The cut face has been indescribably hot.
But it was Chung-Myung's one word that angered Solchon Sang beyond the pain of the wound.
Now who said the rookie song to whom?
"You... you son of a b*tc*!"
Solchon Sang, whose eyes were turned upside down, finally lost face.
He has always tried to keep his dignity as the lord of the Bingo, but that young man's words completely reversed his reason.
In the first place, it was natural because it was hard to maintain reason just to stand in front of him.
In anger, which turned white in front of him, he let out a boiling anger.
White tension sprang out of his hands.
The tremendous chill froze even the snow beneath his feet. The tension of the chill was released toward the plum gum, which filled the front.
The scene unfolded as if an avalanche were covering a flower garden.
It was incredibly grand and terrifying that this much tension and sword came from humans.
Soon, flowers and snow were scattered all over the place with huge heavy drinking.
"Blood, get away!"
The warriors of the Bingo, who had been running to protect the palace, flew back reflexively, frightened by fragments of sword and tension bouncing in all directions.
A little later.
On the spot where the shock subsided, the sword-laying Chung-Myung stared at Solchon Sang with cool eyes.
On the other hand, Solchon Sang, who had to be cold, glared at Chung-Myung with burning lava-like anger.
Solchon Sang slowly scraped through the long stab wounds on his face.
Whenever he felt a throbbing pain, his face distorted like a throbbing throb.
"Did you say you'd get it over with?”
The sound of grinding came out like a chirp between the words.
"How dare you?"
His feet stomped on the advance. The frozen ground split with the sound of a mash.
"You're only going to deal with me with that skill?"
However, despite the terrifying momentum, Chung-Myung's mouth was twisted as if it were plastic.
"That's why you're a rookie.”
Of course, that's what Solchon Sang has to say.
In his eyes, Chung-Myung will never be stronger than him. Objectively, if you compare the martial arts, anyone will give a hand to Solchon Sang, not Chung-Myung.
Solchon Sang's ability was not insufficient just because he stole the throne of the palace in a dishonest way. If that were the case, no matter how much he carried Mahkyo on his back, he would not have been able to take control of the foolish palace until now.
It was the biggest mistake made by youngsters. To think that the outcome of the game will be as good as you can be.
"I'll give you a heads up."
Chung-Myung spat out while looking at Solchon Sang as if it was funny.
"It's not a bimu."
Then suddenly, Chung-Myung's body was shot at Solchon Sang like an island war.
Solchon Sang's fingertips trembled as he blocked the sword right in front of his head.
Each, each, each, each.
His skin, which had become harder than the middle season, was being cut off by pulling up the dark pores to the limit.
What the hell is this sword?
The sword and the young sword were terrifying, but the prediction was not normal. It was the sharpness that Solchon Sang experienced for the first time in his life.
Blood leaked from the palm of the hand flowed through the white sword shoes. Then, the white land began to be colored.
Solchon Sang saw this and grabbed the sword rather than pushing it away. No, I tried to grab it.But just as he was about to give strength, the sword in his hand spun around and cut off his palm before leaving.
Solchon Sang momentarily flinched.
You were caught off guard?
Or you didn't expect it?
It isn't that.
Now Chung-Myung is one step ahead of what he's going to do. So the next number can't come out right away.
Solchon Sang pulled the intact left back.
One. At that moment.
Oh, my god!
Dozens of prosecutors spilled from Chung-Myung's sword turned to Solchon Sang's left elbow in unison. Solchon Sang, who didn't dare to reach out to the momentum, freaked out and snuck back.
But Chung-Myung wasn't so easily allowed to step down.
Chung-Myung fired like a bird at Solchon Sang, who was moving away with all his might. A cool look with no emotion remained only in the neck of the enemy.
Solchon Sang, who faced the gaze, hardened his face with the eerieness of his heart freezing at once.
The love of the blood pressure!
