Chapter - 642 Episode 642. Thanks to you, I learned a lot. (2)
Oh, my god!
Chung-Myung, who floated his body back using the force of a sword-to-sword contact, landed on the floor.
Having lowered his posture lightly, he straightened his back and looked at Ho Gong.
Blood trickled down from the end of the sword.
The price Ho Gong paid for getting a plum sword all over the body was never small. The whole body seemed completely covered with large and small wounds.
"Turn it off……."
Having stumbled heavily once, he barely stepped on the floor and supported himself.
"Yes, you should."
Chung-Myung murmured low and nodded.
A shaman's elder?
I didn't care in the first place.
How long do you think it's been?’
How many years has he been reborn? How much has he been through in this world?
I'm sorry, but he didn't have time to get his ankle in a place like this anymore. What he needs to catch up on is not what he was now.
'Heavenly Demon.'
To deal with the monster, you have to jump lightly over your past self.
He is forcing his disciples to practice unreasonable and unreasonable discipline. But it was none other than himself who was forcing him to do the most unreasonable thing.
The training that pushes the body and the mind to the limit is repeated endlessly. After recognizing the existence of Heavenly Demon, he has been pushing himself beyond comparison to the past, digesting harsh training.
To regain the confidence of the past.
So in the end, to go beyond the self of the past.
Chung-Myung is the only one who can understand the existence of Heavenly Demon.
How do they know what that means?
Can they at least understand the horror that comes from the fact that they're the only ones who can face Heavenly Demon who's going to hit the jackpot again?
No, I don't want you to understand in the first place.
It's a burden given to Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung wasn't a person with high expectations for others to wish for that.
But at least...….
"Get out of the greenhouse."
“…….”
"If you don't, the reality you have to face will be twice as terrible as this."
Ho Gong breathed heavily.
I couldn't understand why he kept saying things that I couldn't understand. There's only one thing he can understand now.
'Strong.'
Ho Gong's black doesn't reach Chung-Myung.
It was too obvious to deny. Despair spread out clearly in front of my eyes could be grasped.
I'm going to lose?’
The shaman's elder to the three great disciples of Hwasan?
"It can't be."
The heart beat fast and blood began to pour from the open wound. But he took another step toward Chung-Myung without thinking about taking care of the wound and stopping the bleeding.
"I'm... I'm Ho Gong of a shaman!"
"I know, so there's nothing to talk about again.”
"I'm not losing! I will never lose!"
Whoosh!
Ho Gong's sword made a big circle.
Chung-Myung knew too well what that circle meant.
Hyegum!
Shaman's finest sword. Invincible sword that contains the sense of the universe and the world. It was also a shaman's pride in the world.
Even if it's the same prosecution, the level depends on who uses it.
The Taeguk Hye-gum, which was unfolded a while ago, and the Taeguk Hye-gum, which Ho Gong painted, were so different that they were not considered the same swordsmanship. Just by drawing a light circle, the air on the stage changed and enormous pressure began to weigh on all sides.Whoosh!
Stone debris on the broken floor rose into the air, unable to withstand the fluctuations of its history and energy.
The sight created by a sword containing the reason of nature rejects the providence of nature's providence. It was indeed a paradoxical sight.
It's both rational and reverse. It was taegeuk that contained yin and yang at the same time.
Black swords burning like fire and white swords flowing like water came in at the same time.
Two properties are captured in one sword.
It was impossible to even try without reaching a positive level. This is why it is the best sword of shaman and the best sword of Kang Ho, who is competing for the position of the world's first sword.
The black and white swords intertwined and rotated. It was as if they were chattering each other. The luminance of the sword naturally began to depict the shape of the taegeuk.
Whoo! Whoosh!
The resulting pressure sucks in all the surrounding energy and releases it at the same time.
"Mu, back off!"
"Get back! Come on!"
Baek Cheon freaked out and shouted. The sword was dangerous enough that even he didn't want to take his eyes off the battle for a moment had to warn and bite his body.
