‘This cannot be.’
The Abbot felt like his soul was being pulled out.
Everything was perfect.
The height of the Buddha’s Palm, which Hae Yeon unfolded, was not lacking. Of course, it could be described as blooming.
Just like a small flower, the palm, which was being used for the first time, was still not something that could be ignored.
But the disciple survived?
‘Just how?’
All the purity of Shaolin was entrusted to Hae Yeon, and they had taught him the best techniques after the war with the Demonic Sect.
A huge amount of effort went into this child.
To recover the pride which was wounded against the Demonic Sect and to stand firmly with their head held high, Shaolin risked everything for Hae Yeon.
But now, this child was being pushed back by a disciple of Mount Hua.
‘How can this be?’
Shaolin was the first and the best of the sects.
Shaolin had been able to maintain its position as the best in the world for hundreds of years due to its martial arts, which couldn’t be compared to those of the other sects.
But now Hae Yeon was being pushed back by a disciple of another sect?
‘It cannot be! This cannot happen!’
Moreover, wasn’t Chung Myung a third-class disciple of Mount Hua, which had fallen?
This shouldn’t be happening.
This competition was held for the world to know that Shaolin deserved the top spot among the sects.
“Hae Yeonnnnnn!”
The Abbot rose from his place and shouted, but then he saw it.
The sword of Chung Myung drew the most beautiful curve he had ever seen before.
He was the abbot who had devoted himself to performing the duties required of Shaolin’s sect leader, but in the end, he was someone who had devoted his life to learning martial arts.
Even if he had forsaken martial arts, there was no way his soul would forget it.
‘That is…’
His eyes looked at the sword of Chung Myung, which began to blur.
The hand holding the sword looked so natural, being wielded so amazingly.
If one swung the sword like that again and again, then they might even forget that they were holding a sword in the first place. It would be like having an extended arm. His sword was moving so naturally.
The weird sense which was rising in his body disappeared over time. And the eyes of Chung Myung turned more serious.
Shaolin showed what they held.
Through Hae Yeon, they proved that they were building up a kid through the efforts of the past hundred years.
But it was all in vain.
‘All for just that?’
The sword of Mount Hua was thrown away for the sake of being on top?
So he had to show them.
What they threw away.
The ones they had abandoned.
The beginning was on a circular path.
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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...