Jo-Pyeong blinked as if in disbelief.
Won.
Jo-Gol, his son, defeated Tang Zhan.
However, Jo-Pyeong was unable to accept what he had witnessed earlier.
Tang Zhan, who was he?
The Tang family rules Sichuan. Even in the Tang family, where blood is most important, he was a direct descendant.
Its ability is not subject to verification, and its reputation extends beyond Sichuan.
However, he has now been defeated by Yo-son. Pyeong’s
‘How could this have happened?’
He didn’t send his son to Mount Hua because he was a great swordsman.
No, no!
He must have been gifted!
Didn’t he send a talented man who was supposed to be a merchant?
But was the talent sufficient to defeat the Tang Family’s direct descendant?
No.
Jo-Pyeong was certain. He can’t help himself, even after admitting that he underestimates his own son. Jo-Pyeong, a merchant, is a skilled professional who accurately assesses the worth of others.
Even though he is a beloved child, Jo-Pyeong knows that Jo-Gol is not gifted.
However, such a son defeated Tang Zhan.
Tang Zhan, for example.
“….”
He knew he had to say something, but it wasn’t easy.
Jo-Gol turns around and retrieves the sword from Tang Zhan’s shoulder.
And Jo-Pyeong approached them with a pleasant smile on his face.
“I won, Sasuk.”
“Jo-Gol, yes!”
Wobble.
Wobble.
“I, I won… ah, what… huh?” When did I start bleeding so much….. I’m dizzy…”
“Do not tell me!”
“Hiik! Sasuk! Jo-Gol’s throat continues to bleed! What if he dies like this?”
“Doctor! Doctor! Call the doctor immediately!”
While Baek Chun and Yoon Jong were perplexed and at a loss for words, Yoo Iseol stepped forward and grabbed Jo-Gol’s neck, stopping the bleeding.
“Oh, I’m fine, Sago.”
“Don’t say it; you must be tired.”
“Oh, yes.”
Jo-Gol’s face turned pale quickly. He won, but his injured neck caused him to lose too much blood. The last Willow Flying dagger appears to have made contact with the blood vessels.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,”
Chung Myung approached, his tongue clicking, and pressed Jo-Gol’s neck twice.
The blood spurting then came to a halt.
“Wow, I think he’d be dead if it went in another half-inch.”
“What are you on about?”
“That’s not a good word!”
Chung Myung pouts his lips in response to the enraged response.
“I was simply speaking the truth.”
“Yes.”
Jo-Gol, the party involved, laughed his head off as Baek Chun and Yoon Jong yelled.
“Do you enjoy it?”
“Sure.”
“Do you really enjoy it?”
“I warned you!”
“Alright, then lend me some money.”
“Yes, I will lend you… No way, punk! ”
“You haven’t been duped.”
Chung Myung made a clicking motion with his tongue.
He wants to tease Jo-Gol a little more, but seeing Jo-Gol smile as if he’s won the world with a white face makes him feel less motivated.
He wasn’t this happy when he defeated Wudang’s disciples, or even when they got their hands on the Chaos Origin Pill.
‘I suppose it was a big barrier for Jo-Gol Sahyung.’
Jo-Gol will develop beyond that barrier.
Regarding sword talent, Jo-Gol is second to none in Mount Hua, and without Chung Myung, the reputation of Mount Hua First Sword would have passed from Baek Chun to Jo-Gol.
‘I wish his talent could blossom because of this.’
The sword isn’t the only thing that needs to bloom; the people of Mount Hua must also.
Chung Myung averted his gaze.
One of the party members, Tang Zhan was seen staring at the air with half-opened eyes, unable to escape the shock of defeat.
“Do you not want to go?”
“….”
“Do you require another test?”
Tang Zhan bites his lower lip firmly.
He has a lot to say, but none of it matters in this situation.
He was defeated by Jo-Gol, not Mount Hua Divine Dragon or Righteous Sword; Jo-Gol, who has yet to be given a nickname.
It is an unforgivable defeat.
