"Death, death penalty!"
"For God's sake!"
A scream came out of the mouths of the Hwasan disciples.
The stage is strewn with blood.
Jo-Gol, Yoon-Jong, and even Yoo-Esul jumped up from their seats and opened their eyes wide.
Chung-Myung was the only one sitting there.
He looked at the rain stage with his cold, subduck eyes.
The prosecution has the right use.
If you can beat your opponent with a stronger herbivore, you don't have to do anything.
What a perfect time to use appropriate herbivores is a measure of skill.
Now Baek Cheon made a mistake there.
Plum Blossom is the most colorful sword.
But it takes distance and time to smoke the plum blossoms. If you try to make a colorful change against the sword that flies every minute, your neck will run away even before you drop it.
"I'm sure you know."
Chung-Myung gritted his teeth a little.
There's no way Baek Cheon doesn't know about this. The theory of the sword has been explained and explained countless times. There is no way that Baek Cheon, who can be objectively said to have failed to understand it.
One excitement blinds one's eyes. It makes you forget what you know and make a different judgment than usual.
If it wasn't for Jin Geum Ryong, if it wasn't for Jin Geum Ryong, if it wasn't for a disciple with a similar skill, Baek Cheon would never have made such a mistake.
Only because Jin Geum Ryong was able to excite Baek Cheon and break his mind.
Chung-Myung's jaw is tense. The sunken gaze was still fixed on the stage.
Then Jo-Gol habitually called Chung-Myung's name.
"Don't make a fuss!"
But Chung-Myung was a man of his own.
"Although Sa-suk is usually so stupid and self-respecting that he makes a fool of himself, and makes unnecessary trouble or mischief!"
"…rather swear, man."
"But if it's a test, you should be able to handle that kind of wound."
His eyes were unusually cold and heavy.
"If you can lift a sword, you don't lose. That idiot knows that."
At that, Jo-Gol turned his head, swallowing dry saliva. Baek Cheon caught my eye, clutching his bloody wrist.
Jo-Gol watched Baek Cheon with blood drying.
a hot-tempered body
I feel a terrible pain in my wrist.
Baek Cheon stopped bleeding, pressing the wound with his unharmed hand.
Were you off guard?
No, I'm not being careless.
It's more arrogant than careless. Yeah, that was arrogant.
I knew you were strong.'
I'm a strong man because all my targets don't work. When dealing with such a person, he or she should worry about his or her worries every time he or she moves a sword.
But I was drunk on myself for a moment and forgot about my worries. The wound on this wrist is the price of arrogance.
When Baek Cheon removed his bleeding hand, the cut was revealed to the extent that his bones were almost exposed.
Looking at the wound, Jin Geum Ryong quietly opened his mouth.
"Hwasan's flowers were beautiful."
a calm voice
Jin Geum Ryong's voice was not high and low, as if it were only natural for him to be injured.
"But it's no use cutting off branches before they bloom. Just like you are now."
Baek Cheon gently bit his lower lip.
Jin Geum Ryong's words were stabbing him so painfully. In addition, Jin Geum Ryong said coldly."Didn't you say that? It's arrogant."
"I guess you thought you were around that time after hanging out with Chung-Myung, but this is what we use for this. You are nothing without the protection of the Hwasan Divine Dragon. Yeah, it's literally nothing."
The horse pokes into the heart.
Whether it was because of the wound or because of that horse, my heart began to beat freely. My face heats up and my back gets wet with cold sweat.
Baek Cheon tried to squeeze his hand with the sword.
Despite the terrible pain, fortunately, my hands moved. Myocardial vein didn't seem to be hurt.
At this rate, there is no big problem in spreading the sword.
'You can still do it.'
Jin Geum Ryong squints his eyes when he sees fighting spirit in his eyes again.
"Are you going to do more?"
"Nothing is different. Don't you know?"
Baek Cheon said growling, showing his teeth.
"But I know what's unseemly. If I step back from here, I'm just a stupid piece of junk."
Jin Geum Ryong smiled white.
"You seem to understand the subject. That's a relief. I thought you forgot the topic."
