“Wet.”

The afterword, “It’s just like that,” was forcibly omitted.

Gyeon Po-hee’s intestines hit the solar plexus.

The weft that had been pushed out due to the cave in in my chest could barely go an inch and came to a shaky stop.

Because of the hand that grabbed the hem of my clothes at the same time as hitting me.

You might be wondering what kind of trick it was to hold him like that and lay him down on the floor so affectionately.

In fact, only the rib cage was broken cleanly and the intact sternum was sunk, so the idea was to not lie down and die so that the pieces would not pierce the internal organs, but to suffer for a long time.

It would have been easy to recognize him because he had already reached the highest level thanks to the ferocity of the Cheongdo Salseong, but now he was preoccupied with cooling his cold, boiling insides.

With a bang, the door swings open as if it will break.

Two women coming inside.

Before he knew it, Cheong had taken off the signboard of Gwangju Seonbang and was holding it tightly.

“Who, huh?”

As luck would have it, a warrior near the gate was startled and grabbed the handle of the sword.

But it was one step too late.

Because the edges of the vertical signboard are spilling towards the top of my head.

Along with the sound of rustling and breaking watermelons, the salt and oil-soaked plaque in the sea breeze digs into the disciple’s head.

Red and white stains spread across one side of the Gwangju Seonbang letters.

Cheong’s gaze as he looks at the fallen warrior is as strange as looking at a stone on the side of the road.

I just thought, when the author was about to catch and kill one of the guys, I caught a few of them sneaking away.

How ridiculous must they have been to look at people so carefreely, without any preparation, even after they have seen what they have done?

That’s because Gwangju Seonbang is a room.

Because it is an association of shipowners, shipbuilders, and fishing village owners from Gwangju.

Those who escaped like that quickly dispersed to find the eldest brothers of their respective factions and inform the officials’ mansions, so the news did not actually reach the main manor of Gwangju Seonbang.

But what does the Blue House have to know?

I just quietly closed my eyes, and when I heard the sound of several people doing Haphap, I thought they were peacefully engaged in morning training.

Cheong walks toward the sound, holding the signboard and dragging the hammer.

In the bluestone-paved training hall in the back, topless Gwangju Seonbang warriors are spending some surprisingly serious training time.

“one! “Get out of bed!”

“Get out of bed!”

“two! “Great mutual help!”

“Together!”

“three! Taal. Huh.”

The instructor, who was shouting Chosik at the head of the group, is startled and swings his sword.

Kang! The blade that collided with the hammerhead broke into pieces and attacked the instructor.

As if that wasn’t enough, the fragments of the Tao that passed by were drawn with blood lines on the face of the instructor who was pushed away.

“Who are you?”

But instead of an answer, all that comes out is a desperate scream.

One of the disciples who lost his lower arm is scratching his vocal cords while swearing, “I’m going to die!”

It’s a contagious scream.

The screams of a disciple who collapsed after his knees were bent in the opposite direction, a plea for help as he held on to his spilled and shaking internal organs.

Every time it is swung, the screams are loud without fail, and several blood stains are left one after another on the signboard of Gwangju Seonbang, and before you know it, red drops are forming on the sand of the training ground.

“Stop!”

The instructor shouts again.

However, it actually causes more damage.

The disciples are startled and retreat when they hear the sound of stopping, but Cheong and Gyeon Po-hee silently rush in, tearing, breaking, and piercing whatever they catch, and then just move on to the next one, and the next, and the next.

Finally, the instructor rushes in.

On one side of the training ground, the expression on his face as he lunges at the weapons rack, holding a sword in his hand, is quite solemn.

“I will deal with you.”

The mother-in-law says so and runs ahead of Cheong.

Cheong responded by lightly shaking his cotton thread, and then swung the signboard towards the warrior.

The Gwangju Seonbang signboard, which was written in red letters on a yellow background, is now in red letters on a red background, so it is not very visible.

Screams and moans spread throughout the training ground.

In other words, it also means that there are no dead people.

Because the dead don’t speak.

This is because Cheong’s attack does not aim for fatal blood vessels.

