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Sasasa-!

The guy held a five-meal, Samwol Night Myeong (三月夜明).

In my eyes, it was an immature skill that was far from perfect, but it was not so to the opponent.

The last person who came out seems to be Maeng Jin-gi’s closest friend, but we don’t know the exact history.

However, it seems to be somewhere between second-rate and first-rate, as it misses all the moves that can only be followed by first-class.

Of course, considering his age, he is generally at an outstanding level.

Where is Minjoon, a normal guy?

This is the guy I created with love. A guy who has surpassed the first-class level in a short period of time by taking one after another.

It would be a long way off to hit such a level of self-attack against such a guy.

Same this time.

It’s over.

When the exact gap was visible.

The guy dug into the space while dodging the opponent’s sword.

Fa-evil!

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the hall.

As soon as the opponent bounced back and flew away, the guy grabbed the sword that had lost its owner.

Even though he has overpowered his opponents all along, he has always shown a lack of composure. It was because the sword strike force could appear at any time.

The guy aimed at the fierce attack with his eyes and sword filled with impatience.

“come out.”

Dark red blood spattered on the floor proved what had happened in the last few minutes.

Maeng Jin-gi captured it at a glance.

A chuckle soon began to leak from his mouth.

All of his subordinates fall out of a young boy who seemed small and weak. Because in the end, you have to fight that bastard.

The guy who was giggling with tears in his eyes raised his eyes and looked around.

But he was alone now. The person who can mediate the situation is still silent with arms crossed.

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“Metabolism… … !”

He spat in that direction, but Min-jun did not wait for him.

He must have even held a sword in his hand. Since he was originally a guy who had been training mainly in sword techniques, his rushing appearance has become more aggressive than before.

The guy drove a frenzy against him.

Caang!

It was a dangerous moment that had to be blocked with the scabbard itself without a chance to pull out the sword.

“profit.”

The guy stumbled backwards, distorting his impression.

“Rain, coward… … !”

The boy widened his eyes in surprise.

It was because of the blue aura that shimmered on Minjun’s sword.

A sword that contains a sudden burst of air power.

That’s why the density is thicker than the general sword, and the wriggling movement is like watching a living creature.

If it evolves there, that’s sword steel.

Of course, the level of the guy is still not reaching that far. Nevertheless, the guy’s momentum was comparable to that.

At that time, a single blue sword wire penetrated the sound.

swish!—

It was an exit that made even me, who saw it, suffocate.

Maeng Jin-gi rolled on the floor and narrowly saved his life.

It is a technique called Noeryeotagon (懶驢陀坤) because it is like a lazy donkey rolling on the ground.

It is said to be the largest number for a military man, but is there any special way to live?

If he hadn’t, he could have been really decapitated.

It was from then.

Tap!— Tap!—

Maeng Jin-gi ran around to avoid the guy chasing him.

Then, perhaps trying to use the onlookers as a shield, he turned towards Kwak Dang and his group.

“Avoid!”

Kwak Dang went one beat faster.

Everyone threw their bodies in all directions, flagging. The space thus created became a new arena.

Two lines drawn again. A terrifying parabola filled with air power.

very fierce

swish-

He was hiding his own power for this time. To put an end to the fierce jingo once and for all.

Whirik!

Meng Jingi’s new model quickly turned around. It is proving that it is not easy to be like a talented late index of swordsmanship.

Min-joon couldn’t make a decision despite having an overwhelming superiority in air power.

While in a hurry to run away, Maeng Jin-gi finally regained his composure. He succeeded in pulling out his sword and showed off his talent for spilling his attacks.

After that, he even caught Min-Jun’s back with Hon-Won-Bo, the season of swordsmanship.

Even though he had shaken it off, Min-jun seemed to have felt something at that time.

Like that, the two confronted each other as if they were starting now.

Whoop Whoop.

The sound of their rapid breathing was the only sound in the hall.

It wasn’t long before they fought, but sweat trickled down Maeng Jin-gi’s face.

At that time, Gwakdang, who had been away from the seat for a while, met his eyes. He was surprised by the unexpected appearance of a young master, but his eyes were more surprised that I had raised such a guy.

visor-!

The silence that had built up in layers was shattered with that one friction sound.

We immediately exchanged glances and turned our heads to the scene.

A black line like a flash of light was clear in the air.

Rather, it came out of a rush. He filled his relatively inferior air power with skilled swordsmanship.

The counterattack spills, canceling out air power and increasing speed in the gap.

Anger was swirling in Minjun’s eyes, while his was calm.

Min-jun had calculated how to deal with him.

It’s like the eyes of an adult looking at a child who has suffered from evil.

I knew it.

Catch up!

The two swords broke and were busy colliding with each other.

To think that they could stand up to this much even against overwhelming air power.

Indeed, prestigious names are different.

If everything was decided only by the inner workings of the knight, there would only be masters in the world. It is to stay only on the back side of the world while cultivating only mind study and danjeon.

Min-Jun seems to have realized this through several meetings with Maeng Jun-Ki.

I could see that his sword had lost a lot of strength. Instead of putting the whole body’s strength into each stroke, he adjusts the strength and weakness appropriately.

Compared to the moment right before the frenzy, it felt like it was starting to feel much lighter.

It was only then that Sura-gong’s true self was revealed.

