In the middle of the mountain quarters, there were many bandits who knelt in captivity.
Their faces, which were ruined by martial arts, had a great sense of loss and fear that their lives seemed to have been taken away.
Losing arms to a warrior was, in a sense, more punishment than death. But Hyun Sang had no intention of showing mercy to them.
They are bandits that suck high blood of both people anyway.’
There are people who are learning martial arts and those who are harmful to the world because they are learning martial arts.
He thinks these were obviously the latter.
Discussing the open-air line with clumsy teaching sometimes results in less than what has not begun. It was better to eliminate the aftereffects through the punishment system.
"What about the kids?"
"There are a few children with minor injuries, but there are no seriously injured children."
Hyun Sang nodded loudly.
Although there was a big difference in performance, it is often the case that one loses one's life to a blind knife in a disturbance of this size.
Fortunately, however, it didn't seem to happen this time.
Wasan is really strong.
If Chung-Myung had been Hwasan before he came, he would not have been able to handle the small living quarters on the corner of the green forest, let alone Jogungchae.
However, it is now possible to clean up the mountainous houses in the top 70 green forests without any damage. This change took place in just a few years, and it was surprising to see how strong it had become at such a frightening rate.
"There were a lot of hard work."
"This is easy!"
Perhaps the disciples felt the same way.
He is suppressing his shoulders somehow, but his face was full of pride.
The wind left everyone forgetting. There's a demon here, and he can't keep his eyes open to the pleasant sight.
"What do you mean, you've done a great job and you've got your shoulders up and down? I just beat up the bandits."
In a cold-watering remark, Hwasan's disciples looked at Chung-Myung with a sour face.
But he had the nerve to stick out his belly.
"What? Why? Did I say something wrong?”
"…That needle won't bleed you."
"Make sure you candle like that, make sure!"
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue with an unhappy face.
"Since when did the Wasans become such a small place to strain their stomach for beating up some bandit pups?" Your ancestors must be dying of frustration!"
- Not me. No, it's not!
"Oh, shut up over there!"
"……who made the noise?"
Everyone sighed as they saw Chung-Myung making mysterious noises.
However, after hearing the harsh criticism, the students were unable to help themselves with their recalled faces and tried to smile or hold back their laughter.
Chung-Myung finally smirked.
Of course it's good.’
Victory is a more valuable experience than anything else.
Of course, you can learn from defeat, but now it was more important to gain confidence in victory than defeat.
His disciples had a subtle sense of defeat.
Since he was not recognized for his talent throughout, he had no choice but to feel a subtle inferiority complex among those who were recognized for their talent and were in the capital.
The best way to get rid of it is to do what they don't dare to do.’
While gaining fame is the most important thing, it is not bad to instill confidence in both of them."and gain experience."
The biggest advantage of this battle is that for the first time, the entire Hwasan team has come forward and experienced group warfare. It was certainly a great benefit to have experienced this at a time when the world is so peaceful.
Someday, we'll have to fight like this.
In that sense, it's a battle that's earned a lot of money.….
It's just... it's just that.
"We're stronger than you think.”
"Giggles, shamans, craps, nothing!"
Looking at the death penalty, which was too fond and giggled, I felt strangely twisted and upset.
"You like it?"
"Hahaha. Of course! Of course."
"Do you like it?"
The death penalty, smiling all over, slowly and awkwardly shut up at Chung-Myung's words.
"You're saying it's that good?”
When Chung-Myung asked with a bright smile, the faces of his disciples began to shiver.
"Then it's better!"
"Where's the next living quarters?"
* * *
Chaeju Tammyolang and Yang Hye-hye watched the scene unfolding in front of her eyes.
'What is this...?'
It was as if a mountain was coming in.
It is not a magnificent mountain music, but a mountain in full bloom.
"What the hell are these guys?"
His men, swept away by the mountain, were crumbling without a hitch.
Yang-chee swallowed dry saliva.
Where did it go wrong?’
As soon as I checked Im Sobyong behind the incoming warriors of Hwasan, I began to sweat on Yang's back.
His face, which had always been weak, looked as healthy as it is today.
Was it a lie that you were suffering from a severe illness? Was it all a trick to hook us up?’
There was no way to confirm what was true and what was false.
Yeah. No, that's good enough.
I can still understand that.
But it wasn't Im Sobyong that really bothered him, it was the horrors that were happening right in front of him.
Other youngsters around him were desperately holding on to the approaching, with a serious and solemn face.
"No, we've had a lot of private lodging! Why do you want to do everything you see!"
"Then I will."
"Accident! The accident was completely done by one man today! Give way, give way!"
"You fought with the leader of the Yacha party!"
