Return of Mount Hua Sect

I did not belittle the opponent.

Although Gong Munyeon is a half-baked Kang Ho-in, the mindset is second to that of a real Kang Ho-in. Those who walk the path of martial arts should not underestimate their opponents. Tigers don't do their best when they catch rabbits.

Moreover, there could not be any carelessness as long as the masked man saw how many days he defeated the guards.

But...

It's a little weird.

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Chin

Even before the fist stretched forward, it was blocked at the edge of the chest. That's also after searching.

If they try to crack down on the detection line, they are already completely gone. The history that had been raised to the fullest is twisted without finding a way out.

"Gasp!"

I can feel the sense of refluxing my skills clearly.

"Hey, this guy!"

He hit a masked man with the trick of retiring from the line, but there was no masked man on the spot already.

"Slowly exploding."

"Gasp!"

Gong Munyeon was surprised by the voice from behind and scrawled his fist back.

But the same is true this time.

My chin!

"Ugh!"

The force drawn from the danjeon should be amplified through the waist and chest and fired using arms and fists as launch pads. But what happens if the launch pad is blocked the moment you start?

Boom!

I can hear something popping in my body. At the same time, the area near the shoulder area swelled sharply.

I can't see it with my eyes, but maybe my shoulder muscles burst out.

"Gain!"

And the same thing over and over again.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Pull up the air power as much as you can and kick the masked man. However, masked people did not seem to avoid it. Just one step back like a nuisance to a flying fly.

Gong Munyeon's feet passed by the masked man's chest. The wind pressure shook the nightlife, but the masked man couldn't touch a hair.

What kind of harmony is this?'

I couldn't get my act together.

Is it fast?

No.

Is it strong?

That's not true either.

The masked man was never fast or strong. In terms of appearance alone, Gong Munyeon can deal with 10 more masked people.

But now Gong Munyeon couldn't even grab the hem of the masked man's clothes. As if a young disciple is dealing with a teacher, he tries all kinds of things, but no water works.

Look at it now.

His blow filled with games flies to the face of a masked man. Just by brushing, the flesh will be torn off, and the bones will be crushed. But I can't even touch it.

The masked man completely destroys his attack just by turning his head slowly, as if he were avoiding the gestures of a three-year-old child.

How can this be possible?

It's not fast.

But it's fast.

It was never an overwhelming feeling to move at an invisible rate. But at a slow but definite and perfect moment it moves in the most appropriate direction and distance.

A motion without any waste.

It was the dream of any manless man. However, Gong Munyeon's heart was truly devastating to face the dreamy state right in front of him.

It's like seeing a goblin.

I'm obviously tangled with people, and I don't feel like I'm dealing with anyone at all. I can't even touch it in plain sight, and no matter how evil I try, I can't touch it.

If you move your eyes so that they can turn, you will know the limit and level at once, but you will get sick because you miss it by just one sheet of paper.This guy is a monster.'

I wouldn't be so nervous if I just avoided it. But that wasn't all this guy's math.

'I'm reading all my books.'

Even before the volume reaches out, it preempts the place where the volume will reach out. It was refluxing it by binding on the history it had to hit.

It is different from shamanism. This was a phenomenal combination of pleasure and goodness.

I don't even know how strong it is.

It's wrong from the start.'

A monster is a monster because it is unpredictable. Had I known there was a monster this big in Hwasan, I would never have made a move on him.

By the way...

"Turn it off."

A masked man, who was sneaking away from Gong Munyeon's attack, bends over his waist.

"Oh, my god, the body. I'm going to have a stiff neck."

"……."

The masked man gasped and tapped his waist.

…...something is a little clumsy for a monster.

A master as big as that is, he's exhausted from this movement.

That's absurd.

But it was actually happening.

The chest of a masked man goes up and down constantly. The mouth of the mask was slowly getting wet with exhaled breath. And the face exposed in the middle of the mask was full of sweat. The back is already wet with a lot of sweat dripping down the neck.

Isn't it obvious you're on the verge of collapse?

In the meantime, all the attacks were avoided, making it even crazier and more exciting.

"Yes."

The masked man straightens his back again.

"Tsk. I'd like to hang out with you more, but I can't. I don't have enough energy."

Gong Munyeon's face was filled with tension.

A cup of tea hung out during the cooling down time, but in the end he couldn't even grab the masked man's clothes. Isn't it Gong Munyeon who was confident that if he could show all his abilities, there wouldn't be many people who could beat him even in Hawaii?

But for the first time in my life, I was being played by an old man.

"How come people like you haven't come to the forefront in a while?"

"You know what."

Chung-Myung swung the sword and grabbed it again.

"Those who live in the middle of nowhere are under a strange illusion. Do I have to answer if you ask?"

"……."

"I'm the one who's going to ask. You're a very strong fighter for a resident. A man of this much merit lives off the chords?"

"……is there a law against running a base if the ball is strong?"

"No, but it's not the same story if a strong runner wants money and plays tricks on him. If it's this big, you don't have to run a base to earn a lot of course. But you're running around dealing with drunk people?"

