Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 307

“Heaaad!”

Jo Gol’s sword slashed with delight.

Kwaang!

“Keuk.”

The waist of the opponent is twisted.

Jo Gol took advantage of the opportunity and smashed the opponent’s ankle with a neat round kick.

“Argh!”

The body of the opponent floats in the air. Of course, it wasn’t Jo Gol who would slip through the crack.

“Euuryaaat!”

Jo Gol’s sword strikes the opponent with precision.

“Aaaaaa!”

Only the opponent’s faint screams, which flew far beyond the stage, could be heard throughout Shaolin.

“The winner is Mount Hua’s Jo Gol!”

“Huuf! Huuf! Huuf!”

Jo Gol took a deep breath.

The last one was thrilling, but it was far from an easy match. He would have lost if he had let his guard down for even a second.

‘It’s becoming more difficult as time passes.’

The Ten Great Sect is simply the Ten Great Sect. The Great Five Family is simply the Great Five Family.

The higher the opponent’s level, the fewer people remain. Even Murong Do (慕容島) from the Murong Family that he had just dealt with, he couldn’t guarantee that he would win if they were to fight again.

But.

‘Anyway, it’s fine that I won!’

Didn’t Chung Myung say something like that?

Even if you have nothing to gain from winning, you must first win. That was something Jo Gol agreed on a hundred times.

The crowd applauded when the bent back was straightened.

“Mount Hua won all of them!”

“Oh my gosh, they won it all!” It’s so strong!”

“Is this going to leave four of Mount Hua’s disciples in the big Sixteen? Hahaha! I never thought I’d see this with my own eyes!”

The audience’s surprise was palpable.

They can now say it clearly.

This is not a coincidence.

“Those who claimed to be the world’s most prestigious sect couldn’t raise their heads. It’s wonderful to hear that Mount Hua produces four such outstanding experts.”

“What four? Isn’t Five?”

“Huh? Why five?”

“Ah, this person! Isn’t there Righteous Sword? Although he withdrew due to injury, he beat Jin Geum Ryong of Southern Edge Sect, who was called the best rising star in the world. How can he be excluded?”

“Um! That’s right.”

“In addition, I heard that the rank of Righteous Sword Baek Chun is the highest among them. Is it possible that the sect’s great disciple is weaker than the Sajil?”

“Even just one Mount Hua Divine Dragon would be enough to give strength to the shoulder, but there are four experts who are no less than Mount Hua Divine Dragon. The Mount Hua Sect has a bright future!”

“Now all they have to do is win, only win!”

Everyone’s expectations were high.

They really want Mount Hua to win at this point. Because it will be far more entertaining than the obvious victories of the current strong candidate.

And they begin to suspect that this expectation will not simply end in anticipation.

“Oh, it was really hard.”

Yoon Jong frowned slightly as he saw the grumbling Jo Gol return to his seat.

“Why are you being so fussy with just one match?”

“…Sahyung.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know anyone else, but I don’t want to hear such a thing from Sahyung. Sahyung wins comfortably by default.”

Yoon Jong smiled.

“But I can’t fight when they want me to win by default, can I?”

“Ugh.”

Jo Gol groaned deeply.

Chung Myung was supposed to be the winner by default. However, as they re-selected the match list to avoid corruption, Yoon Jong unexpectedly advanced to a default victory.

Chung Myung would undoubtedly go to the Management Hall and yell.

‘How dare these cretins try to play dirty tricks on me!’

Because he had to compete in an extra match. But, fortunately, Yoon Jong of Mount Hua won by default, so he let it go and moved on.

“I don’t know why they’re doing this.”

“Isn’t there a big meaning behind everything?”

Yoon Jong smiled.

“Shaolin is like the elder Kangho. And preventing injustice is a good thing. Can you be certain that the outcome will not change because of a relationship or money if the competition continues as a confirmed match?”

“….. aren’t you just saying this because you benefitted from the outcome, Sahyung?”

“Keuhum. No way.”

Yoon Jong coughed a lot.

“I also want to prove my sword and show it to them. But it’s a shame I won’t get a chance.”

“Sahyung.”

“Yes?”

“Please put saliva on your mouth.” (It is a sarcastic way to say “you’re lying to me too obviously”. Literally saying “please pretend you’re telling the truth at least”.)

“I’ve already put it on.”

“…….”

Yoon Jong’s lips curved into a gracious smile.

How easy is it to win a big competition without fighting?

It is said that if you live a good life, Heaven will shower you with blessings.

‘Heaven has blessed me.’

That is understandable.

In fact, how can he describe the agony he has endured thus far?

He had to be the Daesahyung of the third-class disciples, and that cretin Chung Myung had to enter Mount Hua and become the third-class disciples’ youngest.

Even King Yama will cry, ‘You have already gone through hell in this life, so there is no need to go to hell,’ considering the pain he has endured thus far.

So, wouldn’t having this kind of luck be okay?

“I don’t like it all that much. Isn’t it true that if the match table changes, you never know who you’ll meet next?”

“I’m confident in against anyone.”

“And what if you meet me?”

“Then it will be a day to strengthen the hierarchy of third-class disciples.”

“………Ugh.”

Jo Gol gritted his teeth.

He feels his stomach turn upside down when he sees Yoon Jong smiling with a shiny face.

“How can everything work out so easily?”

