Chapter 157: 157
The eyes of the three-year-old trembled.
How did it end up like this?'
The plan was not bad.
After all, it is important to reduce competition in this scramble. And it was more important than anything else to secure one's side.
As long as literary groups such as shamans and Cho Yeong-mun entered this place, there was a limit to themselves. Therefore, he had to somehow find out who would be on his side, unite, and secure optimal power.
And actually he joined forces unharmed and secured power.
It was perfect up to there.
At least until those ridiculous guys show up.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! You son of a b*tc*! I'm telling you to deal with it properly!"
"I'm dealing with you, enough!"
A white-uniformed bastard was gently teasing the big man.
It looks like there's plenty of room, but Sam Sal-gui knows. Now that Baek Cheon is walking a fine line, a single mistake leading to death.
However, he continued to touch the temper of the powerful man, preventing the powerful man from rushing to other students of Hawasan, not him.
The same is true of other students of Hawasan.
In the meantime, I have seen countless Moonites flock around and tyranny. That's why Sam Sal-gui didn't like people who belonged somewhere.
But there is something different about these people.
Their relationship of trust is different from any other Moon faction he has ever seen. They talk bad words about each other, but their bodies somehow try to relieve each other's burden.
You can't win.
That's too much for me.… that Chung-Myung is a male monster. Jang Kang-muk-do, who was not sure if he could survive the 50s, was killed in just 10s.
The blue son of a b*tc* has done something that even the elders of most literary groups would find difficult.
"Monster."
The principle of action is one.
Fight enemies who can win and avoid those who can't win. And that Chung-Myung was obviously in the latter category. You can't win against Chung-Myung even if you die right now.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Even at that moment, his allies were screaming and collapsing. Once broken, the balance quickly broke the battle line without a chance to recover, and the price is death. Or it was an injury.
'Run away.'
The three-year-old has hardened his mind.
And crept back into the background.
In the first place, this place wasn't even a private room. If you decide to run away, you can run away to the cave behind you. If they had known they were at that level, there would have been a few who would have fled.
At least he was lucky to be at the back.
'You can somehow run away and join the fighters who went ahead.'
Now this place is divided into three categories.
Wudang. Those who chase. And those who are right here.
It should also be divided into union, Hawaiian and open, but that's not the case.
The most important thing to note is that even if you run away from here, there is a place to join. If there is no match between the shaman and the chase yet, there is a chance to aim for a turnaround.
So…
Whoops! Whoops!
Chung-Myung's index finger spills blood and falls off. As if it were a signal, the three-year-old turned around and developed a light attack toward the hallway with all his strength.
Screaming!
His body cuts through the wind. Have you ever run this hard in your life?It is a three-year-old ear that was usually confident in Gyeonggong. As he was running with all his strength, it was clear that the Hawaiian guys, who were busy fighting, would never come after him.
'The strong do not survive, but the strong do.'
The three-year-old bit his lips.
Now I run away here, but there are more ahead. They are inferior to those who are here, but in numbers they far outperform those who are here.
If you can coax them well, it won't be so hard to exterminate those Hawaiian guys.
Sam-saeng-gui vowed to pay back this disgrace and put strength in his legs…….
"You son of a b*tc*."
At that moment, a tremendous shock is delivered to the solar plexus of the three-year-old.
"Gasp!"
With the pain of suffocation at the moment, Samsal-gui lost balance and rolled on the floor.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Unable to control his running power, his head is stuck on the floor and rolled back.
"Turn it off…"
Shivering with terrible pain, the three-year-old raised his head. Then a face came into his sight that he never wanted to see.
Chung-Myung.
The monstrous fellow was biting his tongue at the three-year-old ear.
"No, you son of a b*tc*! Even though it's an urgent union here, why are you running away when your colleagues are fighting for their lives? How dare you be such a mean son of a b*tc*?"
"……."
The eyes of the three-year-old trembled.
No…
This guy was dealing with other guys a little while ago, but when will he catch up…….
The three-year-old's head turned sideways. It was too much to check all the common figures because they had already entered the exit for a long time, but it was clear that some of the people who were dealing with Chung-Myung fell to the floor.
"He, he?"
In other words, as soon as the three-year-old began to run, he knocked down all his opponents and chased them.
In a situation that I couldn't understand at all, I forgot the pain of the three-year-old and stared at Chung-Myung blankly.
Yacha, or Chung-Myung's mouth opened.
"Hey."
"……."
Chung-Myung turns his head from side to side.
Wood duck. Wood duck.
The cracking of the bone resonates in his throat.
"You have to be loyal."
I feel something in my ears.
Biting his teeth, he chewed it out.
