The blue stretched out as if scratching the floor.

Thanks to this, in Wolbong’s field of vision, the new model suddenly fell downwards, and then suddenly seemed to rise up from a short distance away.

In response, Wolbong planted both feet on the ground using the Cheongeunchu method and placed his forearms tightly together, standing like an iron wall.

And then, tap.

The sword strike that touches my forearm, where I have concentrated a lot of effort, is as light as a feather. Since it was clearly not his intention to attack, Wolbong quietly lowered his arm.

Then, I saw Cheong standing quietly holding a sword.

“Siju, what’s going on?”

“Didn’t you just try to block the sword strike with your bare arms?”

“That’s right.”

Cheong was left speechless by the confident answer.

Does that make sense?

When swinging a sword, you have to raise both forearms to block it, no matter how much you fight.

A non-commercial sword with a blunt blade will not sharpen even if you put a sword ki on it.

If putting on a bit of sword energy suddenly gives you a blade that wasn’t there before, who in the world would carry a sword?

He carries around a thin iron bar and spits out an ultra-high-temperature blade that could only be found in the distant future of the space century.

Cheong turned his attention to the host and referee.

The question was whether this makes sense now.

The referee’s expression also became more subtle.

“Hmm, it’s Wolbong. Even if it was a blade covered with sword energy, would you have been able to block it with your bare hands?”

“Theravada has studied the Vajra Buddha and Devastation techniques, and has already achieved a body that cannot be damaged by sword techniques.”

“Diamond Buddha God Gong!”

“If the Lord wants, you can use a real sword.”

The referee looked at Cheong.

“What should Soje do? “A monk is so confident that he would use a real sword?”

Since it was beyond the cotton thread anyway, Cheong wrinkled his eyebrows.

Not only is it difficult to bring a true sword now that you have already started fighting, but even if you use a true sword, will you be able to attack with peace of mind? Then, if I got cut, all I could see was blood on the broomstick.

Besides, wouldn’t it be obvious that even if you win in a battle between bare body and real sword, there will be gossip later?

They said something about Taedu and Jeonggi of the right faction, Moorim, but I wonder why they are just being petty and only doing what is advantageous to them.

I thought they might collide, but as the two fighters stood quietly conversing, the unarmed murmurs grew louder.

Cheong shook his head at him.

“are you okay. “Then, I will go again.”

So, the dance resumed again.

First, Cheong lightly touched the liver to see if it was really okay and checked his liver. The smooth extension of the sword was due to a gentle swing with less effort rather than Yu’s cleverness.

Wolbong responded by lightly lifting his forearm, which was set at a right angle.

puck. The shock transmitted to the hand is extremely hard. It felt like I had hit a rock.

Cheong slowly increased the level of its offensive.

Wolbong blocks the sword strike accordingly. It was an art of intentionally blocking even the trajectory of a possible spill with the arm, as if asking to be cut down.

The black energy of the blue becomes darker, and it is only after pulling out the swordsman that is tangled in a bundle of strands that I finally feel certain.

hmm. I’m sure it would be able to block even a real sword.

But it’s still ambiguous.

If you cut your throat, will you get cut? Or what about other vital points? What about the boat? What if you stab the solar plexus? No, what is it like this?

However, Wolbong seems to have thought that he had sufficiently demonstrated his defensive capabilities. Only then did he unfold the Shaolin Quan’s best technique, and it was like a beast with a heavy shell charging forward.

It was fortunate that these were things I was familiar with.

The stretching regime is the North Star Line of the Seven Stars. After lightly twisting his body, his arms, which were folded at a right angle, turned and the backs of his hands faced Cheong’s face.

As Cheong leans back his upper body, the back of his clenched fist stops in front of Cheong’s chin and shakes the cotton thread. A person’s elbows have to turn a lot to get to this point.

After some light repartee, it’s Cheong’s turn again. Cheong stepped on the instep of Wolbong, who was standing completely at his side, and pushed Ogeum with the instep of his remaining foot.

What, why isn’t it pushed?

