Chapter 31 : Chapter 31

Chapter 31. Overwhelmingly (2)

‘What is this?’

Seeing the first-class disciples of Mount Hua stepping forward with reluctant expressions, Han Cheong-un smirked.

Given their position, it would be difficult to refuse an order given by Hyun Myeong.

Unless they are prepared to abandon their status as disciples of the Mount Hua Sect, what can they do?

I expected them to step forward.

However, the problem is…….

‘If she steps forward too, it becomes a headache?’

He was reluctant about Baek Sua’s intervention.

Her skill is one thing, but he didn't want to face weapons against her, who once fought risking her life at a single command of his.

However…….

“Baek Sua! You step forward too!”

Hyun Myeong gave an order to Baek Sua, who was watching from behind.

Han Cheong-un sighed.

If it’s like this, there’s no choice.

An Elder of Mount Hua gave the order directly; what disciple could openly refuse this?

There is no one.

“I refuse.”

Look. Can’t refu…….

“Huh?”

Han Cheong-un made a blank expression, and so did the others.

Especially Hyun Myeong, who gave the order directly, made a face as if he had heard wrong.

But Baek Sua clearly stated her intention again.

“I cannot follow Elder’s opinion.”

The moment he heard those words, clear anger appeared on Hyun Myeong’s face.

“Baek Sua! Are you daring to disobey a senior of the sect?”

“I judged that I should prioritize the order given by the Sect Leader over the order given by Elder.”

“That judgment is not for you to make. I am the representative of Mount Hua leading this group under the Sect Leader’s orders.”

“I cannot acknowledge that.”

“You have gone crazy.”

Enormous qi boils up from Hyun Myeong’s body.

Hyun Myeong looked like he would strike Baek Sua at any moment.

However…….

“Elder. Currently, the Purple Mist Divine Sword is in my hand.”

Instantly, Hyun Myeong’s body flinched.

And Baek Sua continued to speak…….

“The Purple Mist Divine Sword is our Mount Hua’s divine object. If a figure of the current generation of Mount Hua holds this sword in hand, they represent Mount Hua’s authority.”

“Eek……. Are you truly…….”

“As the current owner of the Purple Mist Divine Sword, I cannot follow the instructions given by Elder. Still, if you really wish to give me an order…….”

Baek Sua took a step forward and spoke.

“Try with your skill.”

The mouths of those inside the Secret Cave collectively dropped open.

Right now, so…….

What is this situation?

“Is it correct that a first-class disciple of Mount Hua challenged an Elder of Mount Hua to a fight?”

Dang Jin summarized it well.

Right. That is correct.

But is something like this usually called a challenge?

The word immorality seems more appropriate?

Hyun Myeong also seemed more absurd than angry.

Then…….

“Th…… How dare…….”

Ah, it seems he is pissed off after all.

Hyun Myeong bringing his hand to his sword.

Baek Sua also brings her hand to her sword, seemingly having no intention of backing down.

Just as such rare immorality of the Mount Hua Sect was about to happen…….

“Let’s keep the order first.”

Han Cheong-un naturally intervened between the two.

It was a dangerous act, but at his overly composed steps, both people only flinched their shoulders slightly.

And in that state, he spoke…….

“Wasn't the flow supposed to be me and Hero Yun fighting first?”

At those words, Yun Sang stepped forward and spoke.

“Elder. You can reprimand Junior Sister’s fault later.”

“Hmm…….”

“Should we show the sect’s bad side while outsiders are watching?”

“Groan…….”

Certainly, it is as he says.

Rather than Hyun Myeong stepping forward himself, it is best for the picture if Yun Sang subdues Han Cheong-un.

“Good. I will leave it to you.”

“Thank you.”

Yun Sang stepped forward to Han Cheong-un after bowing politely.

“Sorry to make you wait.”

“It is fine. You guys are also suffering a lot. Well.”

“…….”

Yun Sang felt sad about his situation where he couldn't even deny that sympathetic gaze.

He drew his sword and spoke.

“Let’s settle this one-on-one between you and me.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“If you are reluctant, Young Master Dang in the back may join.”

At Yun Sang’s words, Han Cheong-un smirked and thought.

‘Ah, this person is serious.’

He is saying he will face him alone sincerely.

Even including Dang Jin.

Well, right. It is understandable to think so.

If it is a first-class disciple of Mount Hua, it is a time when one’s capability as a martial artist is heading towards maturity.

It is a time when one is slowly escaping the promotional talent label of a prodigy and treated as a real main force of the sect.