Pulling out the sword, he began to defuse the pressure.
God d*mn it.
The mere mention of the power of famous letters made my stomach twist.
If you think it's the end, there's another one. If you think it's over, it's a start again.
You've come all the way here, and you still have this much power?’
It was a phenomenal level.
But Baek Cheon knows. What's truly amazing is not Ho Gong who comes to the end and pulls out his power again, but Chung-Myung, the shaman's elder, who made the floor show.
Chung-Myung's hair soared to Ho Gong. The hem of his clothes fluttered like crazy and his surroundings were rising to the sky as if the world had been turned upside down. However, Chung-Myung, who stood firmly on the floor, did not even move as if he were a rock. It's just staring at the sword that's pressuring him.
The hand of Baek Cheon, who grabs the sword, is strained.
I can feel this pressure from here, but I couldn't imagine how much pressure Chung-Myung would feel right in front of me.
One.
'You can't lose!'
That monster doesn't just lose this much.
Chung-Myung slowly lifted the sword, as if to respond to Baek Cheon's expectations.
The mixture of black and white made a noise, and the tremendous power contained in it tore Chung-Myung apart. Chung-Myung slightly distorted his eyes.
'The stupid guy...….’
This is not Hye-gum.
No matter how strong a sword is, it is not as good as a three-pronged one.
Inspection must not forget to be cool-headed until the end. The moment you forget that fact, victory is a long way off.
Chung-Myung's sword moved with a determined will. A sharp, red sword spewed out.
It's no different from the sword I've shown you so far. Compared to Ho Gong's willingness, Chung-Myung's repeated actions seemed complacent.
But this was enough for Chung-Myung.
If you cross the mountain, there's a bigger mountain?’
That's ridiculous.
If you really want to block your opponent, you should not build another wall behind it, but build a wall that you can never cross.
These black flowers and mountains, forests and walls.Maeyeongjo-ha, a twenty-four-year-old plum print examination method.
Hundreds and thousands of plum blossoms formed a river.
It was as if the plum blossoms blooming on the cliff had fallen and filled the river.
The flower soon began to flow not so quickly.
to move impatiently and violently At last, it was different from Ho Gong's sword, which lost its haughtyness. Chung-Myung's sword rather retained the chicness that shaman's disciples first showed.
Whoosh!
Two dragons, black and white, ran wild in a river full of petals. It was a violent storm of chi as if it would burst the river of flowers.
One.
No amount of strength can push the river away. Even if you push it away and hit it, the water flows again and eventually fills the empty spot again.
Oh, my god!
Plum leaves seeped under the raging energy. Without resisting the force to push away, it simply turned around.
'Ee, this is....’
Ho Gong opened his eyes wide to tear.
'Oh, my God...'
It was a beautiful sight.
Petals running along the flowing river were flocking toward him, brushing lightly against the two running dragons. I remembered what I heard one day when Ho Gong was looking at the scene.
- I don't know what you're trying to see. However, if one pursues strength without will, one day one will lose one's own sword.
'Master, Master....’
It is not Heo Do-jin. This is what his late teacher left behind.
Why do I think of that word that I completely forgot about at this moment?
His sword, which had a huge history, flowed along the path led by the plum blossoms.
Master... I...….’
Then, the river of plum blossoms, which swept through Ho Gong's sword, finally embraced his whole body gently.
Whoosh!
The beginning is the river, but the end is the wind.
The petal, which spun gently around his body, rose into the sky and into the sky again.
Ho Gong looked up at the sky blankly.
The soaring plum leaves scattered all over the place and soon became blurred.
As if nothing had happened from the beginning.
“…….”
Ho Gong slowly lowered his head.
It was already after everything had gone clean.
There is no taegeuk's sword that he created, nor the red plum sword that Chung-Myung sprayed.
All I could see was Chung-Myung staring this way with his sword hanging down.
