Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 285

Episode 285

Song Yeo-bang stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve.

“To be beaten by a fluke…”

“…”

A fluke? Yes, it was a fluke.

But is this child unaware of his martial arts weaknesses?

If Jinmu’s idea is correct, this was a fatal flaw in the martial arts called Kisan Gangmak. It has to be addressed immediately upon being aware of it.

But you don’t know? perhaps?

“…”

Jinmu looked at Song Yeo-bang carefully before opening his mouth.

“Hey old man.”

“….”

“What kind of woman was Palme-kun?”

“…what?”

“That woman. Now that I think about it, I felt like I was pretty stubborn.”

“Hmm, that would be it. Since I was born in a lowly place, I have no choice but to be stubborn.”

“A humble birth? I hear you say you are my mistress? If you give me a palace, you’re the wife of the palace, isn’t it like that? You have a higher status than the old people.”

“You have a higher status than me? sounds funny. I was born and raised in a family with a lot of history. It means that the birth itself is different from the fox years like Sagal, who took care of all kinds of males and females to rise to the position.”

Suddenly, the temperament…

But I get the rough idea.

“That’s right. Yes too.”

“…what?”

Yeobang Song glares at Jinmu with her eyes raised.

Yeah, seeing it like that makes me feel good when I pluck out my eyes later.

Ilgungju Song Yeobang. According to what I heard, he must have been in a high class since he was born. It is a life lived with so-called vested interests.

There’s no way a guy like that knows about the intensity of life. no, you wouldn’t have to know.

and his martial arts.

“Ask one more. I mean, it’s called the Kisan Gangmak. Are you sure you’ve never been pierced?”

“…Have you tried it and still don’t know? The Kisan Gangmak is a perfect defensive weapon.”

“As expected… I see.”

“…?”

A smile forms on Jinmu’s lips.

There is no perfect weapon in the world. Everyone has loopholes, and warriors train with blood and sweat to solve the loopholes in the martial arts they have learned.

The skills Jinmu had experienced so far were lower than those of Palm.

It’s not that he wasn’t strong, but above all, he lacked the vigor that could decide the game.

As he said, he wouldn’t have been able to penetrate the Kisan River membrane with normal methods.

So, naturally, he would have relied on its mighty defense and there would have been no need to fight fiercely.

Thanks to the power of the Kisan Gangmak, he must have never been in danger of losing his life.

I’m sure I just blocked it, but when the opponent got tired of it, I picked it up.

Tsk tsk This kind of guy is talking about the 100 years old and the midfielder.

Does the midfield look so easy, you bastard?

“…”

Jinmu glanced at Chun Woo-myeong, who was far away.

Maybe if he realized this simple and simple weakness, a thousand fates would have been lost? Well, it’s over anyway.

“It’s been a long chat. Shall we start over?”

“…”

Song Yeo-bang narrowed his eyes at Jin-mu’s expression, which suddenly had an unlucky smile on his face.

No matter what, nothing changes.

Song Yeo-bang also realized a fact and found a solution.

His method of attack is linkage.

As always, I hold on until he runs out of breath. And if you see a gap, you will cut your breath faster than before.

Because the blood flowing down Jinmu’s forehead proves that he can win.

“Come on, man. I will definitely stop breathing this time.”

“Who are you?”

Simultaneously with a smile, Jinmu’s new model quickly closes the distance.

third clash. Jinmu’s attack was the same as before.

simple guy.

The direction is to the left!

I confirmed that I could feel the energy, but at the speed that was still too much for me to counter, Song Yeo-bang quickly crossed his arms to block it.

Whoa!

Song Yeo-bang’s body is pressed to the side by Jin-mu’s heavy fist, which he punches with all his might, striking diagonally over it as if deliberately forming a sum.

same up to here. next?

Song Yeo-bang hurriedly turned his head in the opposite direction.

Shuwook!

As expected, a fist was rising from the other side in an oblique line.

same. It was just a simple, repetitive attack. It’s too late to defend, so I’ll leave it to the Kisan Gangmak this time too.

