Chapter - 641 Episode 641. Thanks to you, I learned a lot. (1)
Oh, my god!
Ho Gong sprays blood and falls off with a cracking noise.
Crash!
Ho Gong, stuck on the floor, stared blankly at the sky in front of him. One side of the sky was turning red.
He didn't immediately understand what he was in. Why are you suddenly lying down and looking at the sky?
Did I fall down? Why the hell?'
I even felt like I had lost my memory for a moment. It was a terrible pain in the left eye that removed the strange sensation of the body floating in Ho Gong.
"Gasp……."
Only then did it occur to me that Chung-Myung's elbow had hit the eyelid.
Throbbing! Throbbing!
'Eyes....'
I don't know if all the veins have burst, but there is little visibility. I could see roughly without checking the wound. Perhaps the eyelids swelled and could hardly open their eyes.
However, no matter how severe the eye injury and the pain were, it was nothing compared to the mental pain he is feeling now.
A big pile.
Ho Gong's fingernails scratched the floor of the arena.
He somehow whipped up the body, which was unable to move, as if all the cartilage had been worn out.
'From the beginning...'
The goosebumps all over my body couldn't calm down.
The sword seemed to have suddenly increased. But that is absolutely impossible. It is impossible for a sword made of hard iron to stretch like a taffy.
There's only one possible case.
"……You cheated."
In the first place, an experienced examiner searches for an opponent during a battle. So, Chung-Myung's attack range and interval he thought were naturally measured and recognized during the confrontation.
The principle of Chung-Myung deceiving Ho Gong is very simple.
Bending the arm that stretches out in the first place, and adjusting the spacing of the sword. It is engraved on Ho Gong's head with such random spacing. To the extent that Ho Gong is sure that Chung-Myung's sword will reach this far without any doubt.
And change the interval for a moment. Very nonchalantly and naturally.
So from Ho Gong's point of view, it felt like a sudden increase in the number of swords.
It's a simple and trivial thing to think about it.
However, is it possible to conduct such a small task perfectly so that a Ho Gong-like inspection does not feel at odds with the real sword seeking his life?
No, let's say it's possible.
However, it is also strange to plant a false interval for the next attack against the first person. Even if you miss an inch, you'll tear your flesh, break your bones, and risk it in combat?
'Crazy...'
That is not an area of logic, but an area of madness.
This is a tactic that works the better the opponent's skills and the faster the opponent identifies Chung-Myung's sword.
What kind of tactics can you use because you believe in others? What nonsense is there?
"Cough!"
My body shook.
Sickening came out of the stomach.
It unfolded vividly before my eyes. Chung-Myung's sword, which was softened by Ho Gong's strength.
It was a shaman's sword's organ.
"You...."
As he raised his body holding a sword, Chung-Myung, who was staring this way, entered the field of view.They are frighteningly cold, emotionless eyes. If it wasn't for the blood around his mouth, he would have been mistaken for a painting, not a living person.….
"Don't be funny! Son of a b*tc*!
The growling Ho Gong's voice was filled with hatred and anger.
"How dare you attack me with a pack of shamans?”
This is beyond disgrace.
Isn't it like a deacon being punched by a prosecutor, or a man who has used a spear all his life is beaten with a spear by a man who first caught it today?
"This……."
It was the most unbearable humiliation for him to be subjected to a shaman's sword by Hawsan's prosecutor.
"On purpose...!"
The teeth that have been bitten to the fullest extent end up cracking.
Ho Gong's eyes were now as if he was looking beyond venom at the enemy of the enemy. But Chung-Myung, who received the gaze, was still cold.
That buck.
Chung-Myung, who stopped walking, looked straight at Ho Gong and opened his mouth.
"You seem to be mistaken."
“…….”
"It doesn't mean much to me when I hit you in the face.”
"…shut up!"
Ho Gong shouted seetically. Chung-Myung shook his head expressionless.
"What a fool."
A cold voice penetrated Ho Gong's ear.
"It's not a bimu from the moment you spit your life out at me. If it was a bimu, I'd just fit in moderately. The way you think.”
“…….”
