There was a small village on the peak of Dengfeng, which was in front of Mount Song, where Shaolin was located.
On this peak were many people who came to visit Shaolin.
Although Shaolin itself accommodated visitors and gave them most necessities, those who wanted to see Shaolin but did not follow the temple rules of Shaolin, flocked to the village below it.
Also, the Murim competition was currently ongoing, meaning Dengfeng was having a prosperous time.
“Here! Here is the tea from Luoyang! And warm bottles of wine! Come in quickly!”
“Here, one somen noodles!”
“Right! One minute!”
The staff took orders and carried food while running on their soles, all the while becoming sweaty.
The people who were seated together at the tables were all busy talking. And, of course, the topic was Mount Hua.
“Who could have imagined this at all?”
“Right. When the competition started, I thought Shaolin and Wudang would be the only fierce competition. If I had to add another sect, it would have been the Namgung family?”
“Right. Right.”
Those who were talking nodded their heads.
“But Shaolin has only one person remaining, and Wudang too, just one, and Namgung has none.”
“Hehehe. Everyone must be shocked.”
Subtle emotions flashed across their faces.
Watching the huge mountain, the Nine Great Sects, shake gave the people a weird feeling. It was a mixture of pleasure and anxiety.
Two emotions were now coexisting.
“But what if it goes on like this? Shouldn’t Mount Hua win?”
“Ah. As if that could happen?”
“It isn’t wrong to be optimistic. And Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon cannot not be called the best in the world. He is a monster.”
“Well, even if one was an elder of any sect, they couldn’t have taken down Namgung Dowi like that. The reputation of him being the best was no lie!”
“Then, wouldn’t Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon be the winner?”
When everyone was talking in an excited voice, one man cut them down,
“Still, he cannot win.”
Those who sat at this table looked at the fat man on the other side.
“Why do you think so?”
“Well, it is simple. Because this is Shaolin.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
The man shrugged his shoulders and said,
“You don’t think that Shaolin actually put this competition together for the sole purpose of bringing all the sects together, right? If Shaolin hadn’t been confident in winning this competition, they wouldn’t have organized it. Think about it. Lose now. What a disgrace that would be for them.”
“Umm.”
“I have heard it.”
The fat man nodded and continued,
“It is true that the performance of Mount Hua is surprising but winning is a whole different thing. Perhaps the victor will be by Shaolin’s Hae Yeon.”
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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...