Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 640

Episode 640 Let’s continue. Because it’s just the beginning. (5)

“… … .”

I felt like the blood in my whole body was cooling down.

Baekcheon watched the scene unfolding before his eyes, forgetting to exhale.

‘this… … .’

A place where Cheongmyeong rises.

The view seen by the shaman elder.

“Whoa… … .”

Only then did I quietly exhale the breath I had taken in.

I was sick of watching Cheongmyeong fight. However, it was the first time for Baekcheon to watch him fight sincerely against a suitable opponent who could fully demonstrate his skills, one by one, from his side.

‘That’s the real swordsman.’

There is no romantic rivalry that I vaguely pictured.

What was visible was a truly grueling struggle that could not even be described as bloody.

“Sasuk… … .”

“… … okay.”

Jo Geol also seemed to be shocked and his voice quieted down.

Strong?

That kind of thing is probably good.

Is there anyone here who does not know that clarity is strong? There is no one who would find it strange that he fights alongside a shaman elder, at least not among the five swords.

However, it was the extremeness of Cheongmyeong that made them so nervous that they could not even breathe.

Attack your opponent with your strengths.

At this moment, Baekcheon clearly witnessed how to use these basics, which anyone who is familiar with martial arts would know, in real life.

He does not miss even the slightest skill, carries out an attack that is almost like a gamble, and the moment he gains the slightest chance of victory, he pushes the opponent without resting even for a moment in order to capitalize on that victory.

This was the martial arts he knew, but it was unfamiliar to him. No, maybe it’s not the martial arts he knows.

‘Can I fight like that?’

Baekcheon realized something again.

What does it mean to say that martial arts expertise is not everything?

What would be the result if the current Baekcheon fought against the equally martial Cheongmyeong?

You probably won’t be able to last even twenty seconds and will end up like a piece of well-minced meat. Even if he fights not with Cheongmyeong, who is as strong as he is now, but with Cheongmyeong who is on his level.

Even if I have the strength to withstand the sword, I don’t have the talent to withstand the miasma that threatens my improvisation and fierce competition. At this point, not Cheongmyeong showing that vicious sword, but the empty space fighting against it seemed amazing.

The blood circulated twice as fast and the saliva in my mouth dried up.

Except for Cheongmyeong, all of the five swords were looking at the off-stage with lost faces. In particular, Yu Iseol, who usually maintains a cold expression, had her face slightly relaxed in shock.

‘The other guys… … .’

Baekcheon glanced back.

If Ogeum, who had been watching Cheongmyeong’s activities for so long, was shocked like this, how great would the shock the other disciples felt?

Sure enough, the other Hwasan disciples were all staring at the off-stage with a look on their faces, unable to keep their mouths shut.

“I… … .”

Sometimes, there were people who pursed their mouths as if they wanted to say something, but in the end, they went blank again, as if no words came out.

‘I guess so.’

Of course, they probably don’t understand the martial arts feast going on on that non-stage. Even Baekcheon only gets a glimpse of something at some point.

But there are things you can know even if you don’t understand.

“oh my god… … .”

“Cheongmyeong… … .”

Seeing them unable to continue speaking, Baekcheon thought for a moment.

‘Should I tell you?’

What does that number of days and days mean?

But he quickly shook his head.

Sometimes it is better to see and feel something than to understand it through detailed explanations.

And above all… … .

‘I don’t want to pay attention to anything else.’

This may be a bit selfish.

That Cheongmyeong guy must be trying to show Hwasan’s disciples more at this very moment. Therefore, from the perspective of Baekcheondo as Baekjabae’s ambassador brother, it is natural that he should give priority to his priests.

But Baekcheon put all that aside for this moment.

As a swordsman holding a sword, I could not miss this sight.

‘Show me more.’

how high you are

How high is the place I have to go.

Baekcheon clenched his fists so tightly that his blood drained and turned white.

Mujin suddenly felt pain in his hand and looked down without realizing it.

Grumbling.

Blood was flowing from his fists, which were clenched so tightly that they turned white.

My fingernails dug into my palms and tore the flesh. If the wound was bleeding enough, it would have been injured a long time ago, but I didn’t notice it until now.

Mujin, who was looking at his hands, raised his head and looked at the offstage again.

‘Avengement?’

I didn’t even laugh.

‘Avenge yourself?’

To the author? To that Cheongmyeong?

‘What on earth was I looking at?’

It was naturally expected that Cheongmyeong would become stronger. Considering his young age and brilliant talent, it would be natural for him to become stronger than before.

But I thought it would be no problem for me to follow suit. He believed that, considering the characteristics of shaman martial arts and the efforts he had made, he would have succeeded in getting close to Cheongmyeong, even if he could not immediately surpass it.

Looking at Bimu in front of Hana, Mujin was forced to realize how vain and delusional he had been.

‘Equal to the elder… … .’

No, no.

If we look at it objectively, they are not equal, but Cheongmyeong has the upper hand. That too clearly. If he wasn’t a shaman’s disciple, he wouldn’t have to worry about it.

But is this really possible?

Of course, there are monsters in the world, and there are also geniuses who go beyond common sense. But even so, it is difficult to imagine that a young disciple of Hwasan would have an advantage over an elder of a shaman who is not from another sect.

Mujin turned his head without realizing it.

I was curious about Heo Sanja’s expression. If you look at his expression, you can tell whether the sky is properly supporting Cheongmyeong or whether it is really being pushed back.

But Mujin soon regretted his decision.

“… … .”

I had never seen it before.

Heo Sanja with that face… … .

Heo Sanja is not a person who hides his emotions perfectly. There were countless times when I could see embarrassment or irritation on his face, and sometimes I could see excessive anger as well.

But I’ve never seen an expression like that before.