“…….”
Ho Gong looked at Chung-Myung with his mouth shut.
Looking at Chung-Myung so silently for a long time, he asked in a clear voice.
"May I ask you a question?"
"As much as you want."
His questioning voice was calm.
"Why did I lose?”
Chung-Myung replied while still facing him.
"Because I forgot."
“…….”
"Whether it's a sword or a man...….”
After a short pause, Chung-Myung slowly resumed.
"There's something you should never forget. The moment you forgot how you felt holding the sword for the first time, you already lost."
“…….”
His eyes turned towards Hwasan. To be exact, to Ungum, who has not yet regained consciousness.
"I didn't deliver anything to your Black Jafar disciples. But I went beyond my teacher's black doorstep and taught them."
“…….”
"It's not me who won."
Chung-Myung declared briefly.
"You, who saw that sword and didn't feel anything, were already dead as a prosecutor."
Ho Gong's eyes turned to Ungum."The sharpness of the sword is not everything."
"You understand me well."
Ho Gong nodded softly as if he had understood.
I love you.
Then he slowly pushed the sword into the sword.
Two hands held in the center and pushed forward were shaking.
"Well…… I learned."
Snap!
Likewise, Chung-Myung, who pushed the Amhyang Plum Sword into the sword, was lightly captured.
"Well learned."
The two bowed their heads for a while, holding each other's arms. Soon after, when Chung-Myung looked up again, Ho Gong's body recoiled like a rotten old tree.
Flop.
The sound of a completely lethargic body collapsing spread clearly all over the place.
“…….”
The world has been stained with silence.
Hawasan's three great disciples defeated the shaman's elder.
In the face of this ridiculous result, not only the shaman and the audience, but even Hwasan's disciples were speechless.
Chung-Myung said to Ho Sanja in the incongruous silence.
"This snot is……….”
“…….”
"Hwasan's victory."
And he smiled white.
"Thanks to you, I learned very well."
Ho Sanja's tooth, which had been bitten hard, was finally broken.
Chung-Myung, who floated his body back using the force of a sword-to-sword contact, landed on the floor.
Having lowered his posture lightly, he straightened his back and looked at Ho Gong.
Blood trickled down from the end of the sword.
The price Ho Gong paid for getting a plum sword all over the body was never small. The whole body seemed completely covered with large and small wounds.
"Turn it off……."
Having stumbled heavily once, he barely stepped on the floor and supported himself.
"Yes, you should."
Chung-Myung murmured low and nodded.
A shaman's elder?
I didn't care in the first place.
How long do you think it's been?’
How many years has he been reborn? How much has he been through in this world?
I'm sorry, but he didn't have time to get his ankle in a place like this anymore. What he needs to catch up on is not what he was now.
'Heavenly Demon.'
To deal with the monster, you have to jump lightly over your past self.
He is forcing his disciples to practice unreasonable and unreasonable discipline. But it was none other than himself who was forcing him to do the most unreasonable thing.
The training that pushes the body and the mind to the limit is repeated endlessly. After recognizing the existence of Heavenly Demon, he has been pushing himself beyond comparison to the past, digesting harsh training.
To regain the confidence of the past.
So in the end, to go beyond the self of the past.
Chung-Myung is the only one who can understand the existence of Heavenly Demon.
How do they know what that means?
Can they at least understand the horror that comes from the fact that they're the only ones who can face Heavenly Demon who's going to hit the jackpot again?
No, I don't want you to understand in the first place.
It's a burden given to Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung wasn't a person with high expectations for others to wish for that.
But at least...….
"Get out of the greenhouse."
“…….”
"If you don't, the reality you have to face will be twice as terrible as this."
Ho Gong breathed heavily.
I couldn't understand why he kept saying things that I couldn't understand. There's only one thing he can understand now.
'Strong.'
Ho Gong's black doesn't reach Chung-Myung.
