Episode 1586. Then who are you? (6)
“I…”
Is it really possible to express all the feelings of seeing this scene with just the word ‘shock’?
A huge handprint was engraved on the vast, barren land. It was a huge, sacred trace, as if it contained the will of Buddha, as if it were a mark left by Pango.
Zhongli-hyung’s mouth opened wide.
‘That’s… court.’
The scars on the ground are not surprising. No, of course it is a surprising sight, but since the person who created the trace was the court, it is closer to a natural result.
Who is the court? He is the head of the Millennium Shaolin, known as the Taesan Bukdu of the Jungwon Martial Arts.
Even a single elder is a Shaolin who is evaluated as having military power comparable to or greater than that of the best masters of other sects. What can I say to the head of Shaolin?
Of course, it cannot be guaranteed that the person who becomes the head of a sect is necessarily the strongest in that sect, but the court was recognized as strong even in terms of inaction.
Who would dare deny the fact that the court is the closest person to the greatest person in the world at the time?
Nevertheless, the reason Jong-li-hyeong was surprised was not because of the power of martial arts shown by the court, but because of the absurd operation contained within it.
It is said that it is difficult for an ordinary person to properly realize even one of the seventy-two disciplines of Shaolin even if they practice for a lifetime. Among the elites, only a small number of those who have both talent and Buddhist spirit are allowed to study Choi Sang-seung’s martial arts.
But isn’t such uneducatedness gushing out at every step?
Because the movements are so natural, it may be difficult to fully feel its strength.
However, not all 72 types of martial arts are the same. All of them were different types of martial arts. Because it is a different martial art, the operation of internal power is different and the type of internal power that must be raised is also different.
However, the court naturally connects all the martial arts as if they were using different types of martial arts within one martial arts.
How much mastery of martial arts do you have to have to do such a ridiculous thing?
‘Is this the true power of Shaolin?’
Zhong Li-hyung’s fingertips began to tremble slightly.
If he had stood in front of that court, how many seconds would he have been able to endure?
The leader of Shaolin. A giant who leads the world.
Didn’t that huge name actually make people look down on the value of the ‘unmanned’ court?
‘Even if we try to intervene like this…’
we cannot secure even the bare minimum justification.
The opponent is the leader of the infamous Sapaeryeon. This is not an opponent worth insisting on a fair one-on-one match. However, if the game is this one-sided, anyone who intervenes will inevitably be criticized.
On the other side of him, Pengyeop also remained silent, biting his lip. Probably because we are thinking the same thing.
‘Oh my…’
It’s such a ridiculous thing to do, but now Jong-ri-hyung has to hope that Jang Il-so will do his best. If Jang Il-so is defeated too easily, Shaolin will take all the glory, and Gong and Paeng will not be able to recoup even the minimum amount of blood shed here.
If that happens, won’t it be inevitable to be criticized for needlessly driving the disciples to death?
‘That’s absolutely not possible!’
I was anxious and anxious. But now there is no obvious solution. Zhongli-hyung clenched his fists.
‘No matter how defeated you are, to the court…’
It was that very moment.
chin.
Jang Il-so, who was lying down and bounced by the tension of the court, grabbed the ground as if he were holding it.
“Hmm…”
Then he slowly got up. The makeup covering her face was smudged and the crown that seemed like a symbol had flown away and was nowhere to be seen. The red grapes were torn in places and covered in dust.
Even if you look at it, it looks like it was quite a disappointment.
Even the wounds that are visible on the outside may not be considered particularly serious. Shaolin’s method of internal regeneration is both merciful and cruel. Muhak, which destroys the inside of an opponent, must have greatly shaken the inside of that strong body.
But the next moment, Jong-li-hyung could not believe his eyes.
Jang Il-so’s messed up posture and eyes… were not much different from the first time. Boredom, boredom, and drowsiness still permeated me.
It’s as if these injuries are nothing. No, it’s as if it’s no different from everyday life for him.
At that moment, a chill went down Jong Lihyeong’s spine. A strange eerie feeling spreads throughout my body.
“Oh my…”
Jang Il-so exclaimed as if it were someone else’s business and leisurely brushed back her flowing bangs.
“It’s a mess.”
It was so one-sided that it was immediately after being pushed back miserably. However, Jang Il-so’s hand gestures clearly showed a sense of composure.
Bluff? Coming? No, no. I didn’t make that up.
At this sight, even the court could not control their expressions and their complexions hardened.
“Maybe it’s because he’s an old, bald middle-aged guy who doesn’t pay attention to his appearance…. He’s completely inconsiderate. “So where can we talk about ‘mercy’?”
Jang Il-so stood up.
Blood drips down where he stands.
“But it looks like he didn’t just ascend to the position of Shaolin leader. “He was so good at rolling his tongue that I thought he got the job because of that talent.”
“Amitabha Buddha.”
The court, left in displeasure, watched Jang Il-so with sunken eyes.
Does the author have room to relax?
No, that can’t be true. His attack clearly worked on Jang Il-so. The scars and pale complexion engraved on that body are by no means lies.
Then what on earth is that space?
Things don’t fit together. That’s why the court was able to realize this. The fact that that is not the leisure that comes from the body’s ability.
‘Is this familiar?’
If the court had been in the same situation as Jang Il-so, it would not have been able to handle the sense of frustration. However, Jang Il-so does not consider the situation itself to be particularly serious.
Because you must have seen it countless times.
