Those eyes.
A cold gaze pressed down on Lee Song-Baek.
The moment those eyes looked at him, Lee Song-Baek was filled with a sensation he had never felt before.
A feeling as if a sharply forged dagger was touching his heart.
‘Just how…’
He thought he knew enough.
Who was he dealing with now?
But the moment he saw those cold eyes, Lee Song-Baek’s thoughts became twisted.
‘Maybe I didn’t know everything about him?’
Clench!
“Ugh.”
As Chung Myung lowered his sword, Lee Song-Baek looked at the guy and screamed,
“What are you looking at?”
As the cold voice reached for Lee Song-Baek, Chung Myung said,
“There is nothing easier than talking. But putting it into practice is another matter. What are you going to do now?”
Bang!
Chung Myung slammed his sword into Lee Song-Baek, making the guy helplessly fly backward like a leaf swept up by a storm.
Kwang!
He fell to the ground and got back up right away.
His body was trembling.
When he raised his head, he saw Chung Myung’s figure slowly approach with a sword in hand.
Lee Song-Baek bit his lip hard.
‘Is there anyone else in the world who is that good with that form?’
Chung Myung spoke with a sullen look,
“Swinging your sword ten thousand times daily isn’t that difficult.”
He kept approaching slowly,
“But the world isn’t static. Sometimes it rains, and sometimes it snows, and maybe even sometimes you will meet someone like me. Then will you keep swinging your sword after meeting someone like me?”
“…”
Lee Song-Baek looked at the sword of Chung Myung and said,
“I don’t know.”
Chung Myung’s sword struck him violently.
Woong!
Lee Song-Baek suppressed a groan and moved his sword forward to block the next strike from Chung Myung.
“There is nothing that cannot be done.”
Kuaaak!
Chung Myung’s sword fell on Lee Song-Baek once again. His sword was bending as if it would break, and his hands were screaming in pain.
His hands that were holding the sword were starting to trickle blood, and the lip he was biting was also bleeding, leaving the taste of iron in his mouth.
Chung Myung looked at him with an indifferent expression.
The absence of his usual expressionless appearance made the heart of Lee Song-Baek stiffen.
At that moment, Chung Myung pulled back the sword he was holding and stepped back. But then he tried to strike Lee Song-Baek with his sword again.
A precise move with no wasted movement. A sword that was brought down in a slash.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 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...
