Novel Return of Mount Hua Sect Chapter 640

“….”

It was a feeling of his whole body’s blood turning cold.

Baek Cheon watched the scene unfold before his eyes, forgetting to breathe.

‘This is…’

Where Chung Myung is standing.

The view that Wudang’s Elder sees.

“Huu….”

He finally breathed out the breath he had been holding.

He had seen Chung Myung fight to the point of boredom. However, it was also the first time for Baek Cheon to watch Chung Myungn fighting an appropriate opponent where he could demonstrate his true skills, watching carefully from the side.

‘That’s the real swordsman.’

There was no romantic and idealistic image that he had in mind.

He saw a brutal and merciless struggle that was not described well enough even by the word “cruel.”

“Sasuk….”

“…Yes.”

Jo-Gol’s voice died down as if he had been shocked.

Strong?

That doesn’t matter anymore.

Is there anyone who doesn’t know that Chung Myung is strong? At least among the Five Swords, no one would find it strange for him to fight on par against Wudang’s Elder.

The only thing that has pushed them into a tension where they cannot even breathe is Chung Myung’s aggressiveness.

He attacks his opponent with his own strengths.

Baek Cheon clearly witnessed at this moment, the very basics of basics in martial arts, and how to use it in practical fighting.

He doesn’t miss a single small move, carries out attacks that resemble gambling, and the moment he catches a tiny advantage, he relentlessly attacks his opponent to maintain that advantage.

This was a martial art that he knew but also felt unfamiliar with. No, perhaps this wasn’t the martial art he knew.

‘Can I fight like that?’

Baek Cheon realized once again.

What does it mean to say that martial arts are not everything.

What would be the result if he were to fight against an equal opponent like Chung Myung?

He would probably not even last for 20 seconds and end up like a well-done piece of meat. Even if it was not a strong opponent like Chung Myung now, but against a Chung Myung that matched his level.

Even if he has the strength to withstand the sword, he may not have the ability to withstand the opponent’s fierce determination and strategic maneuvers. At this point, it was not Chung Myung who showed that venomous sword, but Heo Gong who was fighting back against it seemed amazing.

Baek Cheon’s blood circulated twice as fast and the saliva in his mouth dried up.

Except for Chung Myung, Five Swords looked at the stage with drained faces. Yoo Iseol, who usually keeps her stoic face, was slightly relaxed from shock.

‘The others…….’

Baek Cheon turned his head slightly to look behind him.

If even Five Swords who had watched Chung Myung’s performances until they were sick of them were shocked like this, how much more shocking would it be for the other disciples?

Unsurprisingly, the other disciples of Mount Hua all gazed at the stage, unable to shut their mouths.

“This….”

Some seemed like they wanted to say something but ultimately became speechless again.

‘It is natural.’

They probably didn’t understand the spectacle of martial principles that was taking place on that stage. Even Baek Cheon himself sometimes only felt a vague sense of it.

However, there is something you can know even if you don’t understand it.

“Oh my gosh….”

“Chung Myung…….”

Baek Cheon agonized for a moment as he watched them speechless.
‘Should I explain it to them?’

The meaning behind Chung Myung’s each and every move?

But he soon shook his head.

Sometimes, seeing and feeling with your own eyes was better than a detailed explanation.

And more than anything…

‘I don’t want to worry about anything else.’

It might be a somewhat selfish thought.

That Chung Myung is probably trying to show more to Mount Hua’s disciples now. So from the perspective of being the Daesahyung of the second-class generation, it was only right to prioritize his Saje over himself.

But at this moment, Baek Cheon had put everything aside.

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

‘Show me more.’

How high you are.

How high the place I have to go is.

Baek Cheon clenched his fist so hard that his blood vessels protruded and turned pale.

Mu Jin looked down unknowingly at the pain felt in his hands.

It’s dripping.

Blood flowed from the fist clenched to the point where it was white.

