Chapter - 302 Episode 302. It wasn't like that when I was young. When I was young! (2)

Squeeze.

Namggung Dowi, tightening his waistband, looked down at his petal.

Growl.

The sword, which is slowly pulled out, shines white in the sunlight.

He pushed the sword back in and checked himself in front of Tokyo.

The two characters, the sky blue robe, the cloud pattern engraved on the chest, and the Changcheon, seem to stand out more today.

"Whoo."

After a short deep breath, he rolled up the corners of his mouth.

I can see a handsome man with an arrogant smile in Tokyo.

"Didn't I tell you to watch your face?"

Then Namgung Dowi turned his head to the sudden voice heard from behind.

"Father."

His father was Namgung Wang, the owner of the Southern Palace Sega.

"People don't mind whether you're arrogant or not inside. But as soon as I put it on the surface, I've been saying that those who followed you will be enemies."

Namggung Dowi bowed slightly to the loud voice of Namggung Hwang.

Namggung Wang continued, kicking his tongue.

"That's what it's like to be on top."

Every word was weighed down.

"People close their eyes to the big blemish I have, but they can never tolerate the small blemish of the upper tooth. Therefore, he who is in the position of dominating others should always be in good shape. And that's the attitude of a man who was born with the s*x of a man."

"I'll keep that in mind, Father."

Namgung Wang nodded as if he was satisfied.

But for a moment, too, his expression soon hardened again.

"By the way, the old file room guys are playing a dirty trick. A redraw to prevent corruption. It's a good cause, but I'm sure he's actually going to drop you somehow."

Namgung Dowi nodded lightly.

"What do you say? If you want, now...…."

"Father."

Namgung Dowi shook his head lightly. And said with a light smile.

"Whether it's Shaolin's Hye Yeon or Hwasan's Chung-Myung, he's just the one who needs to win one day. What's the difference if it's a little faster?"

"Yes, that's how you're a descendant of the Southern Palace."

There was a faint sneer on Namgung Wang's face.

'That means they're not going to lose anything, whether it's Hwasan's Chung-Myung or us.''

You wicked old-fashioned bastards.

"And…."

Then Namgung Dowi opened his mouth in a calm voice.

"Even if I have diarrhea, I can't complain if I don't complain, but Namgoong can't complain. Then don't you think I don't like the Wasan Mythology?"

"So is he."

Namgung Wang nodded slowly at his son's words. And I asked.

"What do you think? Are you confident of winning?"

Namgung Dowi replied with a slight smile.

"Hwasan의 Chung-Myung. He was definitely strong."

"That's right."

"But with such a light sword, we cannot deal with the king's sword. I will prove today that the world's first inspection is not Hwasan nor a shaman, but Namgung."

"Yeah."

Namgung Wang smiled softly.

"That's enough."

Namggung Dowi, who left the war, was lined up with tablets of Namgung Sega dressed in sky-blue uniforms.

"How are you feeling?"

"It's the best."

"Brother! I trust you."

"Of course."

"The honor of the Southern Palace Sega hangs on the shoulders of the cow. You must never sit idle!"

"Of course, uncle."

Namggung Dowi responded to every single word of encouragement and blessing and headed to the place where Namggung Hwang's non-When I walked a little outside the front angle, a wide square came out. The people who filled the square turned to them in unison.

"Namgoongsehada!"

"Changcheon Namgung Sega is here!"

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The admiration and praise poured out on them.

This is the power of good writing.

Namgung Sega, known as the head of the Five Great Sega, has been the most prestigious family for hundreds of years. If you have any enemies in your stronghold, you can't help but hear the name Changcheon Namse.

That's why everyone looks at them with a yearning eye.

Hana Namung Dowi wasn't particularly happy with the outpouring of cheers.

I don't like it.'

His forehead was wrinkled finely.

The family's teaching to show a relaxed appearance in front of people did not completely distort his expression, but his heart sank heavily.

Reason?

It is very simple.

"It's Hwasan!"

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Wasan is here!"

"Hwasan the Dragon! It's the Hwasan Divine Dragon!"

"Here comes the Chung-Myung and the Wasans!"

Shouts that were not comparable to those poured on Namgung Sega began to shake Shaolin.

Namgung Dowi bit his lips without realizing it.

Yesterday, after Jin Geum Ryong and Baek Cheon, and Chung-Myung and Isong Baek, Hwasan's popularity penetrated the sky.

