Hyun Jong’s mouth was hanging open as he looked at the stage.
“Uh…”
That?
It felt like his head was spinning. He was trying to think of something, but the thought wasn’t clearly forming in his mind.
Tang Gunak, who was sitting next to him, helped him out,
“Abbot, is that the Arahant Divine Fist?”
The Abbot smiled brightly at his question,
“I think Lord Tang has more insight than I thought, yes.”
Tang Gunak was a bit shocked by this1.
“Seventy-Two Art of Perfection.”
Previously, Hae Yeon only used the Seventy-Two Art of Perfection. He had already used one technique which would be hard to learn even if his entire life was spent on learning it.
It wasn’t just Tang Gunak who was shocked,
“Arahant Divine Fist.”
The other sect leaders looked at Hae Yeon with wide eyes.
Being able to use one technique at this young age wasn’t simply an area of talent. Shaolin was the most undeniable sect in the world.
Talented people from all over the world constantly knock on their nose to become the disciples of the Shaolin Sect.
Even the many geniuses who flocked under the title of ‘world class genius’ would have to devote their lives to mastering this Seventy-Two Art of Perfection. It was that difficult to learn.
But for this child to do both of these tough techniques? This made no sense.
Heo Do Jinin, the sect leader of Wudang, had a stiff face as he asked the Abbot,
“Abbot. If it isn’t too rude, may I ask how much of the Seventy-Two Art of Perfection did Disciple Hae Yeon learn?”
The Abbot smiled.
“Well, it isn’t much. Just a dozen or so.”
“…”
A chilly silence fell on the stage. Even the sect leaders of the Nine Great Sects One Union, who lead the world, were at a loss at the words of the Abbot.
‘Twelve?’
‘Oh my…’
In this creepy atmosphere, Heo Do Jinin bit his lip.
‘Fucking shit!’
It is only natural for a human who was bound to be the Abbot of the Shaolin to be this humble. But looking back at this situation, it felt like the ability to absorb everything was in this sect2.
Twelve.
They had never heard of anyone among the Shaolin disciples learning more than fifteen, ever.
Of course, surely there was a difference in skill for each person, but in the first place, this particular technique was known to be the most difficult to learn.
And it was impossible for a human to learn and understand twelve of them when he was still this young.
Monster.
They thought he was a genius, but no, he was a monster.
He was confident that this disciple would never lose.
And there was only one thing that Heo Do Jinin couldn’t understand the most till now.
It was that the Abbot had neglected Mount Hua too much.
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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...