I found out again. How many battles the author has fought. How many times have you defeated those who are stronger than you?
How many obstacles must the Maninbang, which started out as a small sect in Gwiju, overcome before becoming a world-reigning force?
To him, this situation would not be that special.
But…
“The fluke that happened in your life so far will not be repeated today.”
“…Hmm?”
“There is an end to everything. Of course, it doesn’t follow…”
“Huh!”
Before the court could even finish speaking, Jang Il-so spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth. Black dead blood seeped into the ground. Jang Il-so saw this and burst into laughter.
“Ah, I’m sorry. Stop because it’s a little disgusting. “I actually don’t like blood that much.”
“…lose.”
Pale eyes stared quietly at the court. Soon, the corners of his eyes slowly curved.
“There’s nothing to be so proud of. “This is only the beginning, right?”
Crackling.
A noise came out of Jang Il-so’s fist.
“It’s a fluke…”
Soon he started chuckling and laughing. Then it disappeared as if it were falling off the spot.
“Check it out!”
Coo!
It was an incredible speed. The long blue flame river running along his fist bloomed like a pair of wings.
“It’s useless.”
The court took a stern stance.
Na Han-kwon. The basis of all Shaolin Quan.
Because it is basic, it is not special, but on the other hand, it is more threatening than any other martial arts. Because not being special means there is nothing lacking.
Promoting solid martial arts without any weaknesses was the perfect choice to deal with the anomalous Jang Il-so. And this was like a manifestation of the will to press Jang Il-so right here and now.
Gooooo!
The court, with its legs spread wide, lowered its posture and stared at the rushing Jang Il-so. A heaviness as if Mount Tai were in place.
However, Jang Il-so flew straight into the court without the slightest hesitation.
Jang Il-so’s fist stretches out in a straight line. That fist was tightly blocked by the upright forearm of the court.
Quaaaang!
A huge explosion and a terrible shock struck the surroundings, but the result was clear. Beopjeong’s forearm, which was as tightly defended as Taesan Mountain, perfectly blocked Jang Ilso’s fist. Even Jang Il-so’s harsh Yeomgang could not pierce the court’s majestic power.
However, at that moment, Jang Il-so’s hand was withdrawn at a speed that was not even visible to the eye, and he immediately stabbed the court’s arm three times in succession.
bang! Quang! bang!
A huge explosion explodes one after another. The court’s body still did not shake, but that was only the body’s story. The ground he stepped on was unable to withstand the power of Jang Il-so, which was aimed at him as if it were hitting him, and began to crumble little by little.
There was a brief moment of bewilderment in the eyes of the court.
Shaolin’s fist begins in the lower body. Hold your lower body firmly and your upper body simply receives and distributes the force.
However, the ground, which was instantly crushed like tofu, did not sufficiently support his lower body.
It was literally a momentary variable.
And in the fierce battles of those who have reached this level, such a small variable can swell like a rolling snowball.
The court quickly pulled back and tried to regain its stance. Jang Il-so followed him like a leech, as if he had already expected it.
It was a very brief gap that an ordinary human would never be able to catch. However, Jang Il-so held on for that moment like an animal.
“Ha!”
The court raises its fist at once. Twelve blows split the air. It was nothing special except that it was simple and fast, but as it unfolded in the hands of the court, it became an unrivaled Shingungjeolhak.
However, Arhat Fist, which was unfolded without proper footing on the ground, could not fully demonstrate its power.
thud!
A short impact sound rang out. However, in reality, almost twelve striking sounds occurred almost simultaneously.
Jang Il-so’s eyes, which had completely accepted the authority of the court, radiated a sinister light like a snake.
“this guy!”
The moment the court was about to take another step, Jang Il-so lifted the court and kicked it. In response to Jang Il-so’s move aimed at his groin, the court quickly recovered his outstretched leg and blocked his path with his knee.
Quang!
It was a perfect defense, but in return, the court’s body rose a little more into the air.
No matter how much I suppressed and endured with my internal strength, it was impossible to ignore Jang Il-so’s young strength and get down.
“You know that?”
At that moment, Jang Il-so’s eerie voice pierced the court’s ears.
“No matter how strong it is.”
Hahaha!
Bright blue flames erupted from Jang Il-so’s hands.
“If you can’t use it, it’s as if it doesn’t exist!”
Jang Il-so’s palm rushed toward the court. It was like the kick of a wild beast.
The court roars and emits white intelligence from its fingertips.
Iljiseon (一指禪)!
It was a good choice. When the level of internal force is equal, it is difficult for tension to block the internal force concentrated on one point. What more can we say about the intellect of a court with far superior internal power?
But it was also a foolish choice.
Jang Il-so laughed as he saw the intelligence flying towards his hand. Then, he released the young Yeomgang in his hand.
The court’s eyes widened.
‘What?’
Quack!
The sharp and strong intellect easily pierces Jang Il-so’s hand.
If Jang Il-so had blocked it with his strong hands, he would have been pushed back without being pierced. And that would have given the court time to continue its offensive.
However, Jang Il-so chose to give in instead of fighting back.
As a result, a black hole was created in the heart, but in return, the court’s time was taken away.
“It’s also naive.”
Jang Il-so, who did not miss the moment when the hand that had once radiated intelligence stopped empty, wrapped the flame around his hand again.
And the flame exploded straight into the court’s chest.
Kwaaaaang!
A bright blue flame snake bit the chest of a living Buddha with a brilliant spirit.
