Return of the Mount Hua Sect Chapter 638

Heo Gong laughed as if the idea was absurd.

I dont even feel angry.

He might have been dismissed as a brat if he had been a bit younger. However, in Heo Gongs eyes, Chung Myung was soone capable of standing behind his words.

All anger stems from the tip of the tongue alone.

With that, Heo Gong aid his sword at Chung Myung.

You will be taking responsibility for your words.

The elder of Wudang had indeed spoken wisely. Yet, even after hearing those words, Chung Myung remained unfazed.

If I take responsibility, I see it through to the end. The burden is mine alone.

I truly cannot stand it.

Heo Gong shook his head slightly, calmly gathering his energy.

Truth be told, he was angry.

It wasnt just the rude words and actions that infuriated him. His disciples were not so weak as to be disturbed by a re child. However, the disdainful attitude towards the elder of Wudang truly irked him.

And those eyes. Those eyes were infuriating.

I dont understand.

He hadnt lived for just a day or two.

Over his long life, he had encountered countless people and engaged in nurous sword fights. As a result, he developed the ability to discern others thoughts by looking into their eyes.

That is clearly the gaze of the strong looking down on the weak.

He couldnt comprehend it at all.

This baseless confidence?

Of course, he could possess it. Was he boasting simply because he didnt want to lose montum?

Yes, that, too, was a possibility.

He was willing to understand that. A genius who had only ever known Mount Hua might not grasp how vast the sky is.

But those eyes didnt seem to reflect that.

It wasnt a gaze that looked down on others based on unfounded confidence. Only those truly convinced of their unconditional superiority over their opponents can exhibit such a look.

Hmm.

Heo Gong cleared his throat slightly and slowly began to speak.

I just said I would teach. I wasnt trying to discipline you.

And his eyes gradually darkened.

I guess you need to know how high the sky is.

Hoh.

Chung Myung grinned.

That is nice to hear.

Uh?

There have been quite a few people who have said that to , but no one succeeded, though? Thanks to that, I still dont know how high the sky is.

I would be very grateful if the elder could show that.

The composure on Heo Gongs face had long vanished. It wasnt a great thing to say, but it felt like his attitude and the look in his eyes kept breaking the discipline.

At that mont, Chung Myung laughed again.

But teaching it seems like the world has changed a lot. Nowadays, dont you think living itself is a lesson?

Heo Gong was slightly shocked.

Does that guy really sense my killing intent?

As he opened his mouth to make an excuse, Chung Myung raised his hand and stopped him.

I-it is fine. I dont know why you are talking so much on the stage.

Isnt the result what matters? One will discover if what you say is right or I am right.

Chung Myungs sword was confidently aid into the air. Heo Gong stopped laughing.

At least your confidence can be called the best in the world.

So, it was more dangerous.

The strong did not necessarily have a strong influence. A person who pursued only martial arts, cut off talks with his sahyung, and focused on the sword alone could not change his sect, no matter how strong he got.

However, such a person would lead the sect regardless of the strength.

The more he talked and watched, the firr his decision beca.

Blue sword qi rose from the tip of the sword in the air.

I guess I will have to endure this humiliation.

His eyes had a malevolence akin to a wild beast.

Be careful now. I am a person who knows no rcy, little Taoist.

I will say that right back to you.

After uttering those words, Heo Gong appeared at peace.

As the two swordsn faced each other, a palpable tension began to flow between them. Silence descended, and despite the presence of many onlookers, not a single sound could be heard.

Heo Gong was the first to break the silence.

Pat!

He extended his sword forward.

When swordsn of different teachings clash, it was common practice among warriors to concede three attacks to the weaker opponent. However, Heo Gong, unwilling to let Chung Myung attack first, made his move.

It was as if their positions were indistinguishable, a testant to his dedication to the duel.

The sword qi, emanating from the tip, almost reached Chung Myung in the blink of an eye.

So fast!

It was so incredibly swift that even Baek Cheon, who hadnt blinked, couldnt see it.

But then.

Kwang!

A short, explosive sound rang out, and simultaneously, the flying sword bent as if it would snap.

Kwakwakwang!

A harsh noise ensued. The sword qi, having traveled through the air, pierced the floor, leaving a deep scar, while Chung Myung nonchalantly redirected it to the ground.

It was rely a single exchange, nothing more.

Yet, the reactions of the onlookers varied greatly. Even though it was invisible to the naked eye, exclamations were heard, and the speed captivated those unfamiliar with martial arts.

And those in the know were left breathless.

This

Jo Gul bit his lip.