Cha Cha Cha Chang!—

The two cold weapons sprang up and sparked. It is a fast-paced battle that takes place with no time to breathe not only for the two fighting but also for everyone watching.

I threw away the idea that Min-Jun shouldn’t kill him.

To come with that mindset.

The one who has grown with the support of the famous family for more than ten years, and the one who has grown stronger through chance in less than one hundredth of the period.

This was because the fight between the two masters had already entered a life-and-death struggle.

At that time, a person from Gwakdang spat out words as if wondering.

“How… … Don’t they look similar?”

“It looks that way to me too.”

Kwak Dang replied.

It has to be.

Because Sura-gong is the downgraded version of Cheonma-singong, and Hon-won-gong is derived from Sura-gong, that is, Yeonhon-gong.

Therefore, the roots of the two martial arts are the strongest Heavenly Demon Art in the same world view.

The people who are directly facing something that can be felt by the viewer are also shocking.

Originally, fighting is a street fight and a psychological warfare, but in a situation where both can roughly estimate the opponent’s hand, the case is bound to get worse.

Life comes and goes at a distance of one inch and one sum.

knock it down for once Min Joon. It’s a hindsight, I think I can do something.

At that moment, the sword he wielded slid past Maeng Jin-gi’s shoulder.

Pick!-

It was the first blood I had seen since the fight.

From then on, Min-Jun gained the upper hand by a very narrow margin.

It was a real battle with a master for the first time, but he was quick to learn.

Every time Maeng Jin-gi’s Hon Yuan-bo and his feet got tangled, he used the Suragun Limbo transplant, Mukseong Makyeong (墨星幕影) as a counter.

However, with just that much advantage, Maeng Jin-gi did not allow a final blow and often escaped by losing weight.

There was no sign that the fight would end like that. Even though there were several terrifying moments where lives were exchanged in an instant.

A fight that ends only when the opponent’s life is taken. The eyes of the two masters trying to read each other’s numbers in a sharp workshop were more alive than ever.

So that’s what I’m saying.

It is true that Minjun has the upper hand, but he is not winning.

Min-joon inflicted quite a few injuries on Maeng Jin-ki, but that was not enough. This means that the guy also has the possibility of losing his life in the immediate sum.

“It would be good to dry this. Either way, one of them will die.”

Contrary to the fact that Kwak Dang approached secretly, he spoke quite loudly.

Then he glanced out the window. A line of black vans was coming. Some of them were already approaching the building.

There were quite a few cars going back to the rear, but it seemed that the military and police of Geomak were planning to completely encircle the area.

“Call your apprentice right now.”

Kwak Dang’s cry grew louder.

“Can’t you hear me! No matter how bad my priest is, how dare you do this against a student of sword evil in the land of sword evil.”

Even as Kwak Dang shouted, at least one eye was constantly winking.

“Stop it right now. I can’t sit still and watch it any longer!”

Even then, Kwak Dang continued to wink as if he was uncomfortable with something.

I want it to match the rhythm.

I put the blindfold in my eyes again.

His black robe is tattered and stained with blood.

Aside from the fact that his eyes didn’t die in the slightest, it would be a disgrace to the extent that he wanted to die for being treated like that by an unknown Incheon kid.

“I see.”

I moved.

* * *

【 Kwak Dang was embarrassed and then shocked.

‘Ears, the same divine law as ghosts!’

Speed is speed, but it happened without any preliminary action.

To Kwak Dang, Lee Hwan seemed to be moving quickly while standing still.

In an instant, Lee Hwan entered the space of life and death struggle. However, after that, I couldn’t properly see how Lee Hwan subdued Maeng Jin-gi and the black magician’s slave.

It was because the three people’s divine law was so dazzling and strange.

I thought the three of them were connected and turned around.

At one point, Lee Hwan had two swords in his hands.

Where is that?

I wanted to spin around again.

At one point, two people except for Lee Hwan were lying on the floor.

‘To think that such a thing is possible at that age.’

It was a bold idea, but for some reason, Kwak Dang saw Yi Hwan as the supreme Akju. 】

I got Minjun to stand up.

said the boy, trembling.

“why… … I broke everything.”

When I checked again, there were no injuries on the guy.

“But that was all.”

When I laughed, the face of the guy who was already dissatisfied became even redder. However, there was no sign of trying to run into Maeng Jin-gi again.

You don’t know the place, but you know the time. The strike force is close.

“Don’t relax. It’s not over yet.”

After all, isn’t that the guy?

Maeng Jin-gi was out, but there was still a group of swordsmen in the field.

I said while staring at Kwak Dang.

With that vision, the small back of his head slipped in. The guy is also ready to rush at Gwakdang if the need arises.

It’s unlikely, but if Kwak Dang changes his attitude, then the chaos will begin.

So, if there is any sign of that, it is right to remove them and occupy the building first to plan the future.

In a situation where the strike force is spread all over the place, but the sword evil has made the disciple he cherishes the most.

I shouted at Kwak Dang.

“Do you think I should explain this?”

“That ugly priest will have to explain.”

He continued to speak resolutely to the collapsed Maeng Jingi.

“I told you firmly, but in the end you have an accident like this.”

It’s sincere to show. But is it really so?

【 For Gwakdang, it was a heavenly golden opportunity.

An unprecedented opportunity to regain the true prestige of the first disciple! 】

he was sincere