“Ahhhh! You damned moron!”
As Jo Gul screamed and lay flat on his back, Chung Myung burst into laughter.
“It is good to work and train at the same time! You have been active in the competition, so why are you trying to get yourself to live a lazy life? I will never see it until mud covers my eyes!”
“Mud? Will it work if it is mud?”
With a shout, Baek Cheon jumped up from below and grabbed the mud on the ground as he rushed to Chung Myung. But as soon as he ran into him, he kicked Chung Myung, only to fall back down the cliff.
“Ahhhkkk!”
Hearing the distant screams, everyone bowed their heads.
‘I will never forget the courage you showed, Sasuk.’
‘That man is also getting less and less smart with each day.’
‘Does he want to live?’
Chung Myung clicked his tongue when he saw it.
“Tch. Tch. Everyone keeps falling for this.”
Chung Myung drank some of his alcohol and jumped off the cart. The other disciples who climbed up the cliff together fell to the ground, unable to raise their heads, perhaps in exhaustion.
Un Am couldn’t stand it in the end, and asked,
“Chung Myung.”
“Uh?”
“Isn’t there an easier way to do this?”
“Eh. Then there would be no practice.”
“…”
Ah.
Right. It was only natural for him to respond like this. Un Am realized what it meant for Chung Myung to return.
“A-anyway, it is good you have come back.”
“Yes, Sasuk. We…”
Chung Myung, who was about to say something, went silent as he frowned. And then approached the Baek disciples and Chung disciples, who were lined behind Un Am.
Everyone held their breath, not knowing what to do, and Chung Myung reached out and poked the thighs and forearms of the disciples in a row and frowned further.
“No, what did you do when I was away so that your body muscle has been cut in half?”
“…”
Cut down in half?
These kids looked like bandits, but they were half shrunken…
What did he mean when their muscles were all bulging?
“If you had done the training I said, this wouldn’t have happened right?”
“Uh…true… but…”
A look of shame appeared on their faces. Unfortunately, they had no excuse to give.
“Right. Well, people should take a break.”
“R-right?”
“But I do not know if the people behind me will think so.”
“… Uh?”
It was because all those who had climbed up the cliff with his carts were staring at them with eyes full of poison.
“While we were all like this, you all played and ate comfortably?”
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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...