Chung-Myung, who flew fast, drew Solchon Sang's foot horizontally as he bent half way forward. I quickly recovered my leg, but I couldn't stop the front of my ankle from getting a slight cut.
Round and round.
Chung-Myung, who turned his body around in Ho Gong just as he was rushing at it, drove the rebound and hit Solchon Sang as it was.
It was the same attack as the first one.
But the results were quite different. Solchon Sang, who lost his center of gravity to step back, failed to hit the same blow.
His body rolled through the snow.
"Oh, my God, my lord!”
Those who watched the scene from afar were astonished.
Who is Solchon Sang?
Even before he became the palace owner, he was known as the best master of the North Sea.
Although it was not comparable to a former courtesan because he could not learn the visionary martial arts that only the courtesan could learn, it was Solchon Sang who outpaced the former courtesan when it comes to his talent for martial arts.
Now that he had mastered the vision of the Bingoist, there would be no shortage to be called the best master of Bingo in name and reality.
However, he was now rolling the floor because he was unilaterally driven by a young warrior in the midfield. It was natural for those who followed him to be mesmerized.
Solchon Sang immediately lifted himself up and was on alert. Chung-Myung slowly lowered his feet as he set the ground and laughed.
"You're not very stupid."
If he had dragged his time awkwardly, Chung-Myung would have rushed in and put a sword in his neck, and Solchon Sang would have rolled over to correct his posture.
"……what the hell are you…"….”
Solchon Sang's eyes were shaking with dismay.
It wasn't a matter of being strong and sleeping.
A great sword did not break his tension, nor did it fool him at an enormous speed.
However, whenever he tried to do something, Chung-Myung's sword was always ahead of his tour. No matter how good your eyes and good your senses are, you can't read people's minds. How is this possible?
He's stronger. Solchon Sang is definitely stronger.
So why did he roll over the floor?
Why is that?
Solchon Sang's body trembled at Chung-Myung's derisive voice."Ee……!"
"I'm not talking to you."
But Chung-Myung smiled bitterly with a strangely distorted face.
I felt really complicated.
Had it been Chung-Myung before, it would have taken less than three seconds to cut his throat.
The frustration of not being able to carry out what he knew with his head turned Chung-Myung upside down.
'Kang-ho is weak.’
The former bing-go-ju was unparalleled.
This was a matter of course.
Just as Hwasan, who lost all celadon ships and master ships, lost Muhak and fell, so did other places, as well, lost prominent masters who had to lead the Munpa and pass on Muhak.
Those who survived desperately recovered.However, it would have been impossible to completely restore the scars left by the war against Mahkyo.
The number of masters may be comparable to the past, but in terms of quality, it could not be compared to the past.
It's not just a bingo.
The same is true of other clans, including party members.
Besides, everyone lived in peace for a while after the war.
The peace he made with his life took away their fierceness.
I love you.
Chung-Myung lifted up after lightly shaking his sword. The sharp tip of the sword shone white in the sun.
If a man who uses a sword as an organ and a man who uses a sword as an organ fight, the game will be decided on the street. Those who use authority will somehow try to narrow the distance from their opponents.
But now the opposite is happening.
Solchon Sang, who raised his body to the back, shook his hands quickly, judging that it was more dangerous to get close to Chung-Myung. White dark air began to flow like frost along his fingertips.
The sound penetrated first before the energy could reach.
The surroundings froze quickly. The insidious craft that the North Sea Ice Palace boasted to the world was finally beginning to gain power.
Solchon Sang, who put his hands together in front of his chest, stretched his hands forward at once.
As if to freeze everything that touched, a pure white pore was fired at the front of Chung-Myung.
Ice white kidney.
It was the name festival of the North Sea Ice Palace, and the most prestigious Bingo in the country.
A biting chill swept around.
Anything that lived and breathed in front of him seemed to freeze horribly.
However, Chung-Myung's eyes did not shake when he saw the kidney flying toward him.
The sword slowly crossed Ho Gong. At the end of the white sword, a blood-red sword began to shoot out.