“Ugh! die!”

One of the warriors runs towards me, spitting out anger.

Maybe it’s because he was attacked by my classmate or my older brother’s younger brother, but he seems to be quite temperamental.

Cheong sees the warrior through the cotton thread.

Looking at your feet, you know the distance by measuring your stride, looking at your arms, you know when to extend your weapon, and looking at your eyes, you know where to cut.

How difficult is it to accept something if you know the distance, time, and location?

At first glance, it just seems like a random swing.

However, at the moment the warrior stepped on the ground and made his advance, the plaque, which was curved at an exquisite angle, hit his lower thigh, causing his knee to bend.

This is the moment when the essence of the world’s laziest sword, the King Sword type, unfolds as none other than the signboard of the hostile faction.

Jump! The feeling of bones crunching.

The samurai’s path took a sharp turn to Cheong’s right, and he unexpectedly struck his comrade’s shoulder with his sword.

Either that or not.

An indifferent line divides the stretched space.

Warriors rolling on the floor without fail.

These are details that are not dead, but will remain dead or maimed.

In the first place, the skills of the disciple who has been training as a group since morning must be amazing.

Not long after that, Gyeon Po-hee also returns and supports Cheong.

So what fills the gym is blood and tears.

“stop! “Stop it!”

Someone yells again.

It’s a deep voice with quite a bit of inner energy.

But how on earth do the Sapa bastards speak in a consistent voice?

Cheong tilts his head and looks at the newly appeared Gosu.

What I mean is, let’s see if we hear anything.

The sides and back are covered with amulets, and only the front is covered with cotton, so the master, thinking that their eyes have met, pretends to politely take the gun.

“I don’t know where the deceased is, but please calm down your anger-”

“So, let’s talk? “Leave a good knife?”

Chief instructor Bi Seong-nak sweats at the crooked voice.

The training ground is already a ghostly hell, everyone is rolling on the floor, moaning and complaining of pain, but not many people are actually dead.

Killing it is easy, but trying to neutralize it by turning it into an idiot is at least more difficult than that.

What’s more, after beating them all down like that, there are not one, but two Gosu in front of me who are calm and not even faltering in their breathing.

Bi Seong-nak chooses his words carefully.

But how much can Sapa have to say?

Unfortunately, something similar to a common threat comes out.

“This room is under the protection of the Apostolic Alliance.”

Cheong snorts.

“so? Is that proud Sapaleon protecting you? Why don’t you just say you’re looking for your ancestors? “Where is Safarian now?”

The Apostolic Alliance is far away and the Qing Dynasty is close.

Bi Seong-nak, who realized that the authority of Sadoryeon was not working at all, immediately changed his tone.

“It’s not that, we were wondering if we might have done something rude.”

“Don’t you know who I am? She’s a civil engineering fairy. Several workers, including carpenters, died today. “You still don’t know what rude behavior you made?”

“If it has anything to do with us-”

“You already know everything, so don’t lose your strength with pointless lies.”

Bi Seongnak’s heart sinks.

Although there is an ark, he is more of a representative among them than a master, so there must be one or two heads who give orders.

One of them must have done something.

As Bi Seong-nak explains the situation, he sounds almost like a plea.

“So, we will hunt down the executive who carried out the trick and hand him over. “Remove your anger.”

“A mosquito bit me.”

Cheong says something out of the blue.

While Bi Seong-nak makes a puzzled expression, Cheong calmly continues his conversation.

“Should I just find the mosquito that bit me and kill it? Or should I just kill everyone I see?”

Bi Seongnak’s expression hardens.

Cheong gestures leisurely.

“ruler. I’ll give up three numbers. “You will have to give it your all.”

In response, Bi Seong-nak quietly draws the Tao.

Wooung, he is strong in his swordsmanship, and he is a supreme warrior in his body, and his poomsae exudes a serious and heavy spirit.

Since the Qing has already expressed its intention, all that remains is a clash between nothingness and nothingness.

Bi Seong-nak looks back on his martial arts skills that he has accumulated over a long period of time, Chosik.

