Chapter - 506 Episode 506. You said you'd cut my neck, right? (1)

The enemy's force is twice that of this side.

Each and every one of them has superior power over there.

Moreover, they have been working hand and foot together so far, and are in full condition by repeating proper training and rest.

On the other hand, what about this side?

With only half of the troops, and unlike the warriors of the Bingo, they have not trained properly for several years, and their bodies have been very damaged.

Breathing through group training?

I can't even look forward to it.

To be fair, half the power here...…. No, it should have been less than that's all.

However, in Chung-Myung's head, such facts were not even considered.

Half of the troops, the quality of the troops that fall short of the opponent?

'What's wrong with that?'

It was all too common.

He always fought for his life against the marchers who ran into him like animals without taking care of their own lives. It was routine for the enemy to have more than twice the number of troops, and sometimes they had to survive against dozens of times the enemy.

It was Hwasan who made him grow up, but it was none other than Mahkyo who made him complete.

So there's nothing new about it.


The sound of the wind passing through my ears was like thunder. The biting wind ripped his face off, but he didn't blink an eye.

The faces of the enemies were slightly embarrassed at the sight of Hwasan's disciples. Chung-Myung didn't miss it.

Resolution slowly hardened on the faces of those who were at the forefront of the enemy soldiers.

Regardless of the situation, if you put those who rush for their throats in front of you, your thoughts and thoughts will disappear.

One Chung-Myung didn't mean to let them stand guard.

His body, which had been rushing at a fast speed, seemed to grow like a taffy, but soon he quickly reached in front of the warriors of the Bingo at a speed that was several times faster.

From the perspective of the bingo warriors, it was more like "appeared" than "moved."

"Lee, Lee Hyung-hwan…….”

Even before the word "Lee Hyung-hwan-wi" came out of his mouth, the Amhyang Plum Sword gave off a creepy glow. The flying petals were wrapped around the sword and separated the space.

Oh, my god!

At the moment, a beautiful scene unfolded as if a storm of petals was rushing.

But the beauty had devastating consequences, as always.


"Argh! Argh!"

Scattered swords blocked the front and penetrated their bodies countless times. Even before the defense was properly defended, the blows did not give them time to show off their skills.

Blood splashed everywhere, and the severed limbs splashed high into Ho Gong.

And the figure was clearly stuck in the eyes of the yet-to-be-awaken Bingoes.

A mixture of black and soaring blood in the shape of a red plum blossom that has not yet disappeared.

This caused the spectators to experience a wonder and a strange feeling that they had never before.



Chung-Myung didn't even look at the scene he created and ran forward.

The blood fountain that soared into the sky poured down and covered his whole body, but Chung-Myung never blinked.

Strikes that mark the beginning of a battle should always be made faster and more aggressive than the enemy's expectations.


Chung-Myung, who took full control of the battlefield with a single sword, rushed like a guard toward those who were contemplating and stepping down.



The heartless blade of the sword was lodged in the mouth of the man who was about to yell something.

Chung-Myung, who coolly took another life, moved succinctly without any warmth.Fah! Fah! Fah!

Three necks soared to Ho Gong at the same time.

In the eyes of the bingalows, who watched the blood fountain rise from the spot where the neck was, there was indisputable fear and astonishment.

They also carried swords, and constantly learned nothing during their lives.

However, they have never experienced such a battle. It was the last collective exhibition they experienced that they lost their princess without even using their hands in front of a crowd of horsemen.

This means that in broad daylight, I have never seen the necks of the people standing in front of me cut off like toys.

A heart of steel.

unshakable immobility

Everyone stresses this over and over again and again.

But that means, in other words, no one can achieve it easily. There's no need to stress it if it's easy.

In the face of the heartlessness and cruelty of the battlefield, which I had never experienced before, the immobility that I had only written in theory was instantly torn apart.

Chung-Myung, who was covered in red blood, showed his white teeth and blocked them and squeezed swords into their necks without mercy. The blade of the sword, which penetrated through the neck and protruded halfway, flew as if it were tearing off its head.

