Through the throbbing pain, Hae Yeon grabbed his chin.
But right now, he was more shocked at the hit than the resulting pain.
‘I couldn’t stop it.’
Shaolin’s combat arts were known to be the best. Rather than knocking down their opponents, their combat took priority in establishing their own balance and core power when blocking the attack of their opponent.
And Hae Yeon was praised for having mastered this, whereas the others were somewhat lacking. But then he got hit by the first punch of his opponent?
‘A surprise attack?’
No. It wasn’t that.
There was no such thing as a surprise attack. How could a surprise attack exist when both were bound to fight here?
It was skill.
Confused, Hae Yeon decided to wait. In that moment, he felt something behind him.
“Hae Yeon.”
He flinched as he looked back at the stern voice.
The Abbot was looking at him with cold eyes,
“Calm down! You are Hae Yeon of Shaolin!”
Hae Yeon bit his lip as he got up. Standing straight, he looked straight at Chung Myung and took his stance. All he saw was Chung Myung looking at him with cold eyes.
Even his body felt cold.
‘Why?’
Hae Yeon couldn’t understand this. He was a disciple of Shaolin.
The people who became his rivals were first-class disciples of Shaolin. Even elders would guide him.
But…
‘Why am I feeling pressure that I don’t even feel when facing the elders.’
Was it because he trained with his elders while this was a proper spar?
Was it because he was finally feeling the pressure of coming to the finals?
Could anything explain this situation?
‘… if it isn’t that…’
Hae Yeon bit his lip.
It couldn’t be.
That couldn’t happen. When he thought using his common sense, did it make sense to say that the opponent in front of him was stronger than his elders from Shaolin?
He had to be the same as any warrior. A warrior, the third-class disciple Chung Myung could not be better than the elders of Shaolin, who had been cultivating their techniques since their birth.
In the end!
‘The reason my heart is shaken is because I am lacking.’
If he had been cautious he wouldn’t have been attacked by Chung Myung. And even if the attack had come, he wouldn’t have suffered so much confusion.
“Amitabha.”
Hae Yeon calmed his mind and took his stance.
He spread his legs slightly wider than his shoulders, and pulled his left hand to the side, keeping his right hand, palm open, in front of his chest.
Half Palm Form.
It was the fundamental form of Shaolin Martial Arts, and it was the starting point of most of their combat arts.
As he took a familiar form, his thoughts disappeared, and his heart began to calm down.
‘I…’
He took a deep breath.
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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...