Kaga gaga gak!
The sword that was struck and the blackened hand got entangled in Ho Gong.
The black plum sword, made of iron, was bent as tight as it could break at any moment. The shaky tip of the sword was proving how much power it now had.
Crack! Crack!
Sword spewing was literally peeling off the hand of the Butcher. The crushed flesh was scattered like powder.
"Hey!"
Whoosh!
The face-twisted butler released tension with his opposite hand. The black wave of tension flew toward Chung-Myung, forming a vortex.
Chung-Myung's eyebrows wriggled one after another. Soon his left hand, which didn't hold the sword, unfolded.
Red tension poured from the lightly shaken fingertips, colliding with the tension of the mastermind flying in.
Bite!
At that moment, there was a binge of sound, and fragments of chi scattered everywhere.
The butler twisted the corners of his mouth and laughed. It's as if he was expecting this kind of attack.
But then.
Love, love, love and sorrow!
The Butcher snapped his neck back.
Between the pieces of exploding chi, a blue tension that was completely different from Chung-Myung's earlier release popped out and passed right in front of the face of the Butcher.
'Fast, fast...'.’
Oh my god!
The tension released one after another hit him on the shoulder before he could finish his thought.
"Inno ooh ooh ooh!"
As the pain spread from his shoulder, the angry butler distorted his face and waved his black hands like a storm.
It was a terrible power and speed.
If they were involved, they would be crushed without leaving any flesh behind.
Hana Chung-Myung didn't even show a bit of agitation.
A sword with a red sword penetrated through the high-speed wheel-like tension.
Bang! Ta! Ta! Tang! Tang!
Although moving at an invisible speed, Chung-Myung stabbed the sword one after another, aiming for the butler's wrist.
The relaxed feet widened the distance from the opponent, and the low posture supported the body stably. The shoulders were as light as the sword in his hand was as light.
It was like the ideal that Hwasan's prosecution seeks.
And
Chung-Myung's cool eyes penetrated with a clear stare at the Butler's attack without showing any emotion.
He found a thread between the storms of intense tension and stabbed the sword without hesitation.
Kaga gaga gak!
"Ee……!"
The butler chewed his lips without realizing it.
The sword, which cleverly avoided his black hand, stabbed his wrist one after another, so it had to be.
The body, which had become harder than steel around the magi, was dented like mud and blood was spouting.
"What the hell is this guy...….’
I can't believe it.
How on earth can a man stab a sword so skillfully through a waterfall of tension?
Spacing?
Of course there will be gaps. His ignorance can't be perfect.
It is another matter to be able to puncture the gap precisely.
The boldness to make the body powder just by touching it and stab a sword into a whirlpool of tension.
And in the meantime, it is impossible without the composure to control the tip of the sword perfectly.
Where's that?
A little while ago, this guy apparently released two types of tension at one time.
No matter how long it may be, its operation and nature are different.
However, the tension that was released in the blink of an eye is converted to another tension and released one after another? This was a novelty that even the magistrate could not dare to think of.
Even this guy deployed the sword in the midst of it, and it was perfectly sophisticated.He's a shaman's disciple, so he can't divide his mind into two. How is this possible?
"Oh, my God!"
The housekeeper screamed at the pain of a sword that had been stabbing his wrist. And momentarily his tension began to cover Chung-Myung's whole body.
Sigh!
But at that moment, Chung-Myung's light sword bends in a lush manner and soon hits the tension that flies toward him one after another.
The direction of the tension slightly changed as the sword pushed the side of the tension lightly. And the twisted tension passed Chung-Myung's body by literally a piece of paper.
Whoosh!
Chung-Myung's tension behind his back smashed the ground and exploded one after another. The recoiled storm sent Chung-Myung's long-growing head soaring to Ho Gong. But his eyes were still deep and dark.
The butler was astonished.
Of course, I was surprised that Chung-Myung twisted all his tension. What surprised him even more, however, was that Chung-Myung never showed signs of excitement in all of this.
Who the hell is this?
How can you be so calm?
It was impossible except for Noh Kang-ho, who had been rolling in the river for more than a hundred years, or Jeon Gui, who survived the battle for decades.
But that ridiculous composure is now being shown by a young man who may have only just been made terms and conditions.
'…...should be killed.’
No matter what. By all means.
If left untouched, it was clear that he would one day become a great painter of religion.
"Now I know......and you killed Solchon Sang."
The housemaster muttered quietly, twisting his eyes.
It would have been impossible to confront Solchon Sang with that Yosa Hon or something else and the one next to him.
Even so, I was wondering, but his presence gave me an answer to all the questions.
"You die here. You'll never make it back alive."
"Oh, that guy?"
Chung-Myung smirked and stirred the sword lightly as the butler spoke in a brutal voice.
"When did the demon pups become so talkative? They were stuck in the comfortable North Sea ground, and now they've lost a lot of their venom."
"…what?"
"Don't just talk about it with your mouth. Come on."
Blood started to burst in the eyes of the angry butler.
"This guy...!"
Meanwhile, Hwasan's disciples, who were watching from behind, smiled brightly.
"It's Chung-Myung."
"I'm sure it's Chung-Myung when he talks in the middle of that."
"Where is human nature going?"
But unlike what they said, it was a sigh of relief that came out of their mouths. I was nervous the whole time and watched his back, and now I was relieved.
Being able to say everything in the midst of that means I have plenty of time.
