Chapter 629

Chapter 629

It was a bit strange.

Although he had been learning sword techniques for a long time and pursuing his own path, Un Geom had never had a proper fight until now.

This would be the first in his life.

What could one say about how he felt in the situation

I am a bit excited.

If it were a spar to prove skills, one might be nervous. But now, this wasnt a time for him to prove his skills.

Just

Un Geom stood on the stage and looked at his opponent.

Un Geom, a first-class disciple of Mount Hua.

Mu Gak, who was across from him, stared at Un Geom.

First-class disciple

Mu Gak mumbled, shocked.

I didnt know that a first disciple of Mount Hua would join this fight.

Un Geom scratched his cheek with a bit of a flustered look.

I might be one who enjoys happy occasions by relying on the reputation of the younger disciples, but you dont have to worry too much about my ability to swing the sword.

A calm tone that made Mu Gak nod.

One empty sleeve meant a lot. He probably first learned it with the right hand and then changed to the left.

A name he had never heard of. A disciple of the first class in Mount Hua. There was nothing about this man that made him feel nice.

But

He isnt an easy one to tackle.

The force and momentum this man was displaying were strange.

As quiet as mountains at dawn.

This person, who felt like his name, Geom (silence), in human form.

Mu Gak sighed softly.

No, it is the same no matter who the opponent is.

They could not afford to lose anymore. Wudang was on the edge now.

I am Mu Gak, a first-class disciple of Wudang.

I am Un Geom, a first-class disciple of Mount Hua.

The two people drew their swords and took their stances.

Kuak.

Baek Cheon looked at his hands. Sweat was welling up on his palms, which had turned completely white due to the blood draining from his clenching them tightly.

Un Geoms duty.

When he looked around, he saw the other disciples staring nervously at the stage.

Maybe I should have gone

Baek Sang mumbled in an emotional tone.

It seemed like he couldnt forgive himself for showing hesitation, which made Un Geom step forward. Baek Cheon firmly said,

It isnt your fault.

But!

Even if you didnt hesitate, Sasuk would have stepped ahead even then. Dont think about unneeded things.

Yes, Sahyung.

Baek Cheon clenched his fist again.

Nervous, no. This was worry.

But none of the disciples of Mount Hua were worried about him being defeated. Even if he were to lose without even being able to swing the sword, none of them would ever say anything to Un Geom.

It wouldnt be possible; if anyone wanted to speak, Baek Cheon would never let it happen.

But what they were worried about wasnt the defeat, but the pain Un Geom would end up with, having to do this and come out with a loss.

Un Geom lived his life diligently without resting for a day. What did it mean to him to lose his pride and honor here?

Sasuk.

In the end, a voice like a groan came out.

It still remained in his memory; this image of Un Geom spread at the enemys spear.

The empty sleeve of Un Geom resulted from their weakness. It symbolized the efforts of their senior Sasuks, who risked it all to protect them.

This was why it felt painful for him to watch.

To Baek Cheon and the other disciples of Mount Hua, Un Geom was a tall mountain. Even though they had become strong, no one thought they could ever surpass Un Geom.

That was why that empty sleeve was painful to them.

If only he didnt lose that arm.

Someones small mumble pierced painfully into the ears of the other Mount Hua disciples.

And at that moment, Chung Myung, who had been sitting quietly, turned around and looked,

These young brats

It was truly pure regret as a warrior. But that was why it broke the hearts of people even more. Sometimes, words of comfort hurt more than words with ill intent.

But Un Geom was calm and didnt seem concerned.

But I am not the type of person to regret what I have lost. If all I have is my left hand, then I do my best with it.

That is a good thought.

Un Geom and Mu Gak took their stance.

Un Geom smiled wryly without realizing it as he watched Mu Gak try to pressure him.

The number of lies, I say, is increasing.

He didnt regret it?

As if.

The regret still lingered in his mind. No, it was more intense now.

Even in his dreams, he still swung the sword with the familiar hand. When he suddenly woke from sleep, he sometimes reached out with the right hand, out of habit.

An unknown warrior.

A life that turned unfamiliar.

People didnt despair over things that never existed. Its when one loses what they have, and when they realize that what was lost cannot be regained, their heart falls into despair.

Un Geoms eyes glanced at the disciples of Mount Hua.

Their concerned gazes and restless hands.

Do not look at me with such eyes.

Among them, the one who was the most nervous with the most emotional face was Un Am. Un Am, who was always as calm as a Taoist, was now biting down on his lip with an expression Un Geom had never seen before.

Sahyung.

Right. It happened.

A time when they couldnt let go of their dreams.

When they were tired from the training that lasted until dawn and leaning against the wall, Un Am would sometimes come to have deep talks with them.

He had promised that one day, Un Am would be the sect leader of Mount Hua and he would be the best sword of Mount Hua, and regain the fame which the sect had lost.

Right. That was what he had promised.

It was a promise that was lost.

- Un Geom. I dont plan on getting into the position of sect leader.

Sahyung

Right. That light vanished now.

Un Am gave up the position of sect leader for the sake of future generations, and he might never be able to be the best sword of Mount Hua again.

The predecessors who endured the long darkness and the future generations who built a shining legacy.

The Un disciples connected all those dots.

I am coming!

Mu Gaks bright blue sword qi erupted, covering the stage.

It was truly a vast force.

His eyes dazzled as he saw the vivid qi of Mu Gak and the sword which shone.

Unlike him, who stopped shining.

Did I want it?

Un Geoms sword began to shine brightly with red qi.

He knew it, too. That time could not be turned back.

Even his most brilliant days. His youthful look, when he was confident in himself.

The pure hope that if he worked hard, it would come true at some point.

The person whose light faded didnt return.

But

My sword is still here.

Even if he had to swing it with unfamiliar hands.

Even if he could never reach what he was aiming for.

The plum blossom sword he wielded his whole life was still in his hand.

Ahhhh!

Un Geom let out a suppressed shout and rushed towards the sword qi, which surged like an angry wave.

What did this mean?

Was being weak a reason not to try harder?

Could this lingering feeling of clutching and squeezing the ankles be a reason not to take a step?

Watch, sahyung!

It didnt mean it was gone just because it could no longer be seen. Even withered branches bloomed.

The sword qi rising from the tip of Un Geom bloomed red, reflecting his anger toward the world.

He was right there.

This was

Right here.