Chapter - 319 Episode 319. Sorim and Nabal. (4)



Dang-Soso jumped onto the stage like the wind.



"Accident!"



And Hye Yeon rushed in like she couldn't see and helped Yoo-Esul.



"Are you all right?"



"…It's okay."



Yoo-Esul nods with difficulty.



Although minor injuries are minor, they are not major injuries. However, if the confrontation lasted a little longer, it would have been difficult to maintain consciousness.



"Let me help you."



"…I beg you."



Dang-Soso stood up encouraging Yoo-Esul. Yoo-Esul struggled with her arms around her shoulders.



then



"…there."



Hye Yeon's trembling voice came from behind Yoo-Esul's back.



When Yoo-Esul looked back, Hye Yeon asked with a red reminder.



"Oh, how...…."



In fact, Hye Yeon didn't know exactly what she was asking while she was talking.



Do you want to ask me how I was able to wield my sword through free college ability?



Or do you want to ask how you could not give up while reducing the overwhelming difference?



Maybe it's both.



I know it's stupid, but he had to ask.



Because I can't understand.



There is a huge difference in skills between him and Yoo-Esul.



If you fight a hundred times, Hye Yeon will win all of them, and most of them will be able to win without getting hurt.



The first wound was a fluke, but the second was a wound that should never have been hurt.



But that Whasan test, Yoo-Esul, destroyed his common sense and left him scarred.



If Yoo-Esul had a little more power, that sword would have left him a big, deep scar.



"……how?"



Yoo-Esul stared silently at Hye Yeon. After a while, she opened her mouth with a pale complexion.



"Because I had to touch it."



"……."



"That's all."



Hye Yeon just stared blankly at her.



Yoo-Esul, who tried to go back down the stage without saying a word, looked back again to see if that wasn't enough.



"Aren't you the same?"



Hye Yeon's face hardened.



Yoo-Esul turned around with no further comment from Dang-Soso.



Disciples waiting for her under the stage surrounded her.



Are you all right?



"Accident!"



"The ankle! I saw earlier that you were injured!"



Yoo-Esul nodded with just a calm, expressionless face.



"It's okay."



Baek Cheon said with a stiff face.



Still, injuries should be treated on time. Go to the pharmacy. Soso, you take your accident with you."



"Yes! Sa-suk!"



Dang-Soso nodded furiously. Then Baek Cheon hesitated and opened his mouth.



"And…."



Then I coughed a little bit.



"……It was great."



A small smile bloomed around Yoo-Esul's mouth. Everyone nodded at her smile, which was not usually seen.



"I'll be back."



"Yeah."



Dang-Soso helped Yoo-Esul well and headed to the pharmacy. And just in case, Baek Sang followed suit.



'Well.'



Baek Cheon's eyes, looking at Yoo-Esul's backside, sank heavily.



'One more swing there.'



Could he have done it?



Well, I can't say for sure.



This is not a matter of nothing in the first place. This is a matter of will.



It is a question of whether he can not lose his will to win even when his whole body is crushed and his consciousness is blurred.



"Did you all see that?"



"Yes, boarding house.""Thank you."



Other students also nodded heavily as if they had felt something.



Hye Yeon's performance was overwhelming. If they had confronted him, they would have lost all motivation before they could fight.



But Yoo-Esul eventually penetrated the overwhelming gap and drew a sword on Hye Yeon's body.



"In the end……."



When Chung-Myung's voice came from behind, everyone looked back.



"Development depends on whether it's more than one end or less."



"…Are you done?"



Chung-Myung nodded.



"It's surprising that anyone can do it with all their might. More importantly, can you swing one more time in an extreme situation where you squeeze the last drop in your body?"



I narrowed the space between Chung-Myung's eyebrows slightly.



"Those who can do it become stronger. The accident will be stronger today because of the nasal spray."



Chung-Myung looked back at everyone.



"Can you guys do that?"



"……."



After hearing Chung-Myung's words, the white porcelain boats all closed their mouths.



"It looks easy when you talk. I think it's up to the will. But those who don't usually push themselves to the limit can't overcome them at the last minute. You can do it because it's an accident. He always pushes himself to the limit."



Baek Cheon nodded his head.



"I see what you mean."



"Now this tournament is over."



Chung-Myung said in a nonchalant way.



"What's left is what the inmates and the death penalty got in this competition. If I don't push myself based on what I've gained here, there's a limit to what I've got."



The faces of the Hwasan disciples have become more serious.



Looking at the eyes, Chung-Myung crept up the corners of his mouth.



'You've had an accident.'



So far, Hwasan's training has been nothing more than Chung-Myung pulling on the leash.



However, in order to get to the stage of true rise, one needs to take one's own initiative. Now that we've reached a place where physical effort alone can'



The work Yoo-Esul wielded against that Hye Yeon would have shown much to Hwasan's disciples.



It would have been much more fun if it was a little deeper.'



You can't expect that much.



In fact, it was also a miracle that Yoo-Esul broke through Hye Yeon's free-of-charge capability and hurt his body. Chung-Myung didn't want this much either. It was enough just to show you not to give up.



"What do you think, you wankers?"



Chung-Myung turned his head and looked on the stage.



indeed



Bop Jeong was looking this way with a dismayed face. The look on his face seemed to ease his ten-year-old congestion.



Bop Jeong must have never imagined that Yoo-Esul, not Chung-Myung, would hurt Hye Yeon.