His cold cynicism penetrates Baek Cheon's ear.
"Then come at me. Trash."
Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and looked at Jin Geum Ryong.
'You can still do it.'
I didn't lose. Not yet... Not yet.
At least if you try your best, you can admit defeat. If he loses without doing anything like this, he will never surpass Jin Geum Ryong for the rest of his life.
So now you just have to do your best.
When I grabbed the sword as if it was going to break, a hell of a pain came up from my wrist.
Is it because I'm bleeding too much? I feel like my eyes are blurred. The clear world is gradually clouded.
You have to concentrate. Enough to forget the pain of the wound.
Are you sure you can win?
My heart starts pounding.
Even in normal condition, he did not overwhelm Jin Geum Ryong. No, to put it bluntly, it's a backlogged.
But can I win against that Jin Geum Ryong with a wrist injury?
God d*mn it.
Suddenly Jin Geum Ryong looked so big.
Jin Geum Ryong, looking down with an arrogant face, is beginning to overlap with that of the past.
He's always had that face.'
- You can't beat me.
And I've always heard that.
Whenever I challenged, the result was always was the same. I always rushed to win, but I was always equally defeated.
And this time?
'Losing again... '….'
He talked like a pig, but he knows that his chances of winning are slim. A competition is not something that can be done simply by motivation.
It's too hard to deal with Jin Geum Ryong with injuries.
So what the hell...….
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You idiot! Argh! Argh!
Baek Cheon turned his head in surprise.
Chung-Myung sprang up from his seat and his eyes were twinkling eyes.
He growled showing his teeth and screamed.
"How dare you bow your head! I'm going to break your head!"
"And then you're Hwasan's great student!"
Then, as if not enough, Chung-Myung began to rush onto the stage, foaming at the mouth of his hand.Then Yoon-Jong and Jo-Gol, who were waiting right next to them, rushed in without delay and stretched their arms and legs.
As if to suppress the disobedient, Yun-Jong shouted to the other disciples behind him with a contemplative face.
"Come on! Come on!"
Hwasan's disciples rushed to Chung-Myung without looking back.
"Chung-Myung아! You have a lot of eyes! That's your home!"
"Cover your mouth! First your mouth!"
All at once, they rush in and press Chung-Myung. Climbing up Chung-Myung almost like a small mountain, Chung-Myung shouted, still flipping his eyes underneath it.
"How dare you look so despondent! Even if your head is broken, your head is stiff! That's Hwasan! You son of a b*tc*!"
The audience all looked at Chung-Myung with absurd faces.
Even Jin Geum Ryong, who stood on the stage, looked embarrassed.
Only Baek Cheon laughed in vain at Chung-Myung's words.
"You d*mn bastard."
Soon his waist straightened out.
Chung-Myung is right.
Winning and losing doesn't matter. If he truly feels Jin Geum Ryong as a wall, he shouldn't despair before him.
"What did you learn?"
"Don't forget what you learned!"
Peace is beginning to return to Baek Cheon's face.
What did I learn?'
He rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"That's how you win."
Baek Cheon, who ripped off his clothes, tied his hand to the sword handle. With his hands tightly tied to the point of no blood, he raised his sword and pointed Jin Geum Ryong straight.
My face is relaxed again.
When Chung-Myung saw it, his eyes shone.
Hwasan's disciples, who were pushing him down, bounce off in all directions. Chung-Myung, who sprang up, smiled and said.
"Yes, I prefer a little unlucky in private life."
It's a hundred times better than being scared!
Jo-Gol, who approached again, opens his mouth with a worried face.
"There's nothing to worry about."
Chung-Myung did not look back and firmly stopped talking.
"Sasook is stronger than you think."
There was a firm conviction in his voice.
My heart sinks slowly.
'That was stupid.'
Of course that's also a mistake.
But a bigger mistake than that is that he has forgotten Hwasan's teachings.
How do you keep your cool in a bloody, flesh-splitting battlefield? It's just a bunch of clueless shit. Everyone gets excited. The important thing is not to lose your sword in the excitement.
