Chapter - 445 Episode 445. What kind of bandit is this? (5)

The size of the caterpillar easily exceeded twice that of the average person. And Chung-Myung's body was rather small compared to ordinary fighters.

Seeing those two at the same time, the caterpillar seemed three times bigger than Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung in front of Bunchung, who rushes with momentum, was like a small weasel in front of a crazy bull.



Everyone's mouth burst with astonishment, and at the same time Im Sobyong jumped out of his seat.

Chung-Myung was taking a couple of steps forward, rather than running away from the plague.

"What have you done?"

Of course, I didn't think Chung-Myung would lose to Rebellion. It is the world-famous Hwasan Divine Dragon. Although he may not be confident of winning a victory against Revenge, it was clear that he would not be able to discuss defeat.

But that's also the story of when the sword was lifted.

I've never heard of HWASAN making a name for his recommended tardiness. But what kind of nerve are you trying to get to deal with?

But at that moment, Im Sobyong's soft voice was heard.

"Tsk tsk. You'll get hurt like that."

"I know."

Im Sobyong looked at Hwasan's disciples with a look of dismay.

The death penalty is on the verge of a mantis hit by a cart, what the hell are those spare faces?

But Im Sobyong couldn't afford to ask questions. This is because the insect that flew in the meantime swung its arms like Chung-Myung attacked.

"Inno ooh ooh ooh!"

His arms, which had been lifted high, began to fall toward Chung-Myung's head.


At the moment, soil dust was scattered all over the place, briefly obscuring their appearance.

Those who were watching closed their eyes without realizing it.

He prides himself on seeing the rough side of a bandit, but it was clear that the scene that would soon unfold in front of him would be too horrible to see.

Is he dead?

"Tsk tsk, so why would you scratch a person...….’

After a while, the bandits, who opened their eyes half-heartedly, glanced to check the results.

However, the appearance of the dust being lifted and revealed was far from what they had expected.


"Well, what's that...….”


The arms of the warlord, which had been violently lowered, remained stationary in Ho Gong.

And under the arm, which was thicker than the waist of the length, one arm stretched out as thin as a pussy.

All the bandits opened their mouths wide and opened their eyes wide.

You blocked it?

That arm, that pillar-like arm?

It was an incredible sight. But how can I deny the obvious sight?

"…Oh, my God.

A sense of embarrassment spread over the face of Bunchung, who was overwhelming.

"This, this, this... ".”


Chung-Myung, who inadvertently blocked the arms of the worm, kicked his tongue small.

"Why are you making such a fuss.”

And pushed the huge arm away lightly.

The caterpillar, which had briefly been mesmerized, was startled by the wind and backed away.

He alternately looked at Chung-Myung's slender arms and his own, which looked fine. I couldn't understand it even though I went through it myself.

'What the hell is this....’

I thought I'd hit a lump of metal.

It was like a geo-am that I used to beat every time I trained. Does this make sense to feel that kind of robbery in that little hand?

Whether or not he knew how he felt, Chung-Myung simply rolled up both sleeves, turning his head from side to side."Well, more than I thought...….”


"That's corruption."

The corners of Chung-Myung's mouth went up. Indeed, it was a refreshing smile.

Im Sobyong, meanwhile, is genuinely embarrassed.

I used to maintain a cheerful and slick attitude in some things, but now I'm speechless.

You blocked it?

Rebellion attack? That's too easy?

If you don't know about martial arts, the second most grieving person in the green forest is the insect repell.

Even those who were more powerless than those who were burnt-out did not want to confront his attack head-on.

Even if a tiger is stronger than a bull, it is the same reason that a bull will be smashed when it hits it head-on.

Chung-Myung, who is barely big enough to be a fox, blocked the bull running with his front foot.


Of course, strength isn't everything.

Isn't the strength of an warrior half the strength and the strength of the other half? No, maybe the history takes up more than that in many times.

But I take all that into consideration. The sun was an unexpected sight.

