I WILL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER FORGET THIS DAY

"He's…!"

"How dare he speak like that!"

The reaction was intense.

Jin Geum-Ryong clenched his teeth. While he was still reeling from the shocking defeat, Yoon Jong took the initiative to demand the next battle. Such a cheeky request made Jin Geum-Ryong's blood boil.

On the other hand, Yoon Jong recoiled when he saw the fiery reaction on the Southern Edge's side.

'Did I overdo it?'

Although it was an event where they had to fight, it was natural that they'd react poorly after such apparent provocation.

However, this was something Yoon Jong had to do.

He had to continue carrying the momentum started by Chung Myung.

Jin Geum-Ryong shouted with an angry voice.

"Gong-Jin! Gong-Jin!"

"Yes, Sasuk!"

"Go! Smash that cocky bastard and hurry back!"

"Yes!"

Jin Geum-Ryong's face was distorted.

He was a perfectionist. He desired a complete and total victory over Mount Hua, but now that perfect flow had been broken.

It was a crack that would be impossible to fill.

'Chung Myung!'

His eyes turned to Chung Myung in the distance.

'This idiot!'

Jin Geum-Ryong didn't expect Seon Woo-Ryong to suffer such a devastating defeat. Was their disciple weaker than expected? Or was Chung Myung that much stronger than anticipated?

'The latter.'

It was impossible for Jin Geum-Ryong to misinterpret Seon Woo-Ryang's capabilities. He was undoubtedly the most powerful among the third-class disciples.

For him to be defeated by Chung Myung meant that he was much stronger than the Southern Edge Sect's third-class disciples.

'It's possible. But the other disciples aren't that strong.'

It was an unexpected blow, but he wasn't disgraced yet. If the remaining disciples could claim victory and retake the momentum, the conference would end with Chung Myung being the only remarkable thing about Mount Hua.

Gong-Jin, one of the strongest of the third-class disciples, took to the stage and drew his wooden sword.

With that, Yoon Jong took a deep breath.

'Is he my opponent again?'

This was actually sooner than Yoon Jong expected.

Yoon Jong battled Gong-Jin in the last conference as well. Back then, he was pushed back and crushed without even being able to counterattack.

Now, two years later...

'Honestly, I had no chance to win.'

If it hadn't been for Chung Myung's arrival.

Before Chung Myung joined the sect, Yoon Jong never properly trained. To be precise, he trained out of obligation; he never trained with the desire to improve himself and grow powerful.

Because it all felt meaningless.

A lethargic air permeated Mount Hua and corrupted the disciples; the impact of their previous defeat at the Southern Edge Sect's hands was just that great. Baek Cheon was the only one who challenged that wall of despair.

But then, one day, Chung Myung appeared as if he was a star that had dropped from the sky. Thanks to him, Yoon Jong was able to spend the past few months doing his best.

Could the gap have narrowed with just a couple months of training? Yoon Jong couldn't be sure, but…

'I won't lose so easily.'

He is the great sahyung of the third-class disciples.

Even if Chung Myung was truly the one in charge of the third-class disciples, Yoon Jong still had his pride as the great sahyung. He refused to give an unseemly performance here.

Gong-Jin fiercely glared at Yoon Jong.

"No need for words. I'll make you painfully aware of how deeply I care about victory."

"I have no intention of saying anything either."

"Words are useless!"

Gong-Jin yelled and rushed at Yoon Jong, who stood there grasping his sword.

'His sword is swift and straight.'

A sword that can be seen clearly, a traditional sword that follows a predictable path.

Yet, the former Yoon Jong couldn't stop it. That was the difference between Yoon Jong and Gong-Jin. A vast difference where clumsy tricks could not affect the technique's flow.

But this time!

Kang!

Gong-Jin's outstretched sword was blocked by Yoon Jong's blade.

"Huh?"

Quickly responding to the unexpected collision, Gong-Jin retrieved his sword and stabbed it again.

"It looks like you haven't been just playing around. But you still don't have a chance."

"Kuak!"

Yoon Jong continued to defend against Gong-Jin's consecutive assaults.

It was fast.

And heavy.

Gong-Jin's sword was faster and more intense than in the past. Yoon Jong could fully realize just how much he had struggled to improve. It was at least twice as strong as the last time they fought.

But…

'Why?'

Kang! Kang! Kang!

Yoon Jong's sword moved concisely to block the opponent.

Two years ago, he couldn't even see this sword properly. That same frightening sword was even faster now, so why could he see it now?

It was a complete mystery.

'Why can I see it so clearly?'

It wasn't slow.

The strikes were fast. Fast enough to loudly cry out as they sliced through the air. Yet, Yoon Jong's eyes could perfectly discern the sword's path. It was nothing like the past, where he couldn't react at all…

Kang!

Yoon Jong's sword traveled in a simple fashion to efficiently deflect Gong-Jin's strikes. Meanwhile, Gong-Jin was unable to overcome the recoil and struggled to correct his posture as he was pushed back.

"… you!"

Yoon Jong looked at him with a puzzled face.

"… is this all you have?"

"You…"

"Ah-No. Don't get angry. I'm not trying to provoke you or anything; I am sincerely asking. You aren't trying to disgrace me by only using half your strength or anything, right? I need to be sure."

"You bastard! I'll kill you!"

Gong-Jin was boiling red with fury; Yoon Jong's innocent questions seemed like mockery to his ears. Seeing his reaction, Yoon Jong became more flustered at the situation rather than afraid.

'Chung Myung. What the hell did that bastard do to us?'

Every movement of his rushing opponent could be seen and felt. Yoon Jong could tell by the simple movements of Gong-Jin's shoulders which direction the strikes would come from.

It was not predicting the sword's path; he could see it with his eyes and understand.

Swish!

Although the wooden sword was swung violently, Yoon Jong perfectly avoided it by taking a simple step back. The blade struck the empty air and fell in front of Yoon Jong.

Gong-Jin's posture tilted as he put too much power into the sword. A small gap that the old Yoon Jong would have never been able to see had opened up in front of him, and he could see it as clear as day.

Puak!

Yoon Jong's feet moved before his mind could fully process his own actions, kicking Gong-Jin in the side. When he saw that Gong-Jin had been thrown back by his kick, Yoon Jong unwittingly looked back.

Chung Myung!