Throughout the training, I was told to my ears. Sometimes I want to get rid of Chung-Myung, who chases me around and nags me.
But those terrible nags are opening the way for him now.
The teachings of Hwasan.
That f*cking nag.
Who's using a sword with their hands? Who? Can a guy with no hairpin on the floor use a sword? Are you going to fly around Ho Gong and do a knife dance? It's just a black stab that the legs won't hold! It starts with every black foot! Rootless plum blossoms can't bloom!
Start with feet. And lower body.
All black begins on the lower body. I forgot even the basics.Don't chase the glamour! If I am possessed by the splendor of my sword, I will eventually be swayed by it. Whasan's foundation is not plum testing! It's a meat sword! Dongjungjeong! The basis of the Hwasan sword is homogeneous. If you can't keep your mind calm in the flamboyant movements, no matter how fancy plum blossoms you smoke, it's just clowning!
'Yes, I forgot that, too.'
Baek Cheon smirked.
Even though I forgot everything I learned, I hoped for victory. Where is this stupid thing to do?
Jin Geum Ryong squinted at Baek Cheon, smirking.
"Oh……. You must have misunderstood me. There's nothing to worry about. I'm not laughing at you. He was just laughing at me."
"You must have lost your mind."
Baek Cheon shook off the sword once.
And looked at Jin Geum Ryong with an unshakable gaze.
"I forgot for a moment. All I have to prove is that I'm not stronger than my brother."
"What I had to prove was Hwasan's sword. Come on, Jongnam's sword will prove it's not up to Hwasan's."
"With that wounded hand?"
Baek Cheon smiles, showing his teeth.
"It'll prove a little more obvious."
A laugh came out of Jin Geum Ryong's mouth.
"Nothing is so ugly as a bluff that your skills don't follow."
"I agree, so……."
Baek Cheon lifted his chin slightly. And said with a smile.
"Stop bluffing and come at me."
At the same time, Jin Geum Ryong's cold life lay over his eyes.
His body rushes toward Baek Cheon with no speed.
A sword that flew like a ray of light bounced off Baek Cheon's neck.
Jin Geum Ryong was momentarily embarrassed.
It's not surprising that Baek Cheon blocked his sword. Unlike before, Baek Cheon's movement to bounce his sword was so natural.
"What is it?"
Something's definitely changed.
Jin Geum Ryong clenched his teeth and swung the sword again. In an instant, dozens of participations poured out on Baek Cheon.
A monstrous sword that can't be chased by the eye to any degree.
But Baek Cheon hit all the raids with his sinking eyes.
The sound of a sword hitting rapidly resonates.
Keep your head cold.'
Make your chest colder.
The lower body firmly pushes the earth and the waist straightens to support the body.
Those who cannot make their own center cannot even make their swords stand.
"Think of it."
The teachings that Hwasan gave him are completely melted into his body. There is no reason to lose if you can follow the teachings without forgetting them.
As he chases the charges, his gaze goes beyond Jin Geum Ryong to Hwasan's disciples.
'Don't look at me like that.'
You admire me? You believe me?
I've only lost so far.
I've never crossed Jin Geum Ryong, and I've never led you properly.
I lost again and again.
What are you looking at with such a envious eye?'
Baek Cheon bites his teeth.
Baek Cheon's eyes, which pushed the flying battle with the power of processing it, are bright.Without missing the gap created by perfect defense, his sword shifts from defense to offensive.
Jin Geum Ryong unwittingly backed away, startled by Baek Cheon's deluge toward his neck.
Baek Cheon is rough and rough.
There are people who believe in me.
There are stupid people who believe that they will win this time even if they lose and lose again and again.
"I can't lose to you!"
Baek Cheon's sword shines in the glare of the sun. The light was soon scattered throughout Jin Geum Ryong's body.
Chung-Myung looks at it and speaks in an uncharacteristically low voice.
"Keep an eye on it."
"I'm going to bloom now."
Stacked and piled up.
The dried-up flower that endured and endured for a long time.
It was not until spring began.