It was too obvious to deny. Despair spread out clearly in front of my eyes could be grasped.
I'm going to lose?’
The shaman's elder to the three great disciples of Hwasan?
"It can't be."
The heart beat fast and blood began to pour from the open wound. But he took another step toward Chung-Myung without thinking about taking care of the wound and stopping the bleeding.
"I'm... I'm Ho Gong of a shaman!"
"I know, so there's nothing to talk about again.”
"I'm not losing! I will never lose!"
Whoosh!
Ho Gong's sword made a big circle.
Chung-Myung knew too well what that circle meant.
Hyegum!
Shaman's finest sword. Invincible sword that contains the sense of the universe and the world. It was also a shaman's pride in the world.
Even if it's the same prosecution, the level depends on who uses it.
The Taeguk Hye-gum, which was unfolded a while ago, and the Taeguk Hye-gum, which Ho Gong painted, were so different that they were not considered the same swordsmanship. Just by drawing a light circle, the air on the stage changed and enormous pressure began to weigh on all sides.Whoosh!
Stone debris on the broken floor rose into the air, unable to withstand the fluctuations of its history and energy.
The sight created by a sword containing the reason of nature rejects the providence of nature's providence. It was indeed a paradoxical sight.
It's both rational and reverse. It was taegeuk that contained yin and yang at the same time.
Black swords burning like fire and white swords flowing like water came in at the same time.
Two properties are captured in one sword.
It was impossible to even try without reaching a positive level. This is why it is the best sword of shaman and the best sword of Kang Ho, who is competing for the position of the world's first sword.
The black and white swords intertwined and rotated. It was as if they were chattering each other. The luminance of the sword naturally began to depict the shape of the taegeuk.
Whoo! Whoosh!
The resulting pressure sucks in all the surrounding energy and releases it at the same time.
"Mu, back off!"
"Get back! Come on!"
Baek Cheon freaked out and shouted. The sword was dangerous enough that even he didn't want to take his eyes off the battle for a moment had to warn and bite his body.
Pulling out the sword, he began to defuse the pressure.
God d*mn it.
The mere mention of the power of famous letters made my stomach twist.
If you think it's the end, there's another one. If you think it's over, it's a start again.
You've come all the way here, and you still have this much power?’
It was a phenomenal level.
But Baek Cheon knows. What's truly amazing is not Ho Gong who comes to the end and pulls out his power again, but Chung-Myung, the shaman's elder, who made the floor show.
Chung-Myung's hair soared to Ho Gong. The hem of his clothes fluttered like crazy and his surroundings were rising to the sky as if the world had been turned upside down. However, Chung-Myung, who stood firmly on the floor, did not even move as if he were a rock. It's just staring at the sword that's pressuring him.
The hand of Baek Cheon, who grabs the sword, is strained.
I can feel this pressure from here, but I couldn't imagine how much pressure Chung-Myung would feel right in front of me.
One.
'You can't lose!'
That monster doesn't just lose this much.
Chung-Myung slowly lifted the sword, as if to respond to Baek Cheon's expectations.
The mixture of black and white made a noise, and the tremendous power contained in it tore Chung-Myung apart. Chung-Myung slightly distorted his eyes.
'The stupid guy...….’
This is not Hye-gum.
No matter how strong a sword is, it is not as good as a three-pronged one.
Inspection must not forget to be cool-headed until the end. The moment you forget that fact, victory is a long way off.
Chung-Myung's sword moved with a determined will. A sharp, red sword spewed out.
It's no different from the sword I've shown you so far. Compared to Ho Gong's willingness, Chung-Myung's repeated actions seemed complacent.
But this was enough for Chung-Myung.
If you cross the mountain, there's a bigger mountain?’
That's ridiculous.
If you really want to block your opponent, you should not build another wall behind it, but build a wall that you can never cross.
These black flowers and mountains, forests and walls.Maeyeongjo-ha, a twenty-four-year-old plum print examination method.