The red sword painted the shape of the plum blossoms.
Spring, when the ice melted, seemed to bloom plum blossoms in Mansan.
Flowering ( 개
It's also in its infancy.
No matter what the north wind, the plum blossoms will finally open up red life after patient and persevering.
The herbivores of 10,000 plum blossoms among the twenty-four plum blossoms were perfectly visible at the end of Chung-Myung's sword.
Even at this moment, the plum blossoms, which were blooming endlessly, were overflowing like a flood of waves.
A massive white avalanche and waves of red plum blossoms hit each other in Ho Gong.
Chung-Myung's body reeled with a loud, deafening sound. In terms of history, bingo stocks were definitely superior.
Instead of stepping down, Chung-Myung took a step forward.
Great pressure ripped the hem of my shoulder. Frozen by the cold of the ice-bag kidney, the shoulders quickly began to turn blue.That buck.
But Chung-Myung's sword didn't stop. The flesh on his shoulders died black and blood flowed out of his nose, but only his eyes were shining more beautifully than the first time.
One step. And another step.
His steps gradually accelerated. As it approached, the pressure on it became stronger, and the scream of the body became louder. But Chung-Myung just moved on.
Oh, my god!
His body dug straight into the middle of the collision between the plum sword and the shady air.
Although Chung-Myung had been cutting himself to the sword he had released, he did not blink an eye. Even if the sword cut himself and a fragment of tension hit his back, he poured blood through his nose and mouth and rushed in a straight line.
Solchon Sang, who breathed out tension, groaned uncontrollably.
That bizarre swordmanship was not losing ground to the tension of the ice-white kidney he had given off by carrying his history as far as he could go. If it collapsed, a new sword soared, and if it was crushed, it bloomed again.
'But that's all!'
He is certainly ahead in history.
Sure enough, the Japanese apricot sword, which had been fiercely resisting, began to be pushed away by his tension.
"You little bastard! That's it.….”
It was then.
Oh, my god!
A gruesome sound of breaking penetrated the ear. And in the tension of the white-colored ice-bag kidney, something red and black shot out like a shell.
In an unexpected situation, Solchon Sang was shocked enough to sink his heart.
Oh, my god!
It was Chung-Myung who received the kidney with his body.
He quickly reached the front of Solchon Sang and raised the sword like a beam of light.
Blood spurted along the path where the sword moved.
After a while, Solchon Sang's chest split long from the bottom left to the top right.
It was obviously a serious injury.
Hana Solchon Sang didn't sink to that extent.
Ignoring the deep-seated wound, he put tension into Chung-Myung's leg.
Chung-Myung's legs faltered and twisted.
Then, once again, Solchon Sang's right fist was lodged in Chung-Myung's stomach with a negative sound.
Chung-Myung's feet, which had been rammed into the ground, were pushed back. At the same time, Seonji blood poured out of Chung-Myung's mouth.
It was none other than Chung-Myung's right shoulder that trapped Solchon Sang's final blow with all his might.
Tension in the heart of Bingbaek kidney struck Chung-Myung on the right shoulder.
Chung-Myung's body is wrong backwards. In the wind, the sword, which had been held for a moment, bounced around Ho Gong.
Solchon Sang's eyes were filled with joy.
If a sword is missed by a prosecutor, it means only death!
And at that very moment.
Chung-Myung's hand grabbed the middle of the sword's body, which was spinning in Ho Gong.
This sharp blade was cut down relentlessly even by the owner's hand. Nevertheless, the hand that held the blade of the sword with the reciprocal was tightened.
Chung-Myung's sword, which was stabbed behind his back without looking back, penetrated Solchon Sang's solar plexus.
A calm voice poured into Solchon Sang's ears, staring blankly at the sword that dug into his stomach.
"On the battlefield……….”
"The moment you let your guard down, you'll die, boy."Chung-Myung's cold smile was imprinted in the eyes of the collapsing Solchon Sang.