Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 282

“Oh my gosh…….”

Astonishment filled the podium where the Sect Leaders gathered.

“Isn’t that Divine Fist (신권(神拳))?”

“He doesn’t look that old, but already able to use Hundred Steps Godly Fist. In terms of power, it looks like it’s at least five stars. Hahaha.”

“Bangjang. How did you keep such a talented person hidden?”

Heo Dojin’s words made Bop Jeong smile.

“I didn’t mean to deceive you by hiding that child. It just happened that he was shy and reluctant to show his skills.”

Bop Jeong continued with a low dissatisfaction.

“Wouldn’t it look bad for me to make a fuss when the person himself does not want to come forward?”

“That’s right, but…”

Heo Dojin couldn’t help but look down, surprised. The Shaolin monk, who was the only one on stage, bowed to the audience.

“Aren’t he a Hye?”

“Yes, he is. He is the youngest of Hye generation.”

“Isn’t Hye a first-class disciple? A first-class disciple…….”

“Once again, he is younger than the second-class disciple.”

“……Ah.”

Bop Jeong laughed nervously, as if he was in trouble.

“The distribution was a little twisted, it was difficult not to let the child who barely passed the terms and conditions compete because of the generation. I’m afraid you are all disappointed in me….. I apologize if there’s anything uncomfortable.”

“No, any child who has passed the terms and conditions is entitled to participate. Generation is not that important.”

Heo Dojin quickly shut down any complaints that might come from other places.

‘We’ll have to wait and see.’

This is not the end of the competition.

It’s important to win the competition and make a name for yourself, but it’s also important to understand what kind of talent is emerging in other fields.

But how can they pass up the chance to see such a monster because of such a minor issue?

“That’s amazing. I can’t believe he was just that old.”

“Ugh. I can’t help but admire it.”

The Sect Leaders let out a collective groan of admiration.

But this was never a hollow statement. The martial art displayed by that young Shaolin deserved to be admired.

Godly Fist in a Hundred Steps

Martial arts represent Shaolin.

If Arhat Fist (나한권(羅漢拳)) is the basis of Shaolin, Hundred Step Godly Fist is Shaolin’s essence. It was one of the 72 advanced martial arts that Shaolin was proud of under the world, and it was famous for being difficult to learn.

Shaolin’s martial arts are literally late bloomers (대기만성(大器晩成)). (great talents mature late)

Isn’t it well known that understanding and mastering complex and mysterious martial arts takes decades of hard work?

But even at that young age, he was already practicing the Seventy-two martial art, which is the essence of Shaolin martial arts.

‘It’s also at that level.’

Heo Dojin’s pupils constricted.

He reasoned that there had to be a reason for Shaolin to do this, but he didn’t expect them to hide such an obvious card.

It became clear that this Murim Competition was designed to bring that monster to life.

“Hoho. It’s amazing.”

“No, it’s not that much.”

Bop Jeong bowed lightly.

“He said he didn’t want to use the Seventy-Two Martial Art in the preliminary round, but in that match, it is clear that the child of Mount Hua was an opponent strong enough for him to do so.”

“Even so, it’s not comparable to the Hundred Step Godly Fist.”

Bop Jeong smiled but did not respond.

‘With this, the focus on Mount Hua Secr has been diverted. but… … .’

Then he looked around.

The Sect Leaders’ expressions were divided into two categories.

A frustrated expression and a deep thought expression.

Those who are frustrated are those who lack confidence in their ability to handle Hye Yeon’s abilities, while those who think hard are those who compare Hye Yeon to their best disciples.

And…….

‘Hooh.’

Only one person wore a different expression.

‘Was that Mount Hua?’

Only Hyun Jong appears to be the most relaxed of the Sect Leaders, with a less surprised expression.

‘Is it because he let go of his winning obsession or… ? ‘

‘We shall see.’

Bop Jeong soon turned his head and smiled lightly before continuing his conversation with the other Sect Leaders.

“Wha-What was that just now?”

“Did it flash?”

“… it’s not a sight that deserves to be expressed that way.”

Could they only see what they already know?

Unlike other Mount Hua disciples who were only concerned with the outcome, the Baek Chun party recognized how significant that was.

‘To avoid injuring Baek Sang, the destructive force was forcibly reduced.’

Perhaps Baek Sang was unharmed because it was a blow that killed the Fist Art’s explosive power and only used pushing force.

