“Surrender?”
“…. Surrender? At this point?”
The sect leaders and the family heads were all shocked at this. And they looked toward the stage with blank faces.
‘W-what… is this?’
‘Oh my…. Isn’t this like saying that all this doesn’t matter?’
This surrender…
It was unprecedented.
Looking back and thinking, they had never seen a person who had so clearly won surrender.
‘Isn’t it normal to try to make it to the finals even if it means having a leg or arm cut off?’
Then what was this surrender?
Even the sect leaders of the sects who had gone through almost everything to groom their disciples for this couldn’t understand.
“W-what happens now?”
When someone asked, everyone turned to Heo Do Jinin. With the Abbot not here, he was the next person in charge.
Heo Do Jinin looked at the sect leaders and Chung Myung with a bit of a puzzled face and burst into laughter,
“Whatever has to happen will happen. Hae Yeon won.”
“…No, whoever says that….”
“Then what do you want to do? The victor withdrew before the winner was declared.”
‘It won’t be accepted. He actually won.’
Is that what they expected him to say?
“Huh…”
They all exchanged glances.
“Will the spectators be able to accept this?”
“They cannot.”
“Then…”
But no one could say anything because them having that conversation here made no sense.
It was so absurd that even they couldn’t do anything to solve the confusion.
In the end, this was a situation that was clearly visible.
‘… was there such a man?’
‘The authority falls onto Shaolin again.’
It was disgraceful to be the runner-up in their own competition. Of course, the other sects would be silent, but Shaolin was the one who held it. And being the runner-up would hurt their pride.
And would Shaolin give up the authority given to them by the rightful winner, the one who had very clearly won?
This was no different than pouring shit on the face of Shaolin.
Heo Do Jinin couldn’t hide how absurd he found the situation, so he glanced at Chung Myung.
‘Has anyone ever given such disgrace to Shaolin?’
Even if he tried to think back, he couldn’t remember it.
It was so embarrassing that the person who did this to Shaolin wasn’t Wudang or the Demonic Sect but a young disciple of Mount Hua.
“Hahahaha!”
At that moment, a roaring wave of laughter came from the other side.
Heo Do Jinin, who turned, frowned.
‘Tang Gunak?’
Tang Gunak was the head of the Tang family who was smiling brightly, holding his stomach.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AksiyonThe 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...