Hundreds and thousands of plum blossoms formed a river.
It was as if the plum blossoms blooming on the cliff had fallen and filled the river.
The flower soon began to flow not so quickly.
to move impatiently and violently At last, it was different from Ho Gong's sword, which lost its haughtyness. Chung-Myung's sword rather retained the chicness that shaman's disciples first showed.
Whoosh!
Two dragons, black and white, ran wild in a river full of petals. It was a violent storm of chi as if it would burst the river of flowers.
One.
No amount of strength can push the river away. Even if you push it away and hit it, the water flows again and eventually fills the empty spot again.
Oh, my god!
Plum leaves seeped under the raging energy. Without resisting the force to push away, it simply turned around.
'Ee, this is....’
Ho Gong opened his eyes wide to tear.
'Oh, my God...'
It was a beautiful sight.
Petals running along the flowing river were flocking toward him, brushing lightly against the two running dragons. I remembered what I heard one day when Ho Gong was looking at the scene.
- I don't know what you're trying to see. However, if one pursues strength without will, one day one will lose one's own sword.
'Master, Master....’
It is not Heo Do-jin. This is what his late teacher left behind.
Why do I think of that word that I completely forgot about at this moment?
His sword, which had a huge history, flowed along the path led by the plum blossoms.
Master... I...….’
Then, the river of plum blossoms, which swept through Ho Gong's sword, finally embraced his whole body gently.
Whoosh!
The beginning is the river, but the end is the wind.
The petal, which spun gently around his body, rose into the sky and into the sky again.
Ho Gong looked up at the sky blankly.
The soaring plum leaves scattered all over the place and soon became blurred.
As if nothing had happened from the beginning.
“…….”
Ho Gong slowly lowered his head.
It was already after everything had gone clean.
There is no taegeuk's sword that he created, nor the red plum sword that Chung-Myung sprayed.
All I could see was Chung-Myung staring this way with his sword hanging down.
“…….”
Ho Gong looked at Chung-Myung with his mouth shut.
Looking at Chung-Myung so silently for a long time, he asked in a clear voice.
"May I ask you a question?"
"As much as you want."
His questioning voice was calm.
"Why did I lose?”
Chung-Myung replied while still facing him.
"Because I forgot."
“…….”
"Whether it's a sword or a man...….”
After a short pause, Chung-Myung slowly resumed.
"There's something you should never forget. The moment you forgot how you felt holding the sword for the first time, you already lost."
“…….”
His eyes turned towards Hwasan. To be exact, to Ungum, who has not yet regained consciousness.
"I didn't deliver anything to your Black Jafar disciples. But I went beyond my teacher's black doorstep and taught them."
“…….”
"It's not me who won."
Chung-Myung declared briefly.
"You, who saw that sword and didn't feel anything, were already dead as a prosecutor."
Ho Gong's eyes turned to Ungum."The sharpness of the sword is not everything."
"You understand me well."
Ho Gong nodded softly as if he had understood.
I love you.
Then he slowly pushed the sword into the sword.
Two hands held in the center and pushed forward were shaking.
"Well…… I learned."
Snap!
Likewise, Chung-Myung, who pushed the Amhyang Plum Sword into the sword, was lightly captured.
"Well learned."
The two bowed their heads for a while, holding each other's arms. Soon after, when Chung-Myung looked up again, Ho Gong's body recoiled like a rotten old tree.
Flop.
The sound of a completely lethargic body collapsing spread clearly all over the place.
“…….”
The world has been stained with silence.
Hawasan's three great disciples defeated the shaman's elder.
In the face of this ridiculous result, not only the shaman and the audience, but even Hwasan's disciples were speechless.
Chung-Myung said to Ho Sanja in the incongruous silence.
"This snot is……….”
“…….”
"Hwasan's victory."
And he smiled white.
"Thanks to you, I learned very well."
Ho Sanja's tooth, which had been bitten hard, was finally broken.
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