A cold stare pushes down Isong Baek.
The moment he met the eyes, Isong Baek was thrilled by a sensation he had never felt in his entire life.
The sense that a sharp, drawn dagger touches the heart.
'What the hell...'
I thought I knew enough.
What kind of person are you dealing with?
However, the moment I saw the current blow and those cool eyes, Isong Baek's thoughts were completely distorted.
Maybe I didn't know this guy at all?'
Chung-Myung pressed down the sword and Isong Baek's back twisted and screamed.
"What are you after?"
A cold voice reached Isong Baek.
"It's so easy to talk with your mouth. But practicing it is another matter. What are you going to do?"
Chung-Myung's wrist slightly moves and pushes the sword that touches it strongly. Isong Baek bounced back like a crotch in a storm.
Stuck on the floor, he soon clenched his teeth and pulled himself up.
My body began to tremble like an aspen.
As soon as I raise my head, I can see Chung-Myung walking with his sword slanted.
Isong Baek bit his lips unknowingly.
'Is there anyone else in the world who looks so good in that?'
Chung-Myung opened his mouth with subdued eyes.
"I swing my sword 10,000 times a day. It's not that difficult."
a slow walk
"But the world is not the same every day. Sometimes there's a storm, sometimes there's heavy snow, and sometimes there's a guy like me. So can you keep swinging the sword after that day?"
Isong Baek points a sword at Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung's sword was once again struck hard.
Holding up the sword, Isong Baek's lips, which prevented Chung-Myung from hitting, came out with a suppressed groan.
"There's nothing I can't do."
Chung-Myung's sword falls back toward Isong Baek. The sword bends as if to break and the bone screams.
The grip of the sword is torn apart and blood flows, and the lips are cracked, leaving a fishy taste of iron in the mouth. His bloodshot eyes were red as if they were bleeding.
Chung-Myung stared down at him like that.
An indifferent face.
An uncharacteristic expression seemed to freeze Isong Baek's soul.
At that time, Chung-Myung took off the sword he was facing and slipped back. Then he poked the sword at Isong Baek again.
Exact motion without unnecessities.
It was a sword screaming as if practicing.
But Isong Baek's appreciation of the sword was completely different.
Isong Baek twisted desperately.
Chung-Myung's sword narrowly grazes his neck. Even though it was a sword stabbed with a sword, the wind pressure alone tore the skin of the neck and splattered with red blood.
'How the hell?'
The last thing that Isong Baek saw was Chung-Myung stepping back and taking the upper hand. And the next thing I saw was a sword that came right in front of his neck.
There's no middle.
No, it's not!
Since it is a sword that is embodied in such a perfect movement, the series of steps that come through the sword feels as if it happened in an instant.Perfection
What he has to pursue.
How far is it?'
Isong Baek's body began to tremble.
It is not difficult to set a goal. And it's not that hard to try to crush your body towards that goal.
What's really difficult is to realize the distance to the distant goal and not be weighed down.
Isong Baek, who saw the goal he had to pursue with his own eyes, was stunned by the endless path.
Chung-Myung's sword penetrates with his momentarily empty side.
Isong Baek vomited blood with the same impact as breaking the entire rib. Then, like a stone thrown by a child, it was thrown into the unarmed floor and bounced off.
Poorly sprawled, he grabbed the unarmed floor. Stretched Seonzi blood flowed down from his nose and mouth.
However, Isong Baek raised his body.
"No matter how hard it is, you stand by the will."
Chung-Myung was choking coldly.
"If it was that easy, where in the world would a non-master be? Wake up. Prove it. That you deserve a perfect rhyme."
Isong Baek lifted the sword.
Knee wobbled and the hand holding the sword shook freely, but Isong Baek somehow managed to create the upper tide.
He screamed and rushed to Chung-Myung. His sword was heard for Chung-Myung's whole-body urea, creating ten screenings at the same time.
Unlike the shaky body, the bluish sword was as clear and clear as ever.
Chung-Myung responded one by one without disrupting his posture.
The foot on the floor did not move an inch, and there was no shaking in the straight waist. The only thing that moved was a loose shoulder and a sword that was stretched and recovered.
Boom, boom, boom boom!
