Chapter - 708 Episode 708. I have to check. (3)

Jinyang Gon, covered in dirt, scratched the ground as if grabbing the ground without realizing it. The eyes shook around, not knowing where to go.

Bite!

With an explosion from the front, the remains of the war were shot toward him.

"Gasp!"

He lay flat on the floor in fright. Broken walls and torn pieces of column passed by as narrowly as they grazed the back of his head. The spirit alone stung the back of my head.

Jinyang Gon's face was stained with dust and a shambles of cold sweat.

I didn't ask for much.

He was just the right person to cheat and grab some money and run away. Of course, cheating against the gold inspection department isn't something you can't even try with most discussions, but if you can change the rest of your life with just one nerve, isn't it worth trying?

But... How did it end up like this?’

Looking at the front that had been drilled, I could see the iron imitation that had fallen to the ground and the dark red blood flowing out of it.

He shifted his gaze with trembling eyes. The body of the ironsmith caught my eye. His neck was curiously bent, and he died without even closing his eyes.

As soon as he saw the dead eyes that had disappeared, Jinyang Gon's whole body relaxed. After barely half-way up, he collapsed back to the spot.

"Why……."

His jaw trembled against his will.

"Why did it go so far?"

Who would have imagined that one thing he did would cause this nonsense?

'The imitations of iron...

The Iron Mimicry is a gatekeeper who exerts absolute influence at least in this area. The fact that the gold inspector couldn't handle the iron imitation, so he asked for help all over the place was enough to guess the momentum.

In addition, since even the poor people of the bay joined, it was right to say that there was no gatekeeper to handle the iron imitation in this lecture book.

Therefore, Jinyang Gon was able to cheat against the Geumjeombu, and in the event of life fluctuations, he entrusted the iron imitation to survive.

But the scene before him now completely shattered his expectations and plans.

Oh, my god!

The sword soared. At the moment when the sword, which is closer to grandeur than splendor, flashed, the people in the way were swept away like autumn leaves and collapsed.

“…….”

Jinyang Gon swallowed his dry saliva as he saw the sword's owner, who had collapsed and revealed the heat.

"Well, at that young age...….’

No, it may not be appropriate to say that he is young enough to cover his face with dust.

However, it is also true that the sword and radish shown by the author do not match their apparent age at all.

Don't you think the iron-mimics, who would have lived twice as long as he did, dare not fight his sword and are being pushed back?

It suddenly occurred to me that the ideal prestigious examination, which was played with Taehaeng Samgum, fits perfectly with the author.

And it wasn't just the author.

The others who lined up from side to side were also extraordinary at a glance.

The sword stretched out like light from the fingertips of Yeo, who easily escaped the flying spear like a butterfly.

He ghostly found the gap and quickly recovered the sword and threw it at the vital point of the person behind him.

There was no speed, no accuracy, no unnecessities."Argh!"

The man who pierced his shoulder broke down with a scream. But her sword was recovered after stabbing her in the back in the ribs before his body collapsed to the floor.

Paaaaaaaaaaaah!

I couldn't even imagine how many times he would have trained to use such a clear and simple herbivore as a herb. Rather than a scattering sword, the ship was more impressive than a powerful sword that knocked down six at a time.

"Gasp!"

Every time her sword penetrated the wiremimics, Jinyang Gon recoiled, flinching as if his ship had been breached.

'I'm crazy...….’

Why did you do this?

After all those imitations fell, the next person to penetrate the sword was a masterpiece.

That is not even all.

"Watch out for the back as the fallen may swing their swords…"….Be careful, you idiot!"

A man wielding a sword on the right shouted and kicked a rock on the floor. The dumped stone flew quickly and hit the steel-mimicking chin, which was aimed at the back of a man with curly hair running from the front.

"What? I definitely knocked him down."

"I'm dying, man!"

"Come on, the death penalty will do you good!"

The curly-haired man smiled and took another step forward to lift himself up into the air.

"Eurachaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Soon the red sword bloomed.

"Oh……."

The sword from the tip of the sword became more and more clear and soon turned into a flying flower petal.

Jinyang Gon opened his eyes in astonishment.

Kko, flower petal!

I don't know how.

It is the Whasanian plum swordsmen who are now making a name for themselves.

I thought it was just a metaphor because it was a petal-like sword.’

Who would have imagined that the sword was really a flurry of petals?

'Well, is that really gonna work?'

At this point, I thought people were fooled by his sword. Of course, it would have been possible in Gangseo, far away from Hwasan, because few people knew how to use the Hwasanian plum swords.

Jinyang Gon clasped his fist tightly. And muttered in a mesmerized voice.

It's finally hit me.

"Well, really……" You're a real Hwasanite.….”

After seeing that sword, there was no way to turn a blind eye anymore.

No, even if they didn't see that sword, how could it be possible for just six of them to push this large number of iron imitations if they weren't the Wasans?

Of course, there are almost 50 people who have fallen so far, and the number of iron wool still remains in the hundreds. But their momentum wasn't the same as it was at first. Those who showed off great spirit like well-trained soldiers were now flocking to the center like sheep driven by wolves targeting the outskirts.

It has been a long time since the steel carrier, which should have been able to control such a situation, had already become a twisted-neck corpse.

Now it was so obvious what the end of this battle would be.

And the fate of Jinyang Gon to come was so clear.

'Da, you have to run away.’

As much as the Hwasan faction was impersonated, a three-year-old child could guess what it would be like if they caught him.

Now that the Iron Man can't stop him, he has to run away from this place.

But... to where?