Tang Zhan clenched his fist tightly, a great deal of indescribable emotion swirling in him.
It makes him dizzy to think about how much this will damage his family’s reputation.
It was back then.
“Here you have it.”
“…?”
Tang Zhan elevates his head.
Chung Myung was seen handing him a bottle of wine.
“When you’re feeling sick, it’s best to have a drink. Swallow it completely.”
“….”
Tang Zhan’s expression was ridiculous.
‘Is he making fun of me?’
He thought it was strange, but he’s not sure……
“Did you ever believe you’d never lose?”
“….”
Tang Zhan’s eyes widened in response to a sudden remark.
Chung Myung’s words penetrated Tang Zhan’s mind, but he refused to admit it right now.
“What are you on about? I’m not that conceited. There are several brothers in the family who are more powerful than me! ”
“Yes, but you’re the one.”
“What?”
Chung Myung laughed.
“You’ve never been defeated by your brother. You’ve never been defeated by anyone your age.”
“….”
“There are many stronger people than you right now, but you expected to catch up, right?”
Tang Zhan remained silent and closed his mouth.
Chung Myung smiled as he saw the sight.
‘What’s the harm?’
At this age, all successful promising talents feel the same way; if they can grow at their own pace, becoming the best in the world someday is not a pipe dream.
Myung Chung?
Chung Myung, of course, agreed.
‘I haven’t lost anything, but…’
It is not the same for most rising stars; one day they will be defeated, and the next, they will accept their limitations.
“Do you believe that someone who hasn’t lost can be strong?”
“…?”
Tang Zhan returned Chung Myung’s gaze.
He then flinches.
Chung Myung, who looked at him with sunken eyes, had the power to make even the world’s most powerful person hold their breath.
“When a wound heals, the flesh hardens. In other words, a healthy body does not become stronger.”
Chung Myung shook his head.
“You have a choice. Will you use the wounds of this defeat to help you grow stronger? Or are you going to wiggle around in your pride’s wound? ”
Chung Myung pulled out the bottle once more.
“What is your preference?”
“….”
Tang Zhan, who was quietly staring at Chung Myung, snatched up the bottle offered by Chung Myung.
And he begins drinking from the bottle without hesitation.
“Cough.”
He returns the bottle to Chung Myung, frowning at the strong shipper’s taste.
“It’s sour.”
Chung Myung smiled and accepted the bottle offered by Tang Zhan.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
“Keuhhh!!”
Chung Myung, who drank the alcohol coolly, said with a supremely good look.
“Nothing could be more disappointing. But it’s embarrassing now.”
Chung Myung returned Jo-Gol’s gaze.
“The world will soon realize that losing to him is not a bad thing.”
“….”
Tang Zhan bit his lower lip.
“That’s exactly how it should be.”
“Of course,”
Tang Zhan called Chung Myung back when he tried to turn around.
“I’d like to ask you a question.”
“What?”
Tang Zhan frowned slightly as Chung Myung returned his wonder.
“How powerful are you?”
“Haha.”
Chung Myung laughed.
“You’re going through a tough time right now.”
“… That’s…”
“I’m not sure, either.”
“Hmm?”
Chung Myung’s face is filled with mischief once more.
“I’ll have to be careful if it’s twelve instead of eleven.”
“….”
Tang Zhan looked at Chung Myung, surprised.
“How did you… how…?”
“That, however, will be in the distant future. In any case, do your best. Even if you don’t win, you can still be the best in Tang Family.”
Chung Myung turned completely and waved slightly.
“The visitors are leaving!”
And then he walked into the hall.
Baek Chun was watching the scene and coughed as he approached Tang Zhan.
“Please excuse me. He’s such an unpredictable character.”
“…no.”
Tang Zhan sighs and shakes his head.
Surprisingly, he felt at ease.
‘I’m not sure.’
There’s no way a few brief conversations can make him feel better.
Tang Zhan extended his hand to Baek Chun.
“I apologize for being impolite.”
“Me too.”
Baek Chun accepted the handshake.
