ROMHS Chap 151 - 350

CHAPTER 189:With those skills? (4)

Jo Pyung was in disbelief.

He had won.

His son, Jo Gul, had won against Tang Zhan.

But Jo Pyung couldn’t accept what he had seen.

Who was Tang Zhan?

The Sichuan Tang family ruled Sichuan. Tang Zhan was the direct descendant of that family, where only blood was valued.

Their ability wasn’t something that needed to be further verified, and it was a family with a name outside Sichuan.

But now, his son had defeated him?

‘How did this happen?’

He didn’t send his son to Mount Hua because he had some hidden talent in swords.

‘No, no!’

‘He must have had talent.’

‘Wasn’t that why he sent his son, who was supposed to be a merchant to a sect? He did indeed have talent.’

But was that talent enough to defeat a direct child of the Tang family?

No.

Jo Pyung wasn’t convinced at all. He couldn’t help but underestimate his son. A merchant was a person whose job was to accurately judge the value of others.

Although Jo Gul was his cherished child, Jo Pyung knew that Jo Gul didn’t have amazing talent.

But this son of his had struck down his opponent.

And that too… Tang Zhan.

“…”

He knew he had to say something now, but it wasn’t that easy.

At that moment, Jo Gul retrieved his sword and put it back into the sheath, and then turned around.

And Jo Pyung looked in the direction he walked towards with a smile.

“Sasuk. I won.”

“Right, Jo Gul!”

Wobble

Wobble

“I, I won… ah, what is… this? When did I bleed… so much… sasuk I feel a little dizzy…”

“D-don’t talk!”

“Eik! Sasuk! Blood keeps coming out of Jo Gul’s neck! Isn’t he going to die from this?”

“Practitioners! Healers! Come here and help right now!”

While Baek Cheon and Yoon Jong were worried about what they had to do, Yu Yiseol hurriedly stepped ahead and grabbed Jo Gul’s neck to stop the bleeding.

“Ah, sago, I am fine…”

“Don’t talk. You will faint.”

“Ah, yes.”

Jo Gul’s face was pale. Although he did win, he bled too much from the injury to his neck. It seemed like the last blade had cut a blood vessel.

“Tch.”

Chung Myung approached him by clicking his tongue and pressed two places in Jo Gul’s neck.

And the blood began to stop flowing.

“Oh my, an inch more, and you would have died.”

“What are you saying!”

“Always saying something evil! You evil bastard! Ghost!”

Chung Myung pouted at the intense reaction to his words.

“I was just stating the truth.”

“Kuk.”