Return of the Mount Hua Sect [EN]: Chapter 637

“The Divine Dragon of Mount Hua?”

A cold light flashed in Heogong’s eyes, like ice.

“‘This must be the one the Sect Leader warned me about,’ he thought.”

The Sect Leader had said this young man had talent like no other. Someone who could become a threat to Wudang in the future. Someone who needed to be stopped now, his spirit broken before he became too strong.

But looking at him now…

“‘He doesn’t look so impressive,’ Heogong admitted to himself.”

Looking at them, Baek Cheon seemed stronger. He was tall and stood next to him.

If Heo Do-jin was right, and the rumors were true, then the best of Mount Hua’s younger generation was definitely Baek Cheon.

“‘Could he be so strong that he can hide his true power from me?’

At such a young age?

It was hard to believe.

If that were true, this was a more serious problem than he had first thought.

Even Mu-jin couldn’t hide his strength from him. Could this boy, half Mu-jin’s age, really be twice as strong?

“‘Now I understand why the Sect Leader sent me here.”

This one was too dangerous to leave alone. A chilling intent flashed in Heogong’s eyes.

“So, what’s your answer?”

“…What answer are you talking about?”

“That Wudang has lost, right?”

“Hahaha.”

Heogong laughed, accepting Chung Myung’s words.

“Didn’t I say? You are welcome to think so.”

“Did you train in muddy water or something? You keep slipping away like a loach.”

“…Isn’t that a bit much?”

“Not as much as saying I can think whatever I want.”

Chung Myung snorted.

“If you don’t have the courage to admit defeat, step back and wait for the outcome. It’s only fair that the side that breaks the agreement loses.”

“…”

“Or perhaps…”

Chung Myung drawled mockingly.

“You’re not thinking of throwing a tantrum now, are you, Elder of Wudang? I’d be too embarrassed to do that, even if my face was on the line. Well, I suppose Wudang might be different from me.”

Baek Cheon closed his eyes.

‘That bastard is the real deal,’ he thought.

The other Mount Hua disciples were impressed.

‘He’s going after the Wudang Elder!’

‘A truly crazy bastard doesn’t care who he offends.’

‘That’s right. That’s Chung Myung!’

If he picked and chose his targets, he couldn’t be Chung Myung. He had to go after everyone, regardless of who they were, to be the Mad Dog of Mount Hua they knew.

Normally, they would have been horrified and tried to stop him, but now no one tried to stop Chung Myung. Even the Five Swords, who usually held Chung Myung back, this time stayed near Baek Cheon.

It was as if they would stop Baek Cheon if he tried to step in.

But this time, Baek Cheon stepped back.

That was how angry he was at Heogong for insulting the elders of Mount Hua.

“…”

Heogong, insulted to his face, twitched and trembled slightly.

“Throw a tantrum?”

“Yes.”

“Are you saying that I am throwing a tantrum?”

“That’s right.”

“Little Taoist.”

Heogong’s voice was low and dangerous.

“All misfortune comes from the mouth. You should learn to watch your words.”

“That’s my business.”

“…What?”

Chung Myung snorted.

“If you’re so good at teaching, worry about your own sect. How can you care about how people in another sect speak when your own disciples are getting beaten up by them?”

“…”

“Oh, is that what you like? Not seeing your own faults while only seeing the flaws in others? Well, it happens.”

Heogong clenched his fist.

His face didn’t change, but his fist trembled. Baek Cheon felt satisfied and sympathetic.

‘Why did you pick a fight with him?’

If you gathered all those beaten up by Chung Myung, you could circle Dongting Lake. But if you gathered all those verbally attacked by Chung Myung, you could fill Dongting Lake.

If his sword skills were seven stars, his verbal skills were twelve stars.

Heogong didn’t know that, which was his misfortune.

Heogong, unable to hide his anger, said,

“The disciples of Mount Hua need to relearn their manners…”

“That’s none of your concern.”

Chung Myung cut him off.

“Stop changing the subject. What are you going to do? Are you going to admit defeat, or embarrassingly return to your seat and wait for the outcome?”

“…”

“Oh, there’s one more way.”

Chung Myung clapped cheerfully, then grinned.

“We can count the Elder fighting as a match too. That solves everything.”

Heogong’s face crumbled.

“…Are you telling me to fight a second-generation disciple?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

Heogong was bewildered.

“Are you asking because you don’t know?”

“No. Wudang doesn’t know.”

“…”

Chung Myung grinned and raised his voice.

