Chapter 616

Chapter 616

Did Mount Hua win?

To witness something like this!

twice in a row, too.

The audience couldnt take their eyes off the stage, unable to believe what they saw. However, no matter how hard they rubbed their eyes, the person who had fallen was Wudangs disciple.

T-third class disciple over the first class disciple

N-no. Is this how it happens? A third-class disciple beating a first-class one?

How can this be! Its like a grandson defeating his grandfather!

When one gets older

Does he look old? Getting older means to be stronger! It doesnt mean weaker!

Actually, everyone knew this fact. Among those who had given up working for the day to watch this spar, there wasnt a single one without common sense.

Nevertheless, obvious questions kept coming up because they couldnt understand the situation; they couldnt believe it.

What kind of place was Wudang?

Wasnt it a sect known as the North Star of the Justice faction alongside Shaolin? And such a sects first-class disciple was defeated by the third class disciple of Mount Hua, which had only just begun to gain fame?

It was something that no one would believe, even if told.

It would be hard to trust if they hadnt seen it with their own eyes. Although they had come here to cheer for Mount Hua, it was only to cheer. No one really believed that Mount Hua could win against Wudang.

But the results now were completely unexpected to their eyes.

Mount Hua really is

Stronger.

No, its strange to say they were stronger.

In the first place, Mount Hua wasnt a place that was much discussed when it came to strengths and weaknesses. Until recently, people had never heard of Mount Hua.

But in just a couple of years, Mount Hua had become strong enough to go against Wudang.

Even if Mount Hua loses all of its remaining matches from now on, the reputation of Mount Hua will still rise tremendously with just this one victory.

And maybe

The crowd began to look off the stage with anticipation, thinking, Maybe something insane will happen here. A rabbit catching a tiger was an event that shouldnt occur.

Mu-Mu Ho

A voice like a sigh escaped Heo Sanjas mouth.

Well, what are you doing! Quickly bring Mu Ho down!

Yes!

The Wudang disciples, who had been losing their minds, were so surprised they leaped onto the stage.

Sajae!

Sajae, are you alright?

They lightly shook his shoulder to awaken him, but Mu Ho didnt respond. The Wudang disciples bit their lips, lifted the fallen disciple, and carried him down from the stage.

It isnt a major injury. There will be no problems. But he will not regain consciousness that easily.

Right.

Heo Sanja sighed deeply at this. Several disciples gathered to check his condition, as he had been thrown back violently.

Heo Sanjas eyes widened with shock when he saw the scene. He slowly turned his gaze to Mount Hua. Unlike the somber atmosphere here, the other side was buzzing with excitement.

And why wouldnt it be?

A third-class disciple of Mount Hua had defeated the first-class disciple of Wudang.

Where else would you see such a disgrace

Heo Sanjas face went pale; no blood was in his cheeks. Thinking about the rumors that would start spreading from tomorrow, he felt the urge to vomit everything he ate for breakfast.

But even so, he couldnt blame Mu Ho for the loss. The swordsmanship displayed by that reckless youth, Jo Gul, was truly shocking, even to Heo Sanja.

He hadnt lost a fight that was his to win.

Mu Ho was outmatched in skills.

This realization sent Heo Sanja into a state of shock.

He had heard a lot about the Five Swords of Mount Hua, but he had thought it was just a fancy title, an accolade for a Mount Hua that had regained its lost glory.

Mount Hua had proven itself through the sword, showing they were worthy of the title.

Starting tomorrow, how much would this news spread? How much more would the five swords be talked about? At the very least, wouldnt word get out that those who bore the name Five Swords of Mount Hua had defeated a first-class disciple of Wudang?

This was a humiliation beyond words. At that moment, Mu Jin spoke.

Elder.

You need to calm down. The battle isnt over yet.

Not ended?

Heo Sanja turned and glared at Mu Jin.

What do you mean it isnt over?

Elder.

Heo Sanja, who had spoken hastily, was angry.

If things are going to come out like this, we will have to listen to Jo Gul brag about it for the next two months. Wouldnt I, the sahyung, at least have to face one of the Three Swords of Wudang for that guy to quiet down?

But its the Three Swords of Wudang, right?

Yoon Jong answered calmly as if it were no big deal.

Of course, I am afraid.

But now I know. If you just step back because you are afraid, you will never be able to move forward. I will win.

Hyun Sang nodded without realizing it at those words.

He had secretly hoped that Baek Cheon or Yu Yiseol would step up for this match. If the opponent was one of the Three Swords of Wudang, shouldnt the strongest among them come forward?

But as he looked into Yoon Jongs eyes, he couldnt stop him.

Baek Cheon, who had already come to the side, opened his lips with a serious voice.

Yoon Jong. The honor of a Taoist rests on the shoulders

Achuuu!

But Chung Myungs loud sneeze naturally cut him off. For an instant, Baek Cheon tightly closed his eyes.

I dont like this for some reason!

When he looked back with fierce eyes, Chung Myung was wiping his nose and making a joke.

Ugh. Do you have a cold?

You are going to catch a cold.

Its obvious that even a cold would also run away at the sight of him.

Chung Myung wiped his nose without shame and spoke.

Sahyung.

Uh?

Just do what you do.

It will be more fun than you think.

Yoon Jong, who was looking at Chung Myung, laughed.

Do you think I am just like you and Jo Gul?

Its nothing strange.

W-what, man?

When Yoon Jong got angry, Chung Myung grinned.

You dont need to think about being a Taoist or not. Just go and have some fun. If you lose, I will tease you with more passion.

Yoon Jong, whose face was slightly relaxed, smiled and nodded as he walked to the stage.

Baek Cheon, who watched the process, nodded heavily. He had no choice but to admit it.

I almost made a mistake.

The advice he was trying to give might be right for Jo Gul, but it wasnt right for Yoon Jong. He thinks too much, even without reminding. Giving more advice would only make his shoulders heavier.

Baek Cheon stood next to Chung Myung and quietly asked.

Will it be fine?

What?

Yoon Jong, I mean. It wouldnt be easy to deal with the Three Swords of Wudang.

Mu Yeons force on the stage was unusual even at a glance.

Chung Myung had accurate eyes to gauge talent, so he could guess it, but the answer that came out was a little different from Baek Cheons expectations.

Even if it isnt fine, he has to endure it.

Uh?

Even if he cannot win, he must win.

What does that mean?

When Baek Cheon asked, Chung Myungs voice came back seriously.

Someday, the sword of Sahyung will become one that represents Mount Hua. That is the mission of someone who carries the enemys burden.

Baek Cheon mumbled to himself as he watched Yoon Jongs back ascending.

Enemy

It felt like he now understood.

That boy would become a great scholar of Mount Hua in the future. By that time, Baek Cheon, Yu Yiseol, and probably Chung Myung would have withdrawn from the front lines.

In that case, Yoon Jongs sword would be the standard of Mount Hua. The Five Swords of Mount Hua each have their own unique features, but the sword that would represent Mount Hua in the future would be Yoon Jongs.

Does Yoon Jong know this?

How heavily he must carry it.

He probably knows. Thats likely why that back was so strong.

Show me.

What Mount Huas sword was

The stage here was the right place to show it.