One blow?
Tang Zhan’s eyes widened.
One hit. Just one hit.
Tang Zhan’s gaze turned to Tang Ho, who had fallen to the floor.
‘How did this happen?’
Although Tang Ho was inferior to Tang Zhan, he was still the son of the family head. And he wasn’t at a skill level where an idiot like Jo Gul could beat him. No, it was a level that any strong martial artist would find hard to overcome.
That Tang Ho had lost consciousness in a single hit and fell in an unsightly way.
Was he careless?
It had to be that.
However, that alone couldn’t be the reason that brought upon a situation like this. The skill he possessed where he aimed for the loopholes in an unsuspecting opponent.
Tang Zhan bit his lip a few times as if he wanted to say something but eventually went silent.
Words didn’t mean anything more.
Unlike Tang Zhan, who was trying to hide his expression, Jo Gul’s face was bright.
‘Wah, how…!’
Tang Ho lying on the floor.
A direct descendant of the Tang family.
For the Jo Gul of the past, this was a wall he would have never been able to overcome no matter how much he tried. Tang Ho was like a star in the sky he would always had to look up to.
But now, the wall had collapsed.
With a face of joy and excitement, Jo Gul grabbed his sword.
At that moment.
“Next?”
“…”
A shrill voice pierced his ears.
‘Let’s not look back. Never look back.’
It was obvious what kind of expressions his sahyungs were looking at him with. He couldn’t turn back and give them gaps to yell at him.
“So swordsman-like.”
“Look at him pretending to be cool!”
“That, that one should have been more to the right.”
Wasn’t this refreshing?
It was so warm that sweat was dripping down his back.
‘I shouldn’t make eye contact for a while…’
If he did meet their eyes…
“Next?”
“…”
He wasn’t too bothered with the others, but there was one person he couldn’t even glance at during this time.
Jo Gul, who was a bit embarrassed, coughed and raised his sword.
“Won’t come?”
“…”
Rather than Tang Zhan, Tang Myung, who was there, furiously shouted.
“How dare you!”
As Tang Myung was about to step ahead, a hand encased in a green leather glove blocked his way.
“Hyung?’
Tang Zhan looked at him with cold eyes and said.
“Stand back.”
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
