The Shaolin hall had fallen silent.
‘That…’
‘Peng family…’
The crowd, preparing to cheer, were also at a loss for words at the sight in front of them.
It wasn’t so shocking that a disciple of Mount Hua had defeated the Peng family’s Peng Dowan.
Hadn’t they already shown their skills yesterday? Many of those gathered had already expected a triumphant victory.
Still, no one could speak because of what happened on stage,it was that shocking.
It wouldn’t have been so shocking if Baek Cheon had just blown the guy off the stage with a single hit, but he hadn’t done that. Instead, he had elected to beat his opponent like a dog.
Of course, only one thought came to their minds as they watched this scene unfold.
‘Is Mount Hua really that strong?’
‘The Peng Dowan of the Peng family was one-sidedly beaten?’
When the disciples of Mount Hua had taken down their opponents with a single blow, it felt like they were watching a drama, so they could laugh and enjoy it, but this was only rubbing it in all of their faces, and it felt much more different to watch.
Baek Cheon took down his opponent with perfect skills. No one could deny that.
When they saw Peng Dowan trembling on the floor, foaming in the mouth, a sense of reality seemed to crash down on them all.
“Isn’t Mount Hua winning it all?”
“Eh… but, they are the most reputable ones, the Nine Great sects and…”
“Isn’t the one lying down from one of the Five Great Families?”
“Uh, right.”
Now slowly, people began to feel the pressure. Perhaps the upward-blowing winds of Mount Hua weren’t going to end as simple gusts.
“Their reactions aren’t what I thought they would be,” said Baek Cheon, approaching Chung Myung.
“I think I showed them what we could do.”
“Kuahah.”
Chung Myung laughed at that,
“Our Dong-Ryong has grown up so much. Now you preach too!”
Baek Cheon’s eyes twitched at his comments.
“You grew out of being an annoying pimple.”
“Is that something to be proud of?”
“… not proud of.”
Baek Cheon coughed slowly and cooled his red face,
“But it is quieter than I thought it would be? Did I do something wrong?”
“Wrong?”
Chung Myung glanced around. The eyes of the shocked people were all focused on the disciples of Mount Hua.
Seeing their reactions, he smiled.
‘Right, it can’t end with just smiling and having fun.’
They had to see it clearly with their own eyes; they had to witness just how strong Mount Hua was. Just how outstanding its disciples were.
Everything they witnessed would spread through their mouths and to the world.
‘Kuak! To see this day come.’
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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...
