“Hehe. Right? As expected, I get along well with the Abbot!”
“Abbot!”
“How…”
The Shaolin Sect’s monk looked confused at the presence of this man. Seeing that, the Abbot asked with a soft expression,
“Is there anything wrong with what this young disciple said?”
“…they insulted Shaolin!”
“It wasn’t the Shaolin Sect that was insulted, but your pride, right?”
“…”
The Abbot shook his head.
“The young disciple is right. The reason the sects have gathered here is to fight and spar with one another. How can we blame them just because the method and time they chose to do it wasn’t how we wanted it to be?”
“But the disciples of the Southern Island Sect were hurt!”
At Gong Hwa’s words, Chung Myung smiled and said,
“Then, the Southern Island Sect should be bringing this topic up. I don’t know why the monk is angry. The Southern Island Sect isn’t under the Shaolin Sect.”
“…”
Gong Hwa was so shocked that he forgot to blink and just looked at Chung Myung.
‘What is with him?’
Everyone around him had heard it.
So, from now on, if the Shaolin Sect protected the Southern Island Sect and blamed Mount Hua, it would appear as though the Southern Island Sect was incapable of handling their problems without seeking the help of the Shaolin Sect.
Even if that wasn’t the truth, how could the people who went after any gossip they could get their hands on miss this chance?
Gong Hwa suppressed his anger and looked at Chung Myung, who was driving him into a corner.
But sadly, Chung Myung wasn’t done yet.
“Ah, no. considering everything, let’s ask them directly. Yah, you men!”
“…”
Chung Myung looked at the Southern Island Sect’s disciples, and they all flinched.
“Are you going to take revenge for the spar with your own hands, or are you going to whine to the Shaolin Sect because you took a beating from us?”
All their faces turned white. The moment he said this, they all understood there was only one answer they could give.
It was better to be beaten than a weakling who whined.
And they were the ones who claimed to be the disciples of a prestigious sect… no, at this point, this was a normal choice for anyone in such a situation.
“O-Of course, we will take revenge with our own hands!”
“If we had used swords, you wouldn’t be here!”
“You better be prepared! We will not show any mercy!”
Chung Myung looked at Gong Hwa.
“…is what they said.”
“…”
This made Gong Hwa turn silent. If things were heading like this, then the Shaolin Sect had nothing to say.
Chung Myung said sternly,
“Kids mess around and use fists, and some might even get nosebleeds. And as if that was some huge thing for the Sect Leader to be called and when… eh. When did the Shaolin Sect turn into such a place? Am I wrong, Sect Leader Abbot?”
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
ActionThe 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...