Chung Myung was looking at him with downcast eyes.

As if he was bored and simply wanted this to end quickly.

'That crazy bastard.'

It was no wonder that Chung Myung was behaving strangely.

It was as if he had already foreseen the results of this conference.

"Ahhhh!"

Gong-Jin had lost all reason at that time as his mind drowned in anger. He ran towards Yoon Jong once again. Seeing his foe's charge, Yoon Jong spread his legs slightly and raised his sword.

From the top.

The basic posture of swordsmanship and the basic stance for the Equilibrium of Six Sword.

It was the same stance that Yoon Jong endlessly drilled into his body for 10 days straight.

Gong-Jin's sword stretched out, and his movement began to change compared to the swordsmanship he'd displayed so far. If it was the old Yoon Jong, he would have felt flustered and been embarrassed by this sudden difference.

But now, Yoon Jong's eyes could clearly see and understand everything.

All the changes and swordsmanship eventually come through the fingertips. He fixed his lower body like a mountain and didn't miss a single movement…

Swoosh!

He saw it!

The moment when the sword and body connected. Yoon Jong didn't miss that slight gap, and his body began to move automatically once he confirmed it.

Kwaaak!

The sword cut through the air. A blade that slashed with no hesitation.

An unshaken heart, a disciplined body, and a clear purpose.

This sword connected these three cornerstones and pierced through Gong-Jin's sword path before striking him on the shoulder.

Frightened, Gong-Jin suddenly turned his sword to block the attack.

Kwang!

And the sword soared into the sky.

Gong-Jin's sword spun violently as it flew through the sky and landed in the distance.

Thud!

The subtle sound of the sword hitting the ground rang quietly through the training hall, which was stunned into silence.

"…"

Everyone was quiet.

Some jumped up and stared incredulously.

Gong-Jin.

The Southern Edge Sect's third-class disciple had collapsed to the ground unconscious. In front of him, Yoon Jong firmly stood tall, like a massive mountain.

A perfect victory without any declaration needed.

Yoon Jong, who looked at Gong-Jin, retrieved his sword and put it near his waist.

"I learned a lot."

And turned around to return to his sect.

Shortly after, a thunderous roar erupted.

"Woaaahhh!"

"We won! We won! Yoon Jong Sahyung won!"

"Hahahaa! Insane, this makes no sense."

Not just the children. Even the elders and the Un disciples were in an uproar.

"Uhahahaha! Yoon Jong! Yoon Jongggg!"

"Act appropriately, Sahyung!"

Hyun Young deftly grabbed Hyun Sang, who was about to rush over to Yoon Jong.

"Damn it! I am going to lose it! uhahahaha! We won! We won!"

"Sahyung! Be dignified! Control yourself!"

"Do I look like I can do that now!"

Even Hyun Young couldn't hide his smile as he held onto Hyun Sang.

'So good.'

Hyun Sang was always harsh on himself. Just like how the finance division was stressed because of Mount Hua's condition, Hyun Sang was troubled at the decline of their martial arts. As head of martial arts, he needed to lead the development of the sect's martial prowess. Yet he was resentful because there was nothing he could do to raise the level the disciples were stuck at.

He never showed it, but it was clear how frustrating it was.

But the third-class disciples, who they expected nothing from, were trampling all over the Southern Edge bastards!

'Sect leader?'

Hyun Young looked at Hyun Jong.

He was smiling happily. Kind and comfy, just looking at him made one's heart warm…

"Ahhhhhhh! Don't follow the light! Come back, Sect Leader!"

Hyun Young threw away Hyun Sang, ran to Hyun Jong, and shook him by the shoulders.

"Get yourself together! Sect leader! Not now! Don't let your soul escape!"

"E-everything has been accomplished…."

"No! We still have a long way to go! Call the practitioner! Medical practitioner!"

While that was happening, Yoon Jong returned to his group and shyly smiled at the sahyungs.

But he also…

Felt like flying.

But while everyone was dancing joyously, Jo Gul couldn't smile. It was his turn next.

"Sahyung! Great Sahyung! How did you do that? What did you—"

"Gul."

"Yes! Sahyung!"

"Just go."

"… Huh?"

Yoon Jong smiled. Now he understood why Chung Myung didn't say anything and just told him to leave.

"You won't lose even if you want to. Just go; you will see soon enough."

"…"

Jo Gul tilted his head.

But Yoon Jong didn't speak anymore. With a stiff expression, Jo Gull headed to the center.

Without even looking at Jo Gul, Yoon Jong went to Chung Myung and sat next to him, then firmly asked.

"What did you do to us?"

Chun Myung lightly smiled while looking at Yoon Jong.

"What?"

"To us!"

"Ah, that?"

Chung Myung smiled and spoke.

"Nothing much. I just made you win."

'That is what I'm asking! How did you do that!?'

That goblin bastard!

"Look there."

"Huh?"

Chung Myung pointed to the central area and spoke.

While Jo Gul was taking his place, the disciples of the Southern Edge Sect came and retrieved the fallen Gong-Jin.

"What do you think of the Southern Edge sect?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are they strong? Weak?"

"Obviously, they're strong."

Chung Myung stared wide-eyed at Yoon Jong and asked.

"Then Sahyung defeated such a strong foe?"

"D-Don't say that. It just happened; what do I know?"

Chung Myung shook his head and giggled.

"Strong. Right, strong. He's strong for his age, but he's weak too."

"… what does that mean?"

"Because he learned so much more than what he should have been taught at that age."

"Isn't it good to learn a lot and get used to it?"

"Sahyung."

Chung Myung reached out and drew the shape of a tower.

"Martial arts are like a tower. How tall you can build a tower depends on how strong the bottom floor and the foundation are."

"… right."

"But those people started building the second floor before the first was finished, then they added a third on top of the incomplete second as well. They're adding weight to the first floor and building taller without strengthening the foundation first."

"…"

"What do you think will happen if those kids collide with someone who perfectly developed their tower's ground floor?"

"They'll collapse."

"That's right."

Chung Myung said,

"All I did was clear away the wood on the first floor Sahyung's were building and reforged the foundation. It's difficult to build, but it won't crumble easily once built."

"… I don't understand. Did that training have such meaning?"

"What are the basics of martial arts?"

"Uh?"

Chung Myung's face grew serious.