In his eyes, Han Cheong-un was a child not yet of age, and Dang Jin was a young man who looked to be just about the age of a prodigy.

At least compared to those who obtained the titles of dragon or phoenix, he would be the Tang Clan’s prodigal young master who is far lacking.

However…….

“Hero Yun Sang.”

“Speak.”

“Stop talking nonsense and come at me together with the other three.”

At Han Cheong-un’s words, Yun Sang’s eyebrows twitched.

Just now, what did he hear…….

“Just now, ugh…….”

Momentarily.

Yun Sang, who was about to argue, took a step back without realizing it.

Han Cheong-un’s aura changed.

Then Yun Sang widened the distance without realizing it.

And looking down at his arm reflexively, goosebumps had risen there.

And Han Cheong-un spoke…….

“You guys. Even though I say numerous times that I am the Sect Leader of the Ultimate Path Gate, it seems you don't even treat me as a Sect Leader…….”

Han Cheong-un, who walked forward slowly, lowered the spear on his shoulder obliquely diagonally, aimed at the enemy, and took a stance.

Relaxing the whole body and centering slightly downward.

In that state, Han Cheong-un glared at the four first-class disciples of Mount Hua and spoke.

“I will show you with this opportunity.”

As if those words were not a joke, aura flowed faintly from Han Cheong-un’s body.

At such appearance of Han Cheong-un, Yun Sang also made up his mind to be serious and corrected his stance…….

“Hmm?”

Peoeong!

The next moment.

Yun Sang lost Han Cheong-un’s movement.

He just felt that the figure of Han Cheong-un he was looking at expanded.

And he received a shock as if hit by a horse.

“Keuk…….”

Fortunately, he blocked it with his sword.

But honestly, it was luck.

He didn't know what or how he was attacked, but the sword placed at the center just blocked the opponent’s attack on its own.

Still, Yun Sang is also a first-class disciple of Mount Hua.

As soon as he set foot on the ground, he immediately took a stance and glared ahead.

Even if he lost the initiative, the match is still…….

‘Uh?’

There is nothing.

Yun Sang’s thinking stopped for a moment at the fact that there was no opponent to burn his fighting spirit against in front of him.

What made his consciousness move again was…….

“Do you still think you can do it alone?”

Han Cheong-un’s voice heard from behind.

Yun Sang’s body cooled down coldly.

His back was completely taken.

He, a first-class disciple of Mount Hua, against a child not yet of age.

It was not an exaggeration to say he was already dead.

However…….

“I will give you a chance. Everyone come at me together.”

Han Cheong-un gave Yun Sang a chance.

As if a senior with much higher hierarchy was disciplining a childish junior.

Despite that intention being conveyed clearly, Yun Sang was not angry.

Apart from age and sect, looking purely at skill alone…….

‘He is qualified.’

Hierarchy and the sect’s prestige.

Although all that is called power and skill in the Jianghu, it is merely an additional element to the end.

Leaving aside orthodox and unorthodox, the real skill of a martial artist was eventually the martial power possessed in one’s body.

Confirming that Yun Sang could not handle it alone, the other first-class disciples also drew their swords and stepped forward.

“You said it first.”

“Do not resent us.”

On the way here, these were the disciples of Mount Hua who maintained an appropriate distance from Han Cheong-un and looked at him like a cow looking at a chicken.

But right now, at this moment, they treated Han Cheong-un as the Sect Leader of a sect.

No, it might just be pure courtesy and admiration towards someone stronger than themselves.

And Han Cheong-un…….

“Good.”

Raising the corners of his mouth slightly, he spread one hand forward, held the spear with the other hand, and lifted it obliquely behind his waist to take a stance.

And…….

“Come.”

Simultaneously as this word fell, the four first-class disciples of Mount Hua jumped towards Han Cheong-un at the same time.

Kwakwakwakwa…….

It seemed spring had come momentarily inside the narrow and dark Secret Cave.

The Plum Blossom Sword Qi emitted by the four swordsmen filled the narrow and dark Secret Cave.

It was truly a riot of a hundred flowers.

Sword qi so beautiful that one would be bewitched just by looking overflowed in all directions.

People think Mount Hua’s sword qi is an illusion sword focusing on splendor.

That statement itself is not wrong.

Definitely, Mount Hua’s sword is also sword qi pursuing the extreme of illusion.

However…….

‘Every single one of those plum blossom petals is fatal sword qi.’

It didn't focus only on illusion.

Hidden in every single plum blossom petal that seemed to flutter lightly at a glance was fatal power.

Therefore, Han Cheong-un did not despise that attack and responded one by one.

