ROMHS Chap 151 - 350

CHAPTER 295:I Will Always Be Your Wall (5)

“Sasuk!”

“S-sahyung!”

“Damn it!”

The disciples from Mount Hua all shouted at the sight of blood that splattered onto the stage.

Jo Gul, Yoon Jong, and even Yu Yiseol jumped up, looking shocked.

The only person still seated was Chung Myung, who was looking toward the stage with cold eyes.

‘He got excited.’

Sword techniques had obvious uses and clear timing.

If an opponent could be taken down with a strong technique, then there was no need for anything else, and how often one used their technique at the right time was a clear indication of skill.

Just then, Baek Cheon had made a mistake.

The Plum Blossom Sword was a splendid technique.

However, that sword technique took time and distance to bloom properly. If someone tried to make a splendid charge against a swift sword, then they could die.

“He must know that for sure,” grunted Chung Myung.

There was no way that Baek Cheon was unaware of this. The theories of sword techniques were explained countless times. From an objective point of view, there was no way Baek Cheon, who was a nerd, wouldn’t know that.

One, he got too caught up in the moment, which made him forget what he clearly knew. And two, this had also negatively affected his judgment.

If his opponent wasn’t Jin Geum-Ryong, but another disciple from Southern Edge or of any other prestigious sect, Baek Cheon would have never made such a mistake.

As this was Jin Geum-Ryong, Baek Cheon couldn’t hold his usual calm.

“That idiot.”

Chung Myung looked at the stage with a stiff face. And at that time, Jo Gul habitually called for Chung Myung,

“C-Chung Myung!”

“Don’t make a fuss!”

But Chung Myung was unusually silent.

“Even though sasuk is usually this stupid, he only seems to care about his self-esteem and pride and talks nonsense only to cause unnecessary accidents for us, or he acts all cheeky!”

“… it would be better if you just cursed, you idiot!”

“Still, he is a swordsman, so he must endure that wound.”

Unlike usual, his gaze was cold.

“If he can lift his sword, he will not lose. That idiot should know that too.”

At that time, Jo Gul gulped as he turned to look at Baek Cheon, who was clutching his wrist, which was bleeding.

‘Sasuk.’

Jo Gul looked at Baek Cheon, trying to stop the blood from flowing.

The terrible pain in his wrist. Baek Cheon pressed the wound with his other hand to stop the bleeding.

‘Was I careless?’

No, it wasn’t carelessness.

This was arrogance. Right. He was being arrogant.

‘I knew my opponent was strong.’

He had moved forward without a thought, but when dealing with such a person, one must ponder their decisions before making a move.