The sword of Chung-Myung didn't rest for a second. He dug straight into the side of the person who was frightened by the horrors in front of him and broke his back.

The North Sea Ice Palace, which was covered with pure white snow, quickly turned red with blood. It was a beautiful and frightening sight as if red flowers were blooming on the snowy field.

"No, back off!"

"For God's sake, don't back down! What are you doing?"

"The enemy is a minority! Don't be scared and deal with it calmly!"

"Rain, get out of the way, you bastards!"

Confusion quickly spread.

Those who saw Chung-Myung rushing from the front forgot the sword they had learned and lost the courage that had prevailed for a while. Those who succumbed to the instinct of wanting to live were frightened and busy stepping back, forgetting what they were doing.

However, those who supported him could not step down.

The gap between the two narrowed, and the camp that had been positioned and maintained at best was instantly disrupted. The commanders shouted loudly, but nothing was heard in the ears of the confused.

Chung-Myung's eyes shone at the sight.

'You little bastards.’

Peaceful men who don't even know what war is stop him?

It's not funny at all.


A duel?

Chung-Myung's organs are not like that.

The place where he can live and breathe most firmly is the battlefield where life and death come and go, and the world where he doesn't have to hesitate at all while putting a knife in the opponent's neck.

Moon Pa-ra can never handle those who have never fought against the enemy with their lives, complacent in the greenhouse. The world that lived in the first place is different. Those who did not know how to control the battlefield were not his match no matter how many gathered.

Everyone backed away from Chung-Myung with a blue face as if they were looking at a monster.

Back off?

Against me?

Chung-Myung revealed his teeth.

At least stepping down from dealing with him is never the answer.

The tip of his sword trembled and began to blow the plum blossoms.

In the sudden storm of petals, the soldiers of the Bingo opened their eyes wide. Swing a sword reflexively, and instinctively blowing tension.However, there were countless flower petals. And they were too helpless to stop it all.

Whoo! Whoosh!

The blackness of the petals swept through the front.

It was truly a cruel sight.

Hawasan's sword, which was revered by the same political faction during the battle against the Magyo, was showing its true value in the distant North Sea land.

Chung-Myung's feet hit the ground again even before all those penetrated by the sword collapsed. There was no reason to give the opponent a chance to recover from the shock and reorganize the battle line.

Chung-Myung, who rushes toward the enemy with a creepy life, was the image of a demon itself.


Baek Cheon clenched his teeth and hit the ground.

It was too much to follow.

That son of a b*tc* didn't take care of the company behind him. In fact, it was just following the speed, but even that was too much.

God d*mn it.

Narrow and narrow, but the d*mn gap has not narrowed at all.

Chung-Myung's sword flashed again in front of him and blood splashed everywhere.

Baek Cheon was about to be distracted by the sight before him.

Have you ever seen such a cruel and frightening sight in your life?

However, he pressed his lips to burst and spurred Chung-Myung. I couldn't let him cover himself with that blood.

That back is talking.

Don't fall behind and follow me, follow me with all your might.


With his teeth clenched, he ran to death and managed to catch up with Chung-Myung. Then, he threw himself into the chest of Binggudo, who wielded a sword at Chung-Myung without delay.


The sense that a sword cuts through the flesh and breaks the bones.

A clear death was carried to the fingertips on a sword.

This isn't the first time he's killed, but this sensation is not familiar.

Nevertheless, the reason why we can't hesitate or hesitate is because someone has to shoulder more deaths as much as he hesitates.



On the other side, Yoo-Esul was staring at the enemy with fearsome eyes and slapping his head off.

How much blood he was covered in, and every time he moved, blood splattered from his dark, soaking mu-bok. But her eyes didn't shake at all.

But Baek Cheon looked at the moment. Yoo-Esul's lips tremble faintly.


"For God's sake!"

Behind his back, I could hear the shouts of Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong. Dan-Soso's suppressed groans followed.

Everyone was desperate.

'But it's still catching up. You son of a b*tc*...….’

It was then.