"He can't hit it!"
Yang, who had been listening to the conversation, shivered.
So now...… Uh…… I mean…….
Are those little boys fighting to deal with me?’
In the end, one of the bald men, who was wearing different clothes alone behind the scenes, was sneaking out and caught his hair. Yang could not stand it any longer and shouted.
"How dare these bastards know who I am!"
"Oh, get out of here!"
"Wait a minute there! We'll decide soon!"
Yang's shoulders drooped.
The men who were arguing among themselves seemed to be shouting, but one man stepped forward to see if it was finally concluded.
Slightly thin eyes.
a conduit neatly placed over one's head
Compared to other people who couldn't tell whether it was a master or a gangster in the neighborhood, he was definitely a master. He stepped forward and lightly seized.
"The teachings of Yun-jong, the three great disciples of Hawasan...….”
"Yoon-Jong아! It's real!"
"…Bring it on, bandit."Yang Yu-keung immediately changed his mind.
It's a cancellation to say that you look like a master. This bastard was out of his mind, too.
Yang Hye-hee, who grabbed a huge unwoldo, who was a lover, gritted her teeth and rushed to Yoon-jong.
"I'll fix your troubles!"
After a while, Yun-Jong gently wiped the sweat off his forehead with a clean face and politely captured it.
However, Yang was already unconscious to answer.
No, it was meaningless to question the existence or absence of consciousness. A person who's become so bloody will not be able to answer even if he's conscious.
Jo-Gol, Yoo-Esul and Baek Cheon know how to take risks boldly to knock down an opponent if they have the chance.
But Yoon-Jong never got out of line. He never overdoes it and has repeated only the safest attacks.
If you know your opponent is lacking and you can step down, you can say it's a straight sword. However, in the life-and-death situation, where giving up was impossible, there was a scene where a cat was playing with a mouse.
No matter how raw the sneeze was, Yang had no choice but to repeat the attack until his consciousness flew away due to excessive bleeding, and the result was this.
Yoon-Jong turned around looking a little proud.
"I defeated the enemy...….what are those faces?"
But in a different response than expected, he asked really wonderfully. Baek Cheon and the group shook their heads at the same time as they were watching with tired faces.
"Oh, my God, how can a man beat a man until he's like that?"
"…I didn't know being faithful to the basics would be so scary."
It's merciful to kill him quickly.
Well, that's the scary thing about Yun-Jong.
Baek Cheon alternated between Yang and Yoon-jong and thought to himself.
Those who have trained for a year cannot beat those who have learned to catch others early on. However, if you train yourself to hit for a long time, no catch can suffer from that one strike.
Everyone knows, but no one dares to try.
Think about it. Who can train so steadily in monotonous hitting?
It's Yoon-Jong who does it.
A sword that is neither fancy nor unusual, but most of all is faithful to the basics.
If you look at the present, the person who is the most incompetent among the five swords is Yoon-Jong no matter what anyone says. His dance falls short of the priest Jo-Gol.
"After ten years and twenty years, maybe he's the strongest of us.’
It was a strange thing.
Baek Cheon, Yoo-Esul, Yoon-Jong, 그리고 Jo-Gol.
They all had distinct personalities without any resemblance to each other. Not only did they learn the same thing as their personality, but their swordsmanship was all different.
And yet they are getting stronger in their own way. It's different, but it's the same, but it's different.
And not only them...….
Baek Cheon's eyes turned back.
Hwasan's main university, led by Hyun Sang and Ungum, was unilaterally pushing its bandits to wrap up.
As I looked at the power on their swords, I nodded.
Including the small battles in business, there were only three battles. But after three battles, the blackness of the Hwasan disciples was rapidly evolving.
Baek Cheon squatted in the corner as if the whole situation had nothing to do with him and looked at Chung-Myung, who snapped the crepe at Baek-ah.Anyway, really.’
What? Wasan is weak? You're being ridiculous! He's not weak, you're weak!
Baek Cheon laughed as if he couldn't help it. His world has changed completely since I met him.
Baek Cheon, who watched Chung-Myung for a moment, took a deep breath and said.
"Now, let's get this straight."
"We need to hurry to deal with Daveyolchae or something."
Nodding his head, he moved to the bandits who were still fighting.
"But Chung-Myung told me not to help him catch other bandits. Can I go like this now?”
"Don't you think we should just be sitting next to each other, holding a proper amount of black and blinking?”
Except for Chung-Myung, Oh Gum walked toward the bandits, pulling out an iron sword.
Less than a half day later, both of the living quarters were arranged in Hwasan's hands. They began to advance towards the last remaining, Daveyolchae.