"There is one fundamental basic: to use the body to strike down the opponent perfectly. The stem forms from that one root, and then the branches proliferate. I just had Sahyungs focus on developing the roots."

"Hmm."

"See."

Chung Myung pointed to Jo Gul. Jo Gul was facing off against the Southern Edge disciple that just came out.

"An unshakeable lower body, clean swordsmanship, and the eyesight to carefully observe everything happening. And above all…."

Jo Gul's sword pushes the opponent's sword and delivers a blow.

"Concentration capable of bringing out all of the body's power at once."

Puak!

Chung Myung smiled.

The disciple of the Southern Edge Sect collapsed, and Jo Gul looked at his opponent with a puzzled expression. He turned his head, unable to believe what he had done.

"For now, that is all you need. With that one alone, you can defeat all the kids your age."

Of course, that isn't all.

They also took the pill that Chung Myung gave them. By following through with Chung Myung's training regime, the disciples managed to create bodies that were second to none.

If they didn't lag behind in physical strength and internal qi, their battles were bound to be decided by their swordsmanship. And anyone who faced them without a solid foundation was destined to fall before them.

Jo Gul returned and looked at Chung Myung with blank eyes. Following his lead, another disciple from Mount Hua went forward.

Totally confident.

He was full of desire to fight and bring honor to their sect.

"I still don't understand. If it's that easy… then why don't the other sects train like that?"

"Easy?"

Chung Myung shook his head.

"Was the training until now easy?"

"N-No. I didn't mean that, but conceptually…."

"Sahyung.."

"Yes?"

"Sahyung must have studied, right? To be in good form, take rest, take care of one's parents sincerely, and not deceive the weak or be greedy for riches. Above all, be polite to others, respect those below you, live life without losing yourself, keep your friends close, and be loyal to the nation. Can you do all of that?"

"No."

"Why? Isn't that how you become a true man?"

"That…"

Yoon Jong stayed silent. He knew what Chung Myung was talking about.

Everyone knows what it means to be an exceptional man. However, only two or three people in the nation can follow every tenet throughout their entire lives. Such a small number within this vast nation.

In other words, despite knowing what it takes, ordinary people cannot do it.

"Constant water dripping down can pierce a rock. Always devote yourself and work hard. Nothing is more important than effort. The ancestors endlessly emphasize hard work and dedication. Do you know the reason?"

"Well…"

"Because people can't do that."

Chung Myung had a bitter smile.

In fact, Chung Myung was the same in the past. He always craved stronger swordsmanship and fame, even though his Sahyung constantly nagged him about concentrating on his basics.

Even in Chung Myung's final moments, he sought higher ground and never looked down.

Only after death did he realize.

"Train to the point of death, push past the limit and devote yourself to it again and again. It might sound like nonsense…."

Chung Myung pointed to the central area.

Gasp!

Mount Hua's disciple was causing the Southern Edge Sect's disciple to falter and retreat. It was an impressive sight; Mount Hua's disciple wasn't giving his foe any chance to attack or recover.

"But, that's what happens."

"…"

"Although we know what it takes, people can't push themselves that hard. Who would choose to do so? After three days, they'd lie down and say they can't do it, run away, or make some excuse."

Yoon Jong nodded his head.

Didn't they also try to escape? It was Chung Myung who grabbed them by the collar and forced them to continue.

"You…"

"Sahyungs did it."

Chung Myung said firmly.

"This..."

"…"

"After you endured that, the match was already won. There is nothing more to see. Those who only look up without seeing what's beneath their feet will lose their footing and collapse. If a bird without wings believes that it can fly, it'll only realize the truth after the jump."

Chung Myung clicked his tongue when he saw the disciple of the Southern Edge Sect being carried away.

"Their feet betrayed them, and now they'll fall."

Yoon Jong's eyes trembled.

He thought that the training was being overdone. It wasn't just once or twice that he wanted to curse Chung Myung for his vicious methods.

But he endured. He persevered until the end, hoping that he would grow stronger in some way, but all that training was done with a far-off future in mind?

'Where the hell did this guy learn all this?'

Yoon Jong couldn't understand Chung Myung at all, but he was certain of one thing.

Paaak!

Another Southern Edge disciple fell to the ground.

Yoon Jong knew.

His sajaes weren't too different. At least, aside from Yoon Jong and Jo Gul, the ten disciples representing Mount Hua were all roughly equal in their abilities.

There was such a large difference between the previous disciple and his opponent. So the result of the next battle would be the same.

That meant…

'We're going to win?'

Mount Hua's third-class disciples against the Southern Edge Sect?

Yoon Jong could feel it.

They were really winning against those bastards.

"W-we are winning?"

No one responded to Yoon Jong's words. They couldn't deny what was happening before them, but it wasn't easy to believe either. It was because they never thought this could happen.

But there was no need for them to believe it.

No matter what Yoon Jong or anyone else thought, the result of the conference was real.

One person.

And another

"Achhh!"

A shrill scream signaled the end.

In an instant, ten disciples fell.

"Aaaakkkk! We won!"

"All ten! We won them all! Damn it!"

"Chung Myung! We did it! We did it!"

The third-class disciples clenched their fists and cheered. Some even wept. Even the second-class disciples were running to embrace them.

It was like a festival.

Ten wins in a row.

All of Mount Hua's third-class disciples were victorious.

Ten consecutive victories followed after ten straight losses.

It was evident which side would have better momentum and which side had a greater sense of victory.

The disciples from Mount Hua defeated the third-class disciples of the Southern Edge Sect.

"Chung Myung!"

Yoon Jong grabbed his hand with a thrilled expression.

"We won! We won! Thank you! Thanks to you—"

Right when Yoon Jong was about to speak words of admiration that he'd kept hidden in his heart, Chung Myung spoke.

"Win?"

An icy air instantly froze the heated atmosphere as Chung Myung's words escaped.

Everyone's eyes focused on Chung Myung, who tilted his head to the side.

'What's wrong with him now?'

'Here we go again. This time my heart will stop!'

Seeing their anxious gazes, he said.

"Like this?"

"… again, what more now?"

"We already lost ten times. After winning ten times, doesn't that make this a draw?"

Right.

"But that…"

"Sahyung doesn't seem to know."

"Uh?"

"There's no such thing as a draw in my vocabulary!"