They had no choice but to look at the Shaolin monk on stage with a serious face, knowing that it is ten times more difficult to subdue their opponents without harming them than it is to avoid harm.

“The winner is Hye Yeon of Shaolin!”

Shaolin, who had been in silence, was greeted with a thunderous cheer.

“As expected of Shaolin!”

“He even blew the disciple of Mount Hua away at one strike!”

“That’s right! That’s right! It was strange that Mount Hua was active like that. The real power of prestigious sects comes out from now on!”

“That was a great blow! What the hell was that?”

The audience did not hesitate to shout with excitement.

More applause greeted Hye Yeon than when Mount Hua’s disciples performed. He then walked down the stage, blushing slightly.

“Mount Hua’s victory is broken!”

“So how long did you think it would last? How can Mount Hua continue to produce such results?”

“Isn’t it great that we haven’t lost in the preliminaries so far?”

“It’s all about luck! Luck!”

“How could they possibly be lucky? Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Tsk tsk. You don’t know what I’m saying. If you have no power, how can you be called prestigious sects? Unlike Mount Hua, who has brought all the talent, other sects distinguish between those who will gain experience and those who will produce results. Look! Doesn’t they break right after they bump into the real thing?”

“…hm, that’s true.”

“Now, when the finals begin, you will be able to see the real talent of the prestigious sects.”

“Ei! Still, Mount Hua has shown us something so far. I believe in Mount Hua!”

The audience began to argue.

The sound, however, was not heard by Mount Hua’s disciples.

Baek Chun’s gaze was fixed on the stage where Hye Yeon had collapsed.

“What do you think?”

“That’s… hahaha…….”

Even the world’s famous Chung Myung was taken aback.

“What did I say about genius earlier?”

“Are you trying to say that he’s a real genius?”

“No, that’s not what a genius would do.”

“Huh?”

Baek Chun returned Chung Myung’s questioning gaze. But when he noticed Chung Myung’s serious expression, he kept his mouth shut.

Chung Myung contemplated the empty stage.

‘Crazy.’

Such things appear in the world every now and then.

Things that destroy everything in the past and create new ones. That is, what the world calls Heaven’s Sent (조사(祖師)).

For example, yangban such as Bodhidharma (보리달마(菩提達磨)), who changed the flow of former Jungwon martial arts by creating Shaolin Martial Art, or Jang Sambong (장삼봉(張三丰)), who created a new stream of Taoism by creating Wudang.

When it comes to describing them, the term genius refers to a few common talents that have appeared throughout history.

“No. Why would a man like that fall on Shaolin?”

‘Damn the world!’

‘They already have everything, and now they have talented people!?!’

It seemed absurd to Chung Myung, who starts from the bottom with nothing, that Shaolin was raising such a monster.

“He’s crazy. He’s crazy…..”

If he grows up as well as he is, he may become a martial artist who will go down in Kangho history as the strongest in the world.

This is why…

“Poor thing.”

“Huh? Why?”

Chung Myung stretched out his belly when asked by Baek Chun.

“He was born at the same time as me, unfortunately. Otherwise, it would be as good as keeping the strongest in the world for him.”

“…….”

“You’re the same age as me. Tsk tsk tsk tsk. That’s how you’ll never get out of this. I’m sorry for you.”

“…….”

“What can I do? Life is supposed to be unfair. You have to work hard and think you are unlucky. There is no other way.”

“… shut your mouth.”

Baek Chun exhaled heavily.

“By the way, Sasuk.”

“Yes?”

“Don’t you need to pick him up?”

“… picking up what?”

“I mean Sasuk, Sasuk.”

“Why me?”

Chung Myung grins.

“Not Dongryong, but Baek Sang Sasuk. He must have passed out and stretched out there by now…”

“Argh! Back Sang!”

Baek Chun panicked and dashed towards where Baek Sang had flown away. Chung Myung shook his head and sighed.

There is nothing normal anywhere. Anywhere.”

Of course, Chung Myung had no say in the matter.

* * *

“With 15 participating…….”

“…….”

“The fourteen were among the one hundred and twenty-two of the finalists.”

Hyun Jong beamingly smiled.

“This is the most significant achievement in Mount Hua’s history.” At least today, I’m not ashamed of my ancestors in Heaven.”

“If only one more person won, everyone would’ve made it.”

“…….”

Baek Sang bowed his head and distorted his face, and Baek Chun yelled at Chung Myung.

“Hey, you punk! What are you talking about in front of the person himself? ”

“That’s too bad. Too bad.”