Blood was flowing from his tightly clenched fist, which had torn his skin with his nails. If blood was flowing to this extent, he must have been injured long ago, but he had not realized it until now.

Mu Jin, who was staring at his hands, raised his head and stared at the stage again.

‘Revenge?’

He couldn’t even laugh.

‘Exacting revenge?’

To that man? To that Chung Myung?

‘What the hell was I looking at?’

He naturally expected Chung Myung to become stronger. Considering his young age and brilliant talent, it was natural that he would become much stronger, unparalleled than before.

But he also thought that he had no trouble chasing after him. Considering the characteristics of Wudang’s martial art and his efforts so far, he thought that he could succeed in approaching him, even if he couldn’t immediately surpass him.

Watching the performance before him, Mu Jin realized how delusional he had been.
‘Equal to Elder-nim…’

No, that wasn’t it.

Put it bluntly, it wasn’t equal, but Chung Myung has the upper hand. It’s even an obvious upper hand. He wouldn’t even hesitate to think so if he wasn’t a disciple of Wudang.

But is this really possible?

Of course, this world has monsters and geniuses beyond common sense. But even so, it is hard to imagine that young Mount Hua’s disciple has the upper hand over Wudang’s Elder, let alone any other faction.

Mu Jin turned his head unconsciously.

He was curious about Heo Sanja’s expression. If he studied his expression, he might be able to see whether Heo Gong is dealing with Chung Myung in moderation or if is he really being pushed back.

But Mu Jin soon regretted his decision.

“….”

He has never seen it before.

Heo Sanja with such a face…….

Heo Sanja was not a person who could hide his emotions perfectly. Mu Jin had seen him expressing embarrassment or irritation countless times, and sometimes even extreme anger.

But he had never seen that expression before.

Was it…

‘Fear?’

However, the idea that an Elder of Wudang felt fear watching a sparring match was absurd. No matter how strong that Chung Myung was, he was not so powerful that even Wudang couldn’t handle him.
But… what if Heo Sanja isn’t looking at the current Chung Myung, but the distant future? If so, couldn’t it really be terrifying?

“…Heo Gong.”

A groan-like voice escaped from Ho Sanja’s mouth.

Along with him, Mu Jin’s gaze also turned to the stage. Beyond Heo Gong, who wears a Wudang uniform and holding his sword, to Chung Myung.

Duguen! Duguen! Duguen!

His feet felt like they were burning in the fire.

The pain that felt like being stabbed in his feet with a heated iron skewer made him dizzy momentarily. But Heo Gong couldn’t even dare to check and take care of his wounds.

The beast that tore his feet was coming for him right now.

Like stalking prey with a silent step, he walks without making a sound. Heo Gong realized painfully that he had become the prey.

‘This me?’

Prey?

This Heo Gong, the Elder of Wudang?

The edge of his sword trembled violently. It felt like blood was rushing backward.

But the pain in his legs forced him to hold back his boiling anger.

Can this all be described as eerie?

It was not a long exchange. However, that short exchange took away too much from Heo Gong.

The wounds on his legs are nothing. Even if his foot is crushed, he can still walk. The momentum that collided and twisted doesn’t matter. The most stable of his internal strength circulation skills (내가심법 (內家心法)), the Tai Chi Qi Art (태극기공(太極氣功)), is now rapidly healing his internal injury.

However, there was no way to do anything about this trembling fingertip. He didn’t even show any signs of calming down.
‘It doesn’t feel like fighting with a person.’

It felt like a wild beast was trying to stick its fangs into his neck, and he barely managed to stop it. It felt like the sharp fangs had touched and just missed him.
If he had flinched, the canine named sword would have pierced his neck and torn his carotid artery. Considering this, he couldn’t calm down at all.

As beads of cold sweat formed on Heo Gong’s forehead and began to drip down his chin, Chung Myung opened his mouth.

“You don’t have to be so tense. Can you properly hold a sword like that?”

“….”

Heo Gong chewed on his lips instead of answering.