Chung Myung's eyes shone again!

'Ah- please!'

'The atmosphere is so good, Chung Myung, please!'

"Drawww! A draw with the Southern Edge Sect? I can't carry that embarrassment all my life!"

He would be cursed to death even after death.

His Sahyung would softly smile down at him and stab away with sharp dagger-like retorts and insults. And what about the other Sahyungs? They would drag him around everywhere and speak about how he came to a draw with the Southern Edge Sect.

'I'm not going to let that happen.'

Flames ignited in Chung Myung's eyes.

If he was happy with a draw, he wouldn't have even bothered starting this battle.

He still hadn't paid them back for snatching away the Plum Blossom Sword technique. Now he was supposed to send them home with a draw after they insulted Mount Hua and the sect leader the entire time they were there?

That isn't Chung Myung's style.

Chung Myung began to laugh.

"This is the beginning. Ahh, just the beginning. Now! They won't be able to walk themselves home. Hehehe."

The third-class disciples slowly retreated, seeing Chung Myung's eyes gleaming in madness.

'He's completely lost it.'

'Was he stabbed to death by the Southern Edge Sect in a previous life? Why does he always go insane when the Southern Edge Sect comes into the picture?'

'Isn't this enough? What more are you going to do?'

It was then.

Chung Myung got up from the seat, and Yoon Jong jumped to his feet as well.

"Hey! Hey! Stop him—"

"Sahyung!"

When Yoon Jong tried to shout and stop his antics, Chung Myung spoke in a cold voice that was unlike his usual self.

"Huh?"

Pressured by force exuding from Chung Myung, Yoon Jong listened in bewilderment.

"From now on, don't miss a single move of what I do. This applies to everyone. Understood?"

Chung Myung headed off to the central area as the Sahyungs simply nodded in response.

Everyone merely stared at his back as if possessed.

It was the back of the man that would lead Mount Hua, a sight they would see countless times from now on.

"Kuak… Kuak…"

"Sect leader! Sect Leader, get yourself together! Where are the doctors!? Are they still away?"

"Doctor? Get out of the way!"

Hyun Sang pushed Hyun Young aside, put his hand on Hyun Jong's back, and quickly began to channel his qi into the man.

'No, his dantian is shaking in happiness?'

Hyun Sang was surprised; he had never heard of such an absurd thing. However, this bizarre event was happening right in front of him.

Hyun Jong took deep breaths as he received the elder's qi infusion.

"I-I've calmed down."

"Are you alright? Sect leader?"

"Am I fine?"

Hyun Jong stared absentmindedly at Hyun Sang; the elder couldn't think of a time when he'd seen the sect leader look so dumbfounded before.

"You're asking if I'm alright now?"

"… I made a mistake, Sahyung."

"W-what are… uh, oh my…."

Hyun Jong took one deep breath after another. He wasn't able to calm down.

Why?

Hyun Sang could understand. Even his hands were still trembling. How could the Sect Leader remain calm and not be thrilled right now?

"Un Geom!"

"Yes, sect leader."

"D-did you teach the children that?"

Un Geom smiled slightly.

"I wish I could answer yes, I would be able to stand tall with my shoulders straight, but unfortunately, I did not. The third-class disciples conducted this training by themselves.

"By themselves?"

Hyun Jong looked back at Un Geom incredulously, unable to understand.

"Sajae, explain it to me."

Un Am urged Un Geom to be more detailed. Despite his usual calmness, he couldn't stifle his excitement at this moment.

"Maybe Chung Myung…"

"Chung Myung?"

Now it wasn't so shocking.

Whenever something happened, his name would come up. Even now, his heart somehow predicted this name would pop up.

"That child, what the hell has that child been doing?"

"Wasn't the Sect Leader the one who gave him permission to enter the sect? You don't know anything about him?"

"How could I know? He just showed up one day. I felt that it was meant to be, so I accepted him."

That simple connection was creating unbelievable results.

Ever since Mount Hua was destroyed by the Demonic Sect and the ancestors were annihilated, Mount Hua was unable to defeat the Southern Edge Sect.

Actually, it wasn't correct to say that they had won. Objectively speaking, Mount Hua no longer had the strength to even compete with the Southern Edge Sect. That's why despite all of their previous provocations, Mount Hua was forced to remain silent and endure their lashings.

However, the third-class disciples overcame this disparity in strength, and it wasn't just a victory but a clean sweep.

'Oh, my ancestors.'

Hyun Jong's eyes turned red.

The day had finally arrived.

Hyun Jong firmly believed that this day would come, but he thought that it would be impossible to see in his lifetime. He truly felt satisfied after witnessing this scene that he'd always dreamt of; he couldn't bring himself to wish for anything more.

"Sect leader! We did it! The children did it!"

"Yes, I know. Right. Quite terrific."

Hyun Jong wasn't even able to speak coherently; he just continued to agree over and over.

'Now that I've lived to see this, I can greet the ancestors with pride….'

'What?'

'Why is that child coming out again?'

Hyun Jong blinked several times to double-check. However, the scene in front of him didn't change. With a wooden sword at his waist, Chung Myung walked toward the central arena once more.

He looked at Hyun Jong.

"I think he's looking this way?"

"W-what is he going to do now?"

Now the expectations were greater than the concerns. Hyun Jong clenched his fist and continued to observe.

At that moment, Chung Myung smiled wickedly.

"…"

Could a Taoist make such an expression?

What the hell was he trying to do?

At that moment, Hyun Jong doubted whether this child had fallen from his path as a Taoist.

"You…. You! You pathetic bastards!"

Sama Seung was beside himself with anger. He bit his lip so severely that it tore, and blood flowed to the side.

Ten consecutive losses.

There was no defeat more disastrous. At first, they had secured ten straight wins, but no one would remember that. Losing to Mount Hua, and in such an overwhelming fashion, had paralyzed the elder's mind.

Even if Mount Hua was unable to stand against their sect, nobody could laugh off such a disgraceful event as losing ten matches after dominating the previous ten. It wasn't technically a loss, but it almost felt worse.

"Didn't you all say that you were going to victoriously return as proud disciples of the Southern Edge Sect!? What the hell is this loss to Mount Hua!? You pathetic bastards!"

As if spewing fire, he kept coughing out his anger.

