Namgung Dowi is convulsed.
The weak-hearted Chung-Myung could not bear to turn a blind eye to the scene and tapped Namggung Dowi's butt.
Of course, it is not important that you are the one who created this scene.
"Are you all right?"
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue.
"I know. Why are you being so arrogant? Oh, of course you're a genius. He's a genius."
But what about it?
A smirk came out of Chung-Myung's lips.
"You son of a b*tc*. If I gather all the geniuses I've seen so far and line them up, I can send three guys to buy a party even if I put the Shaolin fence around two times. Genius? That's not a big deal. Shake your mouth.
The sword of Chung-Myung tapping Namung Dowi's butt is getting harder.
"It's not a big deal, but I'm being arrogant and ignoring my kids...…. No, no. Jin Geum Ryong and Isong Baek are not our kids. Are you ignoring them anyway? Does it look easy for my colleague to be beaten around? You can't even breathe when your colleague hits you. Come on!"
Baek Cheon, who heard Chung-Myung under the stage, smiled pleased.
I've never been beaten, you son of a b*tc*!'
And don't call me co-worker! Everyone's listening, you son of a b*tc*!
"Hey, did you hear that? She's thinking about him."
"Yes, boarding house."
"Close your mouth. It can go to hell."
Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung, soothing his bubbling stomach.
"But I'm feeling a little better.'
You praised Namgung Dowi for being a genius. From the perspective of Chung-Myung, being a genius is not a big compliment.
Or it was to provoke Baek Cheon.
'The more I see him, the more I don't know.'
I feel like I'm being swayed by Chung-Myung here and there, but...….
Anyway, seeing Namggung Dowi whining on the floor wasn't bad at all, it was Baek Cheon.
"Turn it off……."
Namggung Dowi staggered out of his seat.
And he stared at Chung-Myung with bloodshot eyes.
"This…… this…… Son of a b*tc*!"
Eventually, harsh words came out.
I can stand being beaten down.
When you compete, you have to allow the opponent's sword, and if you're a prosecutor, you have to accept it. I was confident that I wouldn't resent even if my arms and legs were cut off and my throat was cut off.
But I can't forgive him for grabbing and rolling in the groin in front of so many people.
Rumors cannot be prevented from spreading unless all the memories of those who watched the scene are erased.
This will be an unforgettable disgrace to him, who will become a household member of the Southern Palace.
Thinking that far, it felt like aging was soaring and coming out of my head.
"I'll kill you!"
When Namggung Dowi couldn't contain his boiling anger, Chung-Myung giggled.
"You... you son of a b*tc*!"
Chung-Myung grinned and lifted the sword.
"So you're not making fun of a snout."
"Talent or not, that's when you've been polished and polished. You can't beat Geumryong, let alone Sasook. What's the big deal about that kind of stuff?
Chung-Myung nodded his sword."Come on. I'll put your shoulders down nicely."
Namggung Dowi rushed at Chung-Myung with bloodshot eyes. No, I tried to jump in.
But Chung-Myung stopped him, shaking the sword from side to side.
"Oh, wait, wait."
"Well, calm down a little bit, huh? Don't make excuses for losing in excitement after being beaten like a dog later."
After grinding his teeth, Namggung Dowi soon took a deep breath. My forehead is steaming, but there is nothing wrong with Chung-Myung's words. Isn't it the most taboo for a prosecutor to rush into an enemy with excitement?
Namgung Dowi, who controlled his mind with deep breathing, soon stretched his sword in a stable position.
"…You'll regret giving me time to get my cool back. I'll take you down to the ground!"
Chung-Myung just smirked at the deadly threat.
"Usually, people come to their senses when they break their heads, but you shouldn't do that. Come to think of it, that's how your family used to be."
It was... Who was it?
Oh, yeah. King Sword Namgoong Cheonmyeong.
That's just what he was like. He's arrogant, putting people under his feet.
"It'd be unfair if I'd been beaten for generations."
"No, I'm not talking to you."
I'm talking to a thousand Namgoong people who won't die anymore.
As Chung-Myung shook his hand, Nam-Dowi pointed a sword at Chung-Myung with flesh in his eyes.
"Pull out the sword."
"Where's the commanding tone? I'm going to pull out everything."
Chung-Myung shook the sword for the first time.
"Let him pick one."
Namggung Dowi decided not to talk to Chung-Myung anymore. He realized that mixing words with that son of a b*tc* didn't do him any good.
"I'll show you what the Sword of the Southern Palace is!"
Namgung Dowi's sword begins to emit a massive sword. The white-glowing black quickly swelled as if it had swallowed a sword.
With his sword hanging down, he took a step forward.
At the same time, tremendous momentum began to pressure Chung-Myung.
A sense of astonishment flowed from the mouths of the long writers who were watching the steaming on the podium.
"The Sword of the King!"
"You're saying you've already learned C-word?"
These are the representative black iron swordsmanship and Changgung Muaegeombeop.
However, if Namgungse discusses the best swordsmanship, this is the Cesarean sword.
The reason why the strongest sword did not become the representative sword of Namgung Sega is that it is only passed on to the direct line of Namgung Sega.
It's very difficult and requires a lot of history.
