The face of the river was filled with anger.
Although it was not an easy situation, he is a 70-year-old green-rim Chaeju.
Even though that Kwangwoo is not as famous as Go Hong, the Muja Jehura Wongang River was notorious enough to stop crying in the area of Odaesan Mountain where he was.
But this young man is blocking his way?
"I don't have time for four years. Get out of the way!"
Yoo-Esul shook his head quietly.
"The elder is not free enough to deal with you."
Wongang's face turned red in no time with his calm and low voice.
"Yee, you don't even know the subject!"
No more words were needed. Even at this moment, the battle lines were collapsing rapidly. There was definitely a limit to maintaining the battle line only with numerical advantage.
Wongang rushed to Yoo-Esul with no delay in roaring without delay.
Oh, my god!
As if to prove that he did not win the title of the Green Rim with a goal, a huge game began to be loaded on his province.
With the roughness of the day standing like a saw, even a wild game was loaded, it was so scary that just watching with eyes could make my hair stand still.
But Yoo-Esul's eyes were not shaken at all at the front.
The roughness cut through where she was. The wind pressure alone turned the floor upside down and dust rose.
However, no matter how strong an attack is, it is meaningless if it does not reach the opponent. Yoo-Esul avoided his opponent's shot perfectly by just taking two steps back.
Of course, I didn't expect it to end with a single blow. If he had been a fool enough to let his guard down, he could not have climbed to the post of Chae-ju of Jogungchae.
Oh, my god!
The storm of rough pottery was about to tear Yoo-Esul's whole body apart. Yoo-Esul, however, stared exactly at the way he flew at him with his unshakable eyes.
She should have been intimidated to see this before her eyes, but there was no shaking in her mind.
She's been through too much to lose her composure to this extent.
Park Chan-Yoo-Esul ran straight through the storm of earthenware dust.
(Screaming) Cao! Cao! Cao!
Three consecutive inspections created gaps between irregularly swirling pottery.
Yoo-Esul, who dug through the cracks like a mirage or fantasy, stretched the sword straight and flooded the river's neck.
Surprised to the point where his eyes popped out, Won-gang flipped over in frightened.
He was so surprised that he couldn't even land properly that his hips instantly touched the floor and fell.
A cold sweat ran down my forehead.
You broke through it?’
This is not a matter of possibility and necessity.
It is not that he has never been defeated because he is an invincible master, but he has been incapacitated several times.
But no one who beat him jumped into this raging storm of pottery. It was an action that no one with an idea would ever do.
But it was done by a young prosecutor who seemed to have lived less than half of his life.
Don't you have any fear?’
Well, how would he know?
The person he is dealing with now is the one who cut the Magi from the front of the bishop and held the bishop's limbs half-dead.
Yoo-Esul pointed his sword again at the river, where he was sweating. And I still thought with a blank face.'Different.'
It was certainly lacking in every way.
The marchers may not be as good as the interest, but they had the venom to give up their lives to hurt their opponents and die.
And even Yoo-Esul, the bishop of the demon, gave a tremble of horror. It was indeed a servant of evil.
It was impossible for Yoo-Esul, who has been dealing with such people, to fear the original river.
People grow up through experience.
Yoo-Esul realized the words in his bones at this moment. If he had never faced a bishop, he would not have remained as calm as he is now, even if he had the same skills.
'See more, go through more.’
It was clear that the experiences would make her sword stronger.
"……I wondered how they were so strong, and the Wasans all seem to have lost their heads."
The wankang twisted his lips. Yoo-Esul just murmured quietly.
"You talk a lot."
"…...you son of a b*tc*!"
Roh Ho-sung was thrown out by the river, but it was Yoo-Esul who moved. Her body dug into the front of the river leaving a taffy afterimage.
As a result, the province of Wongang swung her waist with the determination to make a difference.
Yoo-Esul, who set up a sword slanted to the waist, hit back and spilled it down as soon as Do flew in. Then he went straight over the road, spinning lightly.
It was a physical exercise that was close to a new skill. As soon as the surprised Wongang opened her eyes, her sword shook like a fantasy, creating dozens of screenings. Soon the entire river was covered.
It was virtually impossible for him, who was seriously ill, to simultaneously stop the sword and mirrors that bloomed under his nose.
He eventually lifted himself up and blocked the center of his body, flying backwards.
Crunch! Crunch! Crunch!
The vital points were somehow blocked, but his thick forearms and beautiful thighs split long and scattered blood.
A groan broke out automatically.
The sound of a sword crashing into the drawing creeped into the ear.
The sharpness of the sword? Unseen speed?
That is a secondary problem.
What really astonished him was that her sword flew to the vital point without any hesitation.
A sword only to kill an opponent, showing no willingness to subdue him.