"But it's not a bimu. It's real. There's nothing for you and nothing for me. It just matters if someone is standing at the end."
Ho Gong's eyes trembled as he looked at Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung asked quietly.
"Is it hard to understand the word 'act'?”
“…….”
"Listen, boy. From the moment you pull a knife to hurt or kill...…it's a war."
“…….”
"I don't care about weapons in war. He takes the opponent's sword, cuts his neck, covers the body, disguises himself as dead, and stabs it in the groin of a passing enemy."
There was a clear laugh on Chung-Myung's face.
"Are you going to complain about why you're taking my sword and wielding it in the war.
“…….”
"Stop it, you idiots."
Ho Gong shuddered.
I do anything to win.
Ho Gong has also been heard countless times. He didn't even think he should distinguish between what to do and what not to do because he is a prestigious shaman.
It's just...
He had no idea what that 'do anything' meant.
In the midst of the sword coming and going, he desperately deceives the opponent, and eventually puts a knife into the opponent's body by using all the methods he can use.
Isn't it more of a struggle than a war?
Ho Gong's sword tips began to tremble again. Then Chung-Myung's eyes sink as he looks at the trembling sword tip.
'It's hard for words to understand.’
Forcing someone who has never experienced to act like they have experienced is a form of violence.
Ho Gong will understand with his head. I'm sure you've heard it a lot. Shudang also experienced war. A shaman, called the prestigious, must have passed on to future generations what he had experienced in that terrible war in the past.
But this is not something that can be understood by the brain.
I can't understand.Imagine a normal person opening his eyes and suddenly being thrown into the middle of a battlefield.
Suppose a person who understood the word murder as a mere notion experienced a mess in which a person's neck suddenly flew off in front of him or her and hot blood poured into his or her whole body.
Will I be able to understand all that and adapt to the situation?
It can never be possible.
What is too obvious for Chung-Myung is not for Ho Gong. It is impossible to understand Chung-Myung, even the shaman's elder and the warrior who should understand the boundaries of life and death.
Now Ho Gong's eyes on Chung-Myung are not much different from those of Hwasan's death penalty when he first encountered Mahkyo in the past. Chung-Myung was well aware of the fear of seeing beyond the realm of understanding.
'That's so f*cking.’
Ho Gong is looking at him with the eyes they used to look at Mahkyo. As if to see Asura climbing up from hell.
But it doesn't matter.
Of course, Chung-Myung knows that he is not necessarily right.
It is not necessary to know what war is. There is no need to understand how to fight like a beast like Chung-Myung.
But being strong is not good.
True strength does not come from how to wield a sword.
If Chung-Myung had seen such Ho Gong not too long ago, he wouldn't have thought it was wrong even though he would have kicked his tongue.
If you didn't know that Mahkyo was still showing his teeth toward the midfield. And if you didn't know that Heavenly Demon was alive somewhere in the world.
"I think I look like a demon."
“…….”
"The real devil hasn't even come yet.”
"…what do you mean?"
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"We had to suffer without knowing anything. But at least now I know someone...…there's one.”
Ho Gong's eyes were stained with suspicion at an incomprehensible remark.
"So you're lucky."
Taking a glance at the Hwasan disciples, Chung-Myung soon turned to the shaman's disciples beyond Ho Gong.
The tip of Chung-Myung's sword scratched the floor.
I'm going to go!
The sound flinched those who were watching in awe-inspiring.
"I have someone to tell me this time!"
Whoosh!
Park Chan-chung-Myung flooded Ho Gong on the floor.
"LOL!"
Ho Gong bit his teeth hard. I don't understand what the monster in front of me is saying, but in the end, what he has to do is set.
"If you don't want to stop me, I'll lose."’
This became a war, and Ho Gong had no choice but to admit that there was no chance of winning in a mud fight where each other showed their teeth and scratched each other's murder.
I don't know why, but he is good at dog fights as if he has experienced 1,000 or 10,000 battles.
If you step into that area, defeat is fixed.
If he wanted to win, he had to bring his opponent into his familiar territory.
Already, Chung-Myung's age and distribution were not in his head. He should be different from what he has ever been, since he faced an inexplicable existence that he had never met before.
