Chapter - 631 Episode 631. There are more valuable losses than wins. (1)



Spread out.



The branches that stretched out of the thickly grown beautiful giant tree created a large shade, blocking the burning sun.



It was a different sight from Hawsan's plum blossoms so far.



Being different doesn't mean you're wrong.



Hawasan's plum blossoms represent blooming flowers, or flowers. But what this sword now produces was the plum tree itself.



It is the Taegeuk Hyegum that is coming in.



The shaman's best festival, which embodies the reason of Taegeukgi based on the harmony of yin and yang.



The power was enormous enough to outperform all the public speaking about Hye-gum.



Crack!



The floor of the arena, made of solid blue stone, could not overcome the pressure and split sharply.



It seems to push gently, but it hits hard, wraps warmly, and pokes coldly.



The harmony of yin and yang, in other words, coexists in different properties.



yin and yang and yang.



The sword was a clear indication of what the shaman was pursuing.



Crack! Crack!



The floor, which failed to overcome the pressure, broke and soared to Ho Gong. A swirl of swords flew toward the ungum, embracing even the crushed pieces of stone.



Indeed, it was a soft and strong attack.



The final blow to the injured was a formidable sword that made me think it was too much and too much.



Hana, the ungum.



This is proof that the senseless acknowledges him. He is determined to show his best performance to the opponent he acknowledged.



A shaman's disciple, who once could not dare to look, is doing his best to carry out the sword for him. It would be no more glorious as an unmanned.



Therefore, the ungum did not contain any hesitation.



'Stretch.'



One day, Chung-Myung's sword lit plum blossoms.



Baek Cheon's sword also smoked plum blossoms.



Even then, however, it failed to capture the black plum blossoms of the ungum.



Nevertheless, the funeral prosecutor was not frustrated. Rather, he was genuinely pleased with the children's growth. He turned a blind eye to the agony that had arisen in his mind and smiled.



Yeah, it's up to those kids to bloom.



He's just a bridge that connects the antecedent and the posterior generations.



It creates shade so that soft flowers do not dry up in the hot sun.



The branches stretched out. Like I'm throwing up on the world.



Elder.



Everyone has a first time.



Although he is still teaching now, he was also an actor in the past.



Despairing envoys and day-to-day loss of power. Despite the desperate and bleak situation, Hyun Sang's eyes on them were just warm.



'Can I get a message?’



Can you give the children what they received from you?



I just realized it, too. Now that I understand how you taught me, can you convey your deep feelings to those children?



The ungum clasped the sword a little harder.



No, he's just a believer.



I just believe that a person's heart is conveyed to a person even if he or she is not spoken or shouted out.



A new sprout sprang from the end of a branch that stretched out from a large tree.



Unlike the flowers of his disciples, Sae-soon, who bloomed at the end of Ungum's sword, was just green.



Whoosh!



The sword of Taeguk collided with the sword created by Ungum. At that moment, the entire sword of the unsword bounced off and faltered greatly.



"Cough!"Blood cascaded out of the mouth of the ungum.



The enormous performance of the sword and the power beyond imagination have turned him inside out.



It hurts.



But this is not even a pain.



The pain of crushing the body can withstand as much as you want.



This was nothing compared to seeing the shoulders of a teacher sagging in helplessness.



This is not a pain compared to the pain of a leader when he realizes that he can't give anything to his young students who look at him with his horse-like eyes.



Crack!



Ungum's feet dug into the floor. It looked as if the tree was taking root.



The world is always cold and harsh.



'One, my disciples.'



Winter always ends.



Ungum's eyes glanced to one of his empty sleeves.



He recalled things he had to lose.



Most people get as strong as they get hurt.



However, sometimes you get irreparable wounds.



The sensation at the fingertips was still unfamiliar. But nevertheless, he still wields a sword.



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"



As the sword of the ungum, which shouted like a howl, swung once again, a fiery sword erupted from the end.