That… … .

‘Is it fear?’

However, it is nonsense to say that a shaman elder feels fear when he sees a shaman. No matter how strong that clear name is, it is not something that a shaman cannot handle.

but… … What if what Heo Sanja is seeing is not the current Qingming, but the Qingming of the distant future? So wouldn’t it be possible to really be scared?

“… … “Space.”

A moan-like voice leaked from Heo Sanja’s mouth.

Along with that, Mujin’s eyes also turned to the off-stage again. Wearing a shaman’s robe, crossing the empty space with a sword hanging down, to Cheongmyeong.

Throbbing! Throbbing! Throbbing!

My feet were hot as if they were on fire.

The pain felt like my feet were being stabbed with a hot iron skewer, and for a moment I felt dizzy. However, the void did not even dare to check and take care of my wounds.

Because now the beast that bit his foot is approaching.

A gait without a single sound, as if walking towards the prey while holding its breath. In the middle of nowhere, he painfully realized that he had become prey.

‘Is this me?’

Prey?

This empty space, the shaman’s elder?

The tip of the sword trembled. It felt like my blood was rushing backwards.

However, the pain he felt in both feet forced him to restrain himself from pouring out his seething anger.

Can it be described as creepy?

It wasn’t a very long battle. But that short battle took too much from the air.

The wounds on both feet are nothing special. Even if your feet are crushed, you can still step on them. It doesn’t matter whether it’s collided or distorted. Because Taiji Qigong, one of the most stable internal mind techniques in the world, is now rapidly healing his internal injuries.

But there was nothing I could do about these trembling fingertips. It didn’t even show any signs of calming down.

‘It doesn’t seem like I’m fighting a person.’

It felt like he had somehow managed to stop a wild beast from sinking its fangs into his neck. It felt like sharp fangs touched and fell.

If he had snapped, the fangs known as the sword would have pierced his neck and ripped out his carotid artery. Thinking of this, he could not calm down at all.

As the cold sweat that had been forming on the forehead in the air began to drip down to the tip of the chin, Cheongmyeong’s mouth opened.

“It’s because I’m so nervous. “Can you even hold a sword properly?”

“… … .”

Instead of answering, Hungong chewed his lips.

They fought against each other. However, unlike the void, whose body was rigid due to the fear and tension that his head might escape, that young guy was extremely calm and weak.

In some ways, this was more humiliating than being pushed off the sword. Heogong has been training his whole life, dreaming of becoming the best swordsman. But aren’t you losing your mindset to that young guy?

Ugh.

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

Cheongmyeong curled the corner of his mouth at that venomous attitude. I could tell what the sky was thinking right now without even asking.

‘If something like mindset can change something, no one will go through such hardships.’

The void is clearly strong.

My guess is that he would not be very senior among the shaman elders. Considering this, his talent is clearly outstanding, and his attitude toward the sword is also not bad.

Of course, he cannot be compared to the shaman elders of the past, but he is a powerhouse worthy of recognition.

The solid foundation, magnificent strength, and most of all, the solid sword he has acquired thanks to a long period of effort without rest, can easily surpass the Snow Heaven of Ice Palace.

one.

Still, the air is weak.

Cheongmyeong revealed this.

That is a sword that I completed alone.

Heo Gong has probably never risked his life fighting with someone even once in his life. He may have experienced many hardships and won many battles, but he has never faced a life-or-death situation where his life was at stake.

Talent, effort, time. Even with all the elements, the sky was clearly showing what would happen to someone who only wielded a sword in the greenhouse.

“I’m sick of it.”

Whilick.

Cheongmyeong muttered quietly, lightly turning his sword and holding it back, slightly lowering his posture.

Soon, his blood-soaked teeth became eerily exposed.

“It looks like I’m the one who needs to be taught a lesson.”

Cheongmyeong’s feet quickly kicked the floor.

Quaaaaa!

A sound so loud that it was hard to believe it was a sound made by a human body breaking through the wind. Cheongmyeong’s body flew into the air like a lightning bolt.

The empty space flinched and gritted its teeth.

‘Be calm… … .’

Cheongmyeong laughed like a devil and stabbed his sword into the air.

It was a sting that was no different. It was an attack that was not difficult to block as long as you remained calm. Naturally, the sky raised its sword to counter the stab.

One that moment.

Kaaaaang!

“Bwak!”

Before the sword in the air could stop where he wanted, the tip of Cheongmyeong’s sword pierced the blade of the sword in the air and pushed it away.

A look of embarrassment that could not be hidden appeared on the empty face.

‘On this street?’

It was still a distance the sword could not reach. If my hand hadn’t instinctively moved beforehand, my throat would have been pierced.

It seemed as if the sword had suddenly become twice as long.

But there was no time to think about it now.

Paaaat! Paaaaaa!

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

“Aaaah!”

Heungong, who let out a fitful shout, struck Cheongmyeong’s sword like a thunderbolt.

one!

Chaaeaeaeaeang!

Wood clatter!

Cheongmyeong, who rose up in an instant, threw all his weight and struck the air. Although I was able to block it in time, the blow was so powerful that I heard the sound of a bone breaking in my wrist.

Ga-ga-ga-gak!

“I know that?”

“… … .”

As Cheongmyeong’s mouth opened, the sky’s eyes widened.

‘I don’t have time to talk… … .’

“Blocking it isn’t the end, kid.”

At that moment, Cheongmyeong’s hand holding the sword goes down. Naturally, the direction of the tip of the sword was aimed upward, not forward.

Boom!

And in one go, he pushed the sword out of the air.

‘Huh?’

A strike that perfectly utilized his power to push the sword up.

‘This is a shaman’s… … .’

Quad deuk!

Cheongmyeong’s elbow got stuck in the face of the void.

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