Then, again, there was the whispering of Hwasan's disciples.

"I knew it."

"I mean."

Im Sobyong turned his head and asked.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing his embarrassed face, Baek Cheon smirked.

"I know it sounds weird, but he's the strongest guy in the entire Wasan.”

"It's not just strong."

"It doesn't make any sense."


Im Sobyong blinked his eyes at the incredible words.

"With that body?"

"Oh, it may seem so, but…….”

Baek Cheon laughed bitterly.

In fact, it was hard to believe unless it was Hwasan's disciples.

If Chung-Myung doesn't know what the water lily started with holding celadon ships.

"Flexible black comes from a strong body."

"I can't stand my body. How can a sword stand it?"

When I thought of Chung-Myung's training, words that I heard so hard came out of my mouth.

Yoo-Esul recited quietly.

"…an old man."

But what's really annoying is that Chung-Myung did what I said most perfectly.

"Now I can't keep up with his training even if I pull all the metal balls in Hwasan.”

"You add iron and rock and play with it like a stone."

"…...we'd have something to say.”

Hawsan's disciples sighed at the same time.

Im Sobyong alternately looked at them and Chung-Myung with a look of bewilderment.

When he rolled up his sleeves, Chung-Myung's arm was revealed. Im Sobyong, who looked closely, exclaimed and groaned from his mouth.

It's an arm that looks skinny at first sight, and the muscles that show up every time it moves look as hard as a lump of iron. I wondered how much training I had to do to develop such muscles.

"On the other hand, it's a little bit of a place."

"It's actually tofu meat, everyone."

Hwasan's disciples shook their heads with disapproval.

"Because the bandits are so poor."

"Don't you think you'll fall for it, Sasook?"

Bandits wearing conduits were kicking their tongues while looking at real bandits. Im Sobyong stopped talking.

The more I know, the more I don't know who they are.

His face was getting distorted little by little before he knew it.

Even if I had no choice but to do so, I felt like I was scratching my insides because the people below me were ignored with their bodies, not even martial arts. Still, I have pride as a bandit.

Revenge! What are you doing?

Im Sobyong's eyes flashed as he looked at the reproduction.


Cold sweat dripped down from the forehead of the caterpillar.He's been through hell and high water.…. No, actually, I've rarely experienced Susan, but I've been through a lot before the birth.

It was a single exchange, but it was enough to understand the opponent's ability.


It's not just a strong martial art.

That body itself is strong. This means that his physical strength does not lag behind him before adding strength.

I couldn't quite understand how this was possible.


Chung-Myung, with his tongue full, approached the worm.


Rebellion unwittingly stepped back at the sight.

Then, he quickly realized his mean behavior and stood up in shock. In this place filled with the bandits of Daehochae, he was frightened by a man named Greenim10young.…. No, I couldn't show my embarrassment.

"… may have blocked it once by chance, but that luck won't follow you twice!"

"Oh, really?"

Chung-Myung smirked again this time. And then it stopped there.

Then he said, stretching his hands out toward the warworm.

"Then come and see me. Let's just stick to each other with no useless tricks."

Reonchung swallowed dry saliva while looking at Chung-Myung's brackish hands compared to mine.

Competition with power was his favorite way of doing things. Others who were watching also knew that.

Therefore, he could not show hesitation.

"I'll make you regret it!"

Rebellion, who shouted out loud as if he were losing all sorts of thoughts, put his hand on Chung-Myung's hand.

The big hands and the small hands somehow interlocked fingers.

Strength and strength.

It was a race between history and history.


Those watching were nervous, swallowing their breath at this amazing sight.



Rebellion began to scream and weigh down Chung-Myung.

The veins wriggled like worms on the huge forearm. Besides, the thick veins stood out clearly on the forehead.

The face turned red as if it were about to explode with blood, and the two strong feet dug into the ground.

He was raising all the strength and history that anyone could see.


