Chapter - 131 Episode 131. My work is just beginning! (1)

Yoon-jong looked embarrassed when he saw the shaman's inspections running toward him.

"Oh, you can't do this."

"Are you going to call me cowardly?"

"No, it's not that!"

Let's see. Four here?

"No, this is absurd!"

Yoon-jong quickly stepped back. Perhaps he was the first to win, so everyone came to him.

"You can't do this!"

"You talk a lot..."

"No, that's not it!"

Yoon-jong shouted out loud.

"I'm not the strongest of us! I'm the weakest!"

"……."

"Baek Cheon's private residence, by the way! If you're going to be like this, you should go to the second strongest!"

Yoon-jong's so intense reaction that shaman's disciples stare blankly at him. I can't even get angry at his face, which is so unfair.

"Who's the second strongest?"

When someone asked a question, Yoon-jong immediately raised his hand and pointed at one person.

"There you go! Hey! No snow!"

Suspicion was young on the faces of those who turned their heads toward the place pointed by Yoon-jong.

That person?

The sword cuts through the space.

Hawasan's sword was unfolding, distinctly different from what they had seen so far.

A way to spread out smoothly as if swimming in the sky.

It's not fancy, but it's a much more elegant sword.

Yoo-Esul's sword was folding the space.

The place where her sword unfolds feels far from where those watching stand.

The eyes of the shamans shake.

"So it's not me!"

Yoon-jong couldn't stand the injustice.

Yoo-Esul was originally strong.

Originally, Yoo-Esul should have taken one of the representatives of Ewha Womans University students at the Hwajong Branch. Even though she was young, she was quick at introduction and showed exceptional talent for swords.

If you look at it coolly, there wouldn't be many people at that point who would beat Yoo-Esul except Baek Cheon.

Such a person was taught by Chung-Myung.

'He's out of his mind, too.'

While others somehow hide from Huasan, who came to stay out of Chung-Myung's sight, Yoo-Esul somehow chased Chung-Myung to learn one more thing.

And blindly learned and learned without questioning the teaching.

After two years of doing it, I've now reached the point where I can't beat the sword.

Yoon-Jong thought that although it was impossible to evaluate accurately because he had never been directly attached to Baek Cheon, he would not be pushed back even if he didn't know.

Flop.

A shaman student who was dealing with Yoo-Esul eventually falls down without enduring it.

Cold silence dominated the hall.

"Argh!"

And a sharp scream breaks the cold.

The man who was dealing with Jo-Gol also allowed a good blow and held his leg. Blood is dripping down from a long cut on his right thigh.

Four

Four people collapsed in an instant.

The most shocking thing is that among those who fell, there was the autopsy, Jin Hyun.

'Death, death penalty...….'

'To one person.'

The disciples of the shaman bit their lips.

Jin Hyun is one step ahead of them. In other words, as long as Jin Hyun collapsed, none of them could defeat that Baek Cheon one-on-one.

And…… everyone else got hit too.

Six people are left.

Four people fell down.

Tens of thousands of people seem to doable. However, as long as Jin Hyun is among the fallen, it is safe to say that the power is weaker on six sides. What's more, they didn't get a speck of hurt.Can the six of them change this one-sided result?

The calculation was not that difficult.

The remaining people couldn't bring themselves to rush in and wince.

Baek Cheon, who recognized at once that they had lost their motivation in the movement, opened his mouth.

"Do you want to continue?"

"……."

A cornered rat bites a cat. Baek Cheon didn't mean to push things that far.

"If you keep going, it's not like you don't stand a chance. But those injured could be in trouble if they don't get treatment right now. It's not something big enough to abandon the future of the death penalty, is it?"

"Hmm."

"Stand down, this time we won. Take the death penalty and heal it and leave the South by tonight. Now that the autopsy has promised on my honor, I understand that the shaman is no longer involved in the affairs of the Chinese language. And the Jongdogwan, leave the South."

Jinmu bit his lips slightly in the eyes of the death penalty gathering on him.

Unless Jin Hyun is conscious, he is the one who decides.

This is something that must be successful somehow. But...

'We've already lost our game.'

Fighting here will only increase the damage.

After much consideration, Jinmu put his hands together to win the ticket.

"Thank you for your consideration. I'll admit we lost today."

Baek Cheon nodded still.

"I won't play the role."

"Sure."

When Jin-moo winked, the fine supported the injured death penalty and carried the unconscious on his back.

Then he took a look at Hwasan's disciples and began to leave the gate without saying a word.

"Get out of the way!"

Shaman's disciples rushed to Jongdogwan, pushing away people who had already filled the main gate.

And the South Koreans watching the scene couldn't shut their mouths.

They couldn't figure out the level of ignorance. All I saw was something flashing and flickering.

But anyone with eyes can't help but notice that the shaman is now stepping down from the gate of Hwasan after losing to him.

'Oh, my God, the shaman...….'

'Hwasan defeated the shaman.'

Which of these would have expected the outcome of Hawasan's defeat by the shaman?

Of course, the outcome of this contest doesn't tell us that Hawasan is as strong as Dangbo. It is not possible to discuss the gap between Hawasan and Wudang with just the best of his students.

But even if it doesn't mean much, it's clear that Hawasan defeated the shaman.

"Huh. I heard Hawasan is regaining his old status again. I guess that's really true story."

"You're right. Isn't that great? You fought a shaman to save Hwayeongmun!"

"That's a good place to live in. Ah, it's worth it!"

Those who were watching the game outside the collapsed fence began to buzz. Baek Cheon glanced at them once and turned away.