"You idiots are destroying the honor of the sect! You lost to Mount Hua in front of so many people!? To Mount Hua!? ackk! You assholes!"

The third-class disciples couldn't even look at Sama Seung or the second-class disciples who were glaring at them.

While Sama Seung was overwrought with anger, Jin Geum-Ryong glared at the young disciples as if he wanted to kill them.

It was done.

His hope for a clean victory had collapsed horribly.

A draw.

A draw with Mount Hua. Something they never dreamed of. But wasn't that what happened?

"Damn it…"

Jin Geum-Ryong couldn't hold back from cursing despite his elder being there. As he turned his bloodshot gaze filled with rage toward Mount Hua's disciples, he was shocked at what he saw.

"That brat!"

Hearing his words, Sama Seung turned and watched as Chung Myung walked out.

'That bastard!'

'Even if I tore him apart, it wouldn't be enough to calm down.'

As Sama Seung thought about it more deeply, wasn't that child the one who started everything?

"Why is he coming out again?"

Everyone present shifted their focus to Chung Myung.

"Oh, my God. For such results…."

"It seems like Mount Hua has sharpened their swords. Unimaginable."

"Ten wins, the third-class disciples from the Southern Edge Sect couldn't defeat even one of Mount Hua's disciples?"

And there was another thing no one spoke about.

The third-class disciples from Mount Hua defeated their opponents even more overwhelmingly than how Southern Edge's second-class disciples secured their victories.

What's more, it was pitiful to reflect on how the Southern Edge Sect's disciples behaved while winning. At the time, it seemed natural for the strong to stand above their opponents. However, seeing Mount Hua's third-class disciples handle their victories with grace made the Southern Edge's previous ridicule and provocation seem ugly and resentful.

"Aren't they superior in manners as well as their skill?"

"Truly, Mount Hua is a sect that deserves to be called prestigious. I am shocked by their composure."

It's going up.

Rising up and up.

Mount Hua's name was rising up. At this moment, it had reached the sky.

Meanwhile, Elder Hwang struggled to suppress a joyous scream from his heart.

After this event, the audience would re-assess their initial thoughts about Mount Hua. It was apparent that some were already calculating how much to invest.

But the value will be difficult to determine. For them, these results were completely unexpected.

The more Hwang Mun-Yak thought about it, the more he realized just how wonderful it was for him to meet Chung Myung and invest in Mount Hua.

"Now then…"

It was then.

"Wait."

Someone shouted when Elder Hwang was about to end the proceedings.

"Huh?"

Turning his head, he looked at the center and saw Chung Myung smiling.

"Isn't he that boy from earlier?"

"He called himself Chung Myung. He spearheaded this victory."

Hwang Mun-Yak met Chung Myung's eyes while listening to the crowd gossip around him.

"What is it, young disciple?"

Chung Myung smiled and continued.

"I have a question I would like to ask. Since all of you saw everything that happened here, I think you can make an appropriate judgment."

"What is it?"

"Who won?"

"Huh?"

Who won?

Well…

Hwang Mun-Yak's expression hardened.

'Young disciple doesn't want to end this with a draw.'

He didn't know what he planned, but he had to respond to it. Hwang Mun-Yak slowly turned his head and looked at everyone as he asked.

"What do you think? Come to think of it, we have yet to decide the winner or loser."

The people of Shaanxi, who gathered there, fell into thought and began to speak one after another.

"A draw seems appropriate, but if we had to determine a winner, wouldn't it be the Southern Edge Sect that won thanks to the older students?"

"What nonsense. What's the purpose of this conference? Isn't it for the future of the sects? Then shouldn't we prioritize the third-class disciples? It's a victory for Mount Hua, where the younger generation prevailed."

"Huh, what are you saying? Potential is just potential. It's always possible that the third-class disciples will fail to surpass Southern Edge's second-class disciples.

"Then, you have to look at the situation of the Southern Edge Sect's third-class disciples. They are all younger than the third-class disciples from Mount Hua! There's a big difference in their ages!"

"The oldest of Mount Hua's second-class disciples are even younger than the youngest of the Southern Edge Sect's disciples!"

"No—this man!"

There was no conclusion.

Everyone had their own reasons, and they had their own preference for who won.

Hwang Mun-Yak, who listened from the side, then spoke.

"Young disciple. It is difficult to draw a conclusion."

"Right?"

Chung Myung snapped.

"But if this ends, it would be uncomfortable for the audience here. Besides that, I'm sure the Southern Edge Sect would feel gloomy if we didn't settle this with certainty.

"… what do you mean?"

"Simple."

Chung Myung pointed to the Southern Edge sect.

"The ten people that won over there."

"…"

The Southern Edge Sect listened to Chung Myung.

"Against the only ten that won from Mount Hua."

"W-why us?"

Yoon Jong stuttered.

Chung Myung looked at both sides and spoke.

"The only solution is to remove the losers and put the winners back into the match. Would that give a clear answer?"

'Is he crazy?'

'What's he planning? They are second-class disciples, and we are just third-class disciples!'

'No. There's no way he would jump into a losing fight. He must be up to something!'

Without disappointing the expectations of his sahyungs, Chung Myung put in a condition.

"Instead!"

'Yes!'

Just as the third-class disciples felt relieved, a sound like thunder fell.

"Let's set aside the boring one-on-one matches! One fighter will remain until the end. A fight where whoever wins continues battling until he loses. The winner will fight the next person in line. The last one standing wins. What do you think?

Chung Myung looked at the Southern Edge Sect with a unique smile.

"Of course, it's understandable if they're scared."

It was an unavoidable attack.

Jin Geum-Ryong was dumbfounded as he looked at Chung Myung.

'What the hell is he up to now?'

Another fight?

Between the third and second-class disciples? Based on the winning streaks?

Was that how he intended to win?

"This…"

Jin Geum-Ryong sharpened his teeth.

There is a limit to how much the Southern Edge Sect can be ridiculed. As head of the second-class disciples, Jin Geum-Ryong refused to let this transgression go.

Even if Mount Hua's third-class disciples were able to dominate their opponents, wasn't that still just a battle between the same classes?

This classing isn't something that can be overcome with talent and effort. If the difference between classes could be overcome so easily, the hierarchy of the sect's disciples would collapse. That's why many sects keep a large age gap between classes when accepting new disciples.

