“Kids, calm down…”
Hud!
“No, don’t keep aiming…”
Thud!
“Don’t take them down with one hit, you bastards!”
Thud!
Despite Baek Cheon’s desperate cry, the momentum of Mount Hua’s disciples didn’t stop.
The spectators, who were only just cheering for the wins at first, began to look at the disciples of Mount Hua with shocked eyes.
“What is this?”
“Ah, no… how are all the matches the same?”
Now everyone was carefully watching those with the black robes and plum blossom symbol.
‘This time too?’
Whenever they saw a disciple of Mount Hua standing on the stage, they were filled with anticipation and shock.
Receiving such burdensome gazes, Yoon Jong looked at the sky.
‘Something is different from what I had thought.’
Putting aside the gazes on him…
“E-Eik!”
“…”
Yoon Jong looked at his opponent with a frown.
‘This one too?’
Their legs were stuck firm to the ground, their hand clenching onto the sword too tightly. And their shoulders… Ugh, they looked so stiff, like the bones of their shoulders could pop out of their sockets at any moment.
Although his opponent had the will to not fly out with just one hit…
‘You won’t be able to show your skills either.’
Of course, his opponent couldn’t be blamed. If Yoon Jong were in his position, he would have felt the same.
Even Gong Cho was looking at Yoon Jong with much expectation.
Since he was a disciple of Mount Hua, they were asking him to show them something impressive.
Even the referees, who were meant to be impartial, were looking at him with anticipation, so it was obvious that this disciple from another sect would feel burdened to not lose in one hit. On the other hand, Yoon Jong was saddled with showing something impressive.
Yoon Jong clenched his sword at those burdensome eyes.
No matter who his opponent was or the situation, it wasn’t impossible for him to show his skills.
If that is the case, it was better not to hear that ghost’s nagging.
He relaxed his grip on his sword. And again, the important thing wasn’t showing his strength but not being nervous.
Yoon Jong took a deep breath and looked at his opponent.
Calm down… calm down…
“Start!”
Gong Cho yelled out, and his opponent ran at him, their sword raised as high as possible.
The swift and sharp sword flew at him, yet his opponent was still stiff in face and form.
‘As expected of the Diancang Sect!’
A sword that was worthy of its prestigious name.
But…
‘It feels strange.’
Oddly enough, Yoon Jong didn’t feel threatened by his opponent’s sword. Was the force of his opponent dulled?
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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...