And slowly approached Wirip San.

"Moon-joo."

"Ah... Ah? Ah!"

Wirip San comes to his senses and looks at Baek Cheon. But words didn't come out of his mouth easily.

"Hwasan defended Hwahyeongmun."

"……."

Baek Cheon's death penalty lines up next to Baek Cheon. Wirip San bit his lips as he looked at Hwasan's disciples in front of him.

My eyes keep getting sour.

"As the literary master of the English language, I would like to express my gratitude to Hwasan."

When Wirip San had a deep gunfight, Baek Cheons faced each other."Don't mention it. I just did what I was supposed to do."

Wirip San, who can't bring his head up, and Hawasan's students who look at him with a smile.

It was a sight that anyone could nod their head.

"Oh, you're so moved."

"……."

What can I do with that son of a b*tc*?

* * *

"Congratulations, my lord."

"It was wonderful."

"Hahahaha! You've been living like that. You're finally getting your reward."

Wirip San threw his mouth over his ear and gave him a shot.

"Thank you. Thank you."

He left Wudang's disciples, but Wirip San could not rest. This is because residents of Namyeong came endlessly to congratulate him.

Most of them were just people who watched fire across the river when Hwa Yeongmun and Jongdogwan were at odds. Such people are only pretending to be close to Hwa Young-moon because they think he has firmly taken over the South Korea.

Wirip San greeted them with a smile, knowing the situation clearly.

What's the matter?

This is also a right that only winners can enjoy. Wouldn't anyone admit that it's a hundred times better to be in a fake position than to be defeated and leave Namyoung?

"I didn't know Hwasan would be so strong."

I didn't know either.

"That's why you were able to be so confident!"

Confident. Freeze to death.

Wirip San forced a smile.

I hope this smile will look like a confident smile.

After receiving the greetings of the guests for such a long time and apologizing from his students who returned, Wirip San was able to clean up the situation and return to the main body of Hwayeongmun Gate.

The body, which has yet to recover from its wounds, complained of fatigue, but Wirip San's mind was infinitely refreshed.

'Oh, this is the day.'

How can you not be happy? He got too much today.

First of all, he confirmed with his eyes that his quest, which he thought had fallen, had been perfectly revived. And I saw that the temple was rushing in every direction to help him.

'Father, you are not wrong.'

Thanks to his late father's words, he was able to face such a day.

Wirip San walked away, looking at it, with no more light steps. There are heroes who protected Hwayeongmun in here. Perhaps they are also toasting with joy at today's achievement by now.

"Apologize!"

You have to apologize for not trusting them, and for being subtly annoyed. And discuss the future of Hwasan with them and he toasts with them.

Wirip San shouted, slamming open the door of the main house.

"Have you been waiting...…."

But his voice didn't last long.

"No, no! You crazy bastard! Stop it!"

"What else are you going to do, man!"

"Get him! Get him now!"

"……."

The appliances are scattering in all directions.

A chair flies in the sky and a lamp hanging from the ceiling falls to the floor and ignites the floor.

There was only one impression of watching the mayhem.

'Has the shaman come back in?'

No, I don't think so.

So what the hell is going on here?

Gasp!

At that moment, Jo-Gol, who was running at Chung-Myung, kicked his butt and screamed out.

'He must have knocked down a shaman's disciple earlier.'

A man like that gets kicked down the ass?"Is it a dream?"

No, it's real.

Chung-Myung, who pushed the death penalty out of the chaotic space, grabbed his bundle and began to take something out.

'Clothes?'

What kind of clothes are you taking out? What's so great about that outfit...….

What?

That's a completely black outfit. Stick to your body?

Hahaha. Anyone can tell it's a complete thief or assassination...….

Why would you wear that, dude?

In an instant, Chung-Myung, dressed in black night clothes, held something black in his hand and looked at the death penalty.

Baek Cheon, who is sweating a lot on his forehead, raises both hands to calm Chung-Myung as if he were stopping a growling dog.

"Cheo, Chung-Myung. Take it easy and think again. The shamans are already back. You don't have to do this."

"Go back?"

"Well, yeah, you're back. I'm done with my work. Now all you have to do is return to Hawaii. You've been saying that many times. Don't get in trouble."

Chung-Myung smiles and nods.

"Oh, yeah. I'm done with private housing, accidents and the death penalty. You don't have to worry about that. I didn't like the insipid part, but I'll let it slide because I won. Except for Jo-Gol's death penalty."

"……Why me?"

Chung-Myung smiles at Jo-Gol, who is upset.

"By the way, private residence."

"Huh?"

"The work of the private sector is done. By the way."

Chung-Myung wore a mask in his hand over his face and tightened the strap. Then he said bleakly, distorting his exposed eyes.

"My work is just beginning!"

"……."

"I'm going to tell you what these bastards conspired to do, so wait here!"

I think you're the most conspiratorial guy.

"Here we go!"

"Get him!"

"Stop it, stop it! Stop that!"

But despite the desperate rush of his students, Chung-Myung dodged all the hands and flung himself out the door.

"……."

Then he winks at Wirip San standing at the door and hides it in the dark.

Soon the mine of Chung-Myung rang out in the distance.

"……I'm doomed."

"Oh, no...."

The hopeless voices of the students of Hwasan looking at Chung-Myung's disappearance with vain faces make this situation even more grotesque.

Wirip San looked up at the night sky with a grin on his face.

'Dad, I think something's wrong.'

I felt like I could hear my father's voice saying that I thought so.