The shape of the caterpillar was similar to that of the Geumgang River. As he used his dragon with his face dyed red, everyone in the audience was tired of the pressure.



Crack, crack, crack, crack.

Chung-Myung did not budge, even though the bone-twisting sound spread and the feet of the caterpillar were being pushed away.

The blood-splitting reflection of the seven balls and the nonchalant Chung-Myung created a strange contrast.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! (Screams)

Finally, Chung-Myung's arm started to get pushed back little by little.

However, the bent wrist was no longer bent, and Chung-Myung's body was not pushed out at all, even if it was stuck on the floor.

Then Chung-Myung's mouth opened.

"Tsk tsk. I like my natural strength."

The caterpillar opened its eyes wide.

It was hard for him to say the right words because he was using the dragon, but Chung-Myung, who received all the power, was speaking calmly.

Moreover, there was no sign of exertion in his voice.

"What's the use of being born with strength. I don't train, I drink, sleep, and take money away, so I don't have any strength."

Listening to the acrimonious words, Baek Cheon muttered with a volmen.

"Drinking as a guide."

"…but he's still training."

"That's true."

Fortunately, their voices were not heard by Chung-Myung.Chung-Myung's words followed.

"That's not how you use power. The important thing is to focus, so!"

Chung-Myung's eyes shone.

The clear history of Danjeon quickly began to circulate the body.


Crack, crack!

The eyes of the caterpillar trembled.

The arm, which had been pushed as far as I could, was returning to its place in an instant. At the same time, a huge force that he had never experienced in his life was delivered on his arm.

"Oh, my God...How can this be...….”


Chung-Myung, who stretched out his hand, began pressing down on the arms of the caterpillar.


The twist sounded like squeezing water out of the laundry. The granules of the caterpillar gradually went down.


Rebellion resisted with blood in his eyes, but Chung-Myung's hands did not budge as if they were huge rocks.

Rebellion's body gradually collapsed as if it had been crushed by the rock of later life.


His knee, which was barely holding out, snapped in an instant and hit the ground.


The same was true of the other knee.

Crack, crack.

But then, not all his strength, but his knees, which touched the floor, gradually began to dig in.


Chung-Myung took a step forward and pressed down on the rebound.

His body slowly begins to recline. No matter how hard you try, you can't push it away.

"Uh, how can I, oh, my God.….Ugh."

My back is twisted.

His arms and legs opened freely and his back of his head was crushed to the point where it touched the ground. Chung-Myung was the only one who came into the eyes of such retaliation, who was pressing down his hand down with a relaxed face.

Chung-Myung smiled and kicked his tongue like a person who didn't even use much power.

"Rat drops?"


"Oh, my God, you're weaker than a rat drop.”


He's holding a grudge.….

Rebellion's face is distorted. Chung-Myung smiles.

"This is power, this is power. Euracha!"


There was a huge storm of power and dust scattered once again.


"What, what?"

A huge cloud of dust rose. The bandits couldn't breathe and waited for the dust to clear.

Before long, the dust settled, revealing a person.


Chung-Myung was walking, shaking his hands lightly.

All eyes were on him. Not exactly Chung-Myung, but something behind him.



He was on his knees and foaming at the mouth with the back of his head on the floor. He seemed unconscious.


It was truly a horrible sight. The bandits, stunned and speechless, alternated between Rebellion and Chung-Myung. No matter how much I looked at it, the results didn't change.

Chung-Myung looked around them once and rolled up the corners of his mouth in triumph.

"Anyone else?"


"You don'

Chung-Myung kicked his tongue.

"The bandits are so cheap! Wasan must be more of a bandit! Hwasan이!"

Baek Cheon smiled pleasedly at the stately appearance of quaint.

'Chung-Myung아. You're a master.'

You shouldn't call it a show-off. It's...

He shook his head.


It was the moment when Hwasan Sinryong Chung-Myung took full control of Daehochae without wielding a knife.