“But so far, it’s just worked out. Ever since I came to Shaolin.”

“Ugh.”

Yoon Jong beamingly smiled.

“It seems that Shaolin gives me good energy. I’ll have to aim for the finals.”

Yoon Jong laughed harder than ever before.

With considerable ease.

* * *

“…….”

The conclusion…

That’s right. He stated that it was the final.

Yoon Jong cocked his chin slightly.

The spectators were the first thing that caught his attention. Everyone is looking at him with pitying eyes.

“…….”

The Sahyung of Mount Hua was the next thing that caught his eye. Everyone in the room was clicking their tongues at him.

Jo Gol, who was sitting in the front row, laughed heartily.

‘That man…’

Seeing Jo Gol die of joy made him sick. He wants to jump down and punch him in the face right now, but……

Yoon Jong couldn’t afford it right now.

Reason?

The reason is straightforward.

His trembling gaze was drawn to the opponent of the match.

‘I liked it because I ended up winning by default.’

‘These puppies!’

What good is winning by default?

The man on the other side of the stage smiled and opened his mouth.

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared.”

“…….”

“What’s the big deal? Just swing your sword in moderation, I guess.”

The corners of his mouth curl up.

“But….”

A cold sweat started to trickle down Yoon Jong’s back as he saw the opponent gripping his sword with its scabbard.

“Now that I’ve got a good chance, I’m going to properly see how much Sahyung has improved. I will check it out PROPERLY.”

“…….”

At the sight of Chung Myung smiling like a demon, Yoon Jong closed his eyes.

‘What?’

‘Heaven has blessed me?’

‘That’s a load of bullshit.’

‘Why!’

There are sixteen of them, so why does he get that devil?

No!

These Shaolin gangsters must have an idea too! Isn’t it a rule not to stick to the same sect’s disciples as much as possible?

And even if they fight against each other! There are Jo Gol and Sago. Why! Why is that d*mn man his opponent?

Yoon Jong looked up at the podium with wet eyes.

He made eye contact with Hyun Jong, who looked at his side with a very sad face.

‘Sect Leader.’

However, as their eyes met, Hyun Jong turned his eyes secretly.

“…….”

All the pitiful eyes of the world poured on Yoon Jong, but it was not comforting at all.

Because…

“Kikiki.”

It was because the guy who made them feel sorry about Yoon Jong was approaching him, laughing as if he was about to die cause of fun.

“……Chung Myung-ah.”

“Yes?”

“You seem to have forgotten, but I am your Sahyung.”

“I know. I haven’t forgotten.”

“No. I think you forgot…….”

Yoon Jong swallowed dry saliva and said calmly.

“Think about it. If you beat me like a dog here, what will other people looking at Mount Hua think?”

“‘Oh, They’re having fun?”

“…….”

“Or… ‘they’re focusing on their skills, aren’t they?'”

“… I’m sure they’d say scumbag.”

“Oh, really?”

Chung Myung’s lips curl up. It was an ominous smile.

On the day he smiles like that, an accident will surely happen!

“……So why don’t we just do it moderately and not hurt each other?”

Chung Myung nodded while mouthing ‘Ooooh’.

“That’s a good word, Sahyung.”

“Oh, really?”

There’s a time when this guy understands what other are talking about…….

“By the way, Sahyung.”

“Yes?”

“Sahyung seems to have forgotten one thing.”

“……what?”

Chung Myung slammed his scabbard to the ground.

Whoosh!

The stage made of solid blue stone was crushed like a mud floor.

“…….”

Chung Myung’s words continued.

“Was there anything done “moderately” in Mount Hua?”

“…….”

“How dare a brat who’s hair wasn’t even dry yet talk about sparring moderately! When i was young…….”

“Yeah, nobody does that when you were young, did they?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“…and I’m older than you. You madman.”

“If you fight well, you’re an older brother.”

Yoon Jong covered his face.

‘There’s something wrong with this sect from the very beginning.’

But!

Yoon Jong slowly drew his sword.

“Don’t forget, Chung Myung-ah.”

“What?”

“I am your Sahyung, and I am Daesahyung of the third-class disciples. Right, I always knew this day would come. I can’t be swayed by you forever!”

“Hou?”

Chung Myung smiled strangely as he saw Yoon Jong drawing his sword full of determination.

“You’re going to try?”

“I don’t think I’m going to win. But just as Sago and Sasuk were, I have to prove myself! You wouldn’t be short of an opponent!”

Yoon Jong’s eyes were filled with spirit.

“Come. I’m going to lead Mount Hua one day! I’ll show you that my will is not lacking to others.”

“Keueuh!”

Chung Myung nodded his head as if impressed.

“That’s for sure.”

He looked straight at Yoon Jong.

“I think I underestimated Sahyung. Just like the figure Sahyung showed in Yunnan, Sahyung is definitely a person who lacks nothing like a proud disciple of Mount Hua Sect.”

Yoon Jong’s lips twitched.

It is quite meaningful to hear that from Chung Myung, who is stingy with compliments.

Chung Myung muttered.

“Your will is nothing short compared to others.”

Then he nodded his head.

“Yes, then I’ll have to fight you properly.”

“Huh?”

Seureureung.

“…….”

Chung Myung slowly began to pull his sword out of the scabbard.

“Chung Myung-ah?”

Why is he pulling out his sword all of a sudden?