Chapter 853: I just came out ? (3)

Chapter 853: I just came out (3)

Baek Cheon's face was tense.

Cheong myeong was standing across from him.

Every time this man stood opposite Baek Cheon, he always wore a slack-jawed, half-unfastened expression of annoyance.

But not now.

There was an intense feeling of intimidation emanating from Cheung Myung's body, who was holding the sword in an inclined position. The eyes staring at Baek Cheon were cold and sunken.

'Are you serious?'

Baek Cheon calmed his breathing.

He didn't think he could win, but he also didn't want to lose.

He clenched his toes as if he were going to grab the ground, and relaxed his wrists.

"Give it everything you've got!"

At that moment, Cheung Myung started to move.

Baaaaat!

Without any time to hesitate, Baek Cheon launched into the air. This was the only way to avoid the sword energy sweeping the land.

And at that moment.

Baaaat!

Cheongmyeong immediately jumped over the clashing plum blossom sword energy and rushed towards Baek cheon. The sword raised high towards the sky shone dazzlingly in the sunlight.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

The sword struck down in one swift motion.

Baek Cheon was shocked by the momentum of the sword coming from above his head, so he raised the sword and barely managed to block it above his head.

that moment.

Just before the sword and sword touched, Cheung Myung folded his wrist and pulled the sword inward.

'What?'

At that moment, in Baek Cheon's eyes, the image of his sword cutting through the air and the dark sword hilt pointed at him (the end of the sword hilt) was engraved like a painting.

Baaaaat!

The sword hilt flew towards his eyes with such ferocious force that it soon seemed as if the world would turn black.

Thud.

"... ...."

Thump.

Baek Cheon's face was wet with cold sweat as he fell to the ground.

Cheung Myung's sword was standing right before his eyes. If he hadn't stopped at the last moment and continued hitting him, his eyes would have exploded by now without him even being able to see.

Thud.

Baek Cheon, who was watching Cheung Myung put his sword back into the sheath, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and bowed politely.

"...I have learned well."

"I learned well."

After giving a slight bow, Cheung Myung turned around and glanced at the other disciples who were watching the sparring. Every one of Mount Hua's disciples surrounded this place and watched the sparring.

"You saw?"

"...".

"What did you feel?"

The disciples of Mount Hua looked at Cheong Myung with mysterious faces. Even though they had seen everything from beginning to end, they could not easily answer the question of what they had seen during this battle.

"Is that...we are still far away?"

cheong myeong smiled bloodily when he heard the answer that Jo Gul had squeezed out.

"Well, that's not wrong either."

Cheung Myung shrugged his shoulders and continued speaking.

"What I wanted to say is that it's about method."

"Method?"

"Yes, method."

Cheong myeong nodded slowly and looked at Baek cheon.

"I hate to say it myself, but Sasuke's skills are amazing. Now you can be treated as a first-grade swordsman no matter where you go in Ganghwa.

This is Baek Cheon, who defeated the first-grade disciplin of Wudang, and also helped in fight against Jang Ilso. Nowadays, the term "novice" does not suit Baek Cheon either.

If you look at it objectively, Cheong myeong's assessment is rather harsh.

"But does that make you strong?"

Cheung Myung, who asked the question, shook his head.

"no not like that."

It was a difficult statement to understand. To have excellent skills but not strong.

"This can be said to be a fundamental problem with the swords of the Righteous Sects, especially the swords of the Taoist Sects. A Taoist sword is meant to enlighten, not to be an end in itself."

Cheong myeong pulled out his sword again.

"That's why it's honest."

The sword that had been raised was slowly lowered.

"Of course, the Taoist sword also contains various techniques for defeating the opponent. But not like those Evil Faction scoundrels or magic scoundrels, it does not exist just for this purpose. Basically, the Taoist sword is a means of self-discipline."

"Ah… …."

Jo gul nodded.

Come to think of it, when they faced each other a while ago and clashed their swords, Baek Cheon focused on the sword itself, while Cheong Myeong used the plum blossom to divert attention and aimed his sword downward.

The same was true when the swords clashed at the last moment.

While Baek Cheon tried to compete fairly with the sword's power, Cheong Myung ignored that power and aimed at Baek Cheon's eyes with the sword's hilt.

This is a technique that is not taught at Mount Hua.

"Practical combat is tough."

Cheung Myung's voice was drowned out.

"Of course, the Sword of Mount Hua is great in itself. However, there are some things that the Sword of Mount Hua cannot handle, there is no sword technique in the world that teaches you how to deal with someone who has fallen to the ground and is clinging to your legs, clinging to them, or how to deal with someone stabs you in the back and is ready to give up his life."

"...".