Isong Baek's sword slips back.
Chung-Myung's sword swung mercilessly with open shoulders.
Isong Baek once again bled out and bounced off into Ho Gong.
At this point, the faces of the audience were also evident.
"Hey, don't you think you should stop him?"
"I can't... "I can't."
"Hey, it's already over. Why isn't the referee stopping you? She's gonna kill me!"
"How the hell did he get here?"
This is not a matter of how many numbers are different. This is no match in the first place. If Bimu means to compete against each other's level, the meaning has been tarnished since this confrontation.
"Again, it happens again."
"Isn't that crazy? Why the hell are you getting up?"
The audience all watched Isong Baek, who was lifting up.
His wrists are swollen and his hands and arms have lost their boundaries, and blood flowing from his mouth is turning his chest red.
Just looking neat and elegant, he looked like a half-dead man with messy hair.
There is no chance of winning by anyone's standards.
Nevertheless, Isong Baek rose up and took the upper hand again.
And at that moment.
Isong Baek's sword moved naturally like water and lowered Ho Gong diagonally.
Love, love, love and sorrow!
A bluish sword ejected from his sword passed right next to Chung-Myung and stuck in an unarmed corner.
The edge of the non-stage, made of solid blue stone, was neatly cut off with a sharp knife.Whoosh!
Isong Baek's sword, which had not lost its momentum even after cutting off the unarmed armament, dug right into the ground in front of the stands and left a deep scar.
The larger size of the stone, which rose to Ho Gong, plunged to the floor.
The audience was speechless at the same time.
There have been hundreds of secret dances here so far, but this has never happened.
Although many talented players who are confident of winning the championship have displayed their martial arts, it is certainly the first time that they have cut off the stage itself, not leaving scars on the unarmed.
Someone shut their mouth and shut it again.
They found out, too.
That Isong Baek is never weak.
No, maybe he's one of the strongest men on the Bimu list.
So what the hell is going on in front of you?
But despite the big commotion, Chung-Myung only stared at Isong Baek with his sinking eyes.
"I don't know anything like Jongnam's sword."
If I knew it, I'd be flirting with the watermelon.
Chung-Myung is not overconfident of himself. What can be done and what cannot is clearly distinguished.
No matter how hard Jong-nam put his heart and soul into it, he could not get Hwasan's soul. No matter how objective and cool Chung-Myung analyzes the world's 36 swords, he cannot even understand Jong-nam's soul contained in it.
It is entirely up to Isong Baek.
There's only one thing Chung-Myung can do.
To ask questions, to confirm.
Can you walk?'
Perhaps it is a thorny path more than Chung-Myung should walk.
Isong Baek the man who can walk that path, and…….
Chung-Myung's feet gently step on the maintenance.
Plum screening is not necessary now. The splendid kendo, the soul of Hwasan, is meaningless now.
He is now in a heap and only blocks Isong Baek.
Isong Baek's sword tightly blocks the struck Chung-Myung's sword.
It's not just a sword that's been at stake so far. A sword with a string of strength in its tenderness firmly blocked Chung-Myung.
But there's no chance of this.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
There was a series of water-flowing connections.
As soon as he recovers the sword he hit with his head, he pokes his back. As soon as it bounces off, it rotates gently to aim for the ankle.
The sword that was heading towards the ankle turned in a single direction and poked into the side again. He bounces off the sword and cuts his chest again.
After all, stabbing, blocking and wielding a sword.
The moment you perfectly continue to poke, block, and swing, you become a black brother, and you become a law.
That's the sword.
Sword that starts from simple has a certain form and soon becomes herbivorous.
It was as if it showed the development of the sword.
But the result was never simple.
A stormy connection falls towards Isong Baek. The sword's shadow, which swelled countless times, was about to literally cover Isong Baek's entire body.
In the pouring storm of swords, Isong Baek let himself go.
He stared at the sword flying at himself with hazy eyes.'What am I standing for?'
The body has already exceeded its limits. I couldn't even feel the sense in my side when I was beaten. It's hard to stand with a sword.
I know that you can't dream of such a thing like that.
But why are you standing here now? Will it be easier if you sink down?
But unlike the confusion in his head, he began to move regardless of his black will.
