Yoon-Jong swung his sword for the first time.
If you wield it with a sword covered, the sword will naturally become heavier and less sophisticated.
But that's not a problem in dealing with them.
Paaah! Paah! Paaaah!
Yoon-Jong's sword, which cut through Ho Gong like an island war, hit the foreheads of the gold swordsmen who were rushing at him.
Not to the point of serious injury, just to the point of unconsciousness.
Overpowering an opponent without injury is twice as hard as taking his or her life. But Yun-Jong's sword moved cheerfully without any problems.
"Hey, you guys!"
"Be careful! They're not ordinary people!"
The Mundos of the Geomgeombu stepped back, frightened by such Yoon-jong's credibility.
"Where the hell did these guys come from?"
"No, I mean, I said I'm from Hwasan…….”
"Don't back off! Are you going to be weak against the Sapa?"
"It's not Sapa!"
When Yoon-Jong swung his arm again, a splendid sword soared from the end of his sword.
"That sly sword! These guys are Sapa, too!"
It's driving me crazy!
No, why don't we open up a plum print test?’
Impulses lifted my head from my mind. But Yoon-Jong shook his head soon.
The plumage test is an inspection that is difficult to control all the swords even for those who demonstrate themselves because there are so many changes. And his twenty-fourth parallel is not yet complete.
If anyone gets hurt while being clumsy, then they may really have to hide the fact that they're the Wasans and get away.
'That's not the only way to die!’
Chung-Myung is the only one who gets into an accident, not them.
So for now...….
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Take it! Twenty-fourth Plum Examiner's Plum Blossom Diagram...….”
"Don't do it, you nutcase!"
A sword thrown reflexively by Yoon-jong was trapped in the back of Jo-Gol's head.
Jo-Gol was driven to the ground as he rushed forward.
Yoon-Jong blinked his eyes, who didn't know he would be beaten this well.
"Are you all right?"
"Are you alive?"
"Oh, yeah. That's a relief."
Yoon-jong, who approached and retrieved the sword, gave a stern admonition.
"In case a man gets hurt, defeat him with the sword and the sword!"
"…is that what a man with a knife in the back of a person's head has to say?"
"It's okay because you're strong.”
……What is a Taoist?
Jo-Gol inadvertently turned his head.
Several "taoists" were clearly seen beating up the soldiers of the Geumgeombu.
"I'm sorry! I'll apologize later! I didn't mean to...…. Oh, my. That's right. Why don't you get away with it?….”
From the perspective of listening to it, Baek Cheon says something that won't be weird even if he dies of a vase.
Yoo-Esul, who wields the sword as if he has no intention of taking care of it once he is stabbed.
"Now I'm good at using seven swords!"
If you look closely, it's still clumsy, but even Dang-Soso, who is showing a pretty "inspection" side.
In front of the skilled (?) fighters, the Geumgeombu fighters were literally swept away like autumn leaves.
Well, there's nothing I can do.’
In Jo-Gol's view, the Golden Sword fighters were too soft and thin to deal with those human weapons.
You're lucky, though.’
There are only people here who know what common sense is.
Jo-Gol, who turned his head, saw the back of his head without common sense.
From now on, Jo-Gol grabbed the sword again, mourning those who had to deal with him."Hahaha."
Would this be the look of a cat that's cornered a mouse?
Chung-Myung's mouth was filled with a satisfying smile.
"Four, three... Three Elders."
And Sang Man-hee's face, which alternately looks at Chung-Myung and the fallen elder, gradually turned muddy.
'The Three Elders...'
Opil, the third elder of the golden examination, is a master that even he can't do without carelessly. No, in terms of skills, it was better than that.
But the mischief is now lying with his eyes peeled and even foam on.
"Oh, what the hell is this?….”
Chung-Myung, who took a long deep breath, turned his head left and right.
Sang Man-hee was overwhelmed by his energy and spoke formally without realizing it. I quickly noticed a mistake, but Chung-Myung didn't give him a chance to correct his words.
"I don't want to talk too long, so get out of my way. He's the one I need to do."
Sang Man-hee swallowed dry saliva without knowing what to do.
He wanted to step down, too, like a chimney. It's obvious from what's going on that he can't handle this lunatic. How can he stop the three elders from giving a single bite?
But he couldn't back down again.
Face is sometimes more important than good in life. What would happen if rumors circulated that the Geumjeombu's carelessness surrendered to the threat of a man who did not know his identity and gave up his student? As of that day, the gold inspector will never be able to carry his face on the floor of the male window again.
In a word, it means that all businesses must be closed.
"Do you think you can intimidate Hawsan's disciples no matter how strong you are?"
So now all he could believe was the power of Hwasan.
However, as soon as I heard that, Chung-Myung's face was distorted.
"But he's been making me upset for a while. How do you manage to take the position of assistant manager with that sense.
"Hey, you stuffy old man! It's about time you noticed! We're Hwasan Farrah!"
Chung-Myung raised his finger and pointed to Jinyang Gon.
"He's a crook!"
Sang Man-hee slowly turned to Chung-Myung's point. There was Jinyang Gon, a pale complexion.
He still looked relaxed with his expression, but his face or sweat cannot be controlled. Sang Man-hee's mouth slowly opened as he looked at his pale forehead in a cold sweat.
"Stop, don't tell me....”
The moment his pupils caused an earthquake.
"Protect the rich!"
"Inno ooh ooh ooh!"
Seeing Chung-Myung in the vice-presidential office, the soldiers of the gold inspection department rushed into the room without looking back.