This is a real spar between true swordsn.

It felt fundantally different.

He couldnt pinpoint exactly why it felt so distinct. This wasnt a matter of simple logic but rather an instinctual feeling. But one thing was clear: the two were engaging in a spar beyond Jo Guls comprehension.

A bit more.

He wanted to see just a little more.

Heo Gongs sword sliced through the air as if to quench its thirst.

Paat!

Bang!

The formation of sword qi and the sound of Chung Myung striking it back occurred simultaneously.

Chung Myung, who had easily blocked several attacks, looked calmly at Heo Gong.

It looks like you dont get it.

If you dont want to make embarrassing excuses for being unable to showcase all your skills and losing, you should start doing your best.

It felt like the emotions vanished from Heo Gongs face. He wasnt going to be shaken by this.

What shook him more was Chung Myungs sword effortlessly blocking his.

What does this even an?

One could only understand as much as they knew. And this needed no explanation.

What Jo Gul could only sense was clear to Heo Gong.

The path of the sword, the power used to wield the sword, and the use of qi to absorb the impact of the collision are all important.

And a simple sword strike without any unnecessary movents.

Just what kind of sword was this?

Heo Gong, who had spent his entire life dedicated to the sword, realized that sothing was in the opponents sword that he couldnt grasp.

Just how

Did it an that this young man better understood the sword than he did?

This sent a chill down his spine.

It was as if he was being forced to admit sothing unthinkable.

Ahhh!

Soon, Heo Gong shouted as if to cast aside these thoughts and swung his sword, sending sharp and powerful sword qi attacks flying toward Chung Myung one after another.

Layering.

The sword qi he released first was overlapped by the subsequent ones, and another layer of sword qi was added. This created a massive force, and now Chung Myung was facing a wall of sword qi.

And at that mont, even Heo Gongs face contorted.

Chung Myung took a step towards the massive wall of sword qi.

His movent seed unreal, as if the sword qi flying in front of his eyes didnt actually exist.

Nonsense!

Heo Gongs eyes widened in disbelief. It wouldnt have been surprising if the sword qi had torn Chung Myungs body to shreds.

Paat!

But at that mont, Chung Myung calmly held out his sword and penetrated the wall of sword qi.

Kwagagaga!

It seed impossible to tear through this wall, which had been reinforced layer upon layer. Yet, the sword didnt stop.

Kakakak!

The sword moved relentlessly, striking at the core of the wall.

Slash!

And the sword, piercing a bit too deeply, even created a gap.

Ah!

Then, Chung Myungs red sword qi flooded through the wall Heo Gong had created.

Chung Myung slowly walked out among the scattering fragnts of sword qi, his sword twitching slightly. Yet, there was no look of strain on his face.

Even Heo Gong was at a loss for words now.

He had never thought he would win this spar with a single hit; he had rely hoped to make Chung Myung step back.

But instead, the disciple of Mount Hua had struck back in kind, neutralizing the sword qi. It seed to prove that neither was lacking compared to the other.

Such a force.

Heo Gong watched Chung Myung, who was slowly approaching.

Regardless of the situation, it was impossible not to feel admiration. But then, Chung Myungs lips curved into a smile.

three attacks.

Um?

He looked at Chung Myung with doubtful eyes.

Chung Myungs smile widened, revealing his teeth, and then an eerie qi emanated from him.

I gave in for three attacks.

Heo Gong, confused because he couldnt grasp the aning, suddenly felt a jolt as if struck by lightning.

His face turned red instantly, and his body seethed with anger.

Three attacks? Impossible!

The rules of Kangho.

When two people entered a spar, the one with greater strength allowed the weaker opponent a three-attack head start.

This wasnt a rule to be followed in every fight. Still, when theres a significant difference in skill, its common sense to be considerate of the opponent.

And such a concession was

Is he saying that he gave that to ?

This

The expression on Heo Gongs face contorted. This was the utmost humiliation he had ever faced in his life.

You damned brat

The boy, who was just the age of his grandson, had given him a concession?

His mind went blank.

Everything, including the reputation of the Taoists and his plan, turned to waste because of this one guy.

And the anger that rose soon took over his entire body.

As he was losing his composure, the voice of Chung Myung ca.

This much concession should be enough

Chung Myung spoke clearly,

Dont bla my sword for being heartless now.

You

In the end, Heo Gongs words were cut off. He had never been humiliated like this in front of so many people.

YOUUUUU!

He rushed out like a beast, emitting a killing intent as if he wanted to kill Chung Myung. And there, a devilish smile appeared on Chung Myungs lips.