Bang!
Ho Gong's foot hit the floor.
Not front, but back.
It has never happened in his life to step down in front of an enemy. And it is almost the first time that a shaman has taken a runaway method aimed at simply escaping from the opponent's attack, rather than a watery one.Now is not the time to tell right from wrong.
He had to risk everything to escape his opponent's sword and to spread it out.
The road disappears at the end of the sword.
The gap collapses at the tip of your toes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As he stepped back, a massive sword exploded at the end of his sword. It's as if the seas that are crazy about the typhoon are pushing the strong waves to the shore and pushing them back.
Whoosh!
At the same time, his superiority squirted white tension like snow. The scene, which was a mixture of blue swords and white tension, was so magnificent and violent that it reminded me of a huge tidal wave.
But Ho Gong had to see.
More than three sheets of sword have soared and are exposed through the tidal wave.
Whoosh! Whoops!
The tidal wave splits in half and the world divides in half. Chung-Myung, who grabbed the sword with a reciprocal force, burst out into the space that was ground by dancheon's sword.
Whoops!
Instinctively raised sword blocked Chung-Myung's sword right under his nose.
"Ugh!"
Although his left hand flew a ten-layer toward Chung-Myung's side, Chung-Myung lightly neutralized his attack by pushing his sword down and lifting his body up.
In time.
Whoo! Whoo!
Red flowers rose countless times above Ho Gong's head.
flower
Ho Gong swung his sword like a seizure, looking at the flowers in full bloom as if they were going to cover the sky.
One.
'Ee...'
There is no water that can rise endlessly into the sky.
Even Ho Gong didn't really know about this. He failed to exert his power at the moment when he reversed his black lead.
'This, this, this....’
Red petals danced between the swords of Ho Gong, who died.
Jumped, dug, shook like a joke.
Crunch!
I cut myself on the shoulder and spilled blood.
Crunch! Crunch!
The flesh of the thigh was cracked and black on the side.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Whoo! Whoo! Whoosh!
Dozens and hundreds of petals fell in unison, mercilessly sweeping the fragile human body.
Ho Gong sprays blood and falls off with a cracking noise.
Crash!
Ho Gong, stuck on the floor, stared blankly at the sky in front of him. One side of the sky was turning red.
He didn't immediately understand what he was in. Why are you suddenly lying down and looking at the sky?
Did I fall down? Why the hell?'
I even felt like I had lost my memory for a moment. It was a terrible pain in the left eye that removed the strange sensation of the body floating in Ho Gong.
"Gasp……."
Only then did it occur to me that Chung-Myung's elbow had hit the eyelid.
Throbbing! Throbbing!
'Eyes....'
I don't know if all the veins have burst, but there is little visibility. I could see roughly without checking the wound. Perhaps the eyelids swelled and could hardly open their eyes.
However, no matter how severe the eye injury and the pain were, it was nothing compared to the mental pain he is feeling now.
A big pile.
Ho Gong's fingernails scratched the floor of the arena.
He somehow whipped up the body, which was unable to move, as if all the cartilage had been worn out.
'From the beginning...'
The goosebumps all over my body couldn't calm down.
The sword seemed to have suddenly increased. But that is absolutely impossible. It is impossible for a sword made of hard iron to stretch like a taffy.
There's only one possible case.
"……You cheated."
In the first place, an experienced examiner searches for an opponent during a battle. So, Chung-Myung's attack range and interval he thought were naturally measured and recognized during the confrontation.
The principle of Chung-Myung deceiving Ho Gong is very simple.
Bending the arm that stretches out in the first place, and adjusting the spacing of the sword. It is engraved on Ho Gong's head with such random spacing. To the extent that Ho Gong is sure that Chung-Myung's sword will reach this far without any doubt.
And change the interval for a moment. Very nonchalantly and naturally.
So from Ho Gong's point of view, it felt like a sudden increase in the number of swords.
It's a simple and trivial thing to think about it.
However, is it possible to conduct such a small task perfectly so that a Ho Gong-like inspection does not feel at odds with the real sword seeking his life?
No, let's say it's possible.
