Chapter - 616 Episode 616 will be the sword that represents volcanoes. (1)



"……Hwasan won?"



"What do you mean, look at it with your eyes?"



"…...to win twice in a row.”



The audience couldn't take their eyes off the stage as if they couldn't believe the situation. However, no matter how hard I rubbed my eyes, the person who collapsed was definitely a shaman's disciple.



"Four, the three greatest disciples...….”



"Oh, no. Do the three great disciples usually beat the great disciples?"



"There's no way! It's like your grandson beat your grandfather!"



"When I get older...….”



"Does he look old? And getting older in Gang-ho means you're as strong as he is! It doesn't mean you're weak!"



In fact, this is the fact that everyone knew. None of the people who had thrown their livelihood into this competition did not know such common sense.



Nevertheless, the reason why there are so many clear questions was that I couldn't believe the situation.



What kind of place is a shaman?



Isn't that a clique called the Northern Bank of the world with Shaolin? Such a shaman's great student loses to the three great disciples of Hwasan, who are just beginning to make a name for themselves?



I wouldn't believe it if I told anyone.



If they hadn't seen it with their eyes, it would have been hard to believe.



I came here with a heart of support for Hwasan, but it's literally 'cheering'. No one really believed that Hwasan could win against the shaman.



However, the results in front of their eyes were not beyond expectations, but far from what they expected.



"Hwasan is really…….”



Became stronger.



No, it's weird to say that I'm stronger.



In the first place, Hwasan was not a great place to discuss strength and weakness. Not too long ago, most of us didn't hear the name Hwasan.



But the Wasan has grown strong enough to win over that shaman in just a few years.



Even if Hwasan loses all the remaining matches from now on, this one match alone will raise his reputation ridiculously.



And maybe...….’



The audience began to look at the non-stage with strange expectations.



Maybe something ridiculous will happen here. The rabbit catches the criminal, which can never happen.



"No, no, no....”



Ho Sanja's sigh-like voice leaked out of his mouth.



"What are you doing? Hurry up and pick up Muho!"



"Yes!"



The shaman's disciples, who were mesmerized, were then startled and jumped onto the stage.



"The Priest!"



Are you all right, Priest?



He shook his shoulders lightly, but Muho couldn't come to his senses. The shaman's great disciples, who bit their lips tightly, came down from the rain stage with fallen Muho in their arms.



"How is it?"



Ho Sanja's question was answered in a heavy voice.



"It's not a big injury. There won't be a problem. But…… I'm not recovering consciousness easily."



"…Yes."



Ho Sanja nodded heavily. Several disciples clung to the back to check and take action.



Ho Sanja's gaze at the scene was stunned. He slowly shifted his gaze towards Hwasan.



Unlike this place, which is almost like a portrait house, the other side was buzzing.



Why wouldn't you?



Hwasan's three great disciples beat the shaman's great disciples.



Where is this shame at all?….’



There was no blood on Ho Sanja's face. When those who watched all the previous matches thought about what they would say from tomorrow, they wanted to immediately forget everything they ate in the morning.Nevertheless, he could not blame Moo-ho for losing. Because the sword shown by that frivolous child, Jo-Gol, was surprising to Ho Sanja.



You didn't lose the battle you would have won by being careless.



'I'm behind in my ability.’



This fact has left Ho Sanja in absolute shock.



It's a name for Hwasan Ogum, which I've heard over and over again, but I thought it was a sign like an award given to Hwasan, who has barely regained his reputation.



But now Hwasan has proven himself to be truly worthy of the epitaph.



How high will that Hawasan Ogum be from tomorrow? Wouldn't it be said that at least the three great disciples named Hwasan Ogum are equal to the great disciples of the shaman?



This was, indeed, an indescribable humiliation.



Then Mu Jin insinuated him.



"The Elder."



“…….”



"You need to calm down. The game is not over yet."



"Isn't it over?"



Ho Sanja turned his head and stared fiercely at Mu Jin.



"What's not over?"



"…the elder."



Ho Sanja spitted out words as if he had burst into anger.



"The shaman's great student was defeated by the three great disciples of Hwasan. No matter what you do in the next game, do you think this will be erased? Sein is a folk who enjoys cheering for rising heroes and feels joy at the fall of the strong. Do you think winning all the remaining games would add favor to their voices talking about shamans?"



"…the elder, the priests are listening."



Only then did Ho Sanja, who came back to his senses, quickly shut up.



'This mistake...….’



No matter how emotional he became, it was not something to say in front of his students who had to perform in the future. What are you going to do by denigrating the reason they have to fight, even if it doesn't boost the momentum?



"Whoosh."



Ho Sanja cleared her mind with a deep breath.



'Yes, there's nothing we can do about what's already past.’



It was all his fault, if you count it. It happened because he was careless, and he lost because he was careless.



There is only Hwasan Ogum in Hwasan. Even if they win five times, we won't lose.’



That's why he avoided winning consecutive games and even 10 times. The reason why we chose the Ten wins method was because we counted all of this.



Then, as soon as he got into the game, he ignored the name Hwasan Ogum. His lack of humor led to the defeat of this match.



"Mu Jin."



"Yes."



Ho Sanja can't bring it up easily and claps her lips. I closed my eyes tightly.



"Let Mu Yon go."



"……Is this Mu Yon?"



"Yeah."



This is what happened, but I had no intention of sending Mu Jin out yet. He has to be the last bastion of the shaman in this game.



Mu Yon, one of the three shamanic swords, would have no shortage to turn back the momentum.



Mu Jin, who was still looking at Ho Sanja, nodded.



"I see."