No matter how strong the third-class disciples of Mount Hua were, there was a fundamental difference between that and challenging the second-class disciples. Jin Geum-Ryong had never heard of a younger generation challenging the seniors of a sect before.

Just being offered such a proposal was shameful.

"That bastard…!"

As soon as Jin Geum-Ryong called out, Sama Seung grabbed his shoulder.

"E-elder."

"Calm down."

"But…"

Sama Seung's face distorted.

"Our name has already been dragged through the mud. If we reject this offer to save face, others will only say that we ran away in fear."

Jin Geum-Ryong bit his lip.

He couldn't deny it. That damn bastard wouldn't think twice about spreading that rumor. If the battle had been proposed politely or gently, there would have been a justified way to reject it. However, there was no way out when the child so brazenly provoked their sect.

It was a disgraceful proposal to accept, yet humiliating to reject.

Sama Seung raised his head and looked at Chung Myung.

"Chung Myung, was it?"

"Yes. You didn't seem to remember very well before, but now you seem to get it."

"I heard your suggestion, but I don't think you're in a position to make this offer on behalf of Mount Hua, are you?"

"Then ask the sect leader yourself. Well, it isn't that hard."

"You…"

That brat really could twist someone's stomach with words alone.

"I'm pointing out your attitude. There's an order to everything. Is this how they teach you in Mount Hua?

It was a cheap but effective attack. Once in a bad mood, attack using age and manners. Hasn't this method been tried and true since the ancient past?

"I don't know how Mount Hua teaches because I only joined recently. So, I haven't had the time to learn properly. Since I grew up as an orphan, I have my shortcomings, so I hope you understand."

"Uh…"

'Suddenly mentioning his parents?'

'Then what am I supposed to say?'

Chung Myung stared at Hwang Mun-Yak, while Sama Seung tried to find some other way to push him down.

"How about it?"

"I-it seems fine, but…?"

"There are only people from Mount Hua and the Southern Edge sect here. We need an objective judgment."

'Someone to take our side.'

With the officials of Shaanxi present, Southern Edge must strive for victory at all costs. They can't afford to step down, or else they'd be disgraced as cowards who are afraid of losing to their opponents.

Hwang Mun-Yak coughed and asked while looking at the crowd.

"What do you think?"

"Umm. Regardless of what is fair or not, we would love to see more spars!"

"Actually, I want to see how well the third-class disciples can hold their ground against the second-class disciples. It's very exciting."

Hwang Mun-Yak nodded his head.

Of course, the audience would agree. This would take the fighting to the next level. By asking a third-class disciple to face a second-class, one could see how strong the disciples really are.

"I'm looking forward to it, young disciple."

Chung Myung nodded his head.

"So, the audience has given permission. Sect leader! How about you!?"

Hyun Jong looked at Chung Myung with a puzzled expression.

"What is he doing?"

Hyun Jong asked Un Geom for help.

"Allow him, Sect leader."

"Allow? You think I should allow this nonsense?"

"He's a smart child."

"…"

Un Geom spoke firmly.

"Maybe this sounds exaggerated, but I've never felt that child to be foolish or immature. In fact, there are times when it seemed like he was teasing me or trying to pull one over my head. Didn't Sect Leader also admit that this boy has a certain depth to him?

"Sure, but…"

Clearly, that was the case with Chung Myung.

He was like an old man wearing the mask of a child.

"There is no way such a child could act ignorant suddenly. I'm sure that he has an answer ready, so please allow it. Above all else…."

Un Geom smiled and spoke.

"What's wrong with losing now? We have nothing to lose anyway."

Hyun Jong looked at Un Geom, confidence gleaming within his eyes.

Hyun Jong looked at the remaining elders and confirmed their thoughts through their eyes before nodding in consent.

'If it's as Un Geom said, then everything that's happened was due to that child's plan.'

There was nothing left to do but to trust that everything would work out.

Hyun Jong wondered if he was expecting too much from a child, but Mount Hua truly had nothing to lose.

Even if they lost horribly, they wouldn't forget the victories they had already earned.

Hyun Jong, who made up his mind, spoke in a loud voice.

"Mount Hua agrees."

Immediately, cheers erupted from the onlookers.

"Oh! Then the Southern Edge can't back down!"

"Such spectacular events today! I need to talk about what I saw. I didn't expect such a lively show!"

"Mount Hua is Mount Hua, after all. No wonder it's called the most prestigious sect! There may be ups and downs, but there's no downfall."

Hwang Mun-Yak smiled bitterly as he heard the change in the crowd's attitude.

'Bat-like bastards!'

But this was the nature of a merchant and the general reaction of most people. Isn't it human nature to want to befriend powerful and promising figures?

In other words, Mount Hua was starting to look like a place worthy of risk and trade.

'Then… how will the Southern Edge Sect react?'

Personally, Hwang Mun-Yak would never accept this offer. Because there were no benefits to be won but much to lose. But what if he was in Sama Seung's position?

'I would accept.'

Unlike merchants, a martial arts sect cannot simply withdraw.

This was because of their self-esteem and pride.

It was impossible to retract their tail and cower away after receiving such an advantageous offer from a sect that's weaker than themselves. So, naturally…

"We agree as well!"

That's right!

They would obviously come out.

Hwang Mun-Yak looked at them with excitement.

Yoon Jong sprinted up with a terrified face and grabbed Chung Myung before dragging him along.

"What's wrong with you?"

When Chung Myung protested, Yoon Jong pulled him to the corner and softly asked.

"Brat! What are you up to?"

"What?"

"How can we defeat the second-class disciples? They're the second-class disciples of the Southern Edge sect! Jin Geum-Ryong! The best in Shaanxi!"

"Oh? Really?"

"N-No way, do you really think we can beat them? Are you saying we got that much stronger?"

"Sahyung."

"Uh?"

"Don't you think people should have a conscience?"

"…"

"I rescued a drowning man, and now he wants to fight someone that's armed with a club in hand. What? You think you could win?"

"A-No… I was just asking."

Yoon Jong was excited and hopeful, just a little bit.

"Don't even dream about it. You won't win."

Especially over Jin Geum-Ryong.

If it was any of the other disciples, maybe it was worth a try? Well… that wouldn't be easy either. But if Jin Geum-Ryong steps forward, none of the third-class disciples would be able to do anything.

