Chung-Myung's gaze shifts slowly from left to right.
And those who caught Chung-Myung's eyes glanced away without making eye contact.
Don't make eye contact.
He's got me today.'
Just by looking at Chung-Myung's sparkling eyes, it seems obvious that he will not be able to return if he gets caught for nothing. The three great disciples desperately turned away from Chung-Myung's eyes.
"I..."
Chung-Myung's mouth leaks a voice that sounds like it's coming from hell.
"I don't want to lose to Jong-nam."
His eyes glisten with madness.
You're going to pee.'
"No, that kind of guy came in and...….'
"He's even crazier today. Is it because it's Boreum?'
"People have pride. How could you lose to the end of the war?"
Even if everyone else fell for it, Chung-Myung couldn't admit it. Even if you lose to Jong-nam who didn't do anything, you'll still be sick, and you'll be punished by the evil men who stole the plum blossoms?
I'm glad I didn't die suddenly from a vase.
"The death penalty must be won. I'll make it that way."
"...."
Everyone was desperate to get out of Chung-Myung's spell somehow.
But when people are gathered this much, there must be at least one person who doesn't know what's going on.
"By the way..."
It was Jo-Gol.
He asked with wonderless eyes.
"What did you mean earlier? What do you mean, we can die?"
"Oh?"
Chung-Myung smiled as he watched Jo-Gol coming back.
"Death penalty, death penalty, come out."
"...me?"
Jo-Gol raised his finger and pointed to his face.
"Yes."
"...."
Jo-Gol looks around a little. Other death penalty are nodding happily at him.
Jo-Gol's mouth opened wide with a rush of betrayal.
Bad guys.
Where did you take all the loyalty of the death penalty and sell it? Before that Chung-Myung came to Hawasan, there was a strong loyalty to help each other, but when did this place become so harsh?
"Get out of here, come on. Quickly."
"Large, big brother."
Jo-Gol last looks back at Yoon-Jong, who coughs in vain and nods.
"Get out of here."
"This dog..."
There was no backbiting.
Eventually, with his head down, Jo-Gol trudged forward like a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse. Yoon-jong seemed to see a leash wrapped around Jo-Gol's neck.
Chung-Myung says while looking at Jo-Gol coming forward.
"You said you wanted to count, didn't you?"
"...right."
"It's actually a little strange to say...."
Chung-Myung smiles. It's kind of bleak to see the guy with the knife smiling.
"The executions have already been strong enough."
"...Huh?"
"The training I've done has not been futile."
Jo-Gol narrowed the gap between the eyes.
"Not a chance for Jong-nam yet?"
"Well, I guess so."
Chung-Myung rolled his brain still.
Did you say that Isong Baek is one of the strongest students in Jongnam University?'
The other death penalty against Isong Baek certainly seemed to be the strongest of them all. To infer the level of the three great disciples based on the basis of him...….
'That's similar to what I thought.'
Jo-Gol can compete, and Yoon-Jong needs luck. But the other three great disciples will never win.
Of course, competition can vary sharply depending on the physical condition and luck of the day, but unless luck follows, the three great disciples of Hwasan will not be depicted beating Jongnam's three great disciples.
"But it's not because the death penalty is weak.""...then?"
"I made a body, but I'm doing the same thing as before."
"Huh?"
Body?
Jo-Gol sneaked his head down and looked at his body.
'It's different.'
Thanks to Chung-Myung's training and taking the medicine, the three great disciples became so strong that they could not lose any weight in sound.
When I look at the muscles that are split, I can't help but smile.
Of course, it's not just good to look at.
After adjusting to the training, they all realized that their bodies had become several times stronger than in the past. The black is fast and strong, and the lower body is rock-solid.
"But it's the same thing. What's wrong with what you're doing?"
"I'm telling you that from now on."
Chung-Myung smiled and approached Jo-Gol.
The play.
Chung-Myung's sword scratched the floor and made a grating sound. Jo-Gol gulps his dry saliva and looks at Chung-Myung approaching.
"Death penalty."
"Huh?"
"Why do you think capital punishment learns swords?"
"...it's him..."
The answer is already there, as Hwasan says.
He controls his body through the sword, and ends up reaching the limit. The sword at the gate is just a way of training to get to the province.
But he wouldn't want an answer like that.'
If I say this for no reason, I'm sure I'll get cursed at for saying obvious things.
So...
"Isn't it to defeat the opponent?"
"Wow!"
Chung-Myung clapped.
"I can't believe that's the answer from the death penalty's head. What a surprise. Thank you for the typical black man's answer, which is not suitable for the doe."
...I should have just said the obvious answer.
Chung-Myung nods his head.
"You're half right. It's to win. So what do we have to do to win with the sword?"
"Why don't you just get stronger?"
Jo-Gol, who noticed that no matter what the answer was, was swearing at him anyway, answered without hesitation.
"That's it."
But this time, Chung-Myung unexpectedly admits Jo-Gol's answer.
"You can be stronger. If you're stronger than your opponent, you win. I mean, it's a different meaningful."
"...it's a little hard to understand."
"Simple."
Chung-Myung grinned and lifted the sword.
"Now, the death penalty and I are going to work. Try every possible means of capital punishment. I'm just gonna do one punch."
"...Really?"
"Yes."
Jo-Gol narrowed the gap between the eyes.
"You're ignoring me too much, aren't you?'
Jo-Gol has already had numerous experiences with Chung-Myung. No matter how hard he tried, he knew better than anyone that it was impossible to beat Chung-Myung at this point.
