“Martial arts are all strange things.”
Chung Myung mumbled as he watched the spar.
“Being close to death and training every day doesn’t necessarily make one strong. The training is painful; it is like climbing a wall one is not meant to climb.”
“… Chung Myung.”
“But if you put up with it and endure all of that, your time will come. The moment when the shell which surrounds you breaks down. If you cannot see that moment, you cannot see things clearly. And an unbloomed bud will never become a flower. Only when it blooms can the bud be called a flower.”
That was what flowering meant.
The birth of new life.
Chung Myung knew the kind of time Baek Cheon had spent on himself.
No matter how strong and stubborn he was, it was Baek Cheon who was struggling. It took more than patience to get through each day’s training, all the while being cursed and beaten by Chung Myung.
But Baek Cheon would endure all of this without a single word.
The person who was considered the hope for Mount Hua threw away his pride and didn’t hesitate to even crawl on the floor to get stronger.
Chung Myung believed in Baek Cheon’s will.
‘Show me.’
How far has Mount Hua come?
What kind of flowers will start to bloom after a century?
Chung Myung’s gaze followed Baek Cheon’s every move.
It was weird; it appeared as if Baek Cheon’s mind was fully taken by it.
His body moved with supreme speed, even as his entire body began to heat up. All the while, his mind was calm.
‘Tranquillity of Stillness.’
He had heard that too many times, and it had been engraved countless times into his mind. Even so, it seemed like he understood something he had failed to understand before.
It wasn’t weird.
He thought he knew most things.
He couldn’t feel the pain, and the sword moved as his heart wanted it to move.
Seeing things?
No.
He was feeling things.
Swish!
Jin Geum-Ryong’s sword barely missed his forehead.
Shhh.
The ends of his hair were cut off and scattered by the wind. However, Baek Cheon didn’t blink an eye and clearly saw all of this.
He was able to really know.
The distance between him and Jin Geum-Ryong. The gap between the sword tip and his body.
The instant he saw the path of Jin Geum-Ryong, and saw where his brother was aiming, it felt like everything fell under the control of Baek Cheon.
-Knowing me isn’t everything.
‘He was right.’
-The sword is what you fight with. You don’t need enemies to perfect yourself. However, no one in history has ever perfected themself by being stuck on a mountain and wielding their sword alone.
‘That is also true.’
-The body concentrates on the sword, but the eyes need to look at an opponent. The sword is nothing more than an item being swung in the air when the enemy or I don’t exist. If you really want to understand the sword, understand the enemy.
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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...