Sweat is pouring down like a waterfall.
"Whoo...."
The moment I realized that I was not dead, my whole body began to pour out evidence of life. How sweaty it is, it's hard to open your eyes.
Soon my body began to tremble.
What if it was an inch deeper?'
No, I don't need an inch. If the sword had really stopped a little further down, Jo-Gol would now be a body with a split head.
"Uh...…. Uh-huh."
I wanted to swear, but I can't speak. I couldn't control my trembling body.
Chung-Myung grinned at Jo-Gol like that.
"How do you like it?"
"...What?"
"How do you like it?"
"...."
What do you mean what?
Normally, I might have been able to find words to answer, but Jo-Gol now had no spirit left.
"Feeling like you've died?"
"This..."
Jo-Gol squeezes out the last of his powers.
"Puppy like a foal...…."
"Giggling."
Chung-Myung didn't show any signs of displeasure after being cursed.
It's a matter of course. Jo-Gol must feel like he's back from hell. If he had the strength to carry the sword, he would have rushed to kill Chung-Myung.
"Now, the death penalty is a little off."
Chung-Myung turned around cheerfully. Then he turns to other death penalty people who look at him with tired eyes.
Flinching.
The death penalty that met eyes is all sneaking down.
"Death penalty, death penalty. Give much thought to it."
"...."
"Is it possible that it doesn't fit?"
That son of a b*tc*.
'How did that kind of person come into wasan's'
"Is that what a do-in would say?"'
Looking at Chung-Myung's performance, I could be sure that the Taesang Labor Army would also pour out their passionate insults.
"Come on. Don't drag your time. If you think it's me, let's get out. What? Ambassador?
"...."
Yoon-jong looked at Chung-Myung with a dazed look and turned his head slightly.
"Why don't you go out, Jonghak?"
"Huh? Death penalty. I think he called the death penalty."
"So you're not going out?"
Jong-hak bowed his head as Yoon-jong glared.
'Every human being has become weird.'
Still, there was something called ambassador-like dignity for Yoon-jong in the past, but something has definitely become strange since Chung-Myung came. It's not like Yoon-jong is the only one who's gotten weird.
"Won't you go?"
"...."
Chung-Myung sighed deeply when he saw the death penalty scuffling.
"It's a shame. The death penalty to help each other fight this battle."
'That's for who, man!'
"Have you sold your conscience beforehand?'
"Without you, we're happy." Without you!'
Desperate cries could not bring themselves to speak out.
Looking at them, Chung-Myung nods as if not to worry.
"In essence, the death penalty is one way to unite. Brothership grows automatically when you all go through the same hardship. Don't worry about it. I'll do it fairly for you."
What?
Chung-Myung lifted the sword.
"If you don't come, I'll come. I'm coming!"
Don't do it, you freak!
Whether everyone was appalled or not, Chung-Myung rushed to the three great disciples, spilling the ore. The three frightened disciples ran away screaming, but Chung-Myung chased the death penalty like wolves chasing sheep.
"Aren't you coming?"
"If it were you, would you go? You crazy man!
Yoon-jong, who was screaming, closed his eyes when he saw a knife falling into his head.
"Uh...…."
"Sigh..."
The three great disciples scattered around the smoke ground trembled with their eyes mesmerized."Oh, my mother...…."
"Father, I'll live a good life...."
"Under the bed... I hid beef jerky."
"Can you think of anything like that now? Now?"
Chung-Myung clicked his tongue at the scattered death penalty.
"You did something great."
Although he would have been angry at the usual time, he did not even have the energy to stand up to his current three great disciples. The experience of seeing a real sword falling upon one's head at a terrifying speed, died when it died, and never wanted to do it again.
Yoon-jong stole the sweat flowing down his eyes with trembling hands.
'That son of a b*tc*...….'
It's Yoon-jong who's been beaten countless times by Chung-Myung, but this is a little different. It really feels like I pushed my foot into the threshold of the underworld and managed to get out.
Chung-Myung looked at everyone and opened his mouth.
"How do you like it?"
"...What?"
Jo-Gol, who was the first to get his act together, answered hard.
"Why couldn't you stop him?"
"...Huh?"
"It's an obvious strike. Why didn't you stop him?"
You mean you did this to say that?
Jo-Gol exclaimed in tears.
"Because he's fast! You can't stop it because it's so fast and strong that you can't stop it. That's what a three-year-old kid would know!"
"Really?"
Chung-Myung smiles as if he is satisfied.
"You know it well."
"This..."
Jo-Gol gritted his teeth.
"But why don't the death penalty do that?"
"Huh?"
Jo-Gol looks at Chung-Myung with blank eyes. Just as he is about to say something to refute, Chung-Myung lifts the sword and hits it down.
Screaming!
Dust rises on the floor with the sound of air tearing.
"Simple, isn't it?"
"...."
It is not just Jo-Gol.
Now other death penalty were standing up and looking at Chung-Myung's sword.
"...is this the sword I saw?"
"Yes."
"How many times faster was it? Didn't you do it gently?"
"It's the same, the sword that falls on my head and the sword that I watch from the side cannot be the same."
"...."
Jo-Gol was a smart guy in his own way. Therefore, I could quickly understand what Chung-Myung meant.
"You mean I can do it?"
"That's enough."
Chung-Myung lifted the sword.
"Look."
And then hit again.
Screaming!
