Chapter 643

Chapter 643

He won.

That insane bastard

Baek Cheon, Jo Gul, and Yoon Jong looked at the stages with shocked faces.

The image of Chung Myung standing tall and Heo Gong on the ground was clearly engraved in their eyes.

Oh heavens

They did think this was possible.

If this guy, Chung Myung, was really what he had shown till now, there was no reason why he wouldnt win over the Wudang elder.

But there was a world of difference between just thinking about it and finally witnessing it firsthand.

I did think he could win, but this

This wasnt just a win. It was a one-sided victory.

sasuk.

Uh?

Has he gotten stronger or what?

seems like it.

But does it make sense?

Baek Cheon smiled a bit bitterly at Jo Guls complaint.

Seriously, that guy is

Now that he thought about it, just when he finally caught up to Chung Myung, he was left far behind again. All he could see was the shadow of Chung Myung, ready to vanish at any moment.

But he no longer felt frustrated by these things.

Seeing the shadow of Chung Myung beyond him. Even though the distance didnt get narrowed as expected, Baek Cheon was steadily following him.

Rather

Uh?

I think we should do something about them first.

At Baek Cheons words, Yoon Jong and Jo Gul slowly turned around. Hyun Sang and Hyun Young were standing at the top of the disciples.

Seems like their jaws will drop.

Isnt that a bit dangerous?

As he looked at Hyun Sangs mouth, so wide that it couldnt open any further, he laughed and felt concerned at the same time. It would be so bad if that jaw lost its grip.

Won

Hohohoh.

Hyun Sang was being Hyun Sang, but the face of Hyun Young, which showed the absurdity of this and he had nothing more to say, was a sight to engrave in their memories.

I

Hmm. This is a bit complicated. Confusing.

Hyun Sang, barely coming to his senses after hearing Hyun Youngs words, looked to the side and said,

Uh?

Think about it, sahyung. Even a famed elder of Wudang got beaten up, so what guarantee do we have that we wont be? From now on, we need to be wary of what we speak in front of

Ugh, you rotten bastard!

Before he could finish speaking, Hyun Sang hit Hyun Young on the butt.

Is that what you say to a disciple who did his best to win?

Did I say something wrong?

Ugh.

Hyun Sang glanced at his sajae, who didnt want to say a word, and then turned his gaze back to Chung Myung.

I cannot believe this.

He won an amazing victory against the elder of Wudang, not just any other person. This was an entirely different story from the wins Chung Myung brought for them.

How good was Wudang? It was a sect considered to be the best among the sword sects.

And even that Wudang, Chung Myung, who was nothing more than a third-class disciple, defeated an elder who was renowned for his strength?

Has something like this ever happened?

It wasnt like he didnt know because he was a disciple of Mount Hua.

But Hyun Sang and himself had never heard of such a thing in his lifetime. No, he had never even imagined such a thing.

He he is like a goblin.

An insincere laugh came out of Hyun Sangs mouth. At the same time, the wrinkles around his eyes began to slowly turn wet.

It might be because he was going against Wudang that he couldnt think about Chung Myung winning over him.

He was happy to know that Chung Myung went out there and fought, but his eyes were just turning red.

Clench your teeth and endure it, sahyung.

But Heo Sanja just stood there, dumbfounded.

The same shock reverberated at the back. All the disciples of Wudang were taken aback, unsure of how to process the situation.

It has to make sense.

When had he ever been so thoroughly defeated?

The reason Mu Jin could somehow maintain his sanity wasnt because he was stronger than the others. Rather, he was less shocked since he had previously encountered Chung Myung and suffered a similar defeat.

We have been a bit too arrogant.

At that moment, Hyun Sang began to ascend the stage.

Witnessing that truly confident stride, a wry smile appeared on Mu Jins face. He recognized that his perspective on Hyun Sang had changed.

To be honest, he hadnt thought much of the Mount Hua elders until now.

Mu Jin, having experienced the shock from Chung Myung, could guess that the changes in the past at Mount Hua were what allowed this to happen.

Therefore, to Mu Jin, the elders of Mount Hua were nothing more than incompetent individuals who had the luxury of accidentally accepting one of the most talented people out there.

But now, Hyun Sang seemed very different.

He is the one who trained the swordsman known as Un Geom and the Baek disciples.

Just by observing Un Geom, anyone could infer the caliber of swordsmanship practiced at Mount Hua. Anyone who has trained such a person deserves respect.

Regardless of being from Mount Hua and Wudang, they were all Taoists and swordsmen at heart.

Hyun Sang, standing beside Chung Myung, quietly observed Wudang.

He walked past a Wudang disciple who couldnt even meet his gaze and fixed his eyes on Heo Sanja, who was still in shock. And he quietly said,

It was a good spar.

And it doesnt matter whether the spar is won or lost. What is important is what we learn and what we gain by pointing our swords at each other.

His voice was calm yet firm and authoritative.

Mu Jin realized something once again.

He is a deeply rooted pine tree.

A person who lived in Mount Hua, having experienced many years of ups and downs, was as strong and disciplined as a deeply rooted pine tree that silently withstands turbulent times.

That

It was something that we, as Wudang, had to pursue.

Those who protected Mount Hua were embodying the ideals that Wudang aspired to demonstrate through their swordsmanship.

Mu Jin felt so lost that he began to lower his head and show respect for Hyun Sang. And with that, Hyun Sang continued.

This time, Mount Hua managed to gain a lot. But the result of the spar that has been shown now is a temporary victory, and the one who develops further through the spar will be the one who deserves to be called a winner.

Then, he quietly put his hands together and held them out in front of him.

I learned well. May you all be blessed with the same.

Heo Sanjas face contorted.

But, as the representative of Wudang, he couldnt refuse the courtesy that the other person was showing.

We

He had to bite his lip and face ahead.

We learned well. We we wish you the best.

His shoulders trembled.

Hyun Sang didnt bother to watch for too long and just turned his head.

It was true that he was happy about this victory, but he had no intention of rubbing salt into their wounds. This was because Hyun Sang was someone who knew these feelings all too well.

But then a voice rang out, making him turn his head.

But!

Heo Sanja was glaring at him with bloodshot eyes.

Please dont think that Mount Hua defeated Wudang through this. This is just one spar. And Mount Hua is still

A long way from catching up with Wudang.

We realize that, Taoist.

Hyun Sang smiled.

Because of Wudang, Mount Hua makes efforts to grow. We hope that Mount Hua can turn into someone like that, too.

We leave then.

He turned lightly and looked up to the sky.

Such a nice day.

The sunlight shining down on the stage made him feel more comfortable.

There was still a long way to go. Yet, for this moment alone, he wanted to enjoy the warm sunlight.

Wuhan, Hubei Province.

This was the moment when Mount Hua had achieved a complete victory over Wudang in a place no different than their own home.