Chapter 102: 102
"Look over there."
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung pointed to unarmed and said to Yoon-Jong.
While Jo-Gol walked in, Jong-nam's disciples were returning to their places carrying Gong-jin, who had collapsed.
"What do you think of Jong-nam's kids?"
"What do you mean?"
"Is it strong or weak?"
"Of course it's strong."
Chung-Myung slightly frowns at Yoon-jong's answer and looks at him.
"And the death penalty beat the strong one?"
"Mo, don't drive me. The truth is, what can we do?"
Cheung-Myung, who giggles, nods.
"Sesi, yes, Seji. He's very strong for his age. But on the contrary, it's also weak."
"……what do you mean?"
"I learned too much for what I had to learn at that age."
"Isn't it good to learn and learn a lot?"
"Death penalty."
Chung-Myung reaches out and draws the shape of the house.
"Moohak is like building a tower. How strong the floor is and how strong the floor below determines how tall the tower can be built."
"……right."
"But they put up two stories before they finished building the first floor, and three stories before they finished building the second floor. I'm reinforcing the lower floor while continuing to raise the floor."
"……."
"What do you think would happen if they hit a perfectly first-floor tower?"
"It's going to collapse.
"That's it."
Chung-Myung said in a trifle.
"All I did was remove all the wood from the first floor of the death row and pile up the stones. It's hard to build, but once it's built, it doesn't collapse easily."
"……I don't understand. That's what the training meant?"
"What's the basis of ignorance?"
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung's face gets a little serious.
"There is one fundamental element of mathematics. Using my body perfectly and hitting the opponent accurately. In that one, the roots stretch out, the stem forms, and the branches spread out. I just let the death penalty focus on its roots."
"Hmm."
"Look."
Chung-Myung pointed to unarmed. Jo-Gol was intertwined with Jong-nam's disciple who came out before he knew it.
"With an unshakable lower body, a neat sword, an eye to look at everything calmly. And more than anything……."
Jo-Gol's sword pushes the opponent's sword and hits.
"Concentration to squeeze all the strength out of the body in a single blow."
Screaming!
Chung-Myung smirks.
Jong-nam's disciple falls to the floor, and Jo-Gol looks at the opponent in front of him with a puzzled look. Turning his head this way shows that he does not believe what he has done.
"That's all I need now. That's enough to knock down all kids around the same age."
Of course that's not all.
Chung-Myung perfectly absorbed the effects of plum blossoms, which are usually half spilled. And Chung-Myung has been training since he first came to Hawaii, creating a body that's second to none.
If you don't lag behind the body and the history, the game will be decided in your skill in swordsmanship. And those who are half-baked in this and that will never win a game of death.
Jo-Gol returns to his place and looks at Chung-Myung with blank eyes. Then, following him, the next three great disciples jumped up unarmed.
He's totally on the high horse.
He seems to be full of desire to fight quickly and confirm his achievement."I still don't understand. If this is so easy……why didn't the other faction train like that?"
"Easy?"
Chung-Myung twists his head.
"I guess you've had a lot of training, haven't you?"
"Oh, no. That's not what I meant. It's conceptually easy.…."
"Death penalty."
"Huh?"
"Can the death penalty study two-thirds of the day, keep a good attitude in the rest of the day, sincerely support the parents, do not deceive the weak, do not covet wealth, do courtesy with comfort, do not lose respect, treat friends with sincerity, and live with loyalty to the country?""
"I can't."
"Why can't you do it? If you keep that promise, you'll become a superior."
"It's him……."
Yoon-jong shut up. I think I know what Chung-Myung is saying.
Everyone knows how to be a true superior. But two or three people throughout the time, who are called the real masters of that condition throughout their entire lives. That's just about it in this vast land of the middle ground.
In other words, ordinary people cannot even do what they know clearly.
"Continuous falling water pierces rocks, too. Always be serious and steady. Nothing is more important than effort. The good men endlessly emphasize hard work and hard work. Do you know why?"
"Well…."
"People can't do that."
Chung-Myung grinned.
In fact, so was Chung-Myung in the past. In the past, he has always craved stronger swordsmanship, higher ground, even though he has been told countless times that basics are more important.
Even at the end of his life, he only looked up, but did not look down.
What I found out after I died.
"I train myself to death, push myself to the limit every time, and I do my best. If you actually do that nonsense……."
Chung-Myung pointed to unarmed with a chin.
Gasp!
Another disciple of Jongnam falters and retreats. The face of frustration is very impressive. And Hawasan's disciple pushed Jongnam's disciple without giving him a chance.
"That's what happens."
"……."
"Usually, I know, but I don' Because people can't push themselves that hard. Who forces you to do that? They'll make a fuss in three days saying they can't lie down. Or run away."
Yoon-jong nodded.
Didn't they do that, too? Chung-Myung is the one who grabbed it by the collar and dragged it by force.