Dodging, parrying, deflecting…….

Han Cheong-un’s spear moved ceaselessly and secured his own space that the Plum Blossom Sword Qi could not invade.

The Martial Theory of Eight Trigrams begins with establishing a definite world centered on oneself.

No matter what opponent is the enemy, the major premise is not to retreat first and to keep one’s position.

“Heup!”

Matching the dazzling attacks of the Plum Blossom Swordsmen, Han Cheong-un’s spear also moved even faster.

If the attacks of the Plum Blossom Swordsmen were splendid, Han Cheong-un’s spear seemed to express the peak of accuracy and conciseness.

Linking basic movements of simply stabbing, parrying, and blocking at high speed, Han Cheong-un firmly kept his position even against the fierce attacks unfolded by the four Plum Blossom Swordsmen.

Rather…….

“Keuk…….”

“Ugh…….”

Han Cheong-un’s counterattacks stabbing like flashes here and there were threatening enough to the disciples of Mount Hua.

The aspect of the confrontation was not just a tight balance.

Clearly, Han Cheong-un was seizing the initiative.

Dealing with four first-class disciples of Mount Hua.

Peoeok!

“Keoeok!”

“Yun Hong!”

Yun Sang was appalled.

Eventually, one of the Junior Brothers allowed a blow to the solar plexus and flew backwards.

He accurately allowed a blow that flew aiming for a momentary gap.

“How dare…….”

Yun Sang ground his teeth.

Since they dared to see blood against a disciple of Mount Hua, it was not the time to show mercy in his hand techniques anymore.

He jumped high and rushed towards Han Cheong-un at once just like that.

Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Hands.

Plum Blossom Falling Flash.

Instantly, Yun Sang’s body rushed towards Han Cheong-un like a meteor falling from the sky.

Han Cheong-un glanced at that attack and…….

‘Did he throw a winning move? Good judgment.’

It is an attack launched disregarding his own safety.

If he tries to receive that, inevitably a fight of power against power will occur.

The problem is that there is no way other swordsmen of Mount Hua would miss the gap of the moment occurring like that.

A blow thrown hoping for the group’s victory by using himself as bait.

Certainly, this is a little tricky.

‘Just a very little, that is.’

“Phew…….”

Han Cheong-un spat out a short breath and organized his qi.

Then…….

Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear.

Taishan’s Firm Stance.

Kwaaaang!

He received the opponent’s attack head-on with a martial art of hard against hard.

“Keuk…….”

Yun Sang frowned at the numbness felt at his fingertips.

Even though he definitely stabbed the opponent, the feeling felt in his hand was a repulsive force as if stabbing a giant rock that endured a thousand years.

But it is fine.

Even if his attack didn't achieve results…….

“Now!”

“Take this!”

Because the other two Junior Brothers will do their part.

An ambush aiming for the gap of the opponent who entered a contest of strength of hard against hard.

Originally, it would be something a disciple of a prestigious Orthodox Sect should never do, but now is not a venue of duel comparing martial arts but a venue of actual combat.

‘Don’t resent me for being heartless……. Umm!’

Instantly, Yun Sang was flustered.

Energy drained away with a ‘seureureuk’ from Han Cheong-un’s body, which was contesting strength against strength with him.

Han Cheong-un’s aura itself changed.

From the appearance enduring like a hard rock to like the water of a calmly stagnant lake.

Then…….

Peopeong!

Right after, the attacks of the two Junior Brothers pierced Han Cheong-un.

No, to be exact, it only looked like that.

Han Cheong-un’s figure, which rippled as if touching the ripples of a lake, returned to normal before anyone knew.

Their attacks had missed, and Han Cheong-un was preparing a posture for counterattack in that state.

And the attack extending out could not be discussed as fast or slow.

Just a horrifyingly smooth attack.

A perfectly refined thrust where nothing superfluous could be found.

An attack where the starting point to respond could not be found even while plainly visible to the eyes.

The result…….

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk.

Three thrusts accurately touched the necks of Yun Sang and the other two disciples and returned.

If he pushed in just an inch more, he could have pierced their necks, but he didn't do so and showed mercy in his hand techniques.

“…….”

“…….”

Silent silence flowed.

The one who broke that silence first was Yun Sang’s voice.

“What is the name of this martial art?”

“Celestial Pole Eight Trigrams Spear, Water Moon Dao Shadow.”

Yun Sang nodded and retrieved his sword.

“It was an excellent move. And…….”

He retrieved his sword, bowed to Han Cheong-un, and spoke.

“It is our defeat. Sect Leader Han.”

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