Return of Mount Hua Sect

next day

Yoon-jong opened his eyes half way.

Why am I sleeping here?'

The memory...

Ah me!

Yesterday, Chung-Myung was beaten one more time and fell asleep like a faint.

Huh? Is that what they call a fainting?

Anyway...

I don't want to wake up.'

When I open my eyes, the hell will repeat itself. I don't mean to avoid training, but to be honest, it's really...….

"Ugh……."

Yoon-jong raised his head.

Because he heard someone crying in his ears.

"Are you crying?"

Yoon-jong, who raised himself, turned his head and found a place where crying came out. It was Jo-Gol lying on the floor not far away. Yoon-jong quickly shook off his seat and ran to him.

"Walk, walk, walk. Are you all right?"

"Death, death penalty……Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Death penalty!"

"Are you injured or something?"

Jo-Gol looked up with a face as if the world had collapsed. Yoon-jong looked at him like that with a serious face.

Jo-Gol, he knows, is one of the men who is manly and never despair under any circumstances. Seeing Jo-Gol squeezing tears and runny nose like this, it is clear that it burst even if it happened.

"The death penalty... ..has a history of...…. My history."

"History? Are you wearing an internal injury?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…, I've got a hell of a history."

"……."

What did he say, dude?

"……but why are you crying?"

"The death penalty has increased in history!"

"But why are you crying? You crazy man!"

Jo-Gol made a hell of a mess of frustration.

"Now that we've had a hell of a history, we should do more of this!"

What?

Now that I hear about it, I see.

"If you're out of shape, you don't have to get hit from today! Why do I feel so strong when I've been hit? Why does this make sense?"

"……."

Yoon-Jong unwittingly turned away his energy.

"……it's real?"

It is evident that the history has increased.

This was a real surprise.

What does it run in history?

It runs in the background that you have to accumulate and accumulate for the rest of your life. After a whole year of hard work,

Oh, that's better than a year ago.'

It means that you can realize it.

But I can't believe my body has improved in just one day.

That's ridiculous things like that.….

"It's working. It's absorbed."

Yoon-jong grabbed Danjeon without realizing it. It was clear that the energy of the mixed fabric, which was filled with the Danjeon, was absorbed into the body.

In other words...….

"The d*mn thing that I don't know whether to call it interrogation and blood... .. or whole-body assault worked."

Before I knew it, it was Baek Cheon. The look on his face looked bitter.

"……it is."

Yoon-jong was slightly confused by this delicate situation.

Should I really like this? Or should I hate it?

"Well……."

Baek Cheon bit his lips as if he was speechless.

'What a ridiculous thing to do.'

You can absorb energy by beating people, and if this happens, all the civilizations in the middle of the country would have become a gang......oh, is it still a gang?

Then the source of all the work loiter towards them.

"What are you whispering about?"

"Turn it off."

Baek Cheon made a groaning sound.

"I've got a history."

"Of course. I had such a hard time yesterday because of that!"

Oh, do you?

But the person who worked hard looks very refreshing.

"It's not a matter of course……."

Baek Cheon sighed.

"I have nothing to say now that the results are like this, but I just don't understand. Basically, wasn't interrogation and blood supposed to release blocked blood?""Similar, and what I've done is a little different from interrogation and blood."

"……then?"

"I'm just punching you."

"……."

Baek Cheon's hands wince on the sword.

Maybe we should cut this thing down here to bring peace to the world.

If I could.

"How does that work?"

"Tsk."

Chung-Myung clicked his tongue like it was annoying.

In the past, it would have been troublesome to explain, so I would have grabbed his hair and dragged him to do as he was told, but now he has to explain.

Chung-Myung reached out and tapped Baek Cheon on the chest.

"How did you make this?"

"Huh?"

"I mean these muscles."

Baek Cheon slipped his head down and looked at his chest. There are certainly solid muscles there. The muscles were not as tight as this before training by Chung-Myung.

The body became like this as a result of overworking the body with iron lumps with the three great disciples.

"I trained."

"Then why do I get muscles when I train?"

"It's him……."

Baek Cheon shut up.

I didn't really question it because it was so obvious. There are countless words to answer, none of which is clear.

"It's simple, you get hurt."

"……what do you mean?"

"I'm tearing up my muscles."

Chung-Myung slightly twisted his hand.

Yoon-jong, who was listening next to him, asks with his head tilted.

"If you hurt your muscles, they'll get bigger?"

"It's not just muscles. Everywhere is bigger than before when you get hurt. The wound swells up, and the broken bones get thicker than before. It depends on the situation, but most of them do."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"In reverse, what is the best way to train your body?"

"……I get hurt."

"It sounds ignorant, but it's true. It's even a standard way of training for the outside world. Well, you whip your body out of a commotion.Isn't it famous for training the outer air by shoveling your hands into hot sand?"

Baek Cheon nodded blankly.

Although it is difficult to sympathize with the story because it is an inspection, I have heard of such training in the literature that uses external skills such as Sorim.

