those warm feelings.

Anyway, it isnt an opponent you cant face; just exercise a bit of caution Euhhhahahaha!

Suddenly, Jo Gul collapsed on the spot, screaming desperately.

Before they realized it, Tang Soso was approaching, pressing on Jo Guls leg wound with a devilish expression.

Ack! Are you happy now?

Ah! Soso! There! Ack! Is it a cut

Ah, here?

Ackkkk!

Everyone who saw Sosos fingers digging into the wound tightly shut their eyes, unable to watch any longer.

Haha, our sahyung must be in so much pain. I have to treat you now.

Ahno! Im not that hurt! Its better to leave it alone! Leave it alone now!

No way. What nonsense are you talking about? Ill clean it up nicely.

Tang Soso pulled out a large needle from her sleeve.

It was so enormous, thick, and sharp that calling it a needle seemed ridiculous. It was more akin to an awl. Jo Gul asked with a trembling voice.

W-why the needle? I dont have any internal injuries.

I need to.

Uh?

This is a needle.

that.

Yes.

if thats a needle, then an earthworm looks like a dragon to me now ackkk!

Tang Soso dragged Jo Gul to a corner without answering his questions. The disciples of Mount Hua all shook their heads, feeling the goosebumps on their skin and trembling.

I should never get hurt.

If I get hurt, itd be better to just die.

The moment arrived when another condition was added to the challenge.

Baek Cheon gave a bitter smile and glanced at Wudang. They all remained frozen in shock, not even considering picking up their fallen disciple, Mu Ho, from the stage.