He went back and called Mu Yon and returned to Ho Sanja. Ho Sanja stood in front of Mu Yon and said with a stiff face.



"Do you know what you have to do?"



"to restore the honor of the dead."



"Yes, as you may have seen, Hwasan's sword is as splendid as ever. The splendor dazzles the eye and makes the opponent unable to spread the sword freely.”



"Yes."



"If you can maintain a stable mind, you can't be subjected to anything. Never let go of the shaman's teachings.""Yes, Elder."



It wasn't a big, ambitious answer.



But Ho Sanja was rather relieved to hear the low voice.



'Yes, we've only lost once.'



In life, unexpected accidents always happened. Now is just the time of day.



"Go, your sword has a shaman's name on it says.



"I'll do my best."



Ho Sanja burst into despondent laughter as she watched Mu Yon silently heading for the stage.



You're gonna do your best?’



That's a really good word. It couldn't be better.



But to Ho Sanja now, even the words didn't sound sweet.



Since when are shaman's disciples, and even the greatest disciples, at the point of doing their best with Hwasan?



Just suppressing the hatred that was rising from the bottom of my heart was almost overwhelming. Ho Sanja looked straight at Hwasan with bloodshot eyes.



"Mu Yon the shaman."



Standing on the stage, Mu Yon stared calmly at Hwasan and talked. His students, who had been chatting loudly, also stared at him with their mouths closed their mouths shut.



"Congratulations on your victory. But we should be given a chance to make up. Who's going to be my partner?"



Hyun Young, who had been listening, hardened his face and whispered quietly.



"The death penalty, Mu Yon...…?”



"Yes, it is one of the three shamanistic swords. I've heard your name, too."



"Oh……."



Three shamanistic swords.



The weight of the name was no match for Hawsan Ogum. Only those who fought for the future shaman's first sword were entitled to be called the shaman's samgum even within the shaman, which is called the world's first gate.



After this choreography, he was not the one to dare to compare the name Hwasan Ogum yet.



"The Three Swords of the Shamans...….”



Hyun Sang murmured with a troubled face.



But then I heard a calm voice.



"I'll be out."



"Yoon-Jong아?"



When Hyun Sang flinched and turned around, Yoon-jong smiled.



"At this rate, we'll have to wait another two months for Jo-Gol to brag about. At least I, the executioner, have to deal with three shamans to keep him quiet."



"But it's a shaman's sword. Do you mind?"



Yoon-Jong replied peacefully, as if it were insignificant.



"Of course I'm afraid."



“…….”



"But I know now. If you just step back because you're afraid, you can't move forward forever. I'll win."



Hyun Sang nodded unconsciously at the words.



In fact, he wanted Baek Cheon or Yoo-Esul to come forward for this match. If the opponent is a shaman, wouldn't it be right for the strongest men here to step up?



But I couldn't help but look into Yoon-jong's eyes.



Baek Cheon, who approached me before I knew it, opened his lips in a serious voice.



"Yoon-Jong, the honor of the envoy rests on your shoulders…"….”



"Eh-eh-eh-eh-eh!"



But Chung-Myung's loud sneeze naturally interrupted him. Baek Cheon's eyes trembled as soon as he closed them.



'What else don't you like?'



When he turned around with fierce eyes, Chung-Myung stole his nose and quivered.



"Oh, do you have a cold?"



"……You're going to catch a cold."



I'm sure I'll run away if I see you.



Chung-Myung, who was shamelessly pretending to steal his nose, said in a light passing tone.



"The death penalty."



"Huh?"



"Just do what you've been doing."



“…….”



"It'll be more fun than I thought.”



Yoon-jong, who was looking at Chung-Myung, smirked.



"Do you think I'm a human being like you or Jo-Gol?""It's nothing special.



"What, dude?"



Chung-Myung grinned as Yoon-jong became angry.



"I don't need anything, so just go and have fun. If you lose, I'll tease you with all my heart and soul.”



“…….”



Yoon-jong, whose face was slightly warmed up, soon nodded with a smile and headed to the rain stage.



Watching the process, Baek Cheon nodded heavily. I had no choice but to admit it.



'I almost made a mistake.’



The advice he was trying to give might be appropriate for Jo-Gol, but it wasn't appropriate for Yoon-Jong. He thinks too much without having to let Baek Cheon know. Such advice would have made only his shoulders heavier.



Baek Cheon stood by Chung-Myung and asked quietly.



"Will it be all right?



"What?"



"Yoon-Jong said, It wouldn't be easy to deal with a shaman."



Mu Yon's spirit on the stage was extraordinary at a glance.



Chung-Myung thought he would return a plausible answer to some extent because he had a very accurate eye, but the answer that flowed out was a little different from Baek Cheon's expectation.



"You have to hang in there even if you're not okay."



"……Huh?"



"If you can't win, you have to win."



"What do you mean?"



When asked back, Chung-Myung's voice became more serious than before.



"One day, the death penalty sword will be the representative sword of Hwasan. That's the mission of the man who's in charge of the enemy."



Baek Cheon murmured inside, looking at Yoon-jong's back on the stage.



'Enemy pain... '



I felt like I knew.



In the future, he will be a long-time writer for Hwasan.



And by then, Baek Cheon and Yoo-Esul, maybe even Chung-Myung, will be out of the front line.



Then Yoon-Jong's sword becomes Hwasan's standard. The black of Hwasan Ogum has different characteristics, but the black that represents Hwasan in the future means the sword of Yun-Jong.



Does Yoon-Jong know about this guy?’



How much you've been carrying.



You probably know. That's why his back is so strong.



Show me.



What is Hwasan's sword?



It wasn't enough to show it.