Chapter - 578 Episode 578. It's because I'm too healthy. (2)

Whoosh!

There was a loud roar, and a bandit sprayed blood and bounced off.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Whoosh!

Everyone looked at the scene in a daze, lost what to say, as it flew pitifully and fell to the floor.

What's going on?’

I think he's beating me up.’

I mean, does that make sense?

Residents of the business had no choice but to doubt the two fine eyes.

A bandit came in. Disciples of the Hwasanites who discovered the bandit blocked it.

So far, it's a neat fact, no need to think more.

But the problem was this subsequent incident.

"……I think you're driving something?"

"That looks more like a cow."

"You're a mad cow."

“…….”

Aren't Hwasan the disciples of Doga? If such people fight against bandits, there is usually a sight to look at.

However, what really happened was a scuffle that reminded the Black Devils of a battle in the area.

And the biggest problem was that the disciples of the Hwasan faction, who are unilaterally pushing their opponents by taking the initiative in the turbulent war, which is the specialty of the Heukdo.

"No... That's the...….”

It was a bizarre sight that could not be expressed in words.

"Didn't they just say Daveyolchae? Isn't Daveyolchae referring to the vicious mountain house in Daebyeolsan Mountain? Some political factions are reluctant to step in.….”

"Well, I guess so."

"……then why are they being beaten so one-sidedly?"

There was no one who could answer that question.

Of course, it wasn't that they didn't expect anything from Hwasan. Now that it is a place of fame, I believed that it would somehow take care of those bandits.

But doesn't the word "handle" usually mean "thumbs up" so unilaterally?

"Hwasan was such a strong place."

"Huh……. I know fame doesn't come for nothing.….”

It was just absurd.

Those who were not familiar with the situation of Kang-ho were surprised by the situation, and those who were confident that they knew well were even more surprised.

Whasan says he's making a name for himself, but it's a lot more reputation than it used to be. No one seriously compares Hwasan to the clans who dominate the stronghold, such as the Old File Room or Shin Juopae.

But now, Hwasan's disciples were overwhelmingly pushing the bandits of 70 green forests.

That's why I'm surprised.

Whoosh!

At that moment another bandit collapsed with a loud blast.

Those who saw the trembling body and the blood flowing out of their heads turned their heads without realizing it.

I feel sorry for the bandits.

'But honestly, doesn't that place look more like a bandit?’

"That……."

At that time, someone quietly opened their mouth to interpret this situation.

"Couldn't they be not that great a bandit?"

"I heard the word "Daebyolchae".”

"How do you believe in bandits? And the place called Daveyolchae may not be as great as we thought...….”

It was just that moment.

(sighs) (CHUCKLES)

There was a huge roar, as if a thunderbolt were falling, and a blue glow filled.

Crack! Crack!

When the flying kaleidoscope was embedded in the foreground, the foreground split as if it had been struck with a huge ax.

“…….”

Everyone shut up at the power of almost splitting a large war angle into one degree. How can a man of bones and flesh handle that enormous power...…."Hey, he's using some power."

I do.

Yeah, I can handle it.

In front of Dong Wong, who flew an intense pottery, Jo-Gol turned his sword leisurely.

There was still no tension in his face, even though he had clearly seen the deadly attack of power. At this point, I actually didn't know it was just natural.

Anyway, what's certain is that the relaxed face is now scratching Dong Wong's insides.

"You malko...…!”

"Wow."

As Dong Wong chewed out, Jo-Gol said, opening his eyes wide.

"I'm sure it's all different when it comes to living. I've heard a lot of young kids, but no one has ever cursed at me like this.”

He grinned as if he were having fun.

Dong Wong's face turned red at the calm response.

"I'll tear your mouth open!"

Dong Wong rushed toward Jo-Gol, spewing pottery well over three characters.

The blue pottery immediately threw itself down, but instead of backing down, Jo-Gol rushed forward and stretched out his sword.

Oh, my god!

Soon, his sword, which had been burned with light flesh, flew into Dong Wong's neck in an instant. At this rate, Dong Wong, who noticed that he was penetrating his neck even before he split it, freaked out and twisted the do to the side by side.

But before his province could push back, Jo-Gol's sword was recovered at a faster pace. Soon there was a deluge of people aiming for Dong Wong in the other direction.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

Dong Wong's cheeks cracked long and blood spurted out.

What, what's so...….’

There was no time to continue thinking.

Paaaaaah! Paaaaah!

In an instant, dozens of prosecutors and prosecutors aimed at his entire body. This young gentleman's sword was faster than anything he'd ever seen.

"Earacha!"

It was hard to deal with just that, but the young man soon jumped from his spot and began to spray black on his head.

As the black, which was as light as a flower petal, poured out, Dong Wong screamed, not knowing what to do.

"Argh! You monkey!"

"…That's an accurate assessment."

"Empathy."

"Why haven't I thought of that word so far?"

Meanwhile, Baek Cheon and his group fell into a sense of shame.

