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Chapter 629

It was a little strange.

Although he has been learning the sword for quite a long time and has been doing his own thing, Woon-gum has never done a proper dance with anyone before.

This position was the first proper inscription of his life.

How he feels about that situation is…….

‘I’m a little excited.’

If it was a sign to prove one’s ability, one might have been nervous. But now this beemoo is not a place to prove his skills.

It’s just…

Ungum, who stood on the stage, faced his opponent.

“Hwasan’s great disciple, Ungum.”


On the other side, the silent eye stared at the empty sleeve of the ungum.

“The First Disciple…….”

The sense of apathy muttered as if it was unexpected.

“I didn’t know that a great student of HWASAN would go on a bimu.”

The ungum scratched his cheek with a slightly embarrassed face.

“He’s a poor man who enjoys his students’ reputation, but he doesn’t have to worry about wielding a sword.”

It was a calm voice. Mucak looked at him like that and nodded.

An empty arm means a lot. Perhaps at first, he learned the sword with superiority, and at some point, he began to learn the left sword.

A name I’ve never heard of. An evaluation of Hawasan’s disciples. And a left-handed sword. There is no element of appreciation for either.


You’re not a pushover.’

The exuberance was enough to press all those elements.

It’s as still as a mountain at dawn.

It felt like the name “Inspection” was embodied in human form.

The apnea sighed softly.

“No, it’s the same no matter who the opponent is.’

I can’t lose anymore. The shaman was on the brink of a precipice now.

“I’m a shaman’s great disciple.”

“Hwasan’s great disciple, Ungum.”

The two men, who pulled out their swords and took the ceremony, pointed their swords at each other.


Baek Cheon slowly looked down at his hand. How tightly he held it, the sweat was gathering on his white palm.

Ungum sasuk.

When I looked around, the other students were also staring at the stage with an overly nervous face.

“I should have gone out.….”

Baek Sang muttered in a tearful voice.

He seemed to be unforgivable, making him hesitate to go out on his own. Baek Cheon said firmly.

“It’s not your fault.”


“Even if you hadn’t hesitated, your master would have come forward in the end. Don’t think about useless things.”

“……Yes, the death penalty.”

Baek Cheon clenched his fist again.

Tension, no, this is a worry.

But none of Hwasan’s disciples are worried about the loss of Ungum. Even if they lose miserably without even looking at the sword properly, none of the Hwasan disciples dare to look down on the ungum.

It wouldn’t be possible, but if there was someone like that, Baek Cheon wouldn’t put up with it first.

However, what they were worried about was not defeat, but the pain of their hearts that they had to face their own swords that they had never done before.

Ungum has lived a life of sincerity without a day’s rest. What did it mean to him to lose his superiority and his undefeated power?

“Living quarters…….”

Eventually, a groan-like voice leaked out.

It’s still clearly in my memory. The image of Ungum, who was bleeding through the enemy’s spear.Ungum’s empty sleeves are the product of their weaknesses and a symbol of the efforts of their predecessors who risked their lives to protect them.

So it was indescribably painful to watch.

To his disciples, including Baek Cheon, the cloud sword was always like a high mountain. With such strength, every one of us has surpassed the ungum. There was no one who thought.

That empty sleeve was so painful and sad.

“If only Private Life hadn’t lost its arm…….”

Someone’s little murmur penetrated the ears of other Hwasan’s disciples.

Then, Chung-Myung, who was sitting silently and turned around, raised his eyes.

“These new chicks…….”


“The death penalty is not someone to worry about. Don’t say anything and just watch!”

Turning his head without waiting for an answer, he fixed his eyes on Ungum again.

It was a normal back, not too big, not too small. However, Chung-Myung breathed out quietly, looking at Ungum’s back, which somehow grabbed people’s attention.

‘It’s still awkward.’

The ungum thought, gripping the sword with its left hand.

There was a time when a sword felt like a part of the body.

The sword became me, and I became the sword.

However, his right hand, which naturally accepted the sword, no longer exists. The unfamiliar left-handed sword still gave a sense of incompatibility.

Perhaps this sense of incompatibility will never fade away until the moment of death.

The moment when a sword was considered a part of his body may never return to his life.


He breathed out a short breath and said, “Stable force on the hand holding the sword.”

“Come here.”

The sense of silence nodded briefly.


His body, which hit the floor, flew quickly toward the ungum.


Sword and sword collided in Ho Gong. The heavy shock delivered through the coroner’s body caused the ungum to stagger.

Oh, my god!

At the same time, the sword was quickly recovered and struck again like a bolt of lightning. The swords, which were split in several branches, stabbed the ungum everywhere.


The ungum, which slams the flying sword, steps on the back of the sword.

You have to avoid the rain first. It is not bad to back down moderately when your opponent is raising his momentum.

One was also not intended to let go of the ungum easily.

It was crushed forward faster than the retreating ungum. It was a relentless move like a predator after prey.


The edge of the sword resonated sharply with the sound of ripping the atmosphere. A sharp sword, which is not shamanistic, was heard for the core of the ungum.


In the aggressive movement, the ungum, which vomited short breath, hit the flying sword upward.


As soon as the sword bounced up with a simple binge, the saber lifted itself up to Ho Gong following the sword’s power.