However, since the legs that stand firmly on the stage are not broken, Cheong’s balance is shaken and his torso falls over.

After making two large turns with one arm on the ground, Wolbong, who had already dug in closely, made the motion of riding a horse and placed both fists on either side of his waist.

front? back? There is no time to worry. Wolbong’s thighs seem to have swelled twice as much. Boom! Cheong stomped on the ground and lifted himself up.

At the same time, the twin arms of Wolbong extend straight out. Two arms stretched out while straightening the torso from the feet on the ground. The powerful twin fists barely pass under Cheong’s surging feet.

puck! Cheong’s knee hit Wolbong’s forehead.

my knees! With his knee joints cracking, Cheong suppressed a scream and stood on his head, holding Wolbong’s rough head with one arm.

How solid is it?

Why was he just passing by? He hit his pale, bald head with the end of the handle he was holding in his hand, and with the recoil, he flew away and landed on the ground.

Wolbong stumbled slightly, but that was all.

Cheong licked his appetite with regret. I should have hit harder.

I was worried that I might break the monk’s head, so I kept my hand relaxed, but it seemed like it didn’t take much of a hit.

However, the slight redness in the ears may indicate blood rushing to the head. hmm. Are you mad?

“bout!”

Wolbong rushed at him again.

Cheong retreated with long strides and continued to strike with his sword. Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! Sigh! Although it is said to be a knife attack that does not have the proper force as the person is stepping back, it is very embarrassing to see him lunging at me and striking me with his fists and arms.

The original purpose of weapons is to touch the opponent’s body. Since human skin cannot withstand a weapon, the moment the two touch, whether stabbed, cut, or cut, a dramatic union takes place.

However, the Shaolin monks were completely denying the basics.

After that, I couldn’t help but admire Cheongdo.

I wondered how the Shaolin monks, who did not use weapons, were considered the best warriors in the world. No, there’s nothing stopping his sword with his hand.

hmm. Do you, a monk, know Sosu Magic Gong?

I think it might be okay to have reasonable suspicion.

However, in terms of hardness, the Diamond Buddha’s Demonic Art is an external technique for that purpose, and the Minor Magical Art is a bonus obtained at the same time, so there is no need to say which one is stronger.

The seventy-two seasons of Shaolin, arms, fists, backs of hands, gwansu and hand blades, and even kicks, unleashed an unlimited number of extensions.

When I struck down the sword with my bare hands, Cheong had no response other than to retreat and throw away the sword.

A dozen steps passed in an instant, and Cheong took a step back of over thirty steps.

However, no matter how fast the person walking backwards was, he or she could not be faster than the person walking forward.

Even Shaolin’s method of walking is to move forward confidently, gradually narrowing the distance, and at some point, stepping with the front foot one step in front of the wide-open crotch.

ah. Something big is coming. Cheong had a hunch.

As expected, the outstretched palm was aimed at Cheong’s eyes, and the tightly closed fist stretched out with a bloody booming sound, piercing Cheong’s abdomen and exiting behind his back.

Since there was no bloodshed at the secret martial arts meeting, Cheong made an emergency escape and penetrated the afterimage left by Neungpamibo’s new method of fusion of foot and foot techniques.

Cheong, who appeared eight steps behind Wolbong with a beautifully designed back, quickly turned around, as if the female head of Seomuncheong was using the Chukji method.

Wolbong suddenly lost his opponent, but since he had already seen Cheong’s neungpamibo from afar, he did not panic and immediately found Cheong and aimed his fist.

Then, when he turns, he takes a big step, turns his body completely straight, and extends his fist –

Feeling strong, Cheong urgently raised his spirits.

As the power of the sword rises to its limit, the sword blade seems to multiply five times in an instant. The sword that became a great sword falls with the force of both worlds. bang!! With a roar, the blue sword energy split like a fan and flew wildly toward the back of the blue.

Cheong was pushed back.

Even though my grip was trained through minor magic arts, I felt a tearing pain.

It was Shaolin’s famous new art, Baekbo Shinken.

Wow, if I hit it right, I would have laid down like that.

