Episode 283
Tteong tteok! Dooong!
Chun Woo-myung’s fists were thrown out as if he didn’t care if he lost his hand.
At one point, Song Yeo-bang felt his elbows get cold.
“Big...”
I wanted to pull myself out, but far from weakening, the power and speed of my fists increased, so I had no choice but to stop it.
The blood splashed from Chun Yu-myeong’s hand stained Song Yeo-bang’s clothes, and the shock continued to accumulate in his elbow.
“Aww!”
Wow! floating! Wow!
Even though the flesh was cut and the bones were exposed, Chun Woo-myeong struck the blade with a thunderous spirit as if he had forgotten even the pain.
Song Yeo-bang’s face was severely distorted as he withdrew leaving long footprints on the ground, pushed by the increasing impact.
“This crazy bastard!”
Unable to overcome Chun Woo-myeong’s reckless power, his arm seemed to bend, but soon the sword pierced his chest.
If I held out any longer, my heart would be torn to pieces by this ridiculous, ignorant attack. Song Yeo-bang, who spat out a harsh curse, quickly retrieved his sword and raised his knee toward Cheon Woo-myung’s chin.
blah blah! Pooh!
The fist hit Song Yeo-bang’s chest even while he was hit by the knee.
“nice!”
A weak moan breaks out.
typical hit and run.
The fist did not touch. no i can’t reach
The absolute defense technique that Song Yeo-bang is learning is Kisangangmak. No matter how great the energy was, it couldn’t pierce the spell that dispersed the energy itself.
But was it because it was too close?
Or was it because Chun Woo-myung’s fist contained a strong will?
A dull shockwave pierced his chest and shook everything inside.
“You son of a bitch!”
The moment Song Yeo-bang, whose pride was hurt, stood upright, Chun Woo-myeong, who had been pushed away, rushed again clenching his fists.
Whoa!
The sword and Chun Woo-myeong’s fist collided with all their might, creating a rough shockwave.
Song Yeo-bang felt an unbearable annoyance at the sight of Chun Woo-myeong continuing to attack while vomiting blood and being pushed back.
It’s just that King Sapaeo made me feel such a dirty shock!
Whoops!
Along with the rage that stretched to the tip of his head, Song Yeo-bang’s sword had terrifying energy.
“I will tear you to shreds!”
Suga Gagak!
In line with the vigorously swinging sword movement, the sickest fist flew again.
Song Yeo-bang’s sword swings with such force that it tears apart not only his fists but also Cheon Woo-myeong’s body.
Aaaaang!
“...!”
The moment he tried to cut off Chun Wu-myung’s body, Song Yeo-bang’s sword bounced wildly and soared into the sky.
The back of Chun Woo-myeong, who has stopped, and the young... subordinate who stands in front of him?
“This really hurts my wrists.”
“...?”
The sword in the hand of the young man admiring in an unflattering voice extends obliquely.
A young fellow who was only going to collect the corpse deflected his sword with one hand? That with all your strength? how?
Something feels dumb.
“God!”
A thousand cries.
God? Are you God?
Song Yeo-bang did not understand the current situation. Why did Cheon Woo-myeong call that young bastard God?
While Song Yeo-bang paused in confusion, Jinmu looked at Chun Woo-myeong.
“Your hands are messed up.”
“...more can be done. I can harpoon about one of his arms. Please leave it to me!”
“....”
Jinmu stared blankly at his two fists, which he shouted desperately with the will not to back down.
A corner of his heart was thrilled at the sight of that miserable figure, while a huge surge of anger was raising his body like a light dragon waking up from sleep.
“I’ve become a rag. Became a very slut. Can you grab a drink tonight with this?”
“...Lord.”
“I had to stop.”
“...”
There was no more surprising spirit. I’m sure Beomjeong sent a message saying that she had secured a child from Chileum Eunmaek... but even that was fabricated.
“Anyway, I made this guy’s family too kind. You answered me for not even asking. How do I start now?”
“...”
Song Yeo-bang couldn’t even move as if he had become a stone statue at Jinmu’s smirk.
A fact that not everyone else missed.
Shameless sword Jinmu.
No, now he was at the center of all the incidents leading the rebel forces of Sapaecheon. Missing about it is what made the current result.
The death of Daerang Ocheoksan and the demotion of Sangpyeong Sang. The death of the Inner Palace and the downfall of the Three Palaces.
And to his own Sanseo Trading Company, which was devouring Sapaecheon...
“Huh.... Heh heh heh.”
Was it because I was too surprised?
Unknowingly, a hollow laugh escaped from his gaping mouth.
“To a lump of blood that is only a contract...”
“....”
“Has the palace, which has built a hundred-year plan, been swayed this much? I just couldn’t find a small gap in the embankment...”
Song Yeo-bang muttered in a regretful voice while looking up at the sky.
“Tsk Another hundred years? What the hell happened then? What have you been preparing for so long?”
“...”
“It’s so damn diverse.”
“....”
“You guys got it wrong from the beginning.”
“Wrong? What’s wrong?”
“Do you think it takes only a few masters to conquer the midfield?”
“....”
At the words that he replied with a cold sneer, Song Yeo-bang stopped laughing and glared at Jin-mu with a cold expression.
“If it was that much, I took it all before, you stupid old man. I’m sure you’ll be able to occupy at least one of the three midfielders because you’ve been watching a lot. But the whole midfield is impossible.”
“...”
“Usually, they are divided into two main races and act as if they are going to eat each other, but when a crisis strikes in the middle court, they hold hands like blood brothers and fight against each other.”
“...”
“Isn’t it funny? It’s funny. Even so, when the problem is resolved, they fight like they’re going to kill each other as if they’ve formed an alliance.”
“....”
“This guy’s midfielder is like that. You’ll never see one person become the master. Are you saying that they are the ones who never see others doing well?”
Jinmu giggled as if recalling the past.
“...Young man speaks as if he’s done it.”
“...”
I did it a long time ago. Well, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you with this body.
“Well, anyway, you guys can’t do it, but I think it’s possible. I’ve come into my own.”
At Jinmu’s words, Song Yeobang frowned deeply.
How can my guy
“okay. I will eat the midfield. But I mean you got your hands on it. It’s not enough to pretend to be the owner when guys I’ve never heard of appear from anywhere, doing the things I hate the most.”
What do you hate?
A few doubts arose, but Song Yeo-bang could not listen to Jinmu any longer.
No matter who he is or what kind of delusion he has, he will have to pay with death for interfering with the great precepts they set up.
Whether it’s the Shaman Sword or the new Lord of Sapaecheon, kill them on the spot, and further kill all those called Sapaeowang.
And I will prepare again step by step.
If he dies at the end of his life, a new princess with a strong will will approach Daegye just like he did.
In order to pay off the bloody grudge a long time ago, I will annihilate all those who live with swords in the middle plain Murim, and furthermore, I will destroy this country that was built with the mask of immorality.
Whirling.
With the sword hanging down, Song Yeo-bang’s body stands upright, and the energy he raises soon becomes the wind, blowing the hem of his clothes and creating a whirlwind.
will kill
All the Moorim people who invaded the Sanseo Chamber of Commerce.
“....”
Jinmu gazes at Song Yeo-bang, who is raising formidable energy to the point of going beyond the limit.
“Yes, that’s what Murim people are like. You must raise your sword to establish your own will.”
At least in this Murim, the will of the victor is justice, and the words of the survivor are the truth.
And you made a big mistake.
just don’t kill
Because I have to pay for Woo Myung’s hand, which has turned into a rag. It’s very expensive.