Thousands of times a day. No, tens of thousands of times.
They were defending the enemy's sword by moving themselves without the need for wind, rain, snow, and black will.
Sword that fills the world and pours.
One reason to be scared?
The world is made up of 36 defenses anyway. There is no sword to reach his body if it can block all of it.
Isong Baek's sword is shaken in the 36th position. Not fast, but not slow.
The sword, which was completely captured, began to fall neatly.
The world is so frightening and so rapid.
Therefore, those who want to move forward must protect themselves fully. His sword that blocks the sword. It is a sword that sticks to itself without shaking.
Three hundred and sixty-six swords.
The purification of Jongnam swordsmanship, which captured hundreds of years, was now unfolding in Isong Baek's hands.
All the people watching opened their mouths wide.
The continuous connection and the sword that is not embedded in the connection but keeps the center and blocks.
Baek Cheon clasped his fist tightly.
The scar on his wrist opened slightly and blood leaked out, but he didn't feel any pain now.
Is it an endless confrontation?'
That scene is as if it shows the history that Hwasan and Jongnam have fought to beat each other.
The fantasy-like battle has drawn the attention of the people gathered here.
However, the same scene did not last long.
The one who tries to pierce and the one who blocks.
The battle cannot last forever.
Chung-Myung's sword, which squeezed open Isong Baek's defense, began to pound Isong Baek's body.
Isong Baek couldn't scream once and bounced off with blood.
In tatters, he plummeted to the edge of the stage.
Each middleman bit his lips and looked at him.
It's a defeat.
It's a crushing defeat.
But who here dares to criticize and mock Isong Baek?
The fierce choreography is finally over. And ready to give a thunderous round of applause to Isong Baek, who lost.
But only one person.
Chung-Myungman did not lower the sword against Isong Baek, who fell to the ground.
Rumbling here and there spread like wildfire.
"Are you going to do more?"
"Isn't that too cruel? The unconscious...…."
It was then.
Isong Baek's fingers, which hung dead on the floor, had a small cramp. Then he shivers and pushes the floor down.
Everyone held their breath.
Isong Baek, who was standing up with his hands on the floor, fell to the floor weakly again. The broken arm couldn't support the body.
Some closed their eyes to the sad sight.'Well, stop it.'
'Please somebody stop me.'
But Isong Baek didn't stop.
He lifts himself up with his other unbroken arm on the floor, pulling his dangling legs. How many times do I stumble and stumble again.
Silence that seems to be heard even the sound of a needle falling falls on Shaolin.
The sound of blood dripping from Isong Baek's body resonates clearly.
Isong Baek, who managed to wake up, stared blankly at Chung-Myung with unfocused eyes.
Then, he grabs the sword with his broken hand, spreads his legs shoulder-width apart, and points the sword forward.
The beginning of the Wasan sword, the beginning of the Jongnam sword.
Everything goes round and round and back to the beginning.
It's like there's no consciousness already. But Isong Baek finally pulled himself up. His will to choose an endless path of asceticism as a prosecutor does not let him fall.
Chung-Myung looked at him like that and nodded.
And he opened his mouth with the utmost courtesy he could contain.
"Hwasan's disciple, Chung-Myung, asks Isong Baek of Jongnam to do the choreography."
The answer was not heard.
But it doesn't matter.
Chung-Myung hangs a sword. The sword facing the floor rotates in a perfect circle and heads to the sky.
Chung-Myung's sword, in the same posture as Isong Baek, soared high.
Now the best sword he can make falls towards Isong Baek's head.
(sighs) (sighs) (sighs) (sighs)
The air above the Demilitarized Zone became a typhoon and pushed out in all directions with a piercing sound.
Black stopped right in front of Isong Baek's forehead.
Chung-Myung recovered the sword and looked at Isong Baek in his waist.
Isong Baek's unconscious eyes were still staring at him.
Maybe you should walk a harder path than I do.'
Chung-Myung has captured Isong Baek. And he said.
Did you hear that even though you were unconscious?
Isong Baek's body begins to collapse.
Chung-Myung reached out and embraced and supported him.
"You were great."
His hand tapped Isong Baek on the back.
Jongnam's soul is still alive.