Chapter 633

Chapter 633

Huk! Huk! Huk!

Bloodshot eyes shone.

And the faces of those watching turned anxious. In the end, there was just one person they could look to.

Go ahead and try something.

What can I do now?

No! There is no one other than Sasuk! You know that if something like this happens, it would be a roar!

No.

These damned bastards, saying Dong-ryong this and that, didnt even treat him as Sasuk, and only in times of such a mess did they remember him to be their Sasuk.

If it were just the Sajil bastards who were putting pressure on him, he would simply ignore it, but the problem was the elders who were looking at his back.

Unable to overcome their requests and the unspoken pressure, he took a deep breath and slowly walked toward Chung Myung.

Losing streak losing seven

Seven losses in a row to those Wudang bastards Wudang

This was insane.

The one who was usually a bit of an ass was now letting it be. One could tell by the look in those eyes.

It was a very harsh reality for Baek Cheon as he had to stop Chung Myung, who was losing his reasoning.

Oh, heavenly ancestors.

This was how he died.

Baek Cheon took a deep breath and carefully spoke. The idea was to try and calm things down.

I

Ugh

You see

Uh?

Chung Myung suddenly turned to Baek Cheon.

look at those eyes.

It was as if he wanted to set everything aflame

That

Baek Cheon spoke with an uncharacteristic stutter.

Y-you said it, right?

What?

That defeats are more valuable than wins.

As no answer came back, Baek Cheon spoke with an awkward smile.

Even though we lost, the kids are learning something, so you shouldnt be so angry

At that moment, Chung Myungs head tilted.

Oh my, ruined.

Oh no.

Can he be talked to?

At the same time, the disciples of Mount Hua felt the blood drain from their faces.

Sasuk.

Uh, huh?

Right. Of course, I said that.

Right, right you did, Chung Myung.

but.

Uh?

What about it?

Sasuk, you know it all? Uh?

Chung Myungs eyes slowly began to lose focus.

If I could do everything I know, would I be Confucius or still Chung Myung? It even took a lifetime for Buddha to know what to do, so whats wrong with me not knowing what to do? What!

Oh, my, how could his character be this disgusting?

These idiots who cant even be used as firewood in winter are out there losing spar after spar to Wudang! Seven losses? Ah, this isnt even a losing streak anymore! It isnt even consecutive! Seven losses now? For real? Seven!

Chung Myung, who was trembling in anger, shouted and then grabbed his stiff neck.

Ughh The back of my neck!

C-calm down now!

Baek Cheon was scared and quickly tried to comfort him.

Have we not seen enough? If I run free now, we cannot salvage anything.

Yes, yes, Chung Myung! So calm down now!

Somebody hurry up and get that brat some sugar!

The other disciples began to help Baek Cheon and console Chung Myung.

They had been with Chung Myung for years now. It was enough time to know that something terrible happens when he opens his mouth.

Huk! Huk! Huk!

Chung Myung, who was looking ahead with red eyes, was letting out sharp breaths.

In this case, it would be better to just rip off the heads of those bastards and bury them somewhere on the mountain

What, have you lost it?

Baek Cheon sighed at the sight of Chung Myung still not being able to calm down even after taking the sweet.

Seven losses no, losing eight in a row is a bit too much.

Everyone did their best since Un Geom did, but still, defeat was defeat. It was also true that he felt his stomach twist as each defeat piled up.

He confirmed that the difference from Wudang wasnt so far. But it was also the moment he clearly knew that there was a difference from Wudang.

Wudang.

Baek Cheon looked at the enemy camp with a heavy look.

Still so far.

I know, right.

Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong gazed at the Wudang camp.

Wudang was definitely worthy of being called the best swordsman sect in the world.

Even if the day comes when our kids catch up with those disciples, there will still be a difference in the number.

Not all of Wudangs first-class disciples came here. The number of Wudang people with just the first-class disciples was close to a hundred. The number was overwhelmingly greater than that of Mount Hua.

Considering that Wudangs second and third-class disciples would also grow, the difference in power would not be easy to overcome.

Furthermore

Even if we overcome them, the elders will be behind them too.

I dont even want to think about it, but it is so scary.

Right. It has to be.

He guessed that this was the strength of a famous sect. It wasnt that difficult to surpass them one by one. However, even if a single disciple of the famous sect was surpassed, the whole mountain would come together to block the trespasser.

But

A strong determination appeared on the face of Baek Cheon.

It has to be at that level for it to be worth pursuing.

Still far.

But he didnt think it was a mountain that could not be overcome. Mount Huas disciples must have thought the same thing through this spar.

In the past, Wudang was so far away that the end couldnt be guessed, but through this spar, they could confirm the limit of it. So, didnt that mean it could be reached someday?

The biggest benefit of this spar is probably gaining confidence and returning home.

Baek Cheon smiled quietly.

However, there was one particularly disappointing thing.

It would be nice to check how skilled the Wudang elders are.

It will be difficult. Elders arent people who step forward easily.

Right.

Although Heo Sanja was there, Heo Sanja was a true elder of Wudang. What they wanted to know wasnt about the person in charge of these external activities like Heo Sanja but the power of the real elders who focused on martial arts training.

It is a shame that we missed one thing though.

Anyway, I got something else in return, so it is fine.

Ughh. Those Wudang bastards

Which was why they should calm the dog down first

He was dying here.

You did well.

Yes, elder.

Heo Sanja nodded his head sharply as he looked at the disciple who had returned victorious.

Eight times.

The last time they lost in the spar was when Yu Yiseol stepped forward. It should be said that 85 percent of what was planned has been achieved. However, Heo Sanjas face didnt lighten even as he watched the winning streak.

We are definitely winning.

Then why didnt he feel like he was winning?

Heo Sanja bit his lip and glanced at Mount Hua.

To anyone who could see, the disciples of Mount Hua, who were talking noisily, didnt look like losers. It seemed closer to them being winners.

On the other hand, even though Wudang was winning, the atmosphere was gradually turning depressed.

I need a way to break out

If one thought about the reason why this spar was started, this kind of atmosphere shouldnt continue. It was important to publicize the difference externally. Still, they also had to make Mount Hua realize that the high wall of Wudang could not be overcome.

In order to do that

Heo Sanja shouted.

Yah, this man didnt even come in yet! The sect leader himself gave the order, so how can it be like this!

We arrived at the needed position, dont be upset.

Heo Sanja, who expected Mu Jins answer, raised his eyes at the voice that came. He turned around and saw the face of the sajae with a strange expression.

Sahyung. It seems like you are having a hard time.

Why-why are you this late!

Heo Gong smiled at Heo Sanja.

Devastating.

What?

Since when did Wudang turn this weak? One cannot even deal with Mount Hua without an elder stepping in.

Yah, you

Isnt that right, sahyung?

Everyone began to hold their breath as they heard a low, intimidating tone coming from Heo Gong.