Cheong thought after tasting the essence of martial arts called  Shaolin of the world.

Wow. dirty. dirty.

It’s a completely specialized unmanned weapon.

If you insist that no matter how much you try to hit it with a sword, it won’t work, doesn’t that mean it will just go away?

Isn’t this a completely tilted playground, no, it’s so tilted that it’s like a sit-in protest next to a castle wall… … .

If it were Jingeom, I was confident that I would rip off the skin and make it covered in blood, even if it was not the muscles. If you peel off the skin and gently pick it, you will be like a  Shaolin monk and all the tears and snot will come out because of the pain.

However, the martial arts competition is an event to promote friendship, not a place to start the cycle of hatred and find new enemies.

So, even if it’s dirty, it’s okay.

I have to find a way.

Cheong briefly reviewed the contents of the meeting.

distance. Yes, distance is tricky.

It can be said that the importance of distance in the act of fighting, a broader category beyond martial arts, is the fight itself and does not need to be emphasized.

In fact, a great sword is more powerful than a sword, and a woldo is more powerful than a great sword. This is because the longer a soldier is, the more likely he is to beat him unilaterally in places he cannot reach.

Of course, since soldiers move so quickly, they are immediately incapacitated if they get close to them.

However, assuming that they fight under exactly the same skills and conditions, they will be fatally injured before they can even get close to the long-armed unmanned weapon, and in fact, such is the destructive power of larger and longer weapons.

However, in the days when the government exercised absolute control, it was illegal for individuals to carry such ‘deadly weapons’, so swords were the main choice for the martial arts people.

It was a weapon with the best balance of being moderately long and light enough to cover both moderately long and short distances, so it was called the king of all diseases and was the weapon most favored by warriors.

Other than that, it is similar to a sword but has only one blade, or it is a short spear that can be carried with two blades and transformed into a long spear or woldo when combined.

Alternatively, there were sticks and batons that boasted innovative functionality as both a staff and a weapon.

When it comes to functionality, the ability to procure firewood (live wood) at any time through the tree cutting function cannot be left out.

However, poor people who did not have the money to purchase weapons or those with slightly lower intelligence chose not to use weapons.

It was the type called Byeongsin (Martial Artist).

Even in Qing’s hometown, famous fighters unanimously said that if you see a person holding a sword, you should run away rather than fight.

For these assholes (martial artists), the only distance is close proximity, where they are right in front of each other’s noses and share each other’s breath.

He then goes on to say bullshit that he can’t beat a martial artist no matter what weapon he uses at close range because he’s so great at talking.

This is an impossible assumption, even though it is impossible to penetrate the opponent’s weapon and get close to it in the first place.

However,  Shaolin overcame this brilliantly.

Even if it is not the Geumgang Bulgoesingong, it is all kinds of external techniques such as Cheolposam, Baetagong, Bamboo Leaf Tree, Geumjongjo, Meteor Jang, Cheolseulgong, Friction, and the name of Baljeonggong (拔釘: pulling out a nail) and cactus that will make the audience tilt their heads when they hear it. This resulted in increased resistance to weapons.

Because they train themselves to do this from a young age,  Shaolin monks are bound to age quickly.

Then, suddenly, Cheong came to a great realization.

ah. I see

It was not a matter of myo-ri like Yu and Kang.

In the first place, attempting to have a serious martial arts conversation with a lesser martial artist was problematic.

What kind of martial arts is that?

Cheong sheathed his sword.

Wolbong asked curiously.

“dole? Are you planning to abstain?”

“no. “Now I’m going to try to do it right.”

At the same time, Cheong adjusted his posture.

It was a strange posture, with one lightly clenched fist forward and the other fist in front of the solar plexus, looking at the enemy from an angle.

okay. After all, the Korean people love Taekwondo.

Since you’re messing around in a sacred unarmed environment, is there any reason for me to deal with you seriously?

“Then, I will go.”

Cheong was shot out with him.

Then he stomped his feet in three short steps and stretched out his fists vigorously. Wolbong responded with an honest straight line without any technique.

bang! It was an unbelievable roar from the clash of fists.

At best, it is said to have destructive power as if it were made of steel, not sharp anticipation.

