Episode 880 So die like a bug. (5)
Cool clear eyes stared ahead.
Previously, Cheongmyeong would have swung his sword more fiercely than anyone else in the front row, but now he was standing firm.
Instead, I quickly scanned the front with my eyes. As if he wouldn’t miss any sight.
There was not the slightest hesitation or hesitation at the tip of everyone’s swords. This is the movement of inspectors who clearly know what to do.
Cast iron becomes stronger when it is hit with a hammer, and swords become stronger as blood is shed. The blood and sweat shed by Hwasan’s disciples was more than enough to train them.
And the layered efforts are now exploding here.
“Young chicks…”
The corners of Cheongmyeong’s mouth slowly turned up.
No, the word ‘new chick’ is no longer appropriate. Anyone who can feel the energy contained in that sword, anyone who can understand the perfect path drawn by the tip of that sword, will never be able to call them that.
Paaaaat!
At that time, someone’s plum sword technique made a red flower bloom in the middle of the fierce battlefield. Cheongmyeong slightly clenched his fists as he watched the place turn red with blooming plum blossoms.
It is a strangely nostalgic sight.
A sword is something you spend your whole life polishing. There is no such thing as completion. It is convenient to say that it is three stars or twelve stars, but even if it achieves twelve stars, it does not mean that there is no room for further advancement.
So, I don’t dare to say that I have mastered it, but what is certain is that the plum blossom sword wielded by Hwasan’s disciples has reached a level that even the ancestors of the past would not be ashamed of.
After taking so long, finally.
Cheongmyeong gently rubbed under his nose with a hand full of small wounds and calmed his eyes.
‘This is not the time to be puffed up.’
In any case, the priority now was to condemn those crazy bastards who dared to invade Xi’an and massacre the family of Hwasan.
And at that moment, the image of Gangseo Chil-sal running from the back toward the front clearly caught the eye of Cheongmyeong.
“Those bastards?”
The moment Cheongmyeong flinched and was about to take his steps, an evil voice was heard from a corner.
“Grrrr!”
“Wow. Now, you need to calm down!”
“No, death penalty! Those bastards…!”
“Write it. wait.”
“no!”
“Wait. Didn’t you hear Cheongmyeong? “I told you not to go out on a limb.”
“Ok.”
Cheongmyeong also slowly relaxed his legs as he watched Jogeol, who was shaking as if he was going to jump out at any moment, with his buttocks pulled out.
In the first place, this battle was not prepared for them.
“Okay.”
Cheongmyeong sighed like Jogeol. At that time, several people launched their bodies toward the flying Gangseo Chilsal.
And the moment he saw one of them, his eyes widened.
“No, that bastard?”
Come to think of it, I didn’t tell that guy not to come forward, but no matter what. That blood-crazed middle-aged bastard?
“That bastard… even Buddha would lie down.”
Cheongmyeong’s face suddenly distorted when he saw the hair shining brilliantly in the light.
An indescribable, strange expression flashed across the face of King Yanbu Gosong.
It may seem complacent to make an expression like this in the middle of this battlefield. But the situation he was in now was well deserved.
Think about it.
Although Hwasan is famous for swordsmanship, it is not limited to swordsmanship, so it would not be surprising if there were swordsmen who mainly focus on martial arts.
Is it possible for the magistrate to wield such sophisticated and strong power that he can instantly send King Yeomwangbu, who is charging at him, crashing to the ground? That’s not really strange either.
However… it is a little strange that the bald man has a dazzlingly shiny bald head, and it is even stranger that the bald man emits the famous golden light.
And above all….
“Amitabha Buddha.”
“….”
What on earth? Who is this strange tribe?
In indescribable bewilderment, Gosong tightly grasped the Yanwangbu in his hand.
“Are you… a Taoist or a monk?”
“Amitabha Buddha. “Of course it’s outside the middle school.”
“Then why… are you wearing a coat of arms?”
Hyeyeon’s face turned bright red while wearing Taoist attire.
“…Everyone has their own circumstances, so I hope you don’t bother asking and blaming me.”
“…Is this a situation that should not be questioned? I’ve been around my gang for decades and have seen all kinds of crazy people, but I’ve never seen one wearing a coat of arms. “Is this something you could do in your right mind?”
“….”
Hyeyeon closed her eyes tightly with a bright red face. Of course, he doesn’t know how strange this may seem.
If the Shaolin court saw this right now, they would think, ‘That crazy guy has finally lost his mind.’ A Shaolin disciple wears a mountain robe? Why don’t you also put a plum blossom on your head? ‘I don’t have any hair to hold it in, so it will fall out!’ I could have gone on a rampage for a long time.
In the first place, clothing symbolizes belonging. The fact that he, a disciple of Shaolin, is wearing volcano clothes is so strange that Sapa frowns.
But what can you do?
The training that that damned priest ordered me to do was not something that the hem of my clothes could withstand. As you practice, your clothes will tear if you get bored.
It took a day or two to somehow get the monk’s uniform back on and it was impossible to do it for three years.
Still, Hyeyeon tried to keep her duty.
But…
– Surrender? Seungbooooook? But did this bastard get beaten up so much that he went crazy? Are you telling me to get a monk’s robe and give it to you so that you can train comfortably? Did you turn? uh? Did you turn? What’s the point of creeping into someone else’s sect and training and sticking your butt out for it? Seungbooook?
There is no way words could get through to that devil.
At first, I tried to wear at least some regular clothes other than a gi, but… once you give up, a lot of things become easier. In the end, I had no choice but to pick up the black uniform lying around and wear it.
“Off shell.”
“what?”
“The shell is just a facade. “What’s important is what’s in it, isn’t it?”