“You said he couldn’t win!”

“Did you open your eyes to the defeat that was hidden in your heart? Why do you make up things that I didn’t even say, Sasuk? ”

“However, you said he was strong!”

“That’s right.”

Chung Myung agreed with a shake of his head.

“Baek Sang Sasuk can’t win even if he fights a hundred times. Don’t be concerned, Sasuk. It’s just that you don’t have the necessary skills. It’s not that you’re careless; the outcome would have been the same regardless of how well you performed… What’s the problem… Sasuk? ”

Chung Myung tilted his head when he saw Baek Sang passing by with his eyes overturned.

“Is he hurt?”

“You’re the one who gives him injury, you punk! You! ”

“What did I do?”

“Please stop talking! Please! ”

The two people argue, and Mount Hua’s disciples stare dismay at the scene.

Wei Lishan smiled brightly as he watched everything from behind.

‘What a shambles.’

It’s a complete disaster.

The bigger issue is that Hyun Jong, who sits in the middle, looks at the mess with a warm smile, as are the other Elders!

‘Not at all, Sect Leader!’

‘You’ve become a zookeeper! How can you look at this with such eyes?’

Wei Lishan was about to speak up.

“Let’s get some rest.” “Make an effort to be quiet.”

Hyun Jong comforts his disciples, as if he understands how Wei Lishan feels.

Chung Myung and Baek Chun are the only disciples who need to calm down.

“The finals are supposed to be held in two days. I wish I could make better use of my time, but…”

Hyun Jong’s worried gaze shifts to Chung Myung.

Then Chung Myung innocently blinked and said,

“What’s the matter?”

“Hnng.”

Hyun Jong exhaled heavily.

‘I can’t blame him because he’s holding everything together by himself.’

If he had half the personality of Baek Chun or Yoon Jong, he would wish for nothing more, but Heaven is just and doesn’t seem to give everything to one person.

‘Oh, my goodness.’

He had no idea a person could be both angry and proud simultaneously.

Hyun Jong, who had a complex and subtle expression on his face as he looked at Chung Myung, said as if he was sick.

“Please.”

“What?”

“The next two days. It’s only for two days! We won’t have a car accident during those two days, right? ”

“I’m disappointed, Sect Leader. It’s like I’ve been in some kind of trouble all this whole time…..”

Hyun Jong reached for his sword’s handle.

“…then why are you bringing your sword?”

Chung Myung smiled widely.

“I haven’t brought it in a long time. “I just leave it there.”

“Yes.”

Hyun Jong eventually moved his gaze away from Chung Myung and toward other disciples.

“Listen.”

“Indeed, Sect Leader!”

“So far, you’ve been very good.”

Suddenly, a kind smile appeared on his face.

“It would be great if we could get good results in the finals, but from now on, it will not be as easy as it has been. It will never be easy seeing the power of a prestigious sect.”

Chung Myung poked his head out and looked Hyun Jong in the eyes.

“But aren’t we great, too?”

“Haha. Right, that’s true.”

With a smile, Hyun Jong says.

“Right, so there’s nothing to be discouraged about. Straighten your shoulders and show off all your skills without regret. The result doesn’t matter. It’s not the result that matters, but what you get, isn’t it? ”

“Yes! Sect Leader! ”

Hyun Jong smiled, as if he was overjoyed with his lovely students.

‘It is my mission, and Mount Hua’s mission, to protect these children.’

Through this Murim Competition, Chung Myung’s seeds will grow into a massive tree that will one day spread its branches worldwide.

As a Sect Leader, he is responsible for their protection…….

“Everyone pays attention to the Sect Leader and remembers what he says!”

Chung Myung said them.

Hyun Jong was taken aback when he said something so admirable.

‘He’s gotten a little more mature now…..’

“You must win to get it!” Did you see what the loser got? Is that Baek Sang Sasuk over there? That’s what happens when you’re defeated! Remember that.”

“Kkeu-Kkeureuk. Keureureureuk…..”

“Sang Baek!” Baek Sang, wake up!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.”

When he saw Baek Sang finally foaming at the mouth, Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

Then he looked around at everyone.

“Unconditionally win!

“Yes!”

“Win!”

“I’m going to break their head!”

As he watched Mount Hua’s disciples cheer, Hyun Jong smiled graciously.

‘Listen to me properly, you jerks.’

Mount Hua is already gaining strength in preparation for the tournament.