Is it because it is a moment of challenge where life and death are at stake?

The shape of the Tao, which had been seen only as a vague outline, appears clearly in my mind today.

Biseongnak’s heart is pounding.

Because I had some confidence that if I overcome this crisis today, I will leap forward one step further.

Thus, Bi Seongnak held on to the ideal path that came to his mind.

Soon, with a bang, Jin-gak, with all his might, violently tramples the ground –

And Cheong threw a dagger.

The raindrops fly straight up and slide across the floor, shouting hurrahs.

It flew so hard that its fingertips almost touched Cheong’s feet.

Cheong quickly lifts his foot and cleans it up, as if he is being washed away by dirt.

Next, the black magic energy of the Heavenly Demon Reigning Bore rises from the Yongcheonhyeol in the center of the sole of the foot, and he steps on the floor and crushes Bi Seongnak’s elbow.

“Ouch! “Aaaah!”

The scream rang out twice.

Because Gyeon Po-hee, who was nearby, stepped on Bi Seong-nak’s remaining arm.

“Blood, rain, cowardice. “I’m giving up three moves.”

“I don’t talk to bugs.”

Cheong’s instep fills Bi Seongnak’s field of vision.

Extermination of bug nests is more difficult than you might think.

Maybe that’s why my insides are still churning, and even though I’ve been hitting, beating, breaking, and tearing as much as I can, I’m not happy at all.

I was wondering why they put off such an easy task and let so many innocent people die.

A crowd of onlookers had already gathered in front of the main gate of Gwangju Seonbang.

Screams continued to ring out beyond the wall, and there were more than one warrior from Gwangju Seonbang who ran away in panic among the crowd. They were so scared that they were unable to cross the gate and were only gathered in front of it.

So, when Cheong appeared, kicking down the rickety gate, shouts of “Oh!” rang out from the onlookers.

However, perhaps because he was afraid of Gyeon Po-hee, who was next to Cheong, his expression was bright but he seemed unable to get close.

That’s because Gyeon Po-hee was holding the man’s hair tightly.

This is Bi Seong-nak, a man whose limbs are all mush and limp and shaking like a dead octopus.

Even though he couldn’t approach, someone seemed to be happy to see him and called out to ask how Cheong was doing.

“Fairy! “You’re safe!”

Cheong chuckles at that, and for the first time today, a smile spreads across his face.

However, contrary to his facial expression, he is yelling in a noble voice.

“Why are you saying this because there was something to see?”

Cheong says and throws the signboard.

The four letters of Gwangju Seonbang, covered in blood, lie down on the wooden floor of the central pier.

“Whether you burn it or throw it away, it’s up to you. “There are no good people in there, so if you have something that can make money, take care of it or not.”

The crowd is so excited that they rush into Gwangju Seonbang.

The intention may be to grab a share right now.

In the first place, isn’t what these Safa guys are doing to make money by selling what they want?

If you see trash crawling on the floor, you might think that you should give it back to what was done to you.

Cheong looks at this from a distance, but then turns his gaze to Bi Seong-nak.

“Isn’t it unfair that you’re the only one who became an asshole? What is the fault of a servant who was manipulated and exploited by someone else who ordered him to do so and end up being an asshole for the rest of his life? “Ah, it’s a sad situation for a hunting dog that met the wrong owner.”

Cheong giggles and then continues.

“So, I have to go and punish those who ordered me to do so. ah. okay. If you still have loyalty left to protect, you can keep your mouth shut. Why would you let someone who wants to die live just because directions are difficult? ruler. So, the answer? Where should I go? “If possible, can you tell me if it’s a little closer and without wasting movement time?”

At that, Bi Seongnak’s expression becomes distorted.

However, apart from that, sometimes the answer comes obediently.

“To the west of here, there is a great room called Haegungdaeseon.”

Cheong stretched out his hand to Bi Seongnak and spread his palm out.

Gyeon Po-hee held his hair and adjusted it to a good position for tapping, and Cheong patted his cheek with satisfaction.

“Good idea. Even if your limbs are crippled, the living should live.”