However, it is also strange to plant a false interval for the next attack against the first person. Even if you miss an inch, you'll tear your flesh, break your bones, and risk it in combat?
'Crazy...'
That is not an area of logic, but an area of madness.
This is a tactic that works the better the opponent's skills and the faster the opponent identifies Chung-Myung's sword.
What kind of tactics can you use because you believe in others? What nonsense is there?
"Cough!"
My body shook.
Sickening came out of the stomach.
It unfolded vividly before my eyes. Chung-Myung's sword, which was softened by Ho Gong's strength.
It was a shaman's sword's organ.
"You...."
As he raised his body holding a sword, Chung-Myung, who was staring this way, entered the field of view.They are frighteningly cold, emotionless eyes. If it wasn't for the blood around his mouth, he would have been mistaken for a painting, not a living person.….
"Don't be funny! Son of a b*tc*!
The growling Ho Gong's voice was filled with hatred and anger.
"How dare you attack me with a pack of shamans?”
This is beyond disgrace.
Isn't it like a deacon being punched by a prosecutor, or a man who has used a spear all his life is beaten with a spear by a man who first caught it today?
"This……."
It was the most unbearable humiliation for him to be subjected to a shaman's sword by Hawsan's prosecutor.
"On purpose...!"
The teeth that have been bitten to the fullest extent end up cracking.
Ho Gong's eyes were now as if he was looking beyond venom at the enemy of the enemy. But Chung-Myung, who received the gaze, was still cold.
That buck.
Chung-Myung, who stopped walking, looked straight at Ho Gong and opened his mouth.
"You seem to be mistaken."
“…….”
"It doesn't mean much to me when I hit you in the face.”
"…shut up!"
Ho Gong shouted seetically. Chung-Myung shook his head expressionless.
"What a fool."
A cold voice penetrated Ho Gong's ear.
"It's not a bimu from the moment you spit your life out at me. If it was a bimu, I'd just fit in moderately. The way you think.”
“…….”
"But it's not a bimu. It's real. There's nothing for you and nothing for me. It just matters if someone is standing at the end."
Ho Gong's eyes trembled as he looked at Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung asked quietly.
"Is it hard to understand the word 'act'?”
“…….”
"Listen, boy. From the moment you pull a knife to hurt or kill...…it's a war."
“…….”
"I don't care about weapons in war. He takes the opponent's sword, cuts his neck, covers the body, disguises himself as dead, and stabs it in the groin of a passing enemy."
There was a clear laugh on Chung-Myung's face.
"Are you going to complain about why you're taking my sword and wielding it in the war.
“…….”
"Stop it, you idiots."
Ho Gong shuddered.
I do anything to win.
Ho Gong has also been heard countless times. He didn't even think he should distinguish between what to do and what not to do because he is a prestigious shaman.
It's just...
He had no idea what that 'do anything' meant.
In the midst of the sword coming and going, he desperately deceives the opponent, and eventually puts a knife into the opponent's body by using all the methods he can use.
Isn't it more of a struggle than a war?
Ho Gong's sword tips began to tremble again. Then Chung-Myung's eyes sink as he looks at the trembling sword tip.
'It's hard for words to understand.’
Forcing someone who has never experienced to act like they have experienced is a form of violence.
Ho Gong will understand with his head. I'm sure you've heard it a lot. Shudang also experienced war. A shaman, called the prestigious, must have passed on to future generations what he had experienced in that terrible war in the past.
But this is not something that can be understood by the brain.
I can't understand.Imagine a normal person opening his eyes and suddenly being thrown into the middle of a battlefield.
Suppose a person who understood the word murder as a mere notion experienced a mess in which a person's neck suddenly flew off in front of him or her and hot blood poured into his or her whole body.
Will I be able to understand all that and adapt to the situation?
It can never be possible.
What is too obvious for Chung-Myung is not for Ho Gong. It is impossible to understand Chung-Myung, even the shaman's elder and the warrior who should understand the boundaries of life and death.
Now Ho Gong's eyes on Chung-Myung are not much different from those of Hwasan's death penalty when he first encountered Mahkyo in the past. Chung-Myung was well aware of the fear of seeing beyond the realm of understanding.