They unfolded their martial arts in front of each other. But unlike Heo Gong, whose body stiffened with the fear and tension that his neck might fly off, the young boy was unbelievably composed and calm.

In a way, this was more shameful than being inferior to him regarding swordsmanship. Heo Gong has trained throughout his whole life dreaming to become the best sword warrior. And yet, wasn’t he being beaten mental-wise by that young boy?

Squeeze.

Heo Gong clenched his teeth, lifted his sword to shoulder height, and pulled it slightly. Soon after, he pointed at Chung Myung as if piercing him. It was an expression of the will to not need any conversation.

In response to his venomous energy, Chung Myung rolled up his lips with a mocking smile. He could see Heo Gong’s thoughts now without having to ask.

‘If conditions could easily be changed by mentality alone, no one will need to work hard.’

Heo Gong is obviously strong.

From what he could guess, he may not have a high seniority among Wudang’s Elders. Considering this, his talent is clearly outstanding, and his attitude toward swords is not bad.

Of course, he can’t be compared to Wudang’s Elders of the past, but he is quite a strong man to be recognized.

With a solid foundation and a strong inner strength, and above all, a solid sword acquired through long-term continuous efforts, he easily surpasses Seol Chongsang of the North Sea Ice Clan.
However.

Nevertheless, Heo Gong is weak.

Chung Myung revealed his teeth.

That is solely a sword completed by himself.

Heo Gong has probably never risked his life to fight someone in his life. He may have experienced countless sparring matches and won many battles, but he has never faced a life-or-death situation.

Talent, effort, time. Even with all those elements, Heo Gong clearly showed what would happen to a man who wielded his sword only in a greenhouse.

“It’s sickening.”

Swish.

Chung Myung quietly murmured, turning his sword over and grabbing it by the reverse grip, lowering his posture slightly.

It was not long before his blood-soaked teeth were exposed fiercely.

“It seems like I’m the one who needs to give guidance.”

Chung Myung’s feet quickly kicked the ground.

Kwaaaaaah!

A huge sound like a person flying through the wind rang out. Chung Myung’s body flew toward Heo Gong like a bolt of lightning.

Startled, Heo Gong clenched his teeth.

‘Calm down…’

Chung Myung smiled like a demon and stabbed his sword against Heo Gong.

It was an attack that was not much different from any other stabbing attack. It was not a difficult attack to stop if he maintained his composure. Heo Gong naturally held his sword in anticipation of the attack.

However, at that moment.

Kaaang!

“Keuk!”

Before Heo Gong’s sword could get to where he wanted it to, the edge of Chung Myung’s sword pierced Heo Gong’s blade and pushed it away.

There was an indisputable sense of confusion appearing on Heo Gong’s face.
‘At- At this distance?’

It was still a distance that the sword couldn’t reach yet. If his hand hadn’t instinctively moved, his throat would have been pierced.
The sword seemed to have suddenly grown longer.

But there was no time to think about it now.

Paaat! Paaaaat!

This is because a series of stabbings flew in, aiming for his whole body.
“Euaaat!”

Heo Gong screamed involuntarily and struck back at Chung Myung’s sword like a lightning bolt.

However!

Chaeaeaeng!

Udeudeuk!

Chung Myung, who rose momentarily, hits Heo Gong with all his weight as much as possible. He managed to block it in time, it was a powerful blow that the sound of bones breaking in his wrists could be heard momentarily.

Gagagak!

“You know what?”

“….”

Heo Gong opened his eyes as Chung Myung spoke.

‘I can’t afford to talk…..’

“Blocking is not the end, kid.”

At that moment, Chung Myung’s hand, holding the sword, slid down. Naturally, the direction of the sword’s edge was pointed upwards, not forwards.

Tung!

And he pushed Heo Gong’s sword away in one motion.

‘Huh?’

An attack that perfectly utilized the strength of pushing the sword upward.

‘It’s Wudang’s….’

Kwadeudeuk!

Chung Myung’s elbow struck Heo Gong’s face.