Those who sin should be punished.
It was close enough to natural logic that there was no need to judge this idea as being right or wrong.
However, the reason why it has always been a subject of discussion, from ancient times to this very moment, was because an agreement on the appropriate level of punishment was never reached.
In that sense…
‘Even those who aren’t humans are given free rein.’
Jong Pal groaned lowly.
“This is…”
The moment he was about to express his slight dissatisfaction, a sharp response came back.
“Did you talk?”
“Are your eyes open?”
“Still breathing?”
“…”
He clenched his arms and shrugged at the words someone else was mumbling.
‘Isn’t this punishment too severe for the crime I committed?’
But he couldn’t even protest back.
Reason? Well, it was simple. Around him now, he, who once commanded a large group, could only see the muscular arms of big brothers! It was because there were a lot of people around.
Dark skin tanned by the sun.
Stout physique.
And broad shoulders with a rough face.
There was no reason not to doubt whether these disciples from a most prestigious sect were actually bandits who came down from their mountain.
To those who watched the Shaolin competition, this was a familiar sight, but this was still a shock for Jong Pal, who had just arrived at Shaolin the day before.
‘Are these people bandits who don’t touch mountains?’
At this point, the battle would start, and the bandits would slowly spread across the world and increase their presence.
Furthermore…
“Rolling your eyes? I will fucking pull them out.”
“You should thank the heavens that this is Shaolin. If it was Mount Hua, do you think you would have remained alive? You would have been buried under a plum tree.”
“The more I think about it, the angrier I get! I will roll you down from the topmost peak of Mount Hua!”
Toughness in this greenery. Jong Pal wiped his tears and bowed his head.
‘How did it end up like this?’
As soon as Hong Dae-Kwang came to Shaolin, he threw Jong Pal in the middle of these beastly monsters and didn’t even look back!
How can a man be this irresponsible? Still, if he is an elder of the Beggar’s Union, shouldn’t he be protecting him, a beggar?
What?
Isn’t he being too ignorant?
Uh… that is…
Jong Pal let out a low sigh.
‘Anyone with a sense of responsibility wouldn’t have become a beggar at all.’
Even if they had become a beggar, they would find another way to live well.
Just like that young bastard there.
Jong Pal’s eyes trembled violently as he watched something.
The three… no, Chung Myung was literally holding his opponent as if he was watching a dog.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AçãoThe 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...
