Chapter 854: I just came out? (4)

Chapter 854: I just came out (4)

"eww… …."

Gwag Hoe entered the restaurant with a dead look on his face. No, instead of saying he got in, it would be better to say he managed to drag his body without falling.

He stumbled, then grabbed a chair and sat down.

He looks like he's going to die.

It was a phrase he used to use when he was bored. But Guo Hui couldn't bring himself to say it, because he now realized that it was not a word he should have used so casually.

Because he's about to die?

No.

Because the person in front of him looks like he's going to die.

"..., Sasuk. Are you okay...?"

Gwag Hoe looked at Baek Cheon with trembling eyes.

Baek Cheon slowly raised his head, and when he saw the look on his face, Gwag Hoe almost voluntarily turned his gaze.

'Oh, my God… … .'

It was really scary.

Perhaps, if someone returned after being away from Mount Hua for about 10 days, they would never recognize him as Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon's face, which was always present no matter where he was given as a greeting, was nowhere to be seen.

His cheeks were sunken in, his cheekbones were protruded, his eyes were sunken in, and his throat was hollow.

The once bright skin turned black and rough like pine bark, and the once bright eyes became dull and reminiscent of rotten remains.

"He doesn't look like a person."

From the looks of it, it's like someone dug up a buried person and sat them down.

"...Aigo. Sasuk...."

"Aigo...."

Everyone who saw it was speechless.

But no one asked why Baek Cheon became like this, and the reason was because he was already staying in Baek Cheon's body.

Under the sunken face, the neck still maintains its white color.

There were countless red lines drawn here and there.

'The bastard who doesn't even look like a human.'

Looking at the wounds, Gwag Hoe shuddered.

From that day on, whenever Cheung Myung felt bored, he would confront Baek Cheon. And every time he hit him, he always left a scar on Baek Cheon's neck.

At first, he didn't understand. Why would Baek Cheon's condition, which hadn't suffered any major trauma, become noticeably worse after each match?

‏But Gwag Hoe quickly understood why.

When Cheongmyeong, who knocked out all five swords, Cheong Myeong gathered the Three-grade Disciples together for a duel.

Only then did Gwag Hoe realize.

Cheung Myung's sword, which flew towards his neck without the slightest hesitation, clearly contained killing intent to kill Gwag Hoe.

When the sword swung like this and coldly touched his neck, Gwag Hoe clearly felt death. A terrible feeling as if consciousness had suddenly been lost and the whole body had fallen into the abyss.

"I died once."

When he came back to his senses, the sword he was carrying had fallen to the ground, and Kwak Ho was sitting on the ground, trembling, unable to control his body.

For the next three days, he suffered nightmares.

Every time he closed his eyes, he dreamed of a sword flying out and cutting his throat. He would wake up screaming and finally fall back asleep, only to have his head cut off again.

It was then that Gwag Hoe realised.

He realized how deep and heavy the word "death" is, even when it is spoken so casually.

"I was only like this once."

What can Baek Cheon, who goes through this situation dozens of times a day, do with the hardships he is going through?

‏teolsseog.

"sa, sago!"

"Are you okay, Sago?"

"No, Cheong-myeong, this asshole.... He's a real dick...."

Yoo Iseol staggered over and collapsed beside Baek Cheon, her appearance no different from his. Looking at her now, no one would be able to recognize the usual Yoo Iseol.

The only difference was that Baek Cheon's face was black and dead, while Yoo Iseol's face was as white and bloodless as a corpse.

It was then that Yoo Iseol forced her lips to open and muttered something.

"Yes, sago?"

"On...."

"Yes?"

After swallowing dryly several times, Yu Yixue finally spoke.

"Outside...on....hanging....Yun jung."

".....Yes, I'll bring him over now."

At the very least, Yoon jong and Jo geol will be lying down in the training hall, so you should probably ask them to bring them. Although everyone was in a miserable state, some of them moved their feet to somehow bring them down on the two people.

but after that.

Bam..

The door opened without any hesitation, and a person slowly entered carrying two people.

"Eek."

"Monk!"

Hye-yeon.

He was barely entering the restaurant, dragging Yoon jong and Jo gul, who were lying down.

"Pa, hurry up and pick them up!"

"Give it to me, monk!"

Monk Hye-yeon is a monk, and there's nothing wrong with carrying two people, but when you look at him now, you can't help but run.

A face that looks like it has been starving for ten years.

Hye-yeon stumbled and grabbed a chair.

Baek Cheon, Yoo Iseol, and Hye-yeon looked at each other with open eyes without saying a word.

All of the Mount Hua disciples who were watching the scene struggled to swallow their heavy tears.

"Who knew bongmun could be like this?"

They thought they would work hard to death.

"...I understand one thing."

"What do you mean?"

Baek Sang laughed.

"…Bongmun's decision was right. This kind of scene is definitely not something to be shown to others."

"...".

Everyone nodded at these words.

Who else could see cheong myeong swinging his sword as if he were going to kill the condemned man?

In fact, they had already seen it many times when they fought together.

Any disciple of Mount Hua knew that he became a different person when he entered battle and picked up his sword.

But they didn't know.

What happens when this sword is pointed at them? What did those who dealt with Cheong myeong see and feel?

"Myriad Man House is 100 times better."

They had never felt this kind of fear even when dealing with the Myriad Man House, who were famous for being ferocious and evil even among the evil factions.