The burning sword pushed away the rising yin and yang energy.



Bang!



The two forces clashed and swept the floor of the arena.



Bite!



One more time!



Whoosh!



One more time!



As the collision continued, Ungum's body leaned as if it would be stuck on the floor at any moment.



One never knelt down or collapsed.



The two legs of Ungum were firmly on the ground like the first time, even if they were hurt by the incoming energy and were torn down like they were being cut off whenever they collided.





“…….”



Baek Cheon's eyes were bloodshot after watching all of this.



Blood was dripping from the clenched fist.



But his eyes didn't fall off the ungum for a moment.



"Sasook!



Words cannot explain. How he feels watching all this.



However, one thing was for sure, it seemed too obvious what Ungum was trying to convey to his disciples.



That is beyond description in crude language. You just have to feel it.



Baek Cheon's shoulders shivered slightly.



Not only that, but everyone in Hwasan's face watching this beaming was filled with a grim determination that had never been there before.



Everyone knows.



Even if you die, you must not take your eyes off this sight.



Jo-Gol, who had always maintained a bright face, Dang-Soso, who still didn't understand Hwasan's spirit deep down, and Yoo-Esul, who didn't even show his feelings, watched the unexpected face.



And…….



Squeeze.



Chung-Myung, who was looking at the non-stage from the front, slowly clenched his fist.



It's the sub-sea.



You've lost too much.



Is there anyone else who can understand what Ungum must have felt? Who can understand that much better than to lose what they believed in themselves at once?



Nevertheless, the ungum did not lose itself.



I just went back and forth again.



He didn't mind learning from his disciples, didn't turn a blind eye to the fact that he wasn't as good as he used to be, just walked back calmly.



It was hard to bear the feeling of rising with my heart, as I endured all that and looked at the line.The death penalty.



I was wrong.



I didn't lead Hwasan back.



I've been here from the beginning.



Wasan's soul.



A smile formed around Chung-Myung's mouth.



"It's."



A low murmur leaked out. It was the echo of the antecedent to the posterior generation following the spirit of Hwasan beyond its time.





Where am I?’



The consciousness gradually became blurred.



I felt like I was going to crumble. My consciousness flew away and I couldn't see properly.



Boom!



A great shock hit the body, but instead of coming back to my senses, it just kept getting blurry.



What was I doing?’



I couldn't remember well.



And yet the sword is still drawing Ho Gong.



Even if you lose consciousness, if your body doesn't move properly, or if your will falters.



Turo, who has been painting all his life, is still with him. He was spreading out his sword as if it had to be, even without consciousness or willingness.



Whoosh!



Yin and yang clashed together to create a great presence. The enormous power swept over the cloud sword.



Once again, a lump of blood sprang out of his tight mouth.



But thanks to him, I came to my senses a little bit.



'You're strong.'



Despite all the hard work, the shaman was still a high mountain. Perhaps he will not be able to overcome the shaman even if he struggles for life.



But now that doesn't matter.



Whoosh!



The sword, which had been shaking violently as if it was about to escape from the grip, regained some stability.



Black is honest.



Even if you cry, even if you use evil, it can't suddenly become impossible. If you really want it, you should pile it up, not shout it out.



"Build a day, build another day...….’



So to reach one day.



That's the way the inspection should go.



Whoo! Whoosh!



The sword threw up a clear check in response to his will.



Let's play.



Sword flows, like riding a flurry of swords, like playing in the wind.



The pressure on the whole body disappeared, and the roar that seemed to tear the ears was distant.



All I can feel is the feeling of a sword in my hand.



What should I deliver?



For a moment, a question came to my mind and a smile bloomed around the mouth of Ungum.



'Only one.'



He stepped firmly to the bottom, slightly spreading both legs.



The relaxed knee naturally bent slightly. As if he still had a right hand, he held out his shoulders and fixed the sword forward.



Suspension tax.



The posture that starts everything.



