Chung Myung clicked his tongue as he looked down at the fallen Namgung Dowi.
“Still, kids these days.”
Uh!
In the old days, if one were angry, they would bring in a stone the size of a man and then swing their sword a thousand times, hui?
Even if made to roll around a steep cliff, bareback, made to train with our sword, we would still have said, ‘Ah, so refreshing’ at the end.
And what are you with weak legs?
The Emperor Sword technique?
Emperor Sword techniqueeeee?!!?!!!?!!?!
“Don’t hit just the head.”
Ah, already awake?
“Uh.”
Chung Myung turned back as if he didn’t like this.
This was why he didn’t like geniuses or people described as such. Because there were many people obsessed with the pleasure of moving a step further faster than others, so much so that they failed to look at their feet and recognize the speed they moved at.
They would only realize what they had missed when they met someone like Lee Song-Baek.
To be honest, there is no reason for me to tell you, but…
‘Why?’
Well, I have no interest in the Namgung family at all, so I don’t need to put up with such people. I am already busy teaching in Mount Hua. Why would I care about you?!
Chung Myung walked down the stage, whistling, as shouts poured in for him.
“Kuaak!”
“Kuaaak!”
“Ackkkk!”
Chung Myung tilted his head as he saw his sahyungs giving him a thumbs up.
“Why? So embarrassing.”
“It is such a good thing! That was the Namgung family!”
Jo Gul spoke with admiration.
“Namgung Dowi, the Single-Edge Sword1 of the Namgung family, wasn’t he the one considered to win this competition?”
“For one, I wonder If you eat the same food as us!”
Chung Myung smiled at the intense reaction which came from his win.
“It was nothing great…”
“No. A great thing is a great thing.”
“It was really amazing, Chung Myung!”
Chung Myung’s lips slowly began to twitch,
“No. Well, that child wasn’t much…”
“But that child was from the Namgung family, which means he is no ordinary person, right?”
“Kuaaah. That was freaking cool. Chung Myung, you did an amazing job!”
“… hehehe.”
Chung Myung scratched the back of his head.
It wasn’t a huge deal, but such things made him feel nice.
“He might die from happiness.”
“Dong-Ryong, shut it.”
“…”
Baek Cheon went silent. Shrugging his shoulders, Chung Myung sat down and took a piece of jerky from the bag next to him.
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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...