Chung-Myung's masked mouth wriggled.

"What are you talking about...…."

"Oh, no, thanks.

Chung-Myung cut off Gong Munyeon's words.

"I know, I know. You're not going to tell me anyway. There was no conspiracy, no tricks. So don't catch a raw person. I've never received anyone's name, and I don't have anything to do with anyone. All this work I personally started. Don't that right?"

"……well, yes."

"Oh, yeah, I am."

Chung-Myung nodded loudly.

"That's what they usually say. And unfortunately, those who say that don't come clean with my own mouth without giving up an early death. But the truth is, your sins are great, but not big enough for me to grind you down. If I could think of it, I'd like to hear the right words separately from bones and flesh, but that would cause problems."Chung-Myung nodded to himself.

"Well, here's the problem. Do you know what I do when I'm like this?"

"……how can I know that."

"Lost."

Gong Munyeon's eyes are slightly bigger.

"Yes?"

"I'm going to beat you up."

"……."

Chung-Myung turned his head a couple of times and approached Gong Munyeon.

"Hold on to the one who won't talk anyway and speak. What do I do will only blow my mind. So you can simply compromise with each other. Don't you ever say it. I'm going to beat you until you think you're feeling better even if you don't talk."

"……."

"If you change your mind in the middle and want to talk, raise your hand and talk. But it would be better to think quickly. You can't get a refund for the rod that's already been hit."

"What nonsense!"

"Oh, yeah. That's too much. That's my specialty. I'm coming!"

Chung-Myung quickly jumped on Gong Munyeon.

Seeing Chung-Myung closing the gap in an instant, Gong Munyeon unknowingly backed away.

It's not like it's spouting steam. However, it did not mean that the sword in his hand would be a great seasonal event. The masked man, who seemed to fall down at any moment, just moved his legs and rushed, but Gong Munyeon was surprised and forced to step down.

Of course, the speed at which he stepped down could not have been faster than that of Chung-Myung.

Chung-Myung's sword is swung around to target Gong Munyeon's left knee. Gong Munyeon, who thought it was too late to avoid, wrapped his arm around his knee.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Soon, Chung-Myung's sword hits Gong Munyeon on the shoulder.

"Ugh!"

I can't help but bawl.

Shoulders?

It was definitely a leg, but why are you suddenly getting punched in the shoulder?

But there was no time to think. Chung-Myung's sword, which hit Gong Munyeon on the shoulder, hits Gong Munyeon on the head again.

This time I definitely grabbed the right angle and blocked it over my head.

Oh my god!

My eyes are blurry at the momentarily.

The world darkens and slowly regains its color. At the same time, I was suffocated and had a sore throat.

"Oops!"

Chung-Myung's sword stabbed him in the neck. I didn't cut my throat because it was a sword that wasn't pulled out of the sword, but the sword, which is like a lump of metal, stung my throat, so would it be a pain?

Tears seeped out, and my whole body trembled.

Argh! Argh!

Meanwhile, Chung-Myung's sword falls down.

Shoulder, head, waist.

Now he was wielding his sword like a dog in the village.

The amazing and stuffy nose is the fact that Gong Munyeon was never able to avoid it properly even though he was wielding a sword so recklessly. If you twist your shoulders, you will hit your waist, and if you pull your waist back, you will hit your head.

Gong Munyeon, who soon became a mess, was frightened and backed away.

'Ju, porridge...…'

The fear of being really beaten to death dominated Gong Munyeon momentarily.

As soon as you open your eyes and look forward, Gong Munyeon and Chung-Myung's eyes meet each other.

And at that moment, Gong Munyeon could tell.

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The moment he saw Chung-Myung's eyes without any emotion, Gong Munyeon felt it.

He's seen those eyes over and over again in his life. And those with those eyes had a common characteristic.Murder ears.

I don't know what it is, but it's clear that the author has killed countless people. To beat Gong Munyeon to death would be like catching a fly.

As soon as the sword, which was swung like a joke, was pulled out of the sword, Gong Munyeon was sure to cut his throat without being able to rebel.

"Oh, no! No!'

I don't want to die. At least I don't want to die here!

At that moment, Chung-Myung's sword was pulled out of the search. Soon, it is struck by Gong Munyeon's head at a speed like light.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Gong Munyeon's hands glowed blue. Then it shoots off like an island war at Chung-Myung wielding a sword.

Screaming!

Gong Munyeon, who hit Ho Gong, stopped in that position with his arm outstretched.

"……."

to have none

Chung-Myung wasn't where it was supposed to be. Gong Munyeon, who came to his senses, hurriedly raised his head, and Chung-Myung, who had already crossed his legs from far away, was pushing the sword into the search.

Chung-Myung's mouth opened.

"Taeul Shinsu?""

"……."

"You son of a b*tc*?"

Gong Munyeon, who noticed his mistake at the moment, turned pale.

"Are you a pro-Nam guy?"

And soon it was horribly distorted.