"You… …"
"It's the death penalty."
Chung-Myung said firmly.
"This is."
"……."
"By the time I endured it, the game was already. There's nothing more to see. Those who can't see under their feet and only look above their feet have no place to step. If a bird that hasn't grown wings jumps up to the sky, then we know."
Chung-Myung clicked his tongue when he saw Jongnam's student being carried away.
"There's nothing on my feet. Then you'll fall, just like now."
Yoon-jong's eyes trembled.
I thought it was too much training. There have been many times when I really wanted to swear like crazy at coercive training methods.
But I held it in. However, he endured it with the thought that rolling and rolling would somehow make him stronger. And all that training was looking this far?
Where the hell did he learn this stuff?'
It was Yoon-Jeong who couldn't understand Chung-Myung at all.But one thing is for sure.
Whoops! Whoops!
Another Jongnam disciple falls to the floor.
I can tell.
His priests are not that far apart. At least the 10 players who represented the team were all equal except for Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol.
In other words, there was such a big difference from the previous one, which means that the result of the next one will not change.
In other words…
You're gonna win?
The three great disciples of Hawasan to Jongnam?
To Jongnam?
Now I realize it.
They are now winning against Jongnam. That's the end of the world.
"Wow, are we winning?"
No one could answer what Yoon-Jong said. There is no denying what is happening before your eyes, but it is not easy to believe it. I've never thought that I could beat Jongnam as a student of Hwasan.
But I didn't have to believe it.
No matter what you think, the beam is going on, and the result is real in front of them.
One person
Another one.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
With a shrill scream, the rhinestone ends.
In an instant, ten bimoos are finished.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I won! Aaaaaah!
"I won everything! d*mn it!"
"Chung-Myung아! We did it! We did it! We are!"
The three great disciples clench their fists and cheer. Some of them even shed tears. Even the great disciples were running to them and lifting up their temperament.
It feels like a festival was held.
Ten wins in a row.
All three great disciples won the victory over Jongnam's disciples.
Ten consecutive wins following ten consecutive losses.
It is too obvious which side will have a better momentum and which side will have a greater sense of victory.
At last, the three great disciples of Hawasan defeated the three great disciples of Jongnam.
"Chung-Myung아!"
Yoon-jong grabbed Chung-Myung's hand with a thrilled face.
"We won! We won! Thanks! Thanks to you……."
It was a moment when Yoon-jong was about to bring up his hidden heart, which he really didn't want to say.
"Win?"
The atmosphere cools down rapidly as if cold water has poured on it with a sour voice.
Everyone's eyes are on Chung-Myung. And they saw. Chung-Myung's head is tilted sideways.
What's wrong with him?'
Here we go again. My heart is pounding again!
He opens his mouth still, receiving everyone's anxious eyes.
"This one?"
"……what else are you going to say?"
"I've already lost ten times. Isn't it a tie if I win ten times like this?"
That's right.
"But where is it……."
"The death penalty doesn't seem to know."
"Huh?"
"There can be no such thing as a draw in my vocabulary!"
Chung-Myung began to blink again.
Oh, come on.
Let's be careful when the mood is good. Chung-Myung, come on!
"Woo-hoooooooooooooooooooooo-oo? Is it a tie with Jong-nam? If I do that, I'll be embarrassed and never be able to carry my face around!"
Shovel and ill even to death to go beyond the veil.
Jang Moon-hyung will smile softly and poke the words that stick in his chest like a dagger. What about the other death penalty? I'm sure I'll tie him up and drag him around and flip him around.
I'm not gonna see that.'
There was a spark in Chung-Myung's eye.
I didn't even start if I was going to end up with a draw.
You're still paying me back for taking away the plum blossoms of your life, and you're sending them back to me in the presence of a long-haired man and ignoring Hwasan?Then it's not Chung-Myung.
Chung-Myung began to grin.
"It's just the beginning. Ah, it's just the beginning. Now! They can't walk back. Hahaha."
Looking at Chung-Myung's crazy eyes, the three great disciples began to retreat.
"It's completely gone.'
"Did he get stabbed to death by a pro-Nam guy in his past life?" Why does Jong-nam's eyes turn like that?'
"What more are you gonna do if you're not good enough?"
It was that moment.
Chung-Myung jumped out of his seat. At the same time, Yoon-jong jumped to his feet.
"Hey, hey! Stop him……."
"The death penalty!"
Just as Yoon-jong was about to shout out loud as usual, Chung-Myung spoke in a cold voice that was not like him.
"Huh?"
Pressed by the momentum, Yoon-jong looks at Chung-Myung with bewildered eyes.
"From now on, don't miss a single move I'm doing. It's all the same. Okay?"
Chung-Myung heads off to the non-stage as the death penalty nods.
Everyone looked at the back like they were possessed.
It was the back of the man who led Hawasan, who will now see countless times.
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