"It's not a sword that's there for fighting, it's a sword that's there for training."

Baek Cheon nodded slowly.

He also felt it clearly while dealing with Jang Il-so this time. He even felt helpless in the face of the evil intent of using all the means at his disposal to inflict even a single wound on the enemy's body and push him to his death.

"You can't deal with the Myriad Man House or the Evil Tyrant Alliance with something like this."

And… …the same goes for the Magyo that they will have to fight in the future.

In the past, Mount Hua had used the sword he had trained with faithfully. Even in the early days of the war with the Demonic Sect.

However, as the war continued and battles accumulated, their swords began to change little by little. In order to survive and defeat the enemy, swords became more practical and more radical.

If many people who fought that war had survived, the Mount Hua Sword might have changed greatly. However, unfortunately or fortunately, the Mount Hua Sword that had changed at that time had not been passed down to the next generations.

"then… … ."

Yoon Jung opened his mouth with a stern expression.

"Are you saying we should learn that now?"

Cheong myeong's face stiffened slightly after hearing those words.

'I was scared… … .'

The meaning of Yue Iseol words was here.

To put it bluntly, this is the cheong myeong sword and not the Mount Hua sword. Cheong Myeong's sword was established through many battles. Even if it was passed down to future generations, there was no guarantee that Mount Hua's essence would not be disturbed, it was a unique sword technique.

For this reason, he hesitated to submit it.

Although he tried to convey the shortcomings of the plum blossom sword technique that he personally felt, it was close to the original theory. He didn't just teach a fierce, lethal sword to kill the opponent.

In the first place, Mount Hua's sword was like this, so the past masters of Mount Hua made sure that their disciples did not lose their control. This was because he knew that even a little killing intent on the tip of the sword could shake the sect's soul.

But what Cheong myeong is trying to do now is the opposite.

Cheung Myung, who had worked so hard to rebuild Mount Hua's energy, was now doing something that might weaken Mount Hua's energy.

Cheung Myung bit his lip slightly and said nothing. Then, after a while, he slowly nodded his head.

"Well, you have to learn."

But there is no other way.

If they could all reach the highest level within three years, there would be no need to teach them this kind of swordsmanship. If the situation had not been so urgent, it would have been possible to slowly lead everyone to the level of Mount Hua over several decades.

But things have changed a lot.

War has come sooner than expected, and there is no way to avoid it completely.

Then, there is only one thing for Cheong myeong to do.

'Don't repeat the same thing.'

Mistakes can be corrected at any time. Even if your vitality fades, you can revive it.

If only there were people.

As long as there were people who could continue their will, Mount Hua would one day be able to find its original belonging and flow. Because the Tao is ultimately the same as water.

What Cheongmyeong should do is not to pass on the high path to the mount hua that he himself does not understand.

To keep those who had that will from disappearing. To would allow the Sahyungs to survive even one more person.

"It's practical swordsmanship..."

Baek Cheon said with a strange smile.

"That sounds interesting."

Cheong myeong said with a sullen face.

"Don't take it easy, the reason why this skill is called Practical Swordsmanship is because it can't be learned by swinging a sword alone. Would you say it would be better to go to the battlefield and get stabbed to death?"

"It'll be more fun then."

Baek Cheon raised his sword.

"There's no need to explain this or that, anyway, I was prepared enough. I think it would be better to swing the sword again at a time like this, don't you think?"

Cheung Myung looked at Baek Cheon in silence.

Baek Cheon suffered a terrible defeat not long ago. He probably felt death-like fear the moment the sword hilt flew towards his eye. Because Cheong myeong meant it that way.

But now, Baek Cheon's eyes did not show even a single hesitation.

"...".

The corners of Cheong myeong's mouth curled slightly.

'Maybe i'm worried for no reason.'

Realize that again.

They are not Cheung Myung.

Even if Cheong myeong had mastered the use of a demon sword under an extreme situation, there was no reason for them to be like him.

These people are more like Taoism than Cheung Myung, and they are people who follow principles more than Cheung Myung.

Worrying about making the wrong decision about Mount Hua's future is nothing more than arrogance.

They are the ones who determine the future of Mount Hua.

"So what should I do?"

"… …Well, it's simple."

Cheungmyung laughed at Baek Cheon's question.

"Just for today, you must die about a hundred times."

"...".

"Then you will swing your sword like a villain because you want to live."

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Cheong myeong scratched the ground with his sword and looked at Baek cheon with a demonic face.

"It's easy to talk the talk, let's see if you can put it into practice."

"Try it, you bastard."

"Don't piss yourself!"

Cheong myeong rushed forward, exuding extreme killing aura.

A smile that seemed known was hanging on his lips.