The sound of the punch was very loud.
People from the Mount Hua Sect were surprised a fist hitting a face could make such a noise.
Sunwoo Ryang, after being punched by Chung Myung, was sent spinning through the air.
Whoosh!
Blood sprayed from his nose like a fountain, following Sunwoo Ryang as he spun around.
A rainbow of blood. It was a disgusting thought.
It felt like something unbelievable was happening.
Sunwoo Ryang, still spinning and bleeding, crashed to the ground, shaking. Chung Myung watched him and said clearly,
“Showing off when you’re nothing special.”
Chung Myung spat on the ground with a *thwack*. Then, he pulled out his wooden sword.
“Get up, you little brat!” Chung Myung yelled. “This isn’t over! I’m still angry!”
He roared, trying to sound scary, but Yoon Jong thought, *He just sounds like a grumpy kid.*
Yoon Jong hid a smile. *Petty. He’s so petty.*
“What…?”
Sama Seung’s beard twitched.
*W-what is this…?*
Even though it was right in front of him, he couldn’t understand what had happened.
Chung Myung seemed to disappear for a moment, then suddenly appeared in front of Sunwoo Ryang and hit him. Sunwoo Ryang, after being hit, spun like a top before falling to the ground.
This is what Sama Seung saw.
The problem was the phrase ‘seemed to vanish.’
*I missed that kid’s movements?*
He wasn’t really paying close attention, since it was just a friendly match between the younger disciples. But how could he, a Jangro from Jongnam, miss the movements of a Mount Hua disciple?
*No, no. That can’t be!*
Sama Seung refused to believe it. But it wasn’t all his fault. Anyone else would have reacted the same way.
People tend to deny things they can’t understand.
“That cowardly rascal!”
An angry voice snapped Sama Seung back to reality.
“To launch a surprise attack in the middle of a conversation! Does Mount Hua not know manners?”
“That treacherous fellow!”
It seemed that’s how it looked to the others.
The higher someone’s martial arts skill, the more amazing it would seem. For the second-generation disciples, missing Chung Myung’s movements wasn’t too surprising.
But Sama Seung was different. He was a Jangro, a high-ranking member of Jongnam sect. He should not miss something like this.
Sama Seung calmed down and focused on the fight.
“Sunwoo Ryang! Get up!”
“Get up! Ryang!”
People cheered for Sunwoo Ryang. Sama Seung stared at Sunwoo Ryang, his eyes wide with shock.
*I must have been mistaken.*
That had to be it.
It had to be.
“Get up, you rascal,” Chung Myung said. “I didn’t even use any internal energy. Why are you being so dramatic?”
The Jongnam side protested loudly, but Chung Myung ignored them.
When you step into the fighting area, it’s a fight. Manners? Who cares about manners in a fight? They were probably the type to shake hands, have a drink, and then start fighting even in a war.
“Kkeueu… Eueueuk…”
Sunwoo Ryang slowly stood up.
He had been badly beaten, but since Chung Myung hadn’t used internal energy, he wasn’t knocked out.
If I had used internal energy?
He’d be dead!
Chung Myung watched Sunwoo Ryang get up and tapped his shoulder with his wooden sword.
“Hurry up and get up. I don’t have time… Are you okay?”
Chung Myung’s annoyed voice quickly softened.
“Uuu…”
Gush.
Gush, gush, gush.
Blood poured from Sunwoo Ryang’s nose like a waterfall as he stood.
So much blood flowed that it soaked his front and pooled on the floor. Even Chung Myung was taken aback.
Sunwoo Ryang swayed, gasped a few times, and then spoke with difficulty.
“I, I can still fight…”
“You look like you’re about to die?”
Seriously, does he look like he’s about to die?
Does blood usually come out like that when a nose is broken? I wouldn’t know unless I’d punched someone in the face without internal energy before.
Sunwoo Ryang supported himself with shaky legs and held his nose with both hands.
“The, the blood won’t stop…”
“You’re going to die! You idiot!”
You’re really going to die at this rate!
It’s not that I have a problem with killing people, but not like this!
In this new life, my first kill is going to be someone dying from excessive bleeding after getting punched in the face during a sparring match? What nonsense is this!
A worried Chung Myung looked at Un Am with a pale face and said,
“Shouldn’t we get him treated or something?”
It’s about to be a murder scene at Mount Hua.
“W-well, the rules, uh…”
Unam was also flustered by the unexpected situation and couldn’t give a clear answer. There were no rules about treatment during a match. It seemed like they needed to get permission from both sides, but this wasn’t the time for that.
Stuff! Stuff!
Sunwoo Ryang tore off a piece of his sleeve and stuffed it into his nose.
Ooh?
Smart, aren’t we?
The sleeve was quickly covered in blood, but he managed to stop the bleeding. With the bleeding under control, Sunwoo Ryang picked up his wooden sword and pointed it at Chung Myung.
Oh, is he going to continue?
The Jongnam disciples were tough, so they didn’t give up easily. Hmm. The sects are different, but admirable…
“You cowardly bastard!”