“So, Jung goes around wearing Taoist clothes?”
“….”
“I’m going to see all the crazy guys…”
At that moment, Hyeyeon stepped onto the starting line and fired a punch.
Kwaaaaaaaa!
Yanwangbu Gosong’s body was bent backwards as if it would break. It’s a shame that he succeeded in momentarily raising his ax to block it. If that power had landed in his head, his head would have resembled a ripe watermelon by now.
Cold sweat was forming on my forehead. If the power released in a short burst has this much power, then what on earth will happen if you properly gather your strength and strike the fist?
“Of course… His appearance is funny, but…”
Hyeyeon said, her complexion hardening.
“But I have no intention of playing games with you. “You will have to pay the price for neglecting your duty as a person who has learned martial arts and persecuting the weak.”
“This crazy bastard…”
Gosong gritted his teeth and grabbed Yeomwangbu.
The ridiculous appearance and power of this person were enough to chill the heart.
“Whoop.”
What was even more annoying was those cold, uncivilized eyes.
‘It must be Shaolin, right?’
I haven’t really had any experience dealing with the middle class of Shaolin, but I’m sure not all of them are like Ija. This person’s eyes look closer to a swordsman than a middle school guard.
The moment I saw those cold, cold eyes, I felt my blood run cold.
‘Damn it.’
But there is no time for a long search. Meanwhile, the battle line continues to collapse. We need to help them quickly, not just to save the people who are spilling blood over there, but for him to survive.
If things continue like this, all the other guys will fall and they will have to deal with all these people with just their brothers.
“Noooooom!”
Gosong lunged forward and struck the ax with explosive force.
Befitting his nickname of King Yeomwangbu, the power of his ax was unrivaled. A power that is incomparable to even those commonly classified as serious illnesses. No weapon in the world can compare to an ax in terms of the power to cut it by striking it.
Hehehe!
The sound of an ax cutting through the wind pierced my ears with the force of tearing my eardrums. The noise and force alone would make most warriors urinate and collapse on the spot.
However, even as she looked at the ax falling towards her head, Hyeyeon’s eyes only darkened.
fault.
Hyeyeon’s feet moved forward briefly.
It is not the cool walking method he always shows, but an extremely practical walking method that minimizes body movement.
thud!
At the same time, he strongly stepped down and, with all his strength, raised his fist towards the falling ax.
‘crazy!’
King Yeom, who had been attacking, was even more surprised by the sight.
Blocking an ax with your fist? With your fist? It’s an idea that anyone with even the slightest sense can’t help but do.
‘Yes, you arrogant bastard. ‘I’ll give you half!’
King Yeom put all his internal strength into it. It seemed like he was going to break Hyeyeon in two at any moment. Soon, his ax and Hyeyeon’s fist clashed with fierce force.
Quang!
But unfortunately, the situation that King Yeombu had expected did not happen. The ax that hit the fist made of blood and flesh bounced back as if it had hit a steel wall.
‘what?’
Yanwangbu Gosong’s eyes widened as if they were torn apart. And at that very moment, Hyeyeon, who did not miss the opportunity, rushed towards him like a bird.
“omg!”
King Yeom, who was frightened when he saw Hyeyeon’s feet flying towards his knees, threw himself to the side and changed direction. But at that moment, Hyeyeon’s body rose into the air like a lightning bolt and kicked the wrist that was holding the axe.
Bye!
A terrible sound rang out. Even without feeling the pain, I couldn’t help but know that my wrist had been shattered by a single blow.
However, what shocked Gosong was not Hye-yeon’s technique of breaking his wrist.
It was a ridiculous, groundbreaking technique where he momentarily twisted the foot he had extended towards Gosong, kicked it into the air, and then launched his body into the air.
He can also step into the air and change his body’s direction. However, while fighting while moving at high speeds, I have never heard of them naturally using the air as a stepping stone without any preparation.
‘How…’
But it was still too early to be surprised. Hyeyeon, who broke her wrist, twisted her body in the air and rushed right in front of Gosong.
One volume flying towards your face at the same time.
The unique Shaolin fist, which was extended vertically with the thumb up, flew in fiercely as if it was going to crush Gosong’s face.
“Tsk!”
Gosong gritted his teeth and twisted his back. Hyeyeon’s fist passed right in front of his nose.
‘I avoided blood…!’
“Knock!”
But that joy did not last even a moment. The moment the fist grazed Gosong’s face, Hyeyeon’s elbow folded and stuck in his chest.
Blood spurted out of Gosong’s mouth due to the shock of his chest being crushed.
“Ugh…. Ugh!”
Gosong swung his ax in a fit of rage. However, rather than retreating, Hyeyeon instead snuggled into his arms. No matter how sharp the ax is, it cannot cut down a tooth that is dug into a hug.
“dole.”
At that moment, Hyeyeon’s hand gently touched Gosong’s stomach.
“There is a price for evil deeds.”
“Oh no…!”
Touuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
The Chongyeong (寸經) released from Hyeyeon’s fingertips that touched the Danjeon shattered Gosong’s insides.
“Cough!”
Red blood poured out of Gosong’s mouth like a waterfall. With his vision suddenly blurring, Gosong tried his best to look at Hyeyeon’s face.
“you…. “It’s so…”
He shakes it off.
I don’t know what he was trying to say, but what he felt at the end was clear.
“Amitabha Buddha.”
Hyeyeon shouted briefly.
“Please live as a good person in the next life.”
After catching a glimpse of the fallen Gosong, he turned his head and went out to look for his next opponent.
Yeomwangbu Gosong.
It was an unusually vain death for a man who had gained a lot of notoriety as the second son of Gangseo Chil-sal.
