Chapter 640

Chapter 640

It felt as if the blood in his entire body had suddenly turned cold.

Baek Cheon, who was watching, found himself forgetting to breathe.

This

A place where Chung Myung rose.

The view of an elder of Wudang.

Phew

Only then did he exhale lightly.

He was tired of watching Chung Myung fight. However, this was the first time he had seen Chung Myung fight so fervently against an opponent who allowed him to fully showcase his skills, one after another.

This is what a real swordsman is.

There was no artistic fight like he had imagined.

What was visible was a truly grueling struggle, so intense it couldnt even be described as bloody anymore.

Sasuk

Yes.

Jo Gul also seemed to be in shock, his voice turning quiet.

Was he strong?

That kind of question was nice to ask.

Was there anyone here who didnt know how strong Chung Myung was? There was no one who would find it strange if he fought on equal footing with a Wudang elder, at least none of the Five Swords of Mount Hua would consider it odd.

But it was how extreme Chung Myung was fighting that made them so nervous that they couldnt even exhale in peace.

Equally matching someone who was undoubtedly strong

Baek Cheon clearly witnessed at this moment how to use the most basic things, which anyone in martial arts would know, in execution.

He didnt miss even the slightest skill, executing each move as if gambling with his life, and once he had a chance to win, he was relentlessly pushing the opponent without resting even for a moment, to secure that win.

This was the martial arts he knew, but still, it felt so unfamiliar to him. No, maybe it wasnt something he knew at all.

Can we fight like this?

Baek Cheon realized this once again.

What did it mean to say that learning martial arts wasnt everything?

What would be the result if the current Baek Cheon fought equally against Chung Myung?

He probably wouldnt even last 20 seconds before ending up like minced meat. Even if he fought not just with Chung Myung, who was strong now, but with a Chung Myung of the same strength as Baek Cheon.

Even if he had the strength to withstand the sword, he lacked the talent to deal with the improvisations. At this point, it wasnt just Chung Myungs amazing swordsmanship that was shocking. Still, the fact that Heo Gong could withstand so much was astonishing.

His blood circulated twice as fast, and his mouth felt dry.

Except for Chung Myung, all the Five Swords now looked lost. In particular, Yu Yiseol, who usually maintains a cold expression, now had a shocked look.

The others

Baek Cheon glanced back.

If the Five Swords, who had been observing Chung Myungs growth and actions all this time, were this shocked, then what about the other disciples?

Sure enough, the other Mount Hua disciples were all staring at the stage with looks of disbelief.

That

Some bit their mouths, and others seemed to want to say something, but in the end, they remained silent.

Right.

Of course, they probably dont even understand whats happening on the stage. Even Baek Cheon only catches glimpses of it at times. But there are things one can sense even without fully grasping them.

Oh my

Chung Myung is

Seeing them unable to finish their sentences, Baek Cheon pondered for a moment.

Should I tell them?

What was happening in front of them, and what the difference was?

But he quickly dismissed the idea.

Sometimes, experiencing and feeling something is better than understanding it through detailed explanations.

And above all

I dont want to distract them.

This might be a bit selfish.

Chung Myung was out there trying to show things to the disciples of Mount Hua. If he decided to step in, the attention might shift to him.

And Baek Cheon didnt want to do that now.

As a swordsman holding the sword, he couldnt let this go.

Show us more.

How high and strong he was.

How high was the place they needed to reach?

Clench.

Heo Gong gritted his teeth, raised the sword to shoulder height, and pulled it slightly. Soon, the sword was aimed at Chung Myung. It was an expression of the will that there was no need for words.

Chung Myung smiled. He could even tell what Heo Gong was thinking without an answer.

If something like a mindset changes like this, then no one would go through any hardships.

Heo Gong was strong.

And his guess was that no other elder in Wudang could take this boy down. Considering this, his talent had to be real, and his attitude towards the sword didnt seem bad.

Of course, he couldnt be compared with the past elders of Wudang, but he was someone definitely worth being acknowledged.

The solidity of his sword was due to the basics, strength management, and, above all, the hard work he did without resting, and that was something that could surely be traced back to Seol Chun-seong of the Ice Palace.

But.

Heo Gong was weak.

Chung Myung just displayed that.

This was a sword that he completed alone.

Heo Gong has probably never put his life at risk while fighting against someone. He may have gone through tough times in life and won them, too, but he never stood tall in the face of a life-and-death battle.

Talent, effort, timeeven with all of them, Heo Gong was someone who was secured and protected like a delicate flower within the sect.

So sick of this.

Wheik.

Chung Myung mumbled lightly, turning the sword and holding it; he slightly lowered his stance.

Soon, his blood-soaked teeth were visible again.

It looks like I am the one who needs to teach you a lesson.

Chung Myungs feet touched the ground.

Kwak!

A sound so loud that it was hard to believe a human body made it. And Chung Myung moved like lightning.

Heo Gong gritted his teeth.

Calmly

Chung Myung smiled like a demon and stabbed the sword at Heo Gong.

A stab that was not complex. An attack that wasnt tough to block. Naturally, Heo Gong raised his sword to stop it.

That moment.

Kwaang!

Kuak!

Before his sword could be stopped by Heo Gong, the tip of Chung Myungs sword pierced through the blade of Heo Gong and pushed it.

Heo Gong looked so embarrassed at this.

I-it moved?

The distance was still far for the sword to arrive. If his hand hadnt moved on instinct, his throat would have been pierced.

It seemed like this sword had turned twice the length of itself. But he had no time to think.

Paaay! Paaat!

This was because successive stabs were aimed at his entire body.

Ahhh!

Heo Gong, who let out a shout, struck Chung Myungs sword.

But!

Chaaang!

Crack!

Chung Myung, who jumped up, threw all his weight and hit Heo Gong. Although he was able to block it in time, the blow was so strong that he heard the sound of bone cracking in his wrist.

Kakakak!

You know that?

As Chung Myung spoke, Heo Gong was shocked.

To be free to talk

Blocking isnt all, kid.

At that moment, Chung Myungs hand, which was holding the sword, went down; naturally, the direction of the tip of the sword was aimed upwards.

Kwang!

And with one hit, he pushed Heo Gongs sword out.

What?

It was a hit that perfectly used strength to push the sword up.

Wudangs

Chung Myungs elbow struck Heo Gong in midair.