“……Huh?”
Chung Myung tilted his head.
“Shameless… Cough! Shameless! Cough! Cough! Doing such a thing without shame!”
Just pick one, you rascal.
Get angry if you’re going to get angry. Hurt if you’re going to hurt.
“I will tear you to shreds and feed you to the dogs!”
Chung Myung frowned.
Let’s cancel that ‘admirable’ part.
“Seriously, do the Jongnam kids learn to curse first? They all lack basic decency.”
– Is that something you should be saying?
Ah, come on! Show up when you’re needed! I’m enhancing the reputation of Mount Hua right now, okay?
Chung Myung gripped his wooden sword and tilted his head back and forth.
“I was feeling a little sorry, but that’s all about to disappear now, you know? Just stop talking…”
“Even if you come groveling now, it’s already too late! You bastard! I’ll beat you so badly your own parents won’t recognize you.”
“Ah, keep talking. It’s fine now.”
The sorry feeling has completely vanished.
Chung Myung also raised his wooden sword and pointed it at Sunwoo Ryang.
“Come on.”
“……You bastard!”
“Come at me. I’ll show you what it means to not even be able to touch a hair on my head.”
“Oh, yes, right now!”
That was the moment!
“Sunwoo Ryang!”
A sharp voice came from behind Sunwoo Ryang. Sunwoo Ryang turned and saw Jin Geum-ryong’s serious face.
“Don’t get angry. And don’t underestimate your opponent.”
Sunwoo Ryang looked back at Chung Myung, realizing something.
All the second-generation disciples had won without getting hit, but he was the only one who had embarrassed himself, making him more angry than he should be.
He had always been told that an angry person can’t fight well, but he had forgotten that in the heat of the moment.
Sunwoo Ryang took a deep breath to calm down. He felt uncomfortable because he couldn’t breathe through his nose, but he regained his composure.
Calm, he glared at Chung Myung with a cold look, different from before, and said,
“Your feigned weakness is quite impressive!”
“……Yes. I did do that.”
Let’s just go with that. I don’t know what I did, but if that’s what you think, then that’s what it is.
“I will show you that, in a proper fight, a Mount Hua disciple can never beat Jongnam. Especially you. Don’t expect me to hold back.”
“Yes, yes. Would there be any? If you’re done talking, come at me. I’ll show you what it really means to not even be able to touch me.”
“You’re the one who won’t even be able to touch me!”
“You’ve already been hit once, though?”
Doesn’t your nose hurt?
“I’ll kill you! You slippery little… Taaah!”
Sunwoo Ryang swung his wooden sword and charged at Chung Myung.
Now calm, his sword had a sharp energy. He was the most skilled of Jongnam’s third-generation disciples.
No matter who from Mount Hua came out, facing Sunwoo Ryang wouldn’t be easy. Even a second-generation disciple would have trouble.
But, Sunwoo Ryang was facing the worst possible opponent.
He was facing Mount Hua’s troublemaker, Chung Myung.
“Hah!”
Chung Myung pulled his wooden sword back.
Then, he charged forward at full speed towards Sunwoo Ryang.
“Huh?”
Chung Myung’s sword, pulled far back, swung at lightning speed, hitting Sunwoo Ryang’s head.
Whack!
There was no dodging. How could he dodge a sword that wasn’t even visible?
Sunwoo Ryang opened his mouth wide and rolled his eyes back.
*He’s dead.*
*Yeah. He’s definitely dead at that point.*
*It’s only right for him to be dead after that.*
Sunwoo Ryang’s body fell. But Chung Myung didn’t stop there.
“These days!”
Whack!
One more hit before he falls.
“Kids!”
Whack!
One more hit again!
“Have no manners! No manners!”
Chung Myung’s wooden sword beat Sunwoo Ryang’s body as it fell.
“It wasn’t like this in my day!”
If Chung Mun had heard this, he would have thrown down his staff and foamed at the mouth.
But, the heavens can’t interfere with the mortal world.
“Take this!”
Thwack!
Chung Myung kicked Sunwoo Ryang’s groin, sending him into the air, then spun around.
Sunwoo Ryang, who had flown high, crashed to the ground.
Thud!
Chung Myung clicked his tongue.
“I was going to go easy on him if he hadn’t cursed. Anyway, these youngsters. Tsk!”
Hearing this, all the third-generation disciples promised never to curse at that guy.
“Ah, right.”
Chung Myung turned and walked to Sunwoo Ryang, who was shaking on the ground.
Then, he pulled out the cloth from his nose.
The blood started flowing again.
“How is it? Couldn’t even touch me, right?”
The method was a little different, though.
Chung Myung looked at the Jongnam side.
Sama Seung, Jin Geum-ryong, and the other Jongnam disciples stared at Chung Myung in shock.
“So surprised.”
The show hasn’t even started, and they’re already this surprised?
Chung Myung glanced at them and went back to his group.
Watching him leave, Sama Seung muttered,
“What on earth is going on…”
But no one knew that this was just the beginning.
Except for one, Chung Myung.