“Finals.”
“Fuck. It is the finals.”
“…no. If you think about it, this is quite expected.”
The disciples of Mount Hua shook their heads when they looked at Chung Myung dozing off in the corner.
“He is really not a human.”
If one thought about it, all those who were expected to win this competition had been knocked out.
Namgung Dowi was smashed by the hands of Chung Myung, and even Jin Geum-Ryong of the Southern Edge was smashed down by Baek Cheon.
Only Wudang was able to get good results. But, in the end, they couldn’t cross the quarter-finals, and even the Hebei Peng Family was defeated by Yu Yiseol.
In general, all martial arts competitions were like this.
If those who were evaluated to have been the strongest climb up and win the contest, where is the fun in that?
The martial arts competitions were always accompanied by surprises and newly found warriors.
This was why men were most passionate about such things.
In the end, what remained at the end was Chung Myung, who was from an underrated sect, and Hae Yeon, who was nothing more than an enigma even before the competition began.
Who the hell could have even thought about this?
“He is a monster, for real.”
“I wonder if that guy is even human.”
The disciples of Mount Hua were groaning, but their faces were full of pride.
Why wouldn’t they be?
The monster of Mount Hua was turning into the monster of the world.
“Everyone in the world has to suffer once in a while.”
“That way, they will know how we felt.”
Baek Cheon, who heard their conversation, grinned. But his heart wasn’t much different.
‘So this is happening for real.’
It was surprisingly not easy to do something which was taken for granted.
However, until this moment, Chung Myung had done everything without creating trouble, and soon the finals were upon them.
How much had changed during this time?
Mount Hua was treated as a fallen sect until it came to Shaolin. Even with the track record of beating the Southern Edge sect, they were given just a gold letter.
Even after coming to Shaolin, until the competition started, no one expected anything from them.
But now, all the sects were focusing on Mount Hua.
Even at this moment, gifts were piled up in their residence, and as they walked down the streets, people would recognize them from their uniforms.
There were times when they felt a bit embarrassed by the gazes, which they weren’t used to, but they indeed liked it.
‘The fact that we managed to gain some fame makes a huge difference.’
It seemed that he could understand why strong men would fight with swords for the sake of fame.
In Kangho, fame wasn’t something you just felt proud of. Fame gives you a voice, and that leads to victory and power.
Just as how Shaolin dictated everything here, now the people who saw Mount Hua would feel the same pressure from the name of Mount Hua.
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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...