Instead, this time, a wound on your neck…?

Knock!

“…!”

It was obviously the same way, but there was no shock transmitted to my back.

Shocked, Yeobang Song lowered her eyes to see Jinmu holding the girdle at his side.

“also!”

Jinmu grins.

Then, pulling on the girdle, the fist on the other side flew toward Song Yeo-bang’s abdomen in a large circle.

Whoa!

Kisan Gangmak activated again.

“Big…”

It wasn’t an effective hit, but the reaction force was bigger than I thought, so my face naturally frowned.

“Hmm, that’s right. As expected, it responds to energy, right?”

Jinmu didn’t follow the next attack and stood and brushed his chin.

I was right.

The Kisan gangmak reacts to blows loaded with energy. In other words, it does not activate for simple attacks without energy.

The proof is that when his foot struck Song Yeo-bang’s chin earlier, the flow of Jinki was cut off.

Aside from hitting the chin, it must be harder than I thought to subdue the old man with a small fist, so what should I do? To inflict maximum damage without using energy…

Ah!

When Jinmu thought of something, a gloomy smile appeared on his lips, and Song Yeo-bang tried to attack first, ignoring the bleak feeling that welled up down his spine without even realizing it.

“Tah!”

You’re talking like taat.

Jinmu, who had ducked his back to avoid the sword swung horizontally as he approached quickly, bounced back like a spring.

“this!”

The motion was too great.

As Song Yeo-bang hurriedly swung his sword and tried to pull himself away, Jinmu’s model suddenly disappeared.

I thought he would stretch out his fist because he obviously bounced up from the front like a soar?

And the presence of Jinmu felt in the back one after another.

maybe from behind?

Prepare for the anti-elasticity that Song Yeo-bang will come back with his face distorted… Huh?

“It’s the first time you’ve experienced something like this, you bastard.”

“…!”

A lively voice.

With the illusion that gravity suddenly disappeared, Song Yeo-bang’s body floated into the air.

Whoa! Kwaaang!

Jinmu grabbed Song Yeo-bang from behind and pinned him to the ground as hard as he could.

“Cheak!”

I couldn’t breathe properly due to the shock of breaking my head and the pain that shattered my back.

“Keep… kuck.”

Song Yeo-bang lets out suppressed moans.

Kwak.

Suddenly, Jinmu was holding both of his legs and laughing.

“The ground… has no internal air.”

“…!”

What is it?

Whiik! Wow!

Jinmu grabbed Song Yeo-bang by the leg and hit it on the floor like drying dry laundry.

“Ah!”

A terrible scream escaped Song’s mouth.

“Ha ha ha! Done! Get lost!”

Whiik Kwak Kwak! bang! Kwak Kwa Kwak!

Jinmu’s expression as he began to beat Song Yeo-bang without stopping, alternating left and right as if pounding rice cakes, looked like a goblin.

It’s good that the old man is light because he’s old.

He’s a bad old man who kidnaps children. He is an old man in the palace who tried to kill the common people of the unknown village. He’s an old man who tried to break his flesh. He’s a fucking old man who dared to devour the midfield I’ve recommended for a subject who bought less than me.

And the old man with a knife in my little boy’s hand.

bang! Kwak! bang!

Jinmu didn’t stop washing the laundry.

inner strength? martial arts? There’s no use in that.

I’ve been knocked to the ground so many times I can’t even remember how many times. Song Yeo-bang couldn’t come to his senses at the unfamiliar grouping he had never experienced before.

“Hee hee hee hee….”

Jinmu, who was shaking off the laundry he was holding in his hand, barely stopped when he was breathing.

Ilgungju Song Yeobang. He grew up with a noble birth, sat in a noble seat with a noble status, and used the warriors of the palace as limbs with formidable inaction.

He was so strong that he could kill Chun Woo-myeong at any time, but now his head exploded and his whole body turned into a tattered rag and lay limp.

No one could move their mouths at the sight of Jinmu laughing with an evil expression after turning a person into a rag.

“That cloth lord?”

“…huh?”

“Have you been hurt? that?”