Nonetheless, Baek Chun remembered to look at Tang Zhan with fresh eyes.
‘It’s peculiar.’
Chung Myung is interested in someone other than Mount Hua’s disciple for the first time, even though he has never met anyone else……
At that moment, Baek Chun’s gaze was drawn to Tang Zhan’s hand, which removed the green glove.
He didn’t notice it from afar, but when he looked closer, he noticed a slew of minor wounds on his hand.
‘Does that mean he works hard?’
It’s a mystery; who knows what’s inside that guy?
“Is this sufficient?”
“Well… I’m not sure about that. As I previously stated, this is a family matter. I’ll just go back and report that I was defeated by Jo-Gol. The family will then make a decision.”
Baek Chun gave the nod.
“Please be cautious.”
“Sure.”
Tang Zhan turns around after retrieving the fallen Willow Flying dagger.
“Let’s get started!”
“Sir, yes!”
Tang Myeong pursued Tang Zhan while carrying the fallen Tang Hao on his back.
The disciples of Mount Hua sighed as they watched it.
“It was like a hurricane.”
“Will the Tang family stay, Sahyung?
”
“Well.”
Baek Chun rubbed his chin.
“It is said that the Sichuan Tang Family “never forgets even a minor grudge.”
Tang Zhan appears to be without resentment, but his will cannot speak for the Tang Family. Tang Family will try to settle the matter regardless of his intentions.
Baek Chun exhaled heavily.
“We’re in trouble yet again.”
“….”
“….”
Jo-Gol and Yoon Jong gave Baek Chun strange looks.
“Unavoidable accidents…”
“Let’s go in and heal the wounds.”
“No, Sasuk, I’m not…….”
“You shouldn’t talk because the injury is serious.”
“….”
“Keuhuhum!”
Baek Chun coughed heavily and walked away inside, whistling.
Yoo Iseol and the third-class disciples who remained exchanged glances.
“…Sahyung.”
“What?”
“Don’t you think Sasuk is acting strange lately?”
“……These days? Small?”
“….”
“I’m curious what will happen to Mount Hua.”
The other three people all sighed at the same time.
* * *
Glug.
Chung Myung, who had returned to the room to escape the chaos, poured a glass of alcohol.
And he placed the cup on the other side of him quietly.
Beyond the table, there is no one. On the other hand, Chung Myung lifted the bottle and pretended to bump the glass as if someone were present.
“You have a striking resemblance.”
Chung Myung grins.
Tang Zhan’s appearance brought back old memories for him.
A long time ago. A long time ago…
That was a long time ago.
– Not at all, Taoist Hyung! I told you to save my portion! Nobody does it better than me when it comes to sticking a dagger in the back of those Magyo!
– Sichuan has been devastated as a result of those damn bastards! I’ll never return them politely!
– Are you a true Taoist? No, I’ve never seen such a master before…. Put down that sword! Who speaks with a sword rather than a mouth? Ugh!
– Hyung-nim, ..Tang Technique……Tang Family… Please consider my abilities….
Such as this.
Chung Myung closes his eyes quietly after dropping the bottle a little rough.
With everything on the line, Mount Hua fought the Magyo.
But was Mount Hua the only one who endangered their lives during that long war?
‘I apologize.’
The desire to look after the Tang Family was ultimately unfulfilled. Chung Myung is also no longer alive. He could be said to have saved Tang Family by defeating Chunma [Heavenly Demon]…..
Chung Myung is aware. That alone does not constitute full fulfillment of the promise.
“Your will is maintained.”
Twelve daggers.
Twelve Flying Daggers.
There are still only eleven, but there will come a time when Tang Zhan’s hands will emit twelve Willow Flying daggers.
“Of course, Mount Hua comes first for me.”
But…
“Don’t worry; even if the Tang Family causes trouble, I’ll let them off at least once.”
‘Because I saw your expression.’
Chung Myung took the cup on the other side, drank the alcohol in it, and then refilled it.
“After a while, let’s have a drink; it won’t taste the same as before.”
Chung Myung’s lips curved into a bitter smile.
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