Normally, that high loyalty would have been more than happy. But at this moment, Sang Man-hee blamed the loyalty.
Those who flew into the room at once attacked Chung-Myung from all sides.
And at that moment.
Chung-Myung got annoyed and stepped forward strongly.
Blue light gushed out of both eyes. Soon Chung-Myung's fist neatly raised the chin of the man who rushed from the lead.
The person who was directly hit by the chin jumped up in a straight line like a shot of shell and was stuck in the ceiling.
A neat turn kick was subsequently lodged in the side of the man who was rushing in.
With the sound of the wind leaking from the swollen drum skin, the bent tooth like a shrimp bounced back faster than the speed at which it was running.It's all over the place!
The flying body was stuck in the wall, but unfortunately the weak wall couldn't hold his body. The image of the person who pierced the wall as it was disappeared from view as if it had never existed in the first place.
Chung-Myung's eyeglasses poured into the people who rushed one after another.
Then, they belatedly realized that something was wrong and tried to step back. However, they were human, so it was impossible to straighten up their bodies, which had been rushing with all their might.
The world's most grievous face burst into their eyes, blue as a blight.
"Don't you understand?"
Chung-Myung's fist filled Ho Gong.
It was a disorderly fist, not necessarily a herbivore. But if the promiscuous movement created dozens or hundreds of powerhouses, and even that power was pouring in at a ridiculous rate, it was already a great herbivore in itself.
A round fist stuck in the eyelid of the leader.
The pain that fits the word dizziness spread.
However, even before a scream of pain came out of the open mouth, another punch was applied to the jaw, followed by dozens of blows pouring all over the body like rain.
It's no exaggeration to say that it's a wall made of almost fists.
As if a huge wall had collapsed and hit people, punches poured down on everyone.
Those who were hit by fists jumped into Ho Gong like frogs whose children rushed to the ground and kicked.
When I saw a person who was not a rock or a frog flying around in the distance, I wasn't sure if this was real.
Chung-Myung, who blew away all those who were rushing from all directions, was lucky to slip and approached the man who avoided the shower of punches.
My son-in-law became quiet for a moment.
The moment we met eyes.
Holding the fallen man by the collar, Chung-Myung, needless to say, climbed onto it and swung his fist.
"People, huh? If you're smart, you should be quick!"
"I'm talking! I'm on the Wasan side, huh? Haven't you heard of the Wasans?”
"No, man! I have to prove that I'm a Hwasanian in my life. Why? Should I put plum blossoms around my head? Do you want me to tattoo you with plum blossoms?
A person with a neat chin ended up drooping with a bubble in his mouth.
Chung-Myung then lifted himself up, kicking his tongue.
"That's why I told you to talk.”
When? When on earth...….
Unfortunately, however, Sang Man-hee had to swallow the question only in his mind. Because that demon suddenly stared at him.
When Chung-Myung warmed up his voice and clenched his fist, a creepy bone sound rang. I've heard that sound countless times in my life, but now I have goosebumps all over my body.
"If you still can't believe it, how can you check it out with your body?”
Sang Man-hee shook his head violently.
To be honest, he didn't care if this was a Hwasan disciple or an impostor who impersonating Hwasan.
I just found out one thing for sure. The fact that if he spits out his words, "I still don't believe it," he will soon collapse and cramp down like the people around him.Chung-Myung tilted his head.
"Do you believe that?”
"Me, I believe……"!”
As Sang Man-hee stammered and shouted, Chung-Myung smiled pleasedly.
"As expected, if you treat them sincerely. Wow! I knew it."
Sang Man-hee was mesmerized.
Surely he has treated everyone with all his heart. I've never seen a man who really beats people like that in my life.
"Huh? Oh…. Oh, yeah!"
"If you understand, please step aside for a moment...….”
Chung-Myung, who was grinning and talking, flinched for a moment. Then he turned his head left and right.
His face was instantly distorted like a thoracic.
"Where's this bastard?"
Sang Man-hee looked back in surprise.
The seat where Jinyang Gon was sitting was empty. Sang Man-hee disappeared with a bunch of vouchers he gave to him.
"No, how dare this bastard run away?"
Fire erupted from Chung-Myung's eyes.
He gazed at the wide open window in the back and gritted his teeth.
"I was going to kill you half, but you're just dead! You impostor!"
Chung-Myung, who was about to rush forward, turns his head and looks at Sang Man-hee.
Sang Man-hee crumpled his neck unknowingly at the perverse gaze. Chung-Myung said as if he were being chewed.
"If you miss him, you'll die, too.”
"I'm going to grind it to see if it's gold or not. I'm begging you to hold on!"
At the end of that remark, the floor burst up for an instant, and at the same time, Chung-Myung's image disappeared from Sang Man-hee's eyes.
Sang Man-hee stared at the spot where Chung-Myung was standing a while ago. At that time, Hawsan Ogum arranged all the gold swordsmen and wandered into the second chamber. They looked around and sighed.
"Where are you?"
"He must have vomited."
"Chung-Myung must have chased him."
"Ha... It's really running dirty today. Let's go!"
Before long, they stormed in and blew themselves over the window.
Sang Man-hee, who was left all of a sudden, looked at the window and turned away. Deaths, groans, and wailing came from all over the place.
"Oh, my God, I'm going to die...….”
"Oh, my back...….”
Sang Man-hee collapsed on the spot.
"What the hell is going on here. This is……."
There is no leaf left in the place where the typhoon Chung-Myung swept away.