And below Cheong’s elbows, there were only a few pieces of diamond that were roughly backward compatible, so he could handle Gwongang, not even Geumgang.

Ah-oh. It hurts so bad.

Still, pain is unavoidable.

However, Wolbong’s expression became serious because he had no idea of ​​this formidable force.

Cheong stretched out his sore fist again.

Wolbong’s forearm holds out Cheong’s fist, and at the same time, the opposite arm goes far away. A fist rushing to the side. Cheong opened his palm and caught Wolbong’s fist.

And then it was a slugfest.

They deflected each other’s fists, their fists collided again, sometimes the blades of their hands touched, their hands brushed against each other, their elbows split the air, and their knees rose and crossed.

Aside from the Seventy-Two Masters, Wolbong was an expert in the most powerful martial arts techniques, including Arhat Fist and White Lotus Fist.

It was nothing compared to the clumsy recommended liquor of the Qing Dynasty, which imitated only the form with a deteriorated white border.

However, surprisingly, the fight between the two was close, drawing an even parallel line with the momentum of a dragon and a tiger and an egg and a difficult battle.

Because Cheong was a woman.

In fact, Wolbong was also dissatisfied with the unfair treatment of the team.

In the first place, the parts that could be hit in a bimu against a female martial artist were determined.

The best you can do is aim for the arms, legs, shoulders, non-lethal, hard areas, and the abdomen. Even if you aim for the abdomen, it is above the navel.

Cheong even has absolute defense against the most critical part of the torso, the solar plexus.

In comparison, Cheong targeted Wolbong’s chin, eye area, and even his head without hesitation.

Wolbong’s dissatisfaction was also growing.

Both of Cheong’s hands, which had been pouring out strong blows with straight lines and sharp angles, suddenly drew a soft but strange curve and grabbed Wolbong’s forearms.

Cheong carries two hundred pounds with one hand. It was also a non-rebound, purely strength using only the arms.

With both hands, it is 400 geun.

However, by using all the muscles of the body together, it was possible to extract overwhelming power worthy of the female version of a female porter who pulls out and throws mountains with a counter-diffusing force.

Wolbong’s body comes to mind. Boom!! With a loud noise, Wolbong’s body, shaped like a semicircle, violently collided with the floor of the non-stage.

Even in the midst of this, the ability to reduce the impact by hitting a falling technique was something that became ingrained in me through the arduous training of  Shaolin.

However, Cheong’s hand was still holding Wolbong’s wrist tightly.

Wolbong is flying. It was a very short flight that just took off and crashed in a semicircle, but it was also an amazing miracle that made the audience at the non-music conference gape at once.

bang! bang! bang! bang! The heavy collision caused the non-stage to break and get stuck repeatedly, causing the audience to be horrified and unable to take their eyes off them, wondering if they were going to die.

It was a time when Cheong was very determined and grabbed the wolbong and swung it. Suddenly, strength surged from Wolbong’s fist and he struck my wrist like a hammer.

“evil!”

Cheong, who was hit by the gun, screamed.

You will know when you get hit. If I were hit a few more times, my bones would not only be damaged, they would break and crumble.

Wolbong’s fist closes again. Cheong let go of Wolbong’s arm just before Kwon Kang’s trajectory reached him.

“Ugh.”

Wolbong, which had grabbed my wrist with its hand, quickly moved away with a short groan. However, he also achieved balance for a moment using the Cheongeunchu technique and came down with his palms together.

“Whew. Phew.”

Cheong took a breath.

Swinging a person who was struggling not to be swayed and resisting required a completely different level of strength than an iron ball of the same weight.

It was then. When Wolbong’s fist suddenly stretched out, Cheong got scared and tried to stamp his foot –

A piece of Cheong flew over and fell over. Ugh, why, why are there breasts again! You bastard! Now you’re aiming for someone else’s chest in a fight without even paying attention!

And then suddenly a shadow appears.

Cheong quickly rolled over at the rare sight of his bald head shining brightly, blocking the sun. It can be said that Cheong is a professional cloud person who has already reached the level of a master through countless exercises on the bed using a technique called Naryeotagon.