The king's sword, which cannot even be introduced until the Iron Sword Transplantation and Changgung Muaegeom Act are successful, is now in Namgung Dowi's hands.
His body exudes a formidable aura.
Cesarean is literally the sword of the king.
It is a sword that subdues its opponent with the force and pressure it emits. If the drama reaches its peak, it is known that it can rise to the stage of a righteous murder, which takes people's lives only by force.
Proving that the rumor is not an exaggeration, the momentum of Namgung Dowi was tremendous.
The audience, who were watching, was forced to step back, and even Hawsan's disciples had to cheer up to fight back.
Namggung Dowi has taken another step. The full-blown spirit weighed down Chung-Myung's whole body.
Under pressure from pressing his body, Chung-Myung sighed deeply."No, kids these days!"
Then he grabbed the sword and strode toward Namgung Dowi.
Namggung Dowi opened his eyes in astonishment.
You're going to take this momentum all over the place? Like it's nothing?
Namggung Dowi clenched his teeth and took another step forward. His energy also grew stronger. However, Chung-Myung only approached him with an air of indifference.
"I'll dedicate you to...I will teach you on behalf of one of your ancestors anyway, so take it sweetly."
"Basic! You son of a b*tc*! Basic!"
Chung-Myung's sword was struck black and white.
Namgung Dowi lifted the sword with a sneer.
'The stupid guy did the same thing again! I won't let you down this time!'
But contrary to Namgung Dowi's opinion, Chung-Myung's sword honestly just hit his sword.
And what happened at the moment the two swords hit each other was a little different from Namggung Dowi's expectation.
Two sounds rang out at the same time.
Namggung Dowi looked at Chung-Myung's sword facing his sword and turned his eyes slightly to look at his wrist.
My wrist was drooping and weak.
What's wrong with that?'
That's not supposed to be like that.
It doesn't make sense if that breaks just because you got it once. That's...
"These days, kids!"
Chung-Myung began to pound the sword mercilessly.
"Where did you come from?"
One more time.
"It wasn't like that back in my day! In my day!"
"Anyone who makes less underbody is a C-Sword!"
Namggung Dowi ended up groaning and reeling.
The broken wrist could not properly stop Chung-Myung's sword. Thanks to this, Chung-Myung's sword has already hit him on the shoulder four times.
"Don't you relax your shoulders? You want me to pull it out?"
Chung-Myung glares in his eyes.
At that moment, they heard loud voices.
"What the hell are you doing?"
Namgung Wang, who was on the stage, couldn't hold back and stood up and shouted.
Namggung Dowi opened his eyes wide upon hearing the rant. And quickly began to grab the sword with both hands and swing it.
A massive sword wraps around his sword. At the same time, it's going to be...….
Oh, my god!
Namgung Dowi turned his head blankly. This time, he looked at Chung-Myung's sword stuck in his ankle.
"He's talking, and he's swinging a knife?"
It's on the stage.
If you don't swing your sword here, where the hell are you...….
"These days, they're not very basic. Basic!"
Chung-Myung took a step back and grabbed the sword tightly.
"I won't understand if you say it in your head anyway. You just have to get beaten up with your body. Then I understand!"
Baek Cheon, who was below, closed his eyes as he watched the scene.
I felt a sense of deja vu. He certainly seemed to have heard that in the past as well…….
What after hearing that?
Chung-Myung rushed towards Namung Dowi.
Namgung Dowi swung the sword reflexively, but the C-Sword, which failed to pressure the opponent with momentum, was only a half-sword that was less than an iron sword transplant.
Chung-Myung's sword hits Namggung Dowi's thigh."Giggles!"
A groan of pain came out of Namgung Dowi's mouth.
"Lower body! Lower body! Lower body!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"You son of a b*tc*! You hit him four times, but you can't stop him once? Did you leave your head at Anhui?"
The pouring pain and barbs drove Namggung Dowi back frantically.
'Well, what speed...….'
I can't even see a sword. How am I supposed to stop this?
"How dare this back down? Who's sending it to you?"
Chung-Myung growls and pushes Namggung Dowi. And he beat me mercilessly.
"Side! Shoulder! Ankle! Why is it so empty?" Back to the wrist!
Namggung Dowi, who allowed the sword to his sides and shoulders, quickly tried to avoid the back. But Chung-Myung's sword quickly and accurately struck him on the wrist when he stepped down.
Namgung Dowi's spearhead turned and rose to Ho Gong.
At the same time, Namgung Dowi's body was exposed to Chung-Myung defenselessly.
All of Hwasan's disciples stood up at the same time. What's going to happen is starting to unfold in their minds.
Baek Cheon groaned open his mouth.
A cheerful shout penetrated their ears.
"Head! Head! Head! Head! Head! Head!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five rounds of Chung-Myung's censorship poured down on Namggung Dowi's head. Namggung Dowi's eyes, which were flinching under the attack, lost focus.
Another blow to Namggung Dowi's head, which is so unconscious, fell.
"It's standard to say this five times and hit it six times."
Not understanding Chung-Myung's last words, Namggung Dowi came to consciousness with deep questions.
Chung-Myung, who was looking at Namgung Dowi who fell on the floor, kicked his tongue and said, "It's too bad."
"Oh, I was supposed to put you down!"
I need to get rid of this head obsession.