What Chung Myung taught would work on those of the same age, but the difference was too great when fighting someone older and more experienced.

"T-then what are you going to do?"

Chung Myung chuckled.

"The plan is simple…."

"Wheel Warfare…"

Sama Seung said firmly.

"It's obvious what they're planning. They want to whittle down our strength by cycling through their disciples in order to score at least one victory against us. After battling nine times in a row, their last competitor will be able to secure an easy victory over our exhausted disciple."

Sama Seung immediately recognized what was happening.

The victor continues to fight.

In other words, those who don't lose can't step down. If they continue to win consecutively, they will drain all of their stamina.

"Maybe he assumed that Jin Geum-Ryong would lead the charge."

Jin Geum-Ryong takes the lead. After nine of the third-class disciples came out, he would be exhausted and out of stamina. Finally, Chung Myung would come and defeat the tired Jin Geum-Ryong.

Nine defeats and only one victory.

But this one win would be worth more than all nine defeats. The fact that Jin Geum-Ryong of the Southern Edge Sect was defeated by Mount Hua's third-class disciples would spread.

Sama Seung ground his teeth.

"Such a sneaky bastard."

Shaking his head, he looked at Jin Geum-Ryong.

"You know what you have to do."

Jin Geum-Ryong.

"Without losing. Over ten. Over twenty! I will deal with as many as you like."

"No."

"… Uh?"

Sama Seung shook his head.

"There's no need for you to jump into their trap."

Jin Geum-Ryong showed a look of disgust.

"But…"

"What pride is there in willingly jumping into your enemy's trap? People will only discuss how those third-class disciples toyed around with you."

Jin geum-Ryong bit his lip.

That made sense. This match was strange from the start and could be interpreted that way.

"You will go last."

"… Yes, I understand."

"The first…"

Sama Seung turned his head.

"You go, Yu Baek."

"Yes, elder! I will not disappoint you."

"It's alright even if we don't win every match. Defeat as many as you can until you run out of stamina; once you feel exhausted, simply surrender and return. Never fall under their swords. Do you understand?

"Yes!"

Sama Seung gnashed his teeth.

It was best if Yu Baek defeated everyone. If he's unable to, at the very least, they should finish by only sending out two people.

'Then Jong Seo-Han? Since Geum-Ryong can't go out, he's the next best. Lee Song-Baek has been strong lately as well….'

"Ugh?"

At that moment, he heard a bizarre whistling sound and looked at the stage.

"… w-what?"

And Sama Seung saw it.

Chung Myung, who had been dragged away by someone to talk to, walked out on stage with a wooden sword draped over his shoulder.

"Plan, what plan? Hurry and come get beaten. I am the plan!"

Chung Myung smiled as he lowered his head.

"I will make this a day you can never forget, Southern Edge Sect."

It was a calm but bold declaration.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Chung Myung.

The fact that Chung Myung took the lead was something no one predicted.

Anybody with some knowledge of martial arts… no, even a person with no understanding of martial arts could tell that Chung Myung was the most exceptional among Mount Hua's third-class disciples.

Usually, the strongest fighter would wait until the final moments to have a favorable chance at victory, especially in events like this where the winner continues until they lose.

'What the hell is he thinking?'

'Does he want to fight against the Southern Edge Sect's disciples head-on?'

Those who predicted some kind of trick out of Chung Myung were confused and struggled to comprehend his actions.

Hyun Jong and Un Geom were the same, as were Hwang Mun-Yak and Yoon Jong.

"S-sahyung. Shouldn't we stop him now? I will take the lead. Then—"

"You know there's nothing we can do, right?"

When the third-class disciples approached him and asked, Yoon Jong, frowned.

"How can we stop him when he's the one throwing himself out there?"

Everyone's concerned gazes focused on Chung Myung's back. But Chung Myung simply kept his sights on the Southern Edge Sect.

'Do kids today know the legend of the strongest swordsman that single-handedly defeated a gang of people when he was just fifteen?'

Maybe the story was still told. Well, this person was from an era even before Chung Myung, but he'd heard this story over and over again.

'It's said that Buddha was just eighteen when he gained insight.'

That was also a story that resonated throughout the world.

Other than that, there were no other examples.

The masters of those generations, who made names for themselves since childhood, must have also been told similar legends.

Why? Because without such stories, there would be no conversation.

The world they lived in praised the strong. In order to prove one's strength and display their skills, a worthy opponent must be overcome.

Martial sects were the same.

No matter how strong Mount Hua becomes, no one would appreciate the change if they could not prove it. Whether they grew twice as strong or ten times, no one would ever know that change came to Mount Hua.

Change must be seen with the eyes and experienced with the body. Every powerful person needed to recognize the change Mount Hua was undergoing. That was the quickest way to rebuild Mount Hua's reputation.

And today.

Chung Myung intended to create a legend that would spread the name of Mount Hua.

'There are two ways to make a name for a sect.'

One is to build achievements that no one can ignore.

And the other is to prove the sect's strength.

The strongest sect? That's good.

The best swordsman in the world? That's good too.

However, the best way is to have rising stars among the disciples.

People treat others the most favorably when they have higher expectations of them. The strongest sect may be seen as an enemy, while the strongest swordsman would be seen as competition. Rather than those options, having powerful disciples with potential that live up to the expectations of others is the most comfortable way.

There is a reason that young geniuses are evaluated as rising dragons and tigers. This was an eternal law of sects that has been passed down from generation to generation.

Mount Hua's third-class disciples defeated the Southern Edge Sect's third-class disciples?

That would be a fun story.

The third-class disciples defeated Southern Edge Sect's second-class disciples?

That's a remarkable event.

But!

A single third-class disciple from Mount Hua swept through Southern Edge Sect's second-class disciples one after another?

This news would turn the world upside down.

And it would become a shame that the Southern Edge Sect would be unable to wash away for generations.

Chung Myung smiled.

'Why did you have to touch Mount Hua?'

'If you wanted to touch it, you should have done it when I wasn't alive.'

"Well, shouldn't I collect some interest while I'm at it?"

As Chung Myung raised his sword, Yu Baek approached and stood across from him as he spoke.

"Your confidence is clearly second to none in this world, but I'll let you know that self-confidence without skill is a shortcut to a disgraceful defeat."