At that time, Yoon-Jong, who was still watching Chung-Myung, frowned.
"By the way, boarding house."
"Hm?"
"…… doesn't that butler look a little stronger than Solchon Sang?"
"It can't be just a ship."
It looks at least a few times stronger.
"…but Chung-Myung looks more relaxed than he did then. Is the elixir you gave me at the Bingo that effective?”
"No way."
Baek Cheon shook his head with a determined face.
They have also experienced enough of the efficacy of the Youngdan, but eating one Youngdan cannot make a person so strong. In the first place, a spirit tablet adds strength, not a sword."Amitabha Buddha."
Surprisingly, the answer came from Hye Yeon.
"It's because we're safe."
"Huh?"
When Yoon-jong turned around, Hye Yeon opened her mouth with a stiff face.
"It wouldn't have been too hard for Seol Gung-ju to overpower Chung-Myung if he had tried to deal with it slowly and slowly. But then some of us who are surrounded by the elders and bingos of the ice would have died or been seriously injured."
And the North Sea, led by Yosa Hon, would have been greatly damaged.
"That's why Chung-Myung wanted to end the game quickly, even if he was injured. But you don't have to do that right now. So you just have to push your opponent slowly.
The eyes of Hye Yeon, who was speaking, were filled with irritation.
You're making a cartoon out of heaven.’
Find the best way at every moment and knock down the opponent in the most perfect way. This is an ideal word, but because it is ideal, no one in the world can fully implement it.
There are hundreds of ways to choose, but there are certain things that a person can do.
This was only possible because it was Chung-Myung.
If you make up your mind, you can push your opponent hard, or you can take it easy.
Extreme immobility and gruesome radicality. Who can have the same determination and execution?
It's not a sword that's strong.’
Hye Yeon shivered slightly.
The reason why he followed Chung-Myung to Hwasan now seemed completely out there.
The sword is not strong.
People are strong.
If Chung-Myung were just above him, Hye Yeon would have chosen to grind herself, but would not have thought of following Chung-Myung.
But the strength of a person cannot be wiped out alone.
Hye Yeon's eyes as Chung-Myung watched became so serious.
"That's the kind of man Chung-Myung Shi-ju is."
It was that moment.
"What are you doing? Hey, are you sleeping? Come on, you idiot. Are you going to keep the tension and use it to dig your own grave? But can we get a body to bury?"
“…….”
Hwasan's disciples, who saw Chung-Myung, were all upset, looked back at Hye Yeon.
With those strange eyes, Hye Yeon closed her eyes unknowingly.
"……Amitabul."
But despite Chung-Myung's provocation, the eyes of the Consul have become more cautious.
The opponent's shallow provocation could be ignored. But the opponent's sword wasn't worth it.
He is not a man who can deal roughly. That elaborate sword, firm posture, and ridiculous immobility were definitely above the average.
Solchon Sang is not the kind of person to deal with.’
Apparently Solchon Sang's belly is stronger.
His history and power are definitely superior to that Chung-Myung. But in the eyes of the Consul, Solchon Sang would never have won a single fight with Chung-Myung a thousand times.
It may be a piece of paper.
But it is those inspections that do not give us the opportunity to narrow that threadless gap to the end.
And…….
It runs like that.
It is incomprehensible, but every time the opponent's history was collided with his history, he was rather flinched out.
It's like meeting a natural enemy.
This strange Hyun Sang, who has never experienced before, made the Butler more careful.But…….
Whoo! Whoosh.
Soon the Magi swirled around the collector's body. Red blood came out of his eyes.
I'll give you an arm.
Instead, I'll take that life and the ice!
"Hahahahah!"
Screaming like a beast, he rushes wildly toward Chung-Myung.
It was truly a tremendous speed. Black light quickly crossed the white earth.
Chung-Myung's eyes are slightly distorted.
You're saying it's not as easy as you think?’
The whole law has changed.
The Butler, who noticed that he could not deal with Chung-Myung with sophistication, was determined to crush Chung-Myung with strength, speed and destructive power.
Instead of giving up the perfect victory, I felt clearly determined to kill my opponent even if I was injured.
"That's right."
Chung-Myung smiled eeriely, showing his teeth.
"This is how you're supposed to be!"
Let's go, let's go!
A black plum blade scratched the floor and cried violently.
Paaaaaaaaaaaah!
Chung-Myung rushed toward the butler who rushed to him, kicking the ground hard.
Fluttering!
Red plum blossoms began to bloom at the end of his sword.
Within a few times during Chilmaegum, the herbivores of the plum wall were overlapped and deployed.
Net-like walls made of plum blossoms overlapped a dozen times in an instant, resulting in the creation of a solid black wall.
but
Whoosh!
Without any hesitation, the master of the house hit the wall of plum blossoms set by Chung-Myung.
Gagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagagak!
The body, which had become harder than steel around Magi, was cut into a mess in an instantaneously. His whole skin was torn and cracked endlessly, just as he was covered in a raw net.
But these wounds were nothing to him.
"No, no, no!"
Covering the entire body with wounds, the master of the house blew the ball at Chung-Myung.
Whoosh!
Massive power, as if a black waterfall were pouring, collided with Chung-Myung's sword. Along with heavy drinking, Chung-Myung sprays blood and bounces back.
"I won't miss it!"
The collector, who had become a blood of blood he had spilled, rushed at the speed of light toward Chung-Myung, who was bouncing away with his eyes covered with madness.