Jo-Gol carved the figure firmly into his eyes. It's certainly not like invisible speed or great technology. It's just a quick, plain straight line, hitting the sword with no unnecessities.
Hold the sword and strike.
As soon as the simple movement was done perfectly, the sword man became a painting.
Jo-Gol unwittingly mouthesitatingly.
"This is a strike."
"...."
Jo-Gol burst back into silence.
"If you've built a body, you've got to use a sword to match it. First of all, the lower body."
Chung-Myung stompes on the floor.
"Based on the rigidly fixed lower body, lift the strength up to the waist, transfer the strength to the fingertips, integrate it with the bearing, and hit it at once."
Screaming!
Chung-Myung smiles.
"Easy, huh?"
"...."
After hearing Chung-Myung's explanation, Yoon-jong opens his mouth with a heavy voice.
"I see what you're talking about. So it's better for us now to wield the sword succinctly based on a disciplined body than to pursue a clumsy, fancy sword?"
"There's a blow."
Chung-Myung supplemented Yoon-Jeong's explanation.
"I need a determination not to brandish the sword twice. If you don't kill me at once, I'll die."
Yoon-jong sighed.
'That's why you showed me everything.'It is said that a hundred words are a sight. There's a huge difference between dealing with a sword with a single stroke and hearing it in words. It would not have been easy for people here to understand if they had never experienced Chung-Myung's sword falling on their heads.
"One, Chung-Myung."
Yoon-jong said with a heavy sigh.
"I don't know what you mean, but we are disciples of Hawasan. Would it be meaningful to win this way?"
"What is a disciple of Hawasan?"
"Wouldn't a disciple of Hawasan take down his opponent with the sword technique of the right man?"
Then Chung-Myung looked at Yoon-Jeong with dumbfounded eyes.
"What have I done now?"
"Drop."
"What's the first herbivore of a meat joint?"
"...slash down."
"Well, isn't meat the kendo of Hawasan?"
Chung-Myung looked at it with a sour eye, and Yoon-jong coughed loudly.
"I was short-minded."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Chung-Myung kicked his tongue and looked back at everyone.
"Meat is the foundation of Hwasan, the foundation of Hwasan. Everything in Hawasan starts with meat and ends with meat. By the way!"
Chung-Myung glared his eyes, and those who were stabbed turned their heads.
"Things that can't even open their meat properly are already falling flowers, or even the swordfish!"
"Hmmm."
"Oh, the night air is cool."
"The moon is bright."
The three red-faced disciples looked elsewhere.
"You have to know it right."
Chung-Myung's voice sank low. In the tone of his banter, the death penalty stares at him with serious eyes in unison.
"If you can't cook the meat properly, there's no point in learning other swordsmanship. It's based on all the black meat of Hawasan. Buildings that don't have a foundation can collapse even in small winds. Capital punishment first needs to make what they have perfectly theirs."
Everyone nodded.
I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it with my eyes. But haven't they already been through with their bodies?
'The fallen sword, which seemed so strong, could not stop a single sword.'
A simple strike seemed like the best sword technique in the world.'
It's not the sword that matters, it's the man who uses the sword.'
Jo-Gol stood up and looked at Chung-Myung.
"Chung-Myung아."
"Yes."
"Let me ask you one question."
"Yes."
Jo-Gol sort of organized his thoughts and immediately opened his mouth.
"I know what you mean by meat is important. But we are not you. It may sound silly, but right now we need the power to knock Jong-nam down their noses rather than the strength of the distant future."
"Hmm."
"You're the only one who can pull this off with meat. That's why I'm asking."
Jo-Gol shone in his eyes.
"If we do as you say, can we beat Jongnam?"
Chung-Myung sighed instead of answering.
Jo-Gol bit his lips slightly as he looked at his reaction.
I know it's pathetic.'
He who learns martial arts is not a Jo-Gol who doesn't dwell on private competition and doesn't know he has to look far away. But losing to Jong-nam was an experience I never wanted to do again. That sense of humiliation...….
"What did the death penalty take me for?"
"Huh?"
Chung-Myung glitters his eyes.
"You're losing to Jong-nam? Such a man doesn't deserve to be alive. Where's the student of Hwasan? He's defeated by a scoundrel like Jongnam! I'm going to smash your head!"
Jo-Gol trembled looking at Chung-Myung's eyes, which were glistening with life.
'No, we are, but why are you in Jongnam?'The guy who just got in wasan.
"I told you, I'll let you win."
Chung-Myung picked up the sword and pointed to the death penalty.
"There's no such thing as a good defeat."
"...."
"Winning is all about fighting. Bite your pant leg or sprinkle dirt on your eyes! If you win, it's over! Cowardly? Funny thing to say! You think a man who's been decapitated on the battlefield can talk about cowardice? I'll win by all means!"
It was Chung-Myung, who nonchalantly made a declaration that would bubble if the adults of the private sector heard it.
Jo-Gol grinned at Chung-Myung like that.
This guy used to be like this.'
I felt somewhat relieved.
"So what do we have to do now? How can I use a sword like you?"
"It's simple."
Chung-Myung rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"Let's start with hitting 10,000 times."
"...are you kidding me?"
"No way?"
"Just kidding."
"Ay."
"Joke... ..."
Chung-Myung smiles.
"Will you lose and die? Do you want to die now?"
"...."
Maybe there's a bigger enemy in Hawasan than Jongnam.