"But isn't that a way to train the outside world?"

"We have similar training in Hawaii."

"Huh? Us?"

"Didn't your grip rip countless times when you first used the wooden sword?"

Baek Cheon glanced down and looked at his hand. A solid callus that must be present for inspection catches his eye.

"……I did."

"And now? It won't rip, right?"

"Right."

"The more you hurt yourself, the harder you get. Too much can be toxic, but the proper wound makes the body stronger."

"Wow……"

Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung with admiration.

"Why?"

"No, uh...."

And he says looking at Chung-Myung with a slightly subtle look.

"I never imagined you'd have this theory in your head."

"……."

Then, those who were listening by his side also help him out.

"It's a surprise."

"I thought you were a race to eat when you're hungry and fight when you're angry."

"I had a head."

"……."

No, these bastards?

Chung-Myung's cheeks trembled.

"You want me to show you what I really don't have?"

"Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

"Is it going to rain? The weather is...."

Chung-Myung shot them all with his ax eyes and continued.

"It's basically the same story."

"……What?"

"The same goes for the history."

"……."

The absurdity was young in Baek Cheon's eyes.So what is Chung-Myung saying right now?

"Internal injuries give you a history?"

"Right."

"What are you talking about? How can an internal injury be the same as a trauma? If internal injuries are severe, people die."

"People die even if the trauma is severe."

"Well, that's true."

Chung-Myung sighed.

"History doesn't make any difference. An internal injury means that in the end, you're going to lose your energy. In the process of recovering the damaged energy again, it must be recovered stronger than in the past."

"But I've rarely seen such a case."

"Of course, there's a limit to the energy you can gather by luck. But there's an energy in the body that can be absorbed even if you don't have to drive, right?"

"Uh...…."

Baek Cheon nodded in spite of himself.

Now there's a mixed fabric in his body. His ability cannot absorb this energy in a short period of time, but it is true that it exists.

"Does the body absorb it on its own?"

"That's the result, isn't it?"

Chung-Myung shrugs.

"It's not a very difficult story. If you cut the bleeding part properly and cause a proper internal injury, the body craves energy to recover from it. Then you'll find another energy in your body and use it. In the process, energy becomes stronger than it used to be."

Chung-Myung waved his fingers.

"Energy. Body. Simple logic that works either way."

"……."

Chung-Myung smirked at the sight of the death penalty, looking blankly at it with faces that he couldn't understood.

It's gonna be hard.

It's not the knowledge that the literature teaches.

This is the knowledge Chung-Myung has mastered through countless battles.

In fact, this theory was completed at a crossroads between life and death, as a result of very light application to the level and safety of the death penalty.

It is natural that those who have not learned it with their bodies find it difficult to understand.

"There's no need to understand."

Wood!

There was a crack in Chung-Myung's fist.

"If the head doesn't understand, the body will understand!"

"……."

Crunch. Crunch.

Chung-Myung, who twisted his neck from side to side, came toward them, waving his hands.

"I think it's just a comfortable fight. If you fight, you'll get hit anyway, so you feel comfortable, right?"

No.

That's not comfortable at all.

Chung-Myung아. I think you're thinking wrong, but there's no case in the world where you're right and comfortable.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

"What better training than this? I'll give you a hands-on experience. Literally, I'll let you use up all your strength. In the meantime, I'll extend your history. Oh, I would have been twice as strong if I had a master like him."

"You'd run away before that, you nut job!"

"Giggling."

Chung-Myung had a big smile.

"It's all right, it's all right. I won't die. I won't die. Have you heard of anyone who died in training?"

I've never heard of it.

Of course you won't. Because if I die at this rate, I won't hear it.

You can't hear me anyway, man!

Baek Cheon sighed deeply.

A thousand dollars boiled inside, but for now pressed down on the complaint.

Then he grabbed the handle of the sword with a suddenly serious face and shouted at Chung-Myung, who was bragging in front of him.

"Never mind!"

"Huh?"

"So, you're saying that if you endure this assault under the guise of training, you'll be much stronger in the short term?""Of course."

Chung-Myung nods his head with a face that has no hesitation.

"That's a very nice sound."

Come to think of it, there is no better chance than this.

You fight that monster twice a day, not to mention the history. It's like an opportunity you've dreamed of if you'

"However."

Baek Cheon gritted his teeth.

"You'd better be careful. If you get a cut on your face, your bad impression will get worse."

"Whoa."

Chung-Myung grinned.

Come out here.'

That's why I like Baek Cheon.

No matter how hard you hit and beat it, you never give up.

"Try it if you can!"

"The sea I've been hoping for! You son of a b*tc*!"

Baek Cheon jumped at Chung-Myung, pulling out a sword.

"Die, die, die, die!"

"That's not enough!"

Looking at the two people starting to get tangled up, Jo-Gol lamented.

"Since when did he get along with him?"

"……I don't know."

Yoon-jong sighs deeply, too.

"Can I stay alive until I get to Unnam?"

"……."

There were two people who felt that the way to Unnam was too far.