How am I supposed to run away from those crazy men who came running all the way here from the island far away, and even six of them came into the iron imitation and cut him up to give up?I'm sure those lunatics will chase him to the end of the world wherever he runs away.

But somehow...….’

Jinyang Gon got up and looked around quickly to find a way to escape. Then he flinched and slowly opened his mouth.

'That, that's a beggar....’

The beggars were watching him closely on the wall behind the battle. Jinyang Gon felt fate as if the sky were falling at that moment.

'There's already a lot of openness.'

There may be a way to escape Hawsan's hand. However, there is no way to hide from the eyes of openness. This is common sense that anyone who lives in the stronghold knows.

Jinyang Gon was getting short of breath. It was when he was in despair, rolling his eyes.

Whoosh!

A great tension soared upward with a loud blast.

Rumbling!

As soon as the tension got stuck on the roof, the tiles started to shake and pour down like rain. The rafters also scattered in all directions like arrows.

The power to blow up the entire roof at a single blow.

It was a sight that made my heart stop beating.

And the nonhuman things that created the scene were now biting each other like three criminals competing for territory.

Kagang!

The sword and province bumped into each other in Ho Gong.

Against the seriously ill province, the young prosecutor did not lose an inch of his thin black. That's all.

Kaga gaga gak!

The sound of metal and metal interlocking with electricity sounded eerie and the sword began to push the province away.

The two faces faced each other closely between the sword and the road.

The face of a man who was holding out with both hands and holding out with all his might became distorted. On the other hand, Chung-Myung, who held the sword, had no expression.

Beyond being cool, he just adds strength to his sword's hand with an expression close to indifference.

Crack!

Chung-Myung's wrist twisted one after another. The tip of the sword in contact with the help tilted forward and began to scratch the head of the prescription.

Square. Square.

It was literally scratching rather than a bend.

A red line was drawn on the thick neck of a slightly touched sword. The province desperately pushed out its teeth, but Geary drew another red flaw.

In a very short period of time, five or six red lines appeared on the prescription's neck.

"Gasp……."

The professor's face turned white.

Every time a sword touched his neck, he felt as if he had stepped into the gates of hell and escaped. If the sword pushes in another inch, his carotid artery will be severed.

"Ugh!"

The professor was appalled and distorted his face.

'What kind of power..’

He turned his eyes reflexively.

I could see Chung-Myung's slender wrist.

Of course, beyond the clothes, it was felt that this man's body was fairly balanced and well-trained. But even so, it was only less than half the size of his own arm.

So where does this power come from?

"Hey."

Kaga gaga gak!

The sword penetrated his blade and scratched it.

"I've been talking to you like I'm on a high horse. Why don't you talk to me more?”

"This……."

It was just that moment.

Oh, my god!

Another huge tension flew from behind Chung-Myung's back. This is the tension that blew out the entire roof a little while ago.

Ugh!

The professor, who clenched it, pressed Chung-Myung with desperate force. He was determined to keep him here so that he could not escape tension.The professor, who was trying to draw down his drinking power, paused for a moment. This is because I saw Chung-Myung's face with one corner of his mouth pulled up.

It was a clear mockery.

Crack!

"Giggles!"

At the moment, a great deal of pain spread from the top of my foot. Chung-Myung stepped on his foot and smashed all the bones.

The moment my body shakes a little in pain.

Slowly.

The sword that touched my hand gave me a little by little.

There was no way anyone who was pushing the province with all their might could fight the change. It was not even easy to control the body with broken foot bones.

As his body leaned forward, the sword became entangled like a snake and shook the center of gravity.

Round and round.

Before the situation was fully understood, the body of the preservative rotated in Ho Gong, and after a while, it sank on the other side of Chung-Myung.

It was a move completely unrelated to his will.

'What....'

As soon as he tried to grab Do tightly again, Chung-Myung kicked him hard in the chest.

Bite!

His body, which was hit hard, bounced back like an arrow that left the demonstration.

Neither the pain felt in the chest nor the situation of the past that I couldn't understand was important. The important thing now was the tension flying toward his back.

A big pile.

He turned to power in Ho Gong. The spine screamed at the unprepared radical movement.

"Hahah!"

An all-out shot hit the tension that was flying toward him.

Whoosh!

A huge explosion occurred when pottery and tension collided.

The man who poured the tension faltered and took several steps back, and the man who shot at Ho Gong was stuck on the floor and burned a bucket of blood.

"This……."

The moment when their faces are distorted and stained with pain and anger.

"If I had shown this to the Hwasan kids, they would have liked it.”

Chung-Myung, wearing a sword on his shoulder, said with a smile that turned the viewer's stomach.

"It's a perfect textbook that says we shouldn't merge like this.”

"You son of a b*tc*……."

At that moment, the image of Chung-Myung, who was patting his shoulder with a sword, disappeared as if he were about to die. Then in an instant, he appeared right in front of the professor who touched the floor.

Whoops!

Surprised enough for his heart to pop out of his neck, the professor lifted his head. It was to prevent the sword from flying in. However, as the province moved upward, Chung-Myung's feet penetrated through the empty space. And I kicked him on the chin.

Bite!

It was just a bump between a person's foot and jaw, but there was an absurd explosion.

The kicker flew to Ho Gong, scattering blood, and was thrown into battle.

Rumbling.

Eventually, the whole fallen war-angle covered him.

Chung-Myung, who watched the scene with indifferent eyes, spoke slowly.

"I'm sorry, I don't feel so good right now."

Then he aimed at the bayonet, which was left with one sword tip.

"You'd better not blow your mouth.”

The blood of all the people began to cool down.