But this is a little different story.
No matter how wide the gap is, it is a matter of pride to lose to Chung-Myung, who only uses hitting.
I'll show you how strong I've become.'
Jo-Gol clenched his teeth and lifted the wooden sword.
"And you're gonna go with the real sword?"
"Yes."
"...I'm saying this because I'm old."
"No way."
Why don't you give me a clear answer?
You're not going to cut me?
Jo-Gol nodded with a wistful face. I'm sure you're thinking about it.
"Shall we get started?"
"Whoa?"
Chung-Myung smiled subtlely as Jo-Gol lifted the wooden sword confidently.
"I think you've gained some confidence in the death penalty."
" Due to the training to death."
"Hmmm."
Chung-Myung also smiled and lifted the sword.
'Confidence, that's good.'
He who uses the sword must always be confident. It's hard for a person who doesn't believe in himself to show his or her ability.
But...
It's still a little early.If I were a chicken, I would admit it, but the three great disciples are still only chicks. It is natural to be excited about Hwasan because he is developing into a rising spirit, but now is not the time to be confident, but to strengthen his inner self.
Now let me know that.
Jo-Gol stares at Chung-Myung with sharp eyes. If you look at the eyes, there is no other first-rate inspection.
"Be prepared!"
"Huh?"
"No self-interest! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Jo-Gol screamed and jumped at Chung-Myung. His eyes were burning with self-interest, overshadowed by the word self-interest.
It is embarrassing that I can see his will to die after hitting one even if he dies.
What did I do so wrong?'
If others heard it, they would have bitten bubbles and pointed fingers, but fortunately, no one here learned to read.
Chung-Myung kicks his tongue and avoids Jo-Gol's sword.
"Burn it!"
However, Jo-Gol's sword begins to make a dizzying change, as if it were rightly expected.
Falling sword.
Jo-Gol was adept at unfolding the fallen sword, even though it had not been a month since the transfer began. The Falling Black, combined with Chilseongbo, was colorful and sophisticated enough for those who did not know the sword to automatically exclaim.
'I'm sure he's talented.'
Chung-Myung looks at Jo-Gol with new eyes.
Jo-Gol is second only to none of Hawasan's, given his innate talent for the sword. Talent alone is never behind Jongnam's Isong Baek.
'However.'
Chung-Myung grinned.
Don't you think you need to step on the sprouts once in a while to grow better?
This is not self-interest at all. Only hope for the growth of Jo-Gol.
Chung-Myung grabbed the sword tightly.
"You're doing better than I thought. Capital punishment?"
"...Are you good?"
"Yes, I think Jo-Gol's death penalty is unilateral."
Yoon-jong smiled bitterly.
"You can see it, you can see it."
"Yes?"
"You're unilaterally driven, but you can't even touch the hem of your clothes."
"Oh...."
When others paid attention to Jo-Gol's sword, Yoon-Jeong paid attention to Chung-Myung's movements.
A pedometer?
It's not like that either.
Just walk away when you approach, hit and miss. Chung-Myung was avoiding Jo-Gol's sword by taking every step in moderation.
If you look at it, it feels like you're looking at a well-organized sword dance, not a dallyeon.
Every step of the way, Jo-Gol's sword cuts Ho Gong as if he intentionally avoids Chung-Myung.
"How far do I know what he's'
The only time Yoon-jong was able to deal with Chung-Myung was when he was beaten or trained with him.
A few months have passed since Chung-Myung came to Hawaii, but this is the first time I've seen him performing martial arts from the side.
That's why I could tell.
How different they are from Chung-Myung.
"Gain!"
Jo-Gol clenched his teeth and shook his sword.
I can't get caught.
It's like fighting a ghost. Chung-Myung avoids his sword casually, even though his sword fills the space as colorful as petals fluttering in the wind.
Just one piece.
When stabbed, the sword stops in front of an inch, and when struck, it passes by the inch of the shoulder. And when swung, the mere flick of his head turns all the changes his sword makes into nothing.
It's gloomy.
When I played Chung-Myung before, I didn't even know how to lose. But isn't it different this time? I can't even touch my collar even though I'm doing my best.Jo-Gol clenched his teeth and gave the sword a bearing.
"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Jo-Gol's sword glows blue.
"Sword?"
"The priest's sword?"
The voice coming from behind Jo-Gol's back was out of reach.
Jo-Gol developed the sword of death solely with the determination to cut Chung-Myung. but
"That's it."
At that moment, Chung-Myung suddenly steps forward and lifts the sword above his head.
Jo-Gol looked.
The sight of Chung-Myung lifting the sword.
In a slow-moving world as if time had stopped, only Chung-Myung's sword is moving slowly at its own pace. Just natural motion, like the wind blowing and the water flowing water.
'What about this?'
The sword that pointed correctly to the sky stops.
And
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Chung-Myung's sword falls over Jo-Gol's head with a groovy sound that sounds like tearing up his eardrum.
'Dying...'
Jo-Gol couldn't close his eyes and looked at the sword hitting his head. At the moment, the life he has lived so far passes by in front of him.
Chung-Myung's sword touched Jo-Gol's head before even realizing it was a taillight.
Screaming!
Then the sword stops touching Jo-Gol's forehead with the sound of a leather drum popping.
Flop.
Sitting on the floor, Jo-Gol looked at Chung-Myung with a soulless face.
Chung-Myung smiled and opened his mouth.
"How does it feel to be dead?"
"...."
It's like... ..I think it's a little boring.
Uh... well.