The disciples of the Southern Edge Sect looked toward the stage with trembling eyes.
‘Was he that strong?’
They had thought that they had seen the end of Chung Myung’s power. Even though their Jin Geum-Ryong was taken down by that man, they thought they had seen the true extent of his powers.
But what Chung Myung showed them now was much different from what they had seen previously. He now looked like a wall… no, it was really a cliff that could never be climbed. A cliff so incredibly tall it would be impossible to see the ledge as it was covered by clouds.
That was what Chung Myung represented for the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect.
But….
“Sajae…”
“Sahyung…”
Yet there he was.
A person who had attempted to climb this cliff, something that most people wouldn’t have even dared to consider. The disciples couldn’t take their eyes off Lee Song-Baek.
‘We ignored you too much.’
Jong Seohan bit his lip.
He ridiculed this child, saying he didn’t want to accept his new obsession with that old form.
Previously, they had thought that this man, who was acknowledged as one of the strongest disciples of the sect, had found a comfortable excuse just because he had stumbled once. But they now knew that they were wrong.
Lee Song-Baek was just walking on his own path, despite them all looking at him with contempt.
“The Winner is Mount Hua’s Chung Myung!”
The results were announced, but it was a voice filled with fear, which changed nothing. The Southern Edge, Mount Hua, and even the audience were all silent as they looked at the stage.
“Tch.”
Chung Myung carried the fallen Lee Song-Baek on his shoulders and walked to the side of the Southern Edge Sect.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Seeing him approach, the eyes of the Southern Edge disciples shined with confusion. Chung Myung finally stopped and asked,
“What are you all doing?”
“…”
“You don’t want him?”
Shaken out of their stupor, the disciples all ran forward to take care of Lee Song-Baek.
All their faces were contorted at the sight of the wounds, which looked more serious than they had expected.
‘Sajae…’
Jong Seohan clenched his fist.
Normally he would have yelled at Chung Myung. He would have shouted at the guy for acting this cruelly, but he couldn’t do that now.
Because that would be an insult to Lee Song-Baek.
“Take Sajae inside! Hurry!”
“Yes, Sahyung!”
The disciples carefully gathered up Lee Song-Baek and headed inside as Jong Seohan looked at Chung Myung,
Jin Geum-Ryong was still unconscious. This was also a situation where their elders would step out. In that case, he should take up their role.
But what was he supposed to say?
Jong Seohan hesitated, unable to organize his thoughts, but Chung Myung spoke first,
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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...