The sword of yin and yang flying into his clear eyes was clearly visible.



Black and white, two dragons, were in the same state of majesty as they were coming in tangled.



"There's always one beginning."



But his sword sounded calmly, slowly. The sword, which was lifted up to its head, hung down against its back.



The sword, which had risen as high as it could, was struck down with everything he had.



Hitting.



The first thing he learned.



And the first thing he taught.



The end is all different, but the beginning will be all the same.



This was his prototype and Hwasan's prototype.



There will always be a day when Hwasan is famous in the world. One more day, there will be a time when the brilliant name is lost and it is declining.



But unless the children's clear-cut shouts of holding the wooden sword tightly with their bracken hands disappear, Hwasan won't either.



Whoosh! Whoops!



A strike carrying a magnificent sword divided the yin and yang.



"Breathe!"



"Ta-a-a-a-a-a-a!"



With a shout of power from both inspectors, a huge storm of chi swept the arena.Oh, my god!



There was a raging swirl of energy everywhere, but neither Hawasan's disciples nor shaman's disciples ever backed down.



As if he was going to engrave this beacon in his eyes, he endured by receiving the full-body energy.



Oh, my god!



Black, white, and blue energy rose into the sky.



A gust of wind became a strong wind, and it soon subsided into a gentle breeze.



Silence fell on the son-in-law. There are countless people, but no one even breathed.



In the space of bizarre silence, only the light breathing of the two rang as if to be grasped.



Unsword and senseless.



Two people were standing on the stage.



Ungum was the first of the two people who were facing each other without moving like a statue.



I love you.



He slowly pushed the sword into the sword and slowly extended the remaining hand forward.



Just by looking at the shivering shape, I could see how much effort it took to reach out.



At any moment, I lost my strength and reached forward as if I was about to drop to Ho Gong.



"Well…… Learned…"I am."



The senseless man put the sword on the floor without hesitation. Then he reached out his hands and held them together with utmost respect.



"Really…… Well learned, stamp."



The unconscious voice was shaking a little, too.



As soon as the answer was over, the body of the ungum collapsed to the floor.



Flop.



"Stamp!"



"Living room!"



"Living bird!"



The sense of apathy rushed to his aid. At the same time, Hwasan's disciples rushed to the arena without anyone else.



"Cough."



The field coughed from the mouth of Ungum.



"Living room! Are you all right?"



"Official lord, my internal injuries...….”



As the faces of the disciples were filled with blurred vision, the corners of Ungum's mouth slightly curled up.



"Well……."



“…….”



"Well paid……"Didn't you?"



The question put strength into Baek Cheon's hand, which held the ungum's hand.



"……It was the best, Sasook."



Ungum smiled faintly.



"That's a relief……….”



Then, he closed his eyes as if he was relieved. His hands drooped sideways.



"Sa, Sa Sook Jo!"



"There's no fuss."



Baek Cheon bit his lips as he stopped the embarrassed disciples.



"You've just lost your mind."



“…….”



Then I held the ungum and lifted it. He did not forget to give a slight bow to his senses before going down to the stage.



"Thank you as a student of HWASAN for helping me out."



"Luxury payment."



The sense of silence shook his head.



"I'm sure anyone did."



“…….”



"Anyone."



Baek Cheon, nodding his head, turned.



The body of the ungum in his arms was so light. That fact made Baek Cheon feel bad for nothing.



"Remember."



“…….”



"What did you see?"



His heavy voice made Hwasan's disciples nod with a stiff face. They took the lead off the stage with Baek Cheon holding the ungum. All of them looked confidently stretched their shoulders.



They are the servants of Hwasan, and also disciples of Ungum.



Chung-Myung, who was watching from under the stage, nodded slowly.



"Sometimes in the world...….”



The smiling corners of his mouth were full of pride.



"There are more valuable losses than victories."



This defeat will remain in the hearts of the Hwasan disciples.



Never, with unforgettable memories.