Then it fell faster than it rose and struck the sword at the head of the ungum.


The ungum quickly lifted the plum sword and blocked the descending Songmungom.

Sword and sword hit and pushed each other away.

The left arm of the ungum with the plum sword was shaking like an asiatic tree. The opponent holds the sword with both hands and pushes it down with all his might. It was never easy to bear that power with one arm.

My teeth are interlocking like they’re going to break.The drama.

The sword and the sword rubbed together, creating a creepy sound. But at that moment.


Water-like swords shot out like waterfalls from the contactless sword. Ungum’s eyes were wide open.


A shrieked apnea pushed the unsword with force. Ungum’s body, which could not withstand the power, bounced back and rolled on the floor.

“Living bird!”

“For Christ’s sake! Sa-suk!”

A high shriek, unlike the Hwasan disciples, was heard to the stage. The ungum rolled over and over again in the scream quickly rose to form again.


The senseless man, who gained a clear advantage in the exchange, stopped at the spot instead of hitting the ungum one after another.

And I looked at the ungum with eyes filled with sorrow.

“I don’t think…….”

A moment’s hesitation, he said.

“The left-handed sword doesn’t seem very familiar.”

Ungum smiled bitterly.

“That’s what happened.”

“It’s a pity.”

His face, which shook his head as if he meant it, was filled with sadness.

“It would have been a great game if you hadn’t lost your superiority. It’s a shame and a shame.”


This was not a provocation.

It was a real pure, uninhabited regret. But that’s why it broke a person’s heart more painful than provocation. Sometimes harmless words of consolation made people harder than malicious accusations.

However, the unexamined sword was calm without showing any signs of concern.

“But I’m not the type to be obsessed with what I’ve lost. If all I have is my left hand, I’ll do my best with it.”

“…Good night.”

The ungum and the sense of apathy get back into position.

Ungum smiled unconsciously as he looked at his sense of silence that pressured him with calm as a lake.

I’ve got more lies.’

You don’t have any lingering feelings?

No way.

There is still a lingering feeling. No, it’s full of it.

Still in the dream, he wields a sword with a familiar superiority. When I suddenly wake up from a deep sleep, I habitually try to move my right hand and get dazed.

a lowered martial arts

A strange life.

People don’t despair over things that never existed in the first place. When you lose what you have, and when you realize that you will never regain what you have lost, it is only then that you despair with all your heart.

Ungum’s eyes cast a glance at Hwasan’s disciples.

Worrying eyes, restless faces.

‘Don’t look at me like that.’

Even in the meantime, the most unfamiliar face in the world was unam. Unam, who had always been the face of a calm Do-in, was chewing her lips with a face she had never seen before.

The death penalty.

Yeah, it used to be.

A time when they didn’t let go of the dream yet.

By the time I was tired of training until dawn and leaned against the wall, Unam would sometimes come and have a deep conversation.

One day Unam became Hwasan’s long story, and he was determined to become Hwasan’s first sword and regain the reputation that the envoy had lost.

Yeah, I made that promise.

It’s a promise that’s faded.

– Ungum, I’m not going to be in a lengthy position.

‘The death penalty…’

Yes, the light has faded.

Unam has given up his lengthy position for future generations, and he may never be able to seek the post of Hawsan First Sword again.

A fleet that endured the long darkness and a future generation that built a shining reputation.

The Unja boats are just connecting the two in between.”Go!”

A bluish sword spewed out as if it were covering the rain.

It is truly vast and magnificent.

My eyes were blinded by the vivid senseless sword. That sword is still brightly lit.

Unlike him who has been cast aside.

You wanted it?

The sword of the ungum began to shoot out red swords.

He knows. That you’ll never get it back.

His brilliant days.The bluish youth, full of self-confidence.

The pure hope that it will come true if you try.

He will never come back to the faded.


‘My sword is still here.’

Even if you have to swing with unfamiliar hands.

Even if he can never reach the place he was aiming for now.

The plum sword, which has swung all its life, is still in his hands.


Ungum, who let out a pent-up shout, rushed toward the sword as if it were an angry wave.

What’s wrong with that?’

Is weakening a reason not to try?

Can this lingering lingering attachment be a reason not to let go?

“Watch, death penalty!”

Desired doesn’t mean it’s gone. Even dried branches bloom.

The sword, which rose from the end of the sword of Ungum, rose as red as anger throwing up at the world.

He’s still standing here.


Right here.


The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect

The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung.
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The Blooming of Plum Blossoms Mount Hua Sect The 13th disciple of the Great Mount Hua Sect. One of the Greatest Third-Generation Swordsmen. The Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung. After slicing the head of the peerless Heavenly Demon, who threw the world into chaos, he slept an eternal sleep on the peak of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. Jumping over a hundred years, he comes back in the body of a child. But… what? Mount Hua declined? What the hell are you talking about!? It’s only natural to want to live if you’re going broke. “Decline? Even though I’m here? Who would dare!” Plum blossoms eventually fall. But when the cold winter passes and spring comes, plum blossoms shall bloom again. “But I’m gonna die first before Mount Hua gets revived! If you’re gonna go bust, might as well do it right, you bastards!” The beginning of the Plum Blossom Sword Master, Chungmyung’s solitary struggle to save the thoroughly declining Mount Hua Sect


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