“If it’s strange for an Elder to fight a third-generation disciple, then it’s also strange for a second-generation disciple to fight a third-generation disciple. Wudang said that was okay, right?”

Heogong shut his mouth.

It wasn’t his fault. But it seemed Heo San-ja had said those words.

He and Heo San-ja were different, but they were both Elders of Wudang.

Even if they lost, they had to stop the rumor that Wudang Elders contradicted each other.

“…It turned out that way.”

As soon as Heogong admitted it, Chung Myung pressed on.

“Even if Mount Hua was asleep, they wouldn’t make a second-generation disciple compete against a third-generation disciple. They know that’s ridiculous.”

“…”

“But since it’s come to this, it’s okay for the Elder to join in, right? If a second-generation disciple is fighting a third-generation disciple, what problem could there be with an Elder joining in? How about it? If you don’t want to admit defeat, we can have a little fight together.”

Chung Myung grinned and tapped his sword.

It was a challenge. Heogong bit his lip.

‘That reckless fool…’

This might be a trick, but he had to go along with it.

From the moment they let a second-generation disciple fight a third-generation disciple, Wudang was trapped.

“Indeed, there is no room for excuses.”

Heogong nodded.

“As an Elder of Wudang, I admit that Mount Hua has won this competition.”

“Heogong!”

Heo San-ja screamed.

But Heogong didn’t look at him.

Withdrawing was worse than admitting defeat. The important thing wasn’t the competition.

If they seemed obsessed with winning, people would realize this competition was important. Then they couldn’t explain away the four defeats at the start.

It was better to give up the victory and pretend it wasn’t important to Wudang.

Heo San-ja understood Heogong’s plan and didn’t object.

“Is that enough, then?”

Chung Myung grinned.

“You’re so cool.”

“Haha.”

That cheeky fellow.

It didn’t matter.

“I have given you everything you wanted.”

“Yes, you have.”

“Then, now…”

Heo San-ja straightened up and said quietly.

“Who will step forward to receive my teachings?”

The arena went silent.

‘No matter how much you talk, it’s just a trick,’ he thought.

Heo San-ja had made things complicated, but he didn’t blame him. Heo San-ja couldn’t defeat Mount Hua alone, so this was the best he could do.

But Heogong was different.

Competition? Victory? Defeat?

What did they matter?

‘Unless they can beat me, Mount Hua will never beat Wudang,’ he thought.

As long as he lived, Mount Hua couldn’t defeat them. That was what he, and Wudang, had to prove.

They would now understand.

In the end, a swordsman had to prove themselves with their sword.

Wudang was the greatest sword sect because their swords were the strongest.

‘I will break their spirit so they never want Wudang’s swords again,’ he thought.

Heogong stared at Mount Hua coldly.

Even though he didn’t show his power, the Mount Hua disciples felt pressure and stepped back.

‘That’s a Wudang Elder!’

‘Incredible…’

The Five Swords had seen powerful figures before, but the other Mount Hua disciples struggled under the pressure.

‘Can we face someone like that?’

That was the power of the elders. It was the moment when they felt the absence of their own elders.

“I think I know what you’re thinking…”

Chung Myung stepped forward.

The pressure on the Mount Hua disciples vanished.

“You don’t know the world very well, living in the mountains, so let me tell you something.”

“…”

“Things don’t go the way you think they do, old man.”

Clang!

Chung Myung tapped his Plum Blossom Sword and grinned as he turned to Hyun Sang and Hyeon Young.

Seeing their serious faces, Chung Myung smiled.

“Why are you so serious? It’s not a big deal.”

“Chung Myung, you rascal…”

“Just relax and watch.”

Hyun Sang hesitated.

He knew Chung Myung was strong, but the opponent was too strong.

But Chung Myung was the only one who could face Heogong.

“Really…”

Hyun Sang started to speak, but Hyeon Young spoke first.

“Chung Myung.”

“Yes.”

“Can you do it?”

Chung Myung grinned.

“Those old geezers have forgotten what it’s like to be beaten.”

“…”

“I’ll show them that the greatest sword in the world is the sword of Mount Hua.”

But Hyeon Young shook his head.

“There’s no need for that.”

“Yes?”

“Just prove that you are the greatest sword of Mount Hua and return. That is enough.”

“…”

Chung Myung scratched his head.

“I’m not used to this. Hehe.”

He smiled awkwardly, then bowed to the two elders.

“Mount Hua’s third-generation disciple, Chung Myung!”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back!”

Chung Myung turned and walked towards the arena.

The Mount Hua disciples watched him.