'That's so f*cking.’
Ho Gong is looking at him with the eyes they used to look at Mahkyo. As if to see Asura climbing up from hell.
But it doesn't matter.
Of course, Chung-Myung knows that he is not necessarily right.
It is not necessary to know what war is. There is no need to understand how to fight like a beast like Chung-Myung.
But being strong is not good.
True strength does not come from how to wield a sword.
If Chung-Myung had seen such Ho Gong not too long ago, he wouldn't have thought it was wrong even though he would have kicked his tongue.
If you didn't know that Mahkyo was still showing his teeth toward the midfield. And if you didn't know that Heavenly Demon was alive somewhere in the world.
"I think I look like a demon."
“…….”
"The real devil hasn't even come yet.”
"…what do you mean?"
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"We had to suffer without knowing anything. But at least now I know someone...…there's one.”
Ho Gong's eyes were stained with suspicion at an incomprehensible remark.
"So you're lucky."
Taking a glance at the Hwasan disciples, Chung-Myung soon turned to the shaman's disciples beyond Ho Gong.
The tip of Chung-Myung's sword scratched the floor.
I'm going to go!
The sound flinched those who were watching in awe-inspiring.
"I have someone to tell me this time!"
Whoosh!
Park Chan-chung-Myung flooded Ho Gong on the floor.
"LOL!"
Ho Gong bit his teeth hard. I don't understand what the monster in front of me is saying, but in the end, what he has to do is set.
"If you don't want to stop me, I'll lose."’
This became a war, and Ho Gong had no choice but to admit that there was no chance of winning in a mud fight where each other showed their teeth and scratched each other's murder.
I don't know why, but he is good at dog fights as if he has experienced 1,000 or 10,000 battles.
If you step into that area, defeat is fixed.
If he wanted to win, he had to bring his opponent into his familiar territory.
Already, Chung-Myung's age and distribution were not in his head. He should be different from what he has ever been, since he faced an inexplicable existence that he had never met before.
Bang!
Ho Gong's foot hit the floor.
Not front, but back.
It has never happened in his life to step down in front of an enemy. And it is almost the first time that a shaman has taken a runaway method aimed at simply escaping from the opponent's attack, rather than a watery one.Now is not the time to tell right from wrong.
He had to risk everything to escape his opponent's sword and to spread it out.
The road disappears at the end of the sword.
The gap collapses at the tip of your toes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
As he stepped back, a massive sword exploded at the end of his sword. It's as if the seas that are crazy about the typhoon are pushing the strong waves to the shore and pushing them back.
Whoosh!
At the same time, his superiority squirted white tension like snow. The scene, which was a mixture of blue swords and white tension, was so magnificent and violent that it reminded me of a huge tidal wave.
But Ho Gong had to see.
More than three sheets of sword have soared and are exposed through the tidal wave.
Whoosh! Whoops!
The tidal wave splits in half and the world divides in half. Chung-Myung, who grabbed the sword with a reciprocal force, burst out into the space that was ground by dancheon's sword.
Whoops!
Instinctively raised sword blocked Chung-Myung's sword right under his nose.
"Ugh!"
Although his left hand flew a ten-layer toward Chung-Myung's side, Chung-Myung lightly neutralized his attack by pushing his sword down and lifting his body up.
In time.
Whoo! Whoo!
Red flowers rose countless times above Ho Gong's head.
flower
Ho Gong swung his sword like a seizure, looking at the flowers in full bloom as if they were going to cover the sky.
One.
'Ee...'
There is no water that can rise endlessly into the sky.
Even Ho Gong didn't really know about this. He failed to exert his power at the moment when he reversed his black lead.
'This, this, this....’
Red petals danced between the swords of Ho Gong, who died.
Jumped, dug, shook like a joke.
Crunch!
I cut myself on the shoulder and spilled blood.
Crunch! Crunch!
The flesh of the thigh was cracked and black on the side.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Whoo! Whoo! Whoosh!
Dozens and hundreds of petals fell in unison, mercilessly sweeping the fragile human body.
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