Episode 613 I don’t know anything about distribution! (3)
Heo Sanja could not take his eyes off the embarrassed Jinhyeon. He couldn’t believe it.
‘lost? I lost… … ?’
Jinhyeon was recognized as the best among the shaman’s disciples and even earned the nickname Geomryong. To think that he was defeated by the third great disciple and not even the second great disciple of Hwasan.
‘How on earth?’
Yes, I could understand losing.
However, what really puzzled Heo San-ja was not the fact that he was defeated, but the fact that Jin-hyeon, who was defeated, did not suffer any injuries.
That cannot be expressed as ‘lost’.
It is more correct to say that he was ‘subdued’.
Isn’t it common knowledge among powerful players that subduing them without getting hurt is several times more difficult than simply winning? But I never dreamed that Jinhyeon, whom I trusted, would be defeated so easily by that Hwasan disciple.
“eww… … .”
Heosanja’s deep self-cultivation began to shake.
‘How can this happen?’
Of course, when a shaman’s disciple is at an age where his training is not deep, he does not particularly stand out compared to other sects of similar distribution. This is a characteristic of the shaman’s martial arts and Taoist martial arts.
But isn’t that the same distribution and the same age?
That person named Jo-geol of Hwasan is clearly younger than Jin-hyeon and his distribution is also lower. Losing to someone like that was a disaster for which no excuse could be made.
‘What on earth is this…? … .’
It was then.
“Well, there’s no need to look so upset.”
Heo Sanja turned his head in the direction where he heard the sound. She said with a grin as Jo Girl stood on the rain stage.
“This is not considered a victory.”
Heo Sanja’s face turned red. As my anger rose, my teeth naturally ground apart. His fists were clenched so tightly that his bones were about to break.
‘Such figures.’
It would have been better to lose proudly.
Depending on how you interpret it, doesn’t a match that isn’t considered a victory mean that it’s a match that’s embarrassing to even be considered a victory?
Of course, it wasn’t a match that started out that way, but since things have turned out this way, everyone watching will have no choice but to think that way.
The second great disciple of Shaman is not even qualified to compete with the three greatest disciples of Hwasan. With just this one match, the fight he had drawn was completely shattered.
Heo Sanja scanned the audience with trembling eyes.
There was no cheering or applause.
Everyone was just staring blankly with their mouths wide open. Doesn’t this mean that the result of this match will be a shock to them as well?
‘How on earth are we supposed to resolve this matter?’
It was a situation where even Heo Sanja could not come up with a clear answer. Even during this, Jo Geol’s mouth did not rest.
“I hope we can start again quickly, before my body cools down.”
The faces of the shaman’s disciples were cruelly distorted.
“… … “Is that bastard doing that on purpose?”
“It’s unconditional. “I guarantee it.”
“… … “How did the kid end up like that?”
“Isn’t it called hard work and hard work?”
Yoonjong said, ‘And honestly, Sasuk is not much different from that these days.’ I was about to add, but held back. It was clear that if I said this, I would only get scolded.
Jogeol’s role today was to take the lead, provoke the opponent, and upset him. The problem was that it was performing its role too well.
You sent a general to guard the border, but before you knew it, you were occupying the enemy’s capital.
It wasn’t just the shaman who was surprised by this bizarre situation.
“and… … Jo Geol’s death sentence kills Geomryong… … .”
“That easy?”
Hwasan’s disciples also blinked in surprise at this result.
Of course, they knew Jo Geol well, so they were confident that he would not be easily defeated by the Geomryong. The people who know best how quickly Hwasan Ohgeom has grown are Hwasan’s disciples.
But even so, I had no idea that the sword dragon would be completely destroyed like that. Who would have imagined?
“… … “Aren’t shamans as special as you think?”
“No, man! Jo Geol-gi is strong! “Can the sword dragon be weak?”
“Yeah, right?”
Baekcheon slowly raised the corner of his mouth as he watched everyone muttering in disbelief.
‘There’s no way we can be your opponent.’
When they first met at Hwayeongmun, the difference between Jinhyeon and Jo Geol was not that big. Of course, if they had fought at that time, the odds of Jo Geol losing would have been over 90 percent, but it was still enough to give it a shot.
What’s important is what comes next.
training?
Yes, of course you trained. Jinhyeon must have also practiced cutting bones in his own way.
‘The problem is that it’s really up to me.’
Before that damn Cheongmyeong came, he could never have imagined that training could put a person into hell like that.
Baekcheon was confident that no matter how hard the shaman trained, the intensity would not be even half that of Hwasan.
‘What is a class, damn it. ‘Maybe not even half of it.’
And the difference between the two is not just in training.
While Jinhyeon was honing himself in the shaman, Jo Geol went through life-threatening battles several times. And the people he faced each time were always stronger than him.
Would Jinhyeon have risked his life competing with the armed forces of the Maninbang? Or did he go to war with the archers of the North Sea Ice Palace? Otherwise, would you have fought against those demonic cultists? Would you have experienced with your own body the tension exerted by the Bishop of the Demonic Cult?
Although both are under the name of Myeongmun, the fruits produced under that name are completely different. If Jinhyeon is just a flower blooming beautifully in a flower bed, Jogeol is a weed that has grown strong in the face of the harsh wind.
Even if you start with the same talent and the same level of education, your growth cannot be the same because the process is different.
“Train martial arts properly from the root, undergo bone-breaking trials, and harden oneself in actual combat.”
This was the process Jo Geol went through.
That process made Jogeol infinitely stronger. And now, except for Ogeum, Hwasan’s disciples are continuing that process.
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‘Eventually the entire volcano will become more solid.’