"…Can we really survive?"

The training they have done so far has been an extension of their efforts.

However, within a few days of starting this training, everyone realized something.

This training is not an effortless process.

This is an issue that must be overcome.

The question is whether you can overcome this fear and trepidation and find your sword through repeated sparring that feels like real fighting, or even worse than real fighting.

"Can we really do this?"

Everyone's hearts, which were full of confidence, sank greatly.

"sahyeong. At least have some porridge. Or I can't stand it."

Baek Sang presented the plate of porridge he brought to Baek Cheon.

Baek Cheon, who had been staring blankly at the ceiling, slowly turned his head, his eyes looking so weak that he wondered if he could see the bowl of porridge.

but.

teog.

Baek Cheon suddenly grabbed the bowl of porridge, opened his mouth wide, and poured out the porridge in one go.

"sahyeong?"

"Ugh!"

His body seemed unable to even accept the porridge, so he covered his mouth as if he was vomiting. But Baek Cheon just swallowed the porridge.

swallowing.

After repeating this several times and emptying his bowl, Baek Cheon stood up trembling, then grabbed the sword that was beside him and headed towards the door.

"Ah, where are you going? Sahyeong!"

"... … an exercise."

Yes? Training...Are you crazy? You need to take a break! Where are you going with that molle! "

"...I have to do this."

"Yes?"

Baek Cheon looked at Baek Sang with a blank face and muttered.

"The practice... I did this afternoon was just practice.... It's not enough to improve my skills. I need to practice swordsmanship... separately."

"...".

"Don't miss a day of.... Not a day."

Is this person really crazy?

His hands are shaking and he cannot hold the sword properly, and even at this moment his legs are shaking like poplars and look like they might break at any moment.

But you want to practice swordsmanship with this body?

"Enough...!"

It was then.

‏teog!

Yoo Iseol grabbed the bowl of porridge on the table and poured it all into his mouth like Baek Cheon.

"No....this person?"

It was the same for Hyeyeon.

Even Yoon jong and Jo gul, who were lying on the floor, groaned and got up, grabbing the bowl of porridge and somehow putting it in their mouths.

"Well, I need to eat... …you have to eat to live..."

"Ooohhhh!"

The two of them somehow managed to shove the porridge into their stomachs and pull themselves up.

"this… … ".

"I'm dying, really...."

Those carrying swords staggered and walked out.

"Oh, no. sahyeong!"

"Dude! Are you all crazy?"

Jo Gul turned his head, his face like a corpse.

"Didn't you hear what Sasuk said...?"

"...."

"He said sword training... is separate."

The disciples' mouths dropped open.

"It's even harder for ...saber training, so how can I... you, damn it."

"Let's go."

"...Yes."

A chilling silence descended on the restaurant as Yoon jong and Jo Gul staggered out.

"...they're really out of there mind."

"How can we live with that?"

Through the open door, they heard the sound of the sword swing of the Five Swords Group as they waved their swords as they walked out to the training ground.

The sun has set a long time ago....

When everyone was stunned and unable to continue speaking, Kwak Hui opened his mouth.

"But where is Cheung Myung?"

"…Cheong Myung isn't finished yet."

"What?"

Baek Sang sighed and said.

"I understood that after our training, he will train with the first-rate disciples, and after that, he will train with the elders."

"...".

"Maybe he'll do his personal training then."

For a moment, Kwak Hui's vision became blurry.

They take turns sparring with Cheongmyeong. But if Baek Sang's words are true now, doesn't that mean that Cheung Myung is fighting and fighting endlessly from dawn to dawn, and on top of that, he is also doing his personal training?

"…Can a human do that?"

"How long has this man been a human?"

Baek Sang gritted his teeth with an annoyed face.

Then he grabbed the bowl next to him and poured it into his mouth all at once.

"Ah. Shit. It's really tasteless. Ask them to add more salt."

"Sasuke?"

Baek Sang grabs the sword and walks out.

"Let's go."

"...He falls down, Sasuk."

"What is that?"

Baek Sang said dryly.

"There's no point in re-alarming now anyway. We've sealed the gate."

"...?"

"If you fall down, nothing happens to you, so what's the big deal about falling down?"

"...".

"You can't win with skill anyway."

Baek Sang said as he looked at all the students in the restaurant.

"Then at least you shouldn't lose by force, damn it, do you have no skills or resolve?"

These words seemed to ignite a spark. The eyes of Mount Hua's disciples were filled with poison once again.

Everyone held the bowl of porridge in front of them and drank it.

thud!!

They put the bowl of porridge aside and stood precariously, one by one.

"Who said we would lose?"

"We also have a lot to say, Cheong myeong always took Sasuk and Sahyung with him, so it would have been different if we were there."

"Just because it's the Five Swords of Mount Hua, it's not always the Five Swords of Mount Hua, we'll have to decide again when bongmun is finished!"

Those inside the restaurant rushed outside.

The Mount Hua Training Hall is not as brightly lit as usual because it does not receive guests.

The sound of sword swinging began to be heard continuously in the dark training hall.

Training that is not monitored or imposed by anyone.

The first step to overcoming limitations and overcoming yourself is to commit to doing so.

At the end of the swords of the Mount Hua disciples, a firm determination began to form.

maybe.

A firm determination to remain on the tip of their swords for the rest of their lives.