Return of Mount Hua Sect

are you this kid Are you a secular guy? (5)

It is not that you disrespect your opponent.

Although Gong Mun-yeon is a half-strong strong man, his attitude is not inferior to that of a real strong man. Anyone who walks the path of ignorance should not belittle others. A tiger doesn't do its best to catch a rabbit.

Moreover, there was no way he could be vigilant since he saw the number of days when the masked man defeated the escorts.

But... … .

something a bit odd

Purple.

chin.

His fist, which had been pushed back, was blocked at the edge of his chest before it could even be extended forward. At the end of the sword, too.

If you try to hit the scabbard blocking it, it's already gone. It twists and turns without finding a way to stretch out the strength that has been raised to its fullest.

"Uh-huh!"

You can clearly feel the backflow of the inner cavity.

"Hey, this little guy!"

He hit the masked man with the trick of Hoi Seon-dui (回旋腿), but there was no masked man there.

"Slowly bursting."

"Ugh!"

Gong Mun-yeon was startled by the voice coming from behind his back and clenched his fists backwards.

But this time too.

chin!

"Wow!"

The strength raised from the danjeon is amplified through the waist and chest, and should be fired using the arms and fists as a launch pad. But what if the launch pad is blocked the moment you are about to depart?

pop!

It sounds like something is exploding inside your body. At the same time, the area around the shoulder blades swelled up.

You can't see it with your own eyes, but it's possible that the muscle in his shoulder had ruptured.

"profit!"

And repeating the same thing again.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

He raises his aggression as much as he can and kicks the masked man. However, the masked man didn't show any signs of avoiding it. It just takes a step back as if annoyed by flying flies.

Gong Mun-yeon's feet brushed past the masked man's chest. The nocturnal clothes trembled at the wind pressure, but the masked man's body did not touch a single hair.

'What kind of harmony is this?'

He couldn't come to his senses.

Is it fast?

no.

So are you strong?

Nor is it

The Masked Man was never fast or strong. Judging from the outward appearance alone, Gong Mun-yeon can deal with ten more masked people.

But now Gong Mun-yeon could not even hold the hem of the masked man. As if a young disciple is dealing with his teacher, he tries all kinds of things, but nothing works.

see now

His blow that filled the match flew toward the masked man's face. Just a touch will rip off his flesh and crush his bones. But he just can't get over it.

The masked man completely destroys his attack by gently bending his head as if avoiding the gestures of a three-year-old child.

How could this be possible?

not fast

but it's fast

It was by no means moving with an overwhelming feeling at an invisible speed. But it moves slowly, but surely, at the perfect moment, in the right direction and the right distance.

Operation without any waste.

It was a dream of any uninhabited man. However, Gong Mun-yeon, who faced the realm she had only dreamed of, right in front of her, was truly miserable.

It's like seeing a goblin.

He's obviously tangled up with people, but he doesn't feel like he's dealing with anyone at all. You can see it clearly, but you can't even touch it, and you can't touch it no matter how evil you use it.

If I would rather move my eyes to the point where I would go back, knowing the limits and levels at once, but if I missed the mistake by only passing a single sheet of paper, my stomach would burst and I would become ill.

'Interest is a monster.'

If you're just avoiding it, you won't be so nervous. However, the ignorance of Iza was not all.

'I'm reading all of my tours.'

Even before the rolls are stretched out, they occupy the place where the rolls will be stretched out. He was constraining the strength he had to hit and going backwards.

It is different from the shaman's Neungyu Steel. It was a wonderful combination of pleasure and goodness.

I can't even imagine how strong it is.

'It was wrong from the start.'

Monsters are monsters because they are unpredictable. Had I known that a monster this size existed in a volcano, I would never have bet on it.

By the way… … .

"Turn it off."

The masked man who was sneaking away from Gong Mun-yeon's attack grabs his waist and bends over.

"Oh my gosh. Damn body. Dam is coming. Dam is coming."

“……”

The masked man gasped and patted his back.

… … It's a bit clumsy for a monster.

A master like that gets tired of moving like this and gasps?

It's ridiculous.

But it was actually happening.

The masked man's chest rises and falls nonstop. The mouth part of his mask was slowly getting wet with the breath he exhaled. And the face exposed in the center of the mask was full of sweat. His back was already wet from the thick drops of sweat running down his neck.

Doesn't anyone see that he's on the verge of collapse?

In the meantime, he was dodging every attack called attack, so he was going crazy and jumping.

"Okay."

The masked man straightens his back again.

"Ttt. I want to play a little more, but I can't do it anymore. I'm too weak."

Gong Moon-yeon's face was dyed with tension.

They hung out for a cup of tea to cool down, but in the end he couldn't even hold the hem of the masked man. Isn't it Gong Mun-yeon, who boasted that if he could use all of his abilities, there would be few people who could defeat him even in the volcano?

But, by the old man he had never seen in his life, he was literally being teased.

"Why hasn't someone like you been on the front lines?"

"You know what to do."

Cheongmyung turned the sword and grabbed it again.

"Those who bought only their snouts live in a strange illusion. If you ask me, do I have to answer?"

“……”

"I'm the one to ask again. For a master of the house, he is very strong in martial arts. A yangban with such a skill is barely running a juru in harmony?"

"...is there a law that says not to operate the base if the martial arts are strong?"