“…no. I’ve never experienced anything as horrifying as that.”

“okay.”

At Chun Woo-myeong’s answer, So Dong-bo nodded.

“By the way, could it be that the Lord is so angry… because of this hand?”

Chun Woo-myeong swallowed dry saliva and answered So Dong-bo’s question.

“Ah, no way…”

Cheon Woo-myeong, who had an inappropriate blush, probably didn’t hate it while denying it.

Meanwhile, Jinmu was still ruthless.

“Hey are you dead?”

“….”

“Isn’t the bastard answering?”

Poof! bang bang bang! bang!

“Cheondanlord?”

“…Yes?”

“Shouldn’t it be dried?”

“…will it work?”

“Isn’t it?”

Chun Woo-myeong and Hwangshin So Dong-bo could only watch.

Because of Jinmu’s eyes, which are full of madness… All of

the warriors of the Shanseo Chamber of Commerce were bloodied and tied to the ropes, and the injured were divided separately.

Exhausted from washing clothes, Jinmu sat on top of Song Yeo-bang, who passed out, and caught his breath.

Good food!

Hwangshin hurriedly sent a message containing the news of victory to Jeoksaeng, who had raided the Taewon Sangdan.

* * *

In front of the ruins of a broken building with only traces of the Great Pavilion of the Shanseo Chamber of Commerce.

Squeak.

Chun Woo-myeong, wrapped in a bandage, fills up the cup Jinmu holds out.

Chun Woo-myeong’s trembling hands must have felt sorry for him, but none of the observers stopped him.

“Hey, it flows.”

“I’m so sorry. haha.”

Chun Woo-myeong, whose hands were badly damaged, seemed to be struggling as the alcohol spilled over the glass and into his hands.

Gaecheonju. crazy god. A person is injured, but I can’t let him rest.

Even sitting on a dying enemy and having a drink.

Hwangshin and Sodongbo, who were standing next to them, were swallowing swear words that they couldn’t bear to spit out.

No, why on earth would an injured person smile brightly and apologize to a normal person?

It was a completely incomprehensible relationship between Hwangshin and So Dongbo.

“Have you looked around by the way?”

“The Great Palace is searching the inside with archers, but there are not enough people to keep an eye on the prisoners.”

“Surveillance… What can losers do anyway?”

Even as he let go of Tung, Jinmu roughly agreed.

Because Shanxi Chamber of Commerce is quite large.

By the time the bottle was being emptied, it started to get noisy outside, and familiar voices and familiar faces entered through the broken walls of the Shanxi store.

Jeoksaeng, who raided the Taiwon Merchant and destroyed the main force of the Shanxi Company, arrived with the main unit.

“God!”

Jeoksaeng and Myungsaechan Soyakbyeok hurriedly ran and bowed their heads to Jinmu.

“Are you done?”

“yes. We also left troops in Taewon. Salmak’s slayers are chasing the remnants who escaped, so it will be finished soon.”

“Good work. Place a guard and let everyone have a drink.”

“yes!”

While Jeoksaeng, who received orders from Jinmu, gives orders to his subordinates, Myung Se-chan and So Yak-byeok greet Chun Woo-myeong and look at his bandaged hands.

“Are you hurt?”

“…something.”

Chun Woo-myeong nodded with an embarrassed expression at the words of Soyakbyeok.

“Did the treatment go well?”

“That guy’s medical skills are quite good.”

“see.”

“not a big deal.”

“You bastard!”

Damn!

After being slapped on the back, the medicine wall unwrapped the bandage on the hand he held out, muttering nervously and ordering his subordinates to bring the medicine box.

“Because you’re such an idiot. You hurt your hand carelessly…” “

…Ah, it’s okay.”

“I can’t stand still!”

“….”

Chun Woo-myeong, who is scolded for trying to withdraw his hand, and Soyak-byeok, who constantly nags while treating.

It may have been everyone’s mistake to look like a younger brother who doesn’t listen to his sister.

“ouch!”

“Excuse me!”

Damn!

The night slowly deepened with the sound of palms hitting Chun Woo-myeong.