"Giggling, giggling. Your hair is shiny."



"Chung-Myung아."



"Hehehehe!"



"Chung-Myung아."



"Why?"



"…Go up. You're the next step."



"Huh?"



Oh, yeah?



Chung-Myung picked up a sword with a shy face.



I was focusing on Yoo-Esul's bimu and forgot that he still had one left.



"Tsk. This kind of mistake.'



Still, he ignored him too much. This is not a good posture as an unmanned person.



"But who did you say it was?"



"Well?"



"What was the simulation?"



"Who was it?"



Chung-Myung smiled delightedly as he looked at the other Hwasan disciples who were rolling their heads.Maybe we're all so stupid.'



I trust these guys, huh? Things like this?



"Go up there!"



"Yes."



Chung-Myung shook his head and climbed onto the stage.



I think the atmosphere is a bit different.'



And I was looking around and smacked my lips. The surroundings were hectic.



I guess so.



Others would have accepted the earlier bimu in a different way from Hwasan's disciples.



Those who have noticed that Hye Yeon's martial arts is a free university ability are probably in shock now.



Free university capability.



Shaolin's 70s are especially difficult to understand during the seasonal period, which means that not many people have learned about Shaolin's history.



Having seen such a season right in front of your eyes, you can't concentrate on the following choreography. You won't be able to calm your excitement just by looking at the legendary seasonal season.



From Chung-Myung's point of view, it would be better to focus more on Yoo-Esul, who broke through such free skills and hurt Hye Yeon's body, but the result will be that Hye Yeon defeated Hwasan's inspection with his free skills.



I don't like it.'



Those who have gathered here by now must have guessed that Hye Yeon will win in the end.



The 70 bells he showed me.How many are there already?



Plus, seventy-two bells.Among them, he even showed his ability to be classified as advanced. Objectively speaking, it would be strange if he didn't win.



"You'really?"



The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth rolled up.



"It's the simulation name of the simulation tax family."



"Huh?"



Before I knew it, the opponent on the other side shouted in a slightly horned tone.



Chung-Myung seemed to notice that he was not interested in him.



"Oh. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."



That's not polite.



Although Chung-Myung is said to have sold his manners in earnest and has nothing left, he should still be able to be polite where others are looking.



"I'm Chung-Myung from Hwasan."



Growl.



Chung-Myung pulled out a sword. And I let it hang still.



At the same time, Mo Yong-myeong, who pulled out a sword, looked at him. There was an indescribable tension in his eyes.



But even though the two pulled out the swords, the crowd still couldn't concentrate on the beaming.



Most of the eyes were on Shaolin, not on the stage.



"Well."



Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.



Then I peeked at Bop Jeong on the podium. In rare cases, I could feel a slight dissatisfaction leaking from his face, which hardened his mouth.



You're greedy.'



It's exactly what Hye Yeon wanted, but you won't like how hurt she was in the midst of that.



He must have wanted a more overwhelming victory.



Chung-Myung grinned.



Well, that's good.



It's not too bad for him to get attention from others. And it's not too bad everyone thinks Shaolin will win either.



"Be prepared!"



Mo Yong-myung screamed loudly.



Then he quickly rushed toward Chung-Myung and swung his sword.



The love of the blood pressure!



There is no way that any of the people who have advanced to the four classes are inferior in their skills.



The sword of Mo Yong-myeong, with a white sword, instantly filled the stage. It's not as glamorous as Yoo-Esul used to be, but there was something better about its momentum and speed.



The sound of a sword cutting through the wind resonated sharply, and a white sword covered Chung-Myung's entire body.And at that moment.



"It's far."



Chung-Myung rushed back at the sword pouring on him.



(Screams.



As if his body was turning blurry, he soon passed by the name of Mo Yong-myung, shedding a flood of black waves.



Burst!



There was a short breaking sound.



Weak.



As small as you'll never hear unless you listen carefully.



Mo Yong-myeong hardened as he was wielding a sword.



Chin



Chung-Myung recovered the sword and pushed it into the collection.



At the same time, Mo Yong-myung's body collapsed to the ground.



Flop.



There was not a single wound left on his body, but even before he collapsed, Mo had already lost consciousness.



Chung-Myung standing alone with fallen Mo Yong-myeong.



A cold silence filled the arena.



Sword.



It was a single sword.



At the shocking scene, those who couldn't concentrate were belatedly confused and watched the off-stage.



You're gonna be a sword?"



"Oh, my God…."



This is the lecture of the Heavenly Habitat Conference.



But how can you get ridiculous results like this?



Chung-Myung slowly looked on the stage, receiving the astonishing eyes of all the spectators. To be exact, Bop Jeong is there.



Bop Jeong's eyes, who had always remained calm, were clearly astonished.



"Winning?"



Don't be ridiculous.



Chung-Myung grinned.



"It's Shaolin, it's nonsense. It's my specialty to upset others."



I'll gulp down the whole table, a well-prepared table.



Aren't you already curious about how that face will be covered?



This is not a bad personality.



That's right.



Don't come out at times like this, man!



Chung-Myung giggled down the stage.



I didn't know that Bop Jeong's gaze would fall from Chung-Myung's back.



a world-class martial arts competition



The long and long tournament ended with the final between Shaolin and Hwasan.



Shaolin, who has been called the strong north pole for hundreds of years.



Wasan, who was expelled from the old school and miraculously revived.



The arena, which involved a lot of things, now had only one match left.