The fact that the first person to see the expression they haven't found with Jo-Gol for years today means that they lacked their interest in Jo-Gol.

"But maybe it wasn't as bad as it used to be."

"That makes sense, too.”

"Surely, Chung-Myung got worse after he met him.”

Everyone looked at Jo-Gol pushing Dong Wong with his tongue clenched as if he had promised.

'Definitely...'

At first glance, Baek Cheon's eyes subsided.

In terms of the sharpness of the sword, there was no one to follow Jo-Gol in Hwasan. That doesn't work by learning. It was an art that was possible only with natural talent and a sense of sword.

"The sky is indifferent, too. Why to him."

"No, isn't the sky merciful? If you can't use a sword, you won't be a real person."

"Who? Chung-Myung?"

"Oh……, of course so is there."

Yoon-Jong smiled bitterly and caught Jo-Gol's sharp censorship and Dong Wong's teeth.

It's strange.

You can tell just by looking at the way he uses his pen. That Dong Wong's skills were not far behind those of the great crowd they had faced in the past.At that time, Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong had to work together to manage the big pay. But now Jo-Gol is driving Dong Wong unilaterally alone.

It wasn't just because he won. Objectively speaking, Jo-Gol's skills were clearly overwhelming Dong Wong.

You have to go through a real...….’

It seemed that Chung-Myung knew what he meant completely. It is true that the history has been changed by taking additional jasodan and public petroleum, but there was a reason why Jo-Gol's sword now overwhelms Dong Wong's province.

That sophistication and boldness. And in the midst of that, calmness to fully grasp the opponent.

That is not something that can be trained.

Many of the fierce battles in the North Sea, and the experience of risking one's life, carved out Jo-Gol's sword.

"Hahaha! It's slow! It's burst!"

Uh...

He's very sharp, too.

You're going to get cut, Jo-Gol.

Jo-Gol pushed Dong Wong even more, raising the momentum.

Red wounds began to increase little by little in the entire body of the giant Dong Wong.

"Yee, profit!"

Dong Wong, who blushed with anger, gritted his teeth, but there was nothing he could do.

This sword wasn't just fast. The power of the sword was astonishing even to Dong Wong, and the sophistication of the sword was automatically tongue-tied.

I would give up my shoulder and try to split the opponent, but I didn't dare to venture in front of the sword'sword.

Though still a fluffy little boy, the black was like that of an old man who lived his whole life in battle.

'Ha, just once!'

Just once is enough.

Given one chance, he can push his opponent based on his credibility and history.

but

Dong Wong was not even given that one chance.

Like this!

There sounded as if the long chains were rubbing against each other. And in front of him, the petals of the plum blossoms began to scatter.

Dong Wong opened his eyes wide open to tears.

What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Dong Wong was mesmerized by the unrealistic sight he had never seen before. Even though you know the battle is in full swing, you have no choice but to be possessed.

He didn't know.

The fact that the game has already been decided as soon as the eye is drawn to this splendor.

Oh, my god!

A dark blade appeared among the fluttering petals. Like a serpent hiding in the grass and flooding its prey.

Push!

"Gasp……."

Dong Wong's gaze turned to his right chest.

To be exact, I looked at a white sword that penetrated neatly through the chest. The chill from the sword gradually spread throughout the body.

"Gasp!"

When he came to his senses, Dong Wong stepped back frantically.

Choked up!

A sword was pulled out of the wound and red blood poured out. In a hurry, Dong Wong looked across from Jo-Gol with incredulous eyes.

"How bland."

Jo-Gol approached Dong Wong, shedding blood from the tip of the sword.

"It doesn't seem like a fight compared to the machins.”

Despite the humiliating remarks, Dong Wong could not resist. Now all he could do was build his last pride.

The difference in ability is obvious. It was impossible to deal with a person who could not deal with a normal body with a wounded body.That doesn't mean you're weak to a kid who doesn't even live in his own half, does it?

"You son of a b*tc*…… you know who I am…"….”

It was a remark that drew all of his last pride and uttered, but the reaction to his return was unrelenting.

"Hey, mister."

Jo-Gol rolled up the corners of his mouth.

"I've been through too much to be frightened by that."

Jo-Gol flew into Dong Wong, kicking the floor.

Love, love, love and sorrow!

The fast-moving sword fell to Dong Wong, creating dozens of screenings in Ho Gong.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!

Shoulder, waist, abdomen, thighs.

Like a ray of light, it cut through Dong Wong's whole body.

"Turn it off……."

Dong Wong groaned as if the wind was falling out of his mouth. He tried to look back at Jo-Gol who had already passed him.

One.

Whoosh!

His body sank before he could turn his head.

“…….”

Dong Wong, who was completely unconscious, was clearly caught in the eyes of bandits who were still fighting.

Growl.

Jo-Gol, who shoved his sword into the sword, glanced back at Dong Wong.

"If it's not fair, you should visit the North Sea."

If Dong Wong had fallen, he would have vomited blood.