Chung-Myung, who flew a sword forward, seemed to stretch his body and suddenly disappeared from the spot.



"Up! Up! Up! Private lodging!"


Baek Cheon's head was bent upwards. Indeed, Chung-Myung jumped into the middle of the blue North Sea sky.


Baek Cheon stared blankly at the scene with a moment's rapture.

Chung-Myung, who rose momentarily, fell at a speed that was incomparable to the speed at which he jumped.


The wind struck the soldiers behind them who had no idea what was going on. Chung-Myung, who jumped into the middle of the enemy, swung a sword straight across and cut them off.


A desperate scream rang out on the battlefield.

"That f*cking man...…!’

Baek Cheon was raving inside and flung a plum sword at the inspector of the ice palace, which blocked the front.You're fighting together, keeping pace?

Help each other shoulder to shoulder?

Chung-Myung doesn't have that concept.

For Chung-Myung, fighting together brings out the strength that they used to suck and faces limitations, not supplementing the lack of outstanding people.

That guy was screaming with his back.

Follow me with the determination to die.

"You don't think you can do it, you f*cking bastard!"

Baek Cheon, bloodshot in his eyes, shouted and rushed forward.

At the same time, he began to sweep his enemies with a deadly sword that had never been shown before.

"Living room!"


At the moment, a man who was rushing to his side fell through Yoon-jong's sword. But Baek Cheon didn't even look at it. He just rushed forward, focusing only on Lee.

My stomach was boiling. At the same time, the sword was filled with hot things.

But it was then.


At the moment, his hair stood up all over him, and Baek Cheon flinched and stopped.

The cause was immediately known.

Chung-Myung stared at him in the midst of a series of bingos that blocked him. With a refreshing look in his eyes.


Baek Cheon, who came to his senses as if he had been hit by cold water, clenched his teeth.

"Don't get carried away!"


"Cool your head and keep your posture low! Excitement doesn't make you stronger!"


It was also a cry for itself.

Baek Cheon grabbed the sword firmly again and lowered the center of gravity.

Then Chung-Myung's eyes, who was looking at this side, disappeared.

'That guy...'

He jumped into the middle of the enemy camp and was watching this side while dealing with the enemy.

"This is a little harsh, you son of a b*tc*."

Baek Cheon waved his sword and shouted.

"Come on!"


Taking his eyes off Baek Cheon, Chung-Myung looked around with insensitive eyes.

"Stop him! He did it! Stick to me and hang on to my pants!"

"There's a lot more here! Don't be scared. You bastards!"

"You guys are safe in the Bingo!"

There were voices here and there that encouraged or criticized.

Whether the voice worked or because Chung-Myung's sword stopped for a while, those who surrounded him were flinching and creeping in.

But Chung-Myung grinned at the sight, let alone nervous.

"That's why the little ones."

They're the ones who can get their eyes on you and they're the ones who can get your eyes on you.

"Do you know that?"


"We're not the only ones here."

Those who heard it flinched and looked around.

"That old man is naive, but he's not stupid.”

At that moment.

"Kill them all!"



Toward the side of the completely disorganized camp, the warriors of the North Sea, led by Yosa Hon, dug in with fright.

Those who achieved full cause were encouraged by the performance of the Hwasan disciples. It was not necessary to explain how high the fraud would be.

"Rain, d*mn it! Hey!"

The warriors of the Bingo were all bewildered and at a loss.

If Hwasan's disciples hadn't dug into the middle of the camp, this attack wouldn't have been a big deal in fact.

But they didn't understand what it meant to bring down the camp in a group battle.

This is not a bimu. It's not even a one-on-one duel. It's literally a war.

Victory does not exist for those who do not understand the difference.

"You can't fight when you have to, but you choose false comfort."Chung-Myung's eyes crossed those who blocked him and headed behind him.

To a man wrapped around his whole body in white fur.

Looking at Solchon Sang's pale complexion, Chung-Myung smiled white.

"Now it's your turn.”

Chung-Myung, who flicked a sword once, fired a fierce force toward the completely frozen warriors of the bingo.