Starting from this dance, even more so.
“Where have the people who were working together gone?”
“… … .”
Baekcheon lowered his head as he looked at Jo Geol making jokes in front of him.
It’s good to become stronger… … .
It would have been better if he didn’t resemble Cheongmyeong in that aspect.
huh? Jogeol.
huh?
Jogeol gestured triumphantly towards the shaman.
“So who is coming?”
Just as Heo Sanja gritted his teeth and was about to open his mouth, Mujin behind him lightly stamped his foot.
thud.
Although the sound of footsteps was not very loud, it was enough to awaken the consciousness of the excited disciples of the shaman sect.
“Elder.”
“Hmm.”
He Sanja nodded heavily.
Compared to Mujin, he had a more rash personality, so it wasn’t as easy for him to lose his composure. Mu-jin only had to take care of his own affairs, but Heo San-ja had to think about the aftermath of this affair, so he had no choice but to do so.
The more people flock together, the narrower their horizons become, and the more urgent their minds become. Mujin fully understood this.
“I’m going out.”
“… … “Mujin?”
Mujin looked up at Jo Geol with a cold, stiff face.
“The atmosphere was over. “If we don’t get it right next time, those watching will think that the volcano has almost caught up with the shaman.”
In my head, I expressed it as ‘the volcano has surpassed the shaman’, but I couldn’t bear to say that in front of Heo Sanja.
“Hmm.”
Heo Sanja nodded slightly with a somber expression.
That was correct. Something was clearly needed to change the mood here.
When it comes to winning, the result is important, but the process is also important.
A divine victory achieved after a fierce fight with the enemy and a landslide victory with nothing lost cannot be said to be the same result.
one… … .
“Are you going to be okay?”
Mujin is like the seat of a shaman’s first disciples. Would it really be fitting for such a person to deal with the Three Great Disciples of Hwasan?
A monk could request such a thing if necessary, but for Mujin, who accepted it, it was enough to feel shame.
But Mujin spoke calmly, as if he had already made up his mind.
“How could I refuse to do what I have to do for the sake of the monks?”
“Mujin… … .”
“I will go.”
He moved forward without waiting for an answer.
If they weren’t going to be able to deal with the Volcano God Dragon anyway, it was right to leave when the recluse needed it most.
“Please wait, death penalty.”
At that moment, one of those in the back opened his mouth.
“No lake?”
It was Muho, a priest. He strode forward, shook his head, and stopped Mujin.
“It is not for you to leave.”
“… … .”
“I understand we need a win now. But if Shaman Samgeom goes out and wins, will they see us again? “Wouldn’t you be ridiculed for having to send out the Shaman Three Swords to deal with Hwasan’s three great disciples?”
“… … .”
That wasn’t wrong either.
“Please let me out. “I will break that guy’s nose and come back.”
“hmm.”
When Mu-jin looked at Heo San-ja as if seeking his opinion, he also nodded in agreement with Mu-ho’s words.
“Can you do it?”
“of course.”
“okay. Go. “Please clearly explain to that wayward child what it means to be a shaman’s first disciple.”
“I will follow your orders.”
Muho bowed while holding the sword in one hand. Then, without hesitation, he turned his body towards the rain stage.
“Jinhyeon.”
“… … .”
“Jinhyeon!”
“yes! Yes, Sasuk!”
Jinhyeon, who had not yet recovered from the shock of defeat and was dazed, looked at Muho in shock.
“There is nothing to be upset about.”
“… … .”
“Right now you are just crouching down to head higher. So your defeat now is not a true defeat. “I will prove it.”
After catching a final glimpse of Jinhyeon, Muho walked confidently towards the off-stage. Jo Geol, who was on the off-stage, showed a very disappointed expression.
“Is it that way?”
Muho smiled softly even after hearing Jo Geol’s arrogant words.
“Are you disappointed, Do?”
“It’s not a disappointment. “It is the greatest honor to be able to mix swords with a shaman’s first disciple as my subject.”
“Hoo?”
Muho tilted his head slightly at the unexpected words.
Unlike his fussy attitude a moment ago, the words that came out of his mouth were extremely common sense.
“Then why did you insist on executing Mujin earlier?”
“It’s better to aim high.”
Jo Geol grinned mischievously.
“Even if it means sticking together and breaking up, you can learn something only by sticking with the strongest person.”
“Winning isn’t important?”
“It goes without saying that it is better to win. But that’s not everything.”
For a moment, Lee Chae looked young in Muho’s eyes.
‘I thought it was a thunderbolt.’
Isn’t the thought surprisingly deep?
Aside from his freewheeling and rude attitude, the young Taoist clearly knows what he should aim for.
‘Is this the temperament of a volcano?’
Well, so I guess I’ll come all the way here and stand in front of the shaman.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t be a good target for you.”
“you’re welcome.”
Jo Geol slightly lifted the sword in his hand. Before he knew it, his eyes were shining with infinite seriousness.
“No matter who it is, my best enemy is the person standing in front of me right now. “I will do my best.”
The corners of Muho’s lips rose and drew an arc.
“Let me also cleanse my mind of ignoring you. “Let’s have a good fight.”
Slurp.
Muho’s drawn sword drew a gentle curve and headed towards Zhao Geol. It was a simple movement that wasn’t particularly threatening, but it felt more weighty because of it.
Jo Geol’s sword also quietly aimed at Muho. It had a light and sharp energy.
The two, who had been facing each other for a moment, rushed towards each other without regard for who would go first.
“Taaaaaat!”
“Haaaaaaaap!”
It was the moment when the shaman’s sword and the volcano’s sword collided head-on.
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