"Loyalty, loyalty? You want me to risk my life for that d*mn loyalty?"
"Ho?"
Chung-Myung's eyes come to mind when the three-year-old grudges struggle.
"Oh, my God! What loyalty to the first guys I met today!"
"Uh… that's right, too."
Chung-Myung nodded loudly as if he acknowledged it. The eyes of the three-year-old opened wide.
Yes?
Do you admit it?
"There's nothing to worry about. I didn't catch you because you're not loyal."
…then why?
"If I let you go like this, I'm sure you'll be talking to the people in front of you about us."
"……."
Chung-Myung smiles.
"Because I'm not the type to see things like that again."
Looking at Chung-Myung slowly approaching him, Samsal-gui finally closed his eyes.
"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Yoon-jong took a deep breath.
I didn't know at the time of the fight, but after the battle, my whole body trembles.
This is the real thing.
It was completely different from Bimu. The pressure of life at stake dulls the edge of the sword and clouds judgment.
Jo-Gol was just sitting there. His back was soaked with sweat. Yoon-jong approached with a heavy leg and put his hand on his shoulder."Well done."
"No, the death penalty. The death penalty did a great job well."
Jo-Gol spoke in an uncharacteristically demeaning tone.
"You said you'd have to go through the real game to get to know your skills. Now I understand what that means. I didn't know I was this messed up."
It's a mess…
It's a little strange to say.
No matter how much Chung-Myung helped, Yoon-jong and Jo-Gol handled the hand-wringing together. It would be a disaster to know this in Hawasan. Son Myeong's reputation was so high. The two men were not at a level where they could dare compare.
Nevertheless, the reason Jo-Gol says this is simple.
The eyes are abnormally high.'
What Chung-Myung shows. And I can't be happy to win because I'm meeting the standards required by Chung-Myung.
I thought I was just getting to the level that Chung-Myung was talking about, but I realized that I couldn't even do half of what I had in real life.
"There is nothing to be disappointed about."
Then Baek Cheon approached them and said.
"It's natural that we can't perform well in real life. Everyone wants to do as much as they practiced, but it's impossible for anyone."
"Oh…."
"Don't be disappointed, but face it right now. The skills that come out in the real world are your real skills."
"Yes, private residence."
"I'll keep that in mind."
Baek Cheon nodded still.
And just as I was about to add a word, I heard a low grunt behind my back.
"Wow, that's it! It's your real skills."
"Don't…"
"Giggling."
Baek Cheon's forehead is bloodshot.
Chung-Myung was dragging someone's leg along. Baek Cheon didn't bother to identify who was down. I'm sure he's the one who ran away.
Chung-Myung threw the man he dragged into a corner. It was already packed with people drawn by Hwasan's disciples.
No one is dead.
Chung-Myung himself killed two others, but others were unconscious and not dead. I don't know what's going to happen to someone who's injured, but it means that none of the students of Hwasan have given a definite death.
Baek Cheon knew that.
This is not a situation in hand. It's just that Hawasan's disciples aren't ready for murder yet.
Unlike that Chung-Myung.
It's still soft.'
So far this has not been a problem. But in a more urgent situation, in a more horrific battlefield, the reluctance to kill will surely come back to haunt you.
You don't have to kill people on purpose. I can't do that either. But if necessary, murder must be prepared to survive in this rugged stronghold.
"What are you thinking about?"
"……it's nothing."
Baek Cheon sighed as he looked at the slithering Chung-Myung.
I can't keep up.'
Chung-Myung, who hit the neck of the Dara sword briefly without any hesitation, is firmly stuck in his eyes. Perhaps this scene won't fade away from Baek Cheon's mind for a while.
Baek Cheon has stepped up to help Chung-Myung, but he wants to prevent Chung-Myung from killing more.
You could say it's soft. Perhaps that statement is true. But at least anyone who walks the path of morality should avoid unnecessary murder.
No, if it's a human being human.
Chung-Myung turns his head and looks at where the powerful man and his group are lying unconscious."Hmmm."
If Baek Cheon hadn't stepped in, Chung-Myung would have killed them all without any hesitation.
No, in the past, Chung-Myung would have killed everyone even if Baek Cheon intervened.
Still, I don't think it's wrong. Those who seek other people's lives must also be prepared to die. That's the law of the strong.
But how can I say….
'Well, it's not bad.'
You can't go beyond the past just like the past.
Chung-Myung is not changing. It should be Hawaiian that changes. If they will push his back, it won't be bad to lean on his shoulder a little.
"Are you ready?"
"What?"
Chung-Myung grinned.
"Let's go get the shamans now!"
Hwasan's disciples grinned at Chung-Myung's words.
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