"No. But, it's a different story if the master of the dungeon, who is strong in martial arts, is greedy for money, and is doing tricks. With this type of martial arts, there are many places to make money even if you don't have to run the dungeon. mean?"

The corners of Qingming's mouth that were covered by the mask twitched.

"What are you talking about..."

"Ah, okay."

Qingming interrupted Gong Mun-yeon's words.

"I know, I know, you're not going to tell me anyway. There was no conspiracy, there was no trickery. So don't take a life. I've never been commissioned by anyone, and I'm not affiliated with anyone. All of this is personal. It started with , right?"

"...that's right."

"Am. I guess so."

Qingming nodded his head broadly.

"It's usually said that way. And unfortunately, those who say that don't confess with my mouth without giving out the early age. But, in fact, your sins are great, but I'm not big enough to change you. I think. I would like to hear the right words even if the bones and flesh are separated, but if I do that, problems will arise.”

Qingming alone nodded his head.

"Okay then, here's the problem. Do you know what I'm going to do in a situation like this?"

"...how would I know that?"

"group."

Gong Mun-yeon's eyes widened slightly.

"Yes?"

"I'm a fan."

“……”

Cheongmyung shook his head a couple of times and walked over to Gong Munyeon.

"Hold on to the guy who won't talk anyway, and if I say anything, my insides will explode. So, you just have to compromise with each other. You never say anything. because."

“……”

"If you change your mind in the middle and want to talk, raise your hand and talk. But it's better to think quickly. You can't get a refund if you've already been beaten."

"What kind of coercion!"

"Oh, yes. Forced. That's my specialty. Go!"

Cheongmyeong rushed to Gong Moonyeon.

Gong Mun-yeon stepped back without realizing it as she watched Cheongmyeong narrowing the distance in an instant.

It's not about exuding momentum. It wasn't that he was holding a great feast with the sword in his hand. The masked man who was about to collapse at any moment was just moving his legs to run, but Gong Mun-yeon had no choice but to retreat in shock.

Of course, the speed at which he retreated could not be faster than the speed at which Chong Ming was running.

The sword of Cheongmyeong is swung with its scabbard and comes aiming at Gong Mun-yeon's left knee. Gong Mun-yeon, who thought it was too late to avoid him, wrapped his arms around his arm and blocked the front of his knee.

Bah ah ah!

Eventually, the sword of Qing Myung strikes Gong Mun-yeon's shoulder.

"Aww!"

Thousands of sounds come out of nowhere.

'shoulder?'

He was obviously in the leg, so why was he suddenly slapped on the shoulder?

But he had nothing to think about. The sword of Cheongmyeong, which struck Gong Mun-yeon's shoulder, came to strike Gong Mun-yeon's head again.

This time he obviously got the angle right and blocked it over his head.

Turk!

His eyes momentarily blur.

The world goes black and then slowly regains its color. At the same time, his breath was choked and his neck felt like it was going to break.

"Take it off!"

The sword of Qingming had pierced his neck. The sword did not come out of its scabbard, so it didn't cut my throat, but the scabbard, which was like a lump of iron, stabbed my throat.

His tears welled up and his whole body trembled.

Whoa! Whoa!

Meanwhile, the sword of Qingming is smashed down.

shoulders, head, and waist.

Now, he was swinging his sword at random like catching a local dog.

What makes it amazing and stuffy is the fact that Gong Mun-yeon was never able to properly avoid Gong Mun-yeon, even though she was swinging her sword so haphazardly. If you twist his shoulder, he slaps his back, and if he pulls his back, he slaps his head.

Gong Mun-yeon, who had quickly become sporadic, was terrified and retreated.

'Lord, porridge... … .'

The fear that he might die from being hit like this momentarily dominated Gongmunyeon.

The moment he opened his eyes and looked ahead, Gong Moon-yeon and Cheong-myeong's eyes met each other.

And at that moment, Gong Mun-yeon knew.

Eye.

The moment Gong Moon-yeon saw the eyes of Cheong-myeong, who did not contain any emotion, he had an intuition.

He had seen those eyes several times in his life. And all those who had eyes like that had one thing in common.

killer.

I don't know who it is, but it is clear that the author has killed people countless times. To the extent of beating Gong Mun-yeon to death, he would consider it like catching a passing fly.

The moment the sword, which was swinging like a joke, was pulled out of its scabbard, Gong Mun-yeon could not resist and it was clear that he would cut his head.

'Oh, no!'

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

At that moment, the sword of Qingming was pulled out of its scabbard. Eventually, it hits Gong Mun-yeon's head at the same speed as a beam of light.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Gong Mun-yeon's hand shone blue. And it shoots out like an island battle towards the sword-wielding Cheongmyeong.

Paaaah!

Gong Mun-yeon, who struck him in the air, stopped in the same posture with his arms outstretched.

“……”

none.

There was no clearing where it should be. Gong Mun-yeon, who had suddenly regained his consciousness, hurriedly raised his head to see Cheong-myeong, who had already crossed his legs from a distance, thrust his sword into its sheath.

Qingming's mouth opened.

"Taeul Godsu?"

“……”

"Are you this kid?"

Gong Mun-yeon's complexion turned white in an instant, realizing her mistake.

"Are you a pedophile?"

And then it was horribly distorted.

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