"Phew."

Chung Myung just lifted the sword without answering.

Normally, he would have said something back, but now he wasn't in the mood.

Instead, he looked back at the third-class disciples of Mount Hua.

"Sahyung."

"…C-concentrate on the match!"

"Remember my words. Do not miss a thing."

"Huh?"

Perhaps this was a rare chance to see an interesting performance from a real match.

Chung Myung looked at Yu Baek and said

"Mount Hua's third-class disciple, Chung Myung, asks for a match."

Yu Baek, who was about to say something, flinched and then accepted.

"The Southern Edge Sect's second-class disciple, Yu Baek, accepts Mount Hua's offer."

The third-class disciples who were watching felt their bodies tense up.

'There's something different about him right now.'

This wasn't the usual Chung Myung that they knew.

The usual Chung Myung would have provoked the enemy in front of him the moment he stood against him. However, his iconic playfulness was nowhere to be found.

A frigid feeling came from his back that left them feeling cold.

Like…

A swordsman heading into the battlefield.

Yoon Jong couldn't take his eyes off Chung Myung as if he was possessed; he felt that something extraordinary was about to happen.

And at that moment

Chung Myung's sword moved slowly.

The sword that began moving from above slowly descended until it was brought back to its original form.

Yoon Jong couldn't breathe as he saw this scene.

The Initial form.

Chung Myung was now displaying the initial form of the Equilibrium of Six Sword.

The initial form was a greeting and courtesy to inform the opponent that he was ready to begin. But now, Yoon Jong felt as if he was being sucked into that otherwise simple movement.

It was an absolutely perfect sword, with perfect speed and perfect form.

'How could so much be shown with just that one move?'

Yoon Jong noticed.

This wasn't something that was being shown to the opponent. It was meant for Mount Hua's disciples. From now on, he would be using the Equilibrium of Six Sword, so he was asking them to pay attention.

"Don't miss it."

Yoon Jong shouted unconsciously.

"Don't miss a single one of Chung Myung's moves! Never! Don't even blink; just watch him!"

No one replied. They all just nodded. They were all trying their best to capture Chung Myung's movements.

"I'll fix that troublemaking head of yours!"

Perhaps Yu Baek couldn't understand how fearsome Chung Myung was, or maybe it was because of his opponent's pressure, but Yu Baek burst into a scream as he rushed at Chung Myung.

Chung Myung's eyes just looked at him coldly.

Equilibrium of Six.

This sword technique was the basis for all of Mount Hua's swordsmanship.

Four cardinal directions brought together on earth and beneath heaven combine into six. It represents everything within the world as well as unity.

That was the essence of this simple and basic swordsmanship.

Stab! Cut! Slash! Block!

Nothing more than basic swordsmanship.

But in the end, every sword technique in the world begins with these movements. No sword can escape this rule.

The opponent's sword danced gracefully in the sky.

"That!"

Hyun Jong's eyes went wide as he noticed something strange.

That swordsmanship was reminiscent of a flower in full bloom. Doesn't it seem familiar to something he'd heard about?

Did the Southern Edge Sect have such sword arts?

Aside from the beautiful appearance, the sharpness of the swordsmanship was apparent. Dozens of sword-like forms swept in for Chung Myung with bizarre petal-like movements.

However, Chung Myung's eyes began to ice over and emit a deathly chill as he saw this technique.

Chung Myung merely took a single step forward, aiming for the top. At the same time, he thrust his sword ahead.

"Kuak!"

The change that was forming in the air disappeared like a ghost.

'H-How?'

Chung Myung's sword, which precisely struck and interrupted the flowing swordplay, hit Yu Baek's wrist. Yu Baek retreated as he felt the heavy pain assail his senses.

But it was an obvious mistake.

Chung Myung took another step and swung his sword down.

Kak!

Chung Myung's wooden sword, loaded with qi, collided with Yu Baek's simple sword and echoed loudly with a dull sound. Somehow, he had managed to raise his sword in time to block. However, the weight of Chung Myung's blow came crashing down upon his body.

"Kuak!"

Yu Baek eventually pushed the sword of Chung Myung away and stepped back.

However, with a cold and expressionless face, Chung Myung stepped closer and swung his sword.

There was no flashy movement. It wasn't some sharp sword or weighted move.

It was a simple sword movement.

Stab! Cut! Slash! Block.

Yet, the child's sword couldn't be blocked. If it was blocked, the blade would fly again, and if it was pushed away, it would strike the chin.

'W-what is this?'

Yu Baek blocked and blocked again, but each time Chung Myung's sword was blocked, he would be pushed back several steps.

'J-just once!'

He only needed one opportunity. Then, by inserting his sword into that gap, he could display his sect's swordsmanship.

If he could unfold the Southern Edge Sect's newest sword art, then this cheeky bastard could be defeated.

But…

"Ack!"

Unfortunately for him, Chung Myung's sword struck before he could fully display the technique earlier.

His wrist seemed to have been broken as he screamed in agony. But with his pride on the line, he didn't withdraw.

'O-once!'

Just break through the child's sword once…

But the sword of Chung Myung kept coming.

And the cost of not receiving Chung Myung's sword properly was great. Chung Myung's sword fell at a slow pace, it wasn't quick, yet it destroyed Yu Baek's flow.

'W-what the hell is this?'

Realizing that he was being driven into a corner, Yu Baek looked at Chung Myung's sword as if his soul had been drained from his body.

Stab.

Swing.

Yet, he couldn't find a single gap between those movements.

Perfect. It was absolutely perfect.

Kang!

In the end, Yu Baek was unable to keep up with the change in movements, and his sword was deflected away. As his sword rose into the sky, Yu Baek stared at Chung Myung's sword as it keenly slashed for his head.

"This must be a dream…."

Pang!

Chung Myung's sword stopped right in front of his head. He didn't hit, but that was enough. Unable to handle this strike, Yu Baek stumbled back.

"S-Sajae!"

"Sahyung!"

That was the end.

Staring at the Southern Edge disciples that gathered, Chung Myung simply continued to gaze at them from afar.

Those who received that look felt a chill run down their spine and took a step back.

Chung Myung spoke with the softest voice.

"Next."

"…"

That was the moment when the Southern Edge Sect disciples desperately realized that something was wrong.