Of course, there is no reason why Jungpa cannot wield a sword. However, the fact that a fluffy young man flew a sword without blinking his eyes made the river's spine cool.
'…the world is mistaken for Hwasan!’
If someone had known that these monsters were growing in Hwasan, they would have used any means.
Wongang, who opened up the street, raised the city with blood in his eyes.
The idea was to compete with strength without giving the opponent a chance to dig in. It was a huge misjudgment. Those dealing with Hawsan's inspection should never distance themselves.
Yoo-Esul's sword shivered gently as if it had been waiting. Before long, the red plum blossoms began to bloom.
Wongang opened his mouth like a person whose soul was sucked out.
The plum blossoms swam in the sky Ho Gong as if they were alive. In the meantime, the ever-growing petals seemed to cover Yoo-Esul's whole body, and soon filled the view of the river.
It's a fantasy. Yeah, it's a fantasy.However, a fantasy that is indistinguishable from reality is no different from one that exists.
Taking a step back without realizing it, Wongang seized his revenge in spite of evil.
Then he screamed and swung wildly.
Strong wind pressure pushed away the flaming plum blossoms. However, no matter how much they pushed and ripped, the eerie beautiful flowers continued to bloom.
In the forest of plum blossoms, he swung around like a madman. Against a flower petal that flies without knowing the end of the end.
I can't believe it!’
He's a green vegetable. He should have been the king of green forest.
He is not a high-profile master of political circles, but cannot be defeated by the young female prosecutor of the Hwasan faction. No such nonsense should ever happen!
His provincial government, which was splitting Ho Gong like a foot in a game, was driven by impatience and lost its sharpness.
Oh, my god!
The keen sense of Yoo-Esul didn't miss the moment.
Yoo-Esul's sword, which rose like a hawk to hunt for food in the fluttering plum blossoms, quickly flooded the river's neck of the river.
The river blocked even in the midst of a disorganized posture. No, I tried to block it.
Round and round.
However, Yoo-Esul's sword, which flew like a beam of light, lightly burned the road and the ship dug into the river's neck at a faster pace.
The river opened its eyes wide. He looked as if he couldn't believe it.
But no matter how wide he opened his eyes, he couldn't even find Yoo-Esul's trace. She had already cut off his neck and passed by his dying body.
The rest of his life was too short for him to turn his head and check her back.
'On that quick sword...…change…'
His half-cut neck opened and blood fountain sprouted out.
My vision gradually became blurred and my body quickly lost strength.
It was the last thought that came to mind in his life when he understood what he was going through.
A huge body collapsed. Blood from the neck penetrated through the grass growing randomly on the ground.
"Chae Joo Woo Woo Woo Woo Woo!"
Bandits who watched Wongang lose his life screamed desperately. The scream was not a mournful cry for Chae-ju's death, but a young scream for those who lost their last Bibil Hill.
Yoo-Esul, who inadvertently brushed the blood off the sword, glared coldly at the bandits.
The silence lingered. The faces of bandits looking at Yoo-Esul turned white with fear.
Mujayomna Wongang, who was like a king in Odaesan Mountain, lost her life without even trying to rebel properly at the very hands of that prosecutor.
This overwhelming difference was enough to dampen their last ray of motivation.
"The battle starts with the head."
Yoo-Esul, who neatly performed Chung-Myung's theory, paid attention to Baek Cheon.
Baek Cheon grinned and nodded.
"I knocked down the enemy's Chae-ju!"
Then he pointed the white bandits at the end of the sword.
"Kill those who do not surrender and make them pay!"
Hwasan's disciples, who have been constantly swindled, attacked with their own momentum.
"You son of a b*tc*! Even if I were a monkey...….Growl……."
The fear spread like wildfire as even a few who still had the will and the will to rebel fell helplessly.
"Ha, surrender! I surrender! Save me!"
"Throw away your weapons, you lunatics! Put down your weapon!The battle was so short that it was less than one meal away, but the number of fallen bandits was well over a hundred. Even if the battle continues as it is, the results were as clear as can be seen.
Death or surrender was the only thing left for those who were pushed back and lost their leader. Even if they were not smart enough to calculate, they knew very well that their lives were very well.
The bandits all threw down their weapons and lay flat on the spot.
It was a win for Hwasan.
It was a different achievement than winning the battle against the universal forces or the Daebyolchae opposition.
It was the first time that a force of full strength was completely overcome in the name of Hwasan.
The faces of the Hwasan disciples turned red.
Pride in the outcome and victory of the battle heated my heart.
Hyun Sang, who was trying to calm down his excited heart by clenching his fist, raised his voice.
"This battle is a victory for us, Hwasan! Abandon the enemy's arms!"
It was a clean and clean victory and a grand victory without disagreement.