If you leave the distance too far, an incredibly strong attack will come.

With both arms stretched out and even the bent legs standing perfectly straight, the heel of Wolbong’s back foot can be seen slightly standing up.

Cheongdo quietly took a step back and measured the angle.

The moment Wolbong’s body finally turned over, Cheong also ran out, trampling on the non-stage floor as if it would be destroyed.

Whiing! The aftereffects of Baekbo Shinjeon passed through my ears. In fact, even though I kept a good distance away and avoided it, the aftereffects were enough to tickle my ears.

The Qing Divine Law advanced alternately left and right, drawing a sharply curved trajectory like a thunderbolt.

It was a divine method like Seomjeon, which was completely different from the elegant and leisurely Wolnyeosanbo. It was a peerless Gyeonggong and Gyeokgongsunsin who turned a Shintu into a Shintu.

However, since it was not a light show shown to others, no one recognized it.

As Cheong’s sword energy creates an afterimage, it strikes Wolbong with a bolt of lightning, just like Cheong’s movement.

However, the moment he touched it, Wolbong’s body suddenly disappeared, which was a Cheongdo favorite technique of Cheopangyo. This also came from the study of Shaolin, so it can be said to be the original.

Wolbong, who bounced like a spring, curled his fingers and extended a downward long shot. Speaking of long shots, the part at the bottom of the palm that touches the wrist is as hard as bone and there is no loss of strength, so it is a powerful technique.

Wolbong’s long ball went into Cheong’s stomach.

puck! Even though I strengthened my abdominal muscles in advance, I was out of breath and feeling let out.

Because it is an attack made hastily with only the elasticity of the wrist while in an awkward position, rather than a straight hit that includes rotation following the step, the power is insignificant. That’s why I was able to endure it.

Cheong plunged his sword into the off-stage floor, clenched his fist and struck Wolbong in the chin. Since it was Wolbong that the swordsman did not expect to let go of his sword, his jaw ended up turning.

In fact, I am learning about thirty of the seventy-two solar terms of Cheongdo Shaolin. Because the bare-handed martial arts commonly sold by the author are all inferior versions of that. And those white-rimmed handymen were given ten stars as soon as they could get them, so they were insignificant things that hardly even cost training points.

Cheong hit Wolbong’s solar plexus very hard, expressing his resentment for his sore and sore abdominal muscles as he staggered. However, Wolbong’s palm, which was blocking the front of my solar plexus, blocked Cheong’s fist.

But Cheong had incredible strength, and Wolbong hit him in the solar plexus with the back of his hand, knocking the air out of his lungs.

Cheong’s eyes sparkled.

As I retrieve my fist and at the same time lean forward, my elbow extends with the destructive power of trampling the floor.

It was a picturesque technique of out-of-door settlement.

Sigh!! Wolbong, who had received another hit to the solar plexus, let out his remaining breath, so Cheong turned his body in the opposite direction and tried to continue Cheolsango’s technique of thrusting his shoulder blades –

“evil!”

It can be said that it was too complacent to try to use a very common method, especially on an expert who had learned the original method properly from a young age.

Cheong, who had been hit hard on the side as a reward for his complacency, snatched the sword from the base and quickly widened the distance.

“Ah. It hurts… … .”

Cheong frowned as he rubbed his stomach and kneaded his sides.

Wolbong also took short breaths and seemed to be trying to catch his breath after being hit twice in the solar plexus.

It was a time when we were wondering how to beat the Qing to admit defeat and step down.

Isn’t Wolbong suddenly being promoted to class president?

“I apologize to you. There was a reason why the Master told him to do his best because the Hinayana dared to look down on the Master.”

“It sounds like you haven’t done your best so far. Is that right?”

“yes. “If you are hurt, I hope you will surrender without delay.”

Then, I thought there was a golden light flickering in my fist, and then it started to glow and emit its own light.

-Oh oh! It’s Kwon Gang!

-Excellent! Extremely unmanned!

At the same time, cheers erupted from the spectators who had forgotten even to breathe and were watching the dance.

Apart from that, it was also very bad news for Cheong.