A strong fist penetrates the unarmed floor like a hawk snatching it away. Cheong, who did not miss that brief moment even in a world that was spinning so frantically, felt chilled.

Wasn’t it a rain dance? Isn’t it completely salty?

Cheong quickly got up from his rolling rotation and looked into Wolbong’s blood-lined eyes. It was the look in the eyes of someone who was truly angry.

“Whoa. It seems that Hinayana underestimated the monk too much. “I will no longer look at you and do my best.”

“under.”

Cheong snorted in bewilderment.

What? Why is Ji so angry?

It was Cheong, not Wolbong, who was pranked during the sacred meeting.

Until now, the only proper Shaolin martial arts was the White Treasure Divine Strike, which was a warning that it could be done like this, and the true Shaolin martial arts did not use it at all, as if they were hiding it.

Even if you look down on a person, you can see the difference, and this was also the reason why Cheong was so angry that he just used force rather than martial arts.

Just as he said he would not tolerate it, Wolbong was the first to step on Jinak and get crushed. At that moment, the sight of Wolbong increases and becomes more intense.

It was a time when Cheong was raising his eyesight to catch an incoming attack and repel it.

Suddenly, five steps in front of me, I held out my palm and a huge force of Jangyoung’s energy hit me.

It was the great power of the great power.

As Cheong steps urgently, the figure instantly splits into eight, raising both arms and flying like a crane/ spinning gracefully and flying backwards/ jumping as if grazing the floor/ rolling far away with the elasticity of both feet/ flying on all fours like an animal Running / making a quick turn with the momentum from the iron pan bridge / slowly walking away from the spot / shooting out in a straight line like a cannonball, shooting out in all directions before suddenly disappearing after four steps.

Cheong turned his body around in a move that naturally followed Neungpamibo’s emergency escape.

Then the shiny bald heads of Wolbong approached again, leaving an afterimage.

All kinds of seasonal gifts poured out from Wolbong’s hands.

The Arhat God Fist that leaves behind an afterimage as if it is wielding six arms, the White Lotus God Fist with all the destructive power of shattering cliffs, the Daegeumryong Sansui, where the power energy swirls around and meets the enemy with the blade of the hand, and the four-pronged power energy bullets that fly in a parabola are shot. It was a magical art called supernatural power.

Cheong was busy swinging his arms frantically to block, block, and dodge the attack by rolling, crawling, jumping, and flying.

No, what, what? Well, what’s going on?

It was Cheong who was only now painfully realizing his reputation as a world-class  Shaolin.

But Cheong’s eyes are just fierce.

Even if you say it’s the pinnacle, how much deeper is it? Because Cheong was the one who pulled it out with infinite strength and didn’t run away.

I’m pouring out a lot of strong qigong, but even if I had to eat Shaolin elixirs and Daehwandan instead of rice, I wonder if I could endure it.

And then, boom!

Cheong’s body was greatly shaken after being hit on the outside of his knee. Hey, bastard! A cowardly kick!

Of course, this was the best new technique among the techniques called Musangak.

In Cheong’s tilted field of vision, he caught a fist standing next to the bald head. As soon as Cheong urgently raises his forearm, boom!!

Cheong’s new model was separated again.

Cheong, who turned around, stepped on the ground, widened the distance, turned around, landed, and spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

I was able to block the fist aimed at hitting me in the face, but I ended up hitting myself with my own will, so the inside of my cheek was torn and my mouth was a mess with the taste of metal licking.

“Yes, I hit it… … !”

Cheong’s eyes rolled back and he ran forward with all his might. If the audience blinks once, the distance between them becomes narrower, and she is startled and ends up straining her eyes.

Wolbong quietly pulls his fist in his seat.

It was a preparatory move for the Baekbo Shinken.

When you finally take a step forward and stretch out your fist with a presence as gigantic as Taisan-

Cheong also stretched out his palm as if he would not let go.

The moment when fists and palms collide.

Damn-!!!

Suddenly, along with the sound of a temple bell that vibrates the heavens and earth, a powerful explosion of true energy causes a very rough gust of wind to reach the audience and violently sweep past them.

And a piece of cotton yarn flying in the sky, fluttering in the rough wind.