Since the beginning of the tournament, Hwasan's popularity has been very high. The Wasan faction, who had been in the old file room but had fallen, returned splendidly after a bone-cutting patience. This was enough to touch the hearts of the powerful people watching.

Everyone was hoping that Hwasan would bring that old file room and the Great Sega down the peg.

The expectation literally exploded in the sorrows with Jongnam.

Baek Cheon's name, which was displayed in front of Hwasan's colorful and gorgeous plum blossoms, was constantly mentioned, and Chung-Myung's name, which stole everyone's attention in response to Isong Baek of Jongnam, was twice as popular as before.

So no matter how popular they are, there is no way to beat Hawasan.

Namggung Dowi, who made a slight frown, looked at the Wasan faction walking in.

"Hehe. Someone great is here. Hehehehe."

When I saw Chung-Myung smiling brightly in front of me, my stomach felt strangely twisted.

'What a frivolity.'

A cilantro should have a sense of weight.

But Chung-Myung was more frivolous than anything he'd ever seen. It is hard to believe that he is a rising master and the world's best posthumous index.

'That's until today.'

Unbecoming hypocrisy is harmful to you.

For Chung-Myung, the author should be informed of his defeat today.

Namgung Dowi, who was so determined, glared at Chung-Myung with his subdued eyes.

Namggung Wang spoke low looking at such Namggung Dowi.

"It's not easy."

"……."

"Don't underestimate your opponent."

"But you don't have to be scared. That's what you want to say."

Namgung Wang nods his head as if he likes the answer.

"Go and show it to them. What the King's sword is."

"Of course."

Namgung Dowi grabbed a sword with one hand and slowly climbed onto the stage.

Climbing onto the stage with a flurry of cheers, he narrowed his forehead as he looked across the empty space.

It's not rude.

So far, no one has kept Namggung Dowi waiting.

However, Chung-Myung seemed to be in no hurry even though he knew who his opponent was.

In his eyes, Chung-Myung, who was babbling with the death penalty, came to the aesthetic stage.And on Chung-Myung's back, the death penalty drops eyes or feeds him fist potatoes.

What a mess.

Namggung Dowi had no choice but to look distorted.

How can Mupa be so frivolous?

The way in which ignorance begins is by straightening up one's body. But that place called Hwasan seems to have only a bunch of things like a male mountain bandit.

That's no different from the Heukdo, is it?

"Have you been waiting?"

Did I wait?

Namggung Dowi looked across from Chung-Myung, frowning.

A bridge that extends out slightly to the side.

The body looks solid, but I can't feel any energy because it's crooked and bent.

In addition, despite his compliance-looking face, the grumpy and irritable face made the viewer frown.

It was Namgung Dowi who understood at this moment the father's teaching that he should pay attention to his physical attitude and expression.

What would your subordinates learn from these people?

"Whoo."

Namgung Dowi, who took a short deep breath, captured Chung-Myung.

"Namgung Dowi of the Southern Palace Sega."

"I'm Chung-Myung from Hwasan."

Contrary to his expression, Chung-Myung had his own courtesy and had the right to fight back.

Then Namgung Dowi's eyes were slightly different.

'But it's not a bad case.'

It was not Namgung Dowi who could not distinguish between those who express examples with their own minds and those who express examples with their own heart.

What is certain is that the author has learned the example properly.

Feeling a little relieved, Namgung Dowi slowly pulled out the sword.

"Hwasan's sword seemed very sharp."

"Well, it's normal."

"But don't think the sword will work on me either."

And he smiled and said.

"I am not swayed by the splendor of the dark palace. You will know that there is a sky above today."

"Oh, yes, yes."

Chung-Myung replied in a seductive way and pulled out a sword.

"Now that I know, let's get started. I'm in a bit of a hurry right now."

"You'd better recover your composure. I'll be different from the enemies you've faced so far."

"Yes, it's very different. A lot."

Chung-Myung sighed with all his heart.

If you throw it in a demon's den somewhere, it's inevitable because a man who looks like a wet wet wetter keeps picking on him.

Should I just break his head first?'

He thought seriously for a moment, but eventually shook his head.

No, because Jang Moon-in told me to pretend to deal with him.'

Chung-Myung sighed deeply.

There was a new request from Hyun Jong from the morning.

He said, "Since the eyes of other writers who are looking at him these days are unusual, please pretend to mix swords in moderation."

If it weren't for that, I'd just kick a guy like that.

It's better to die than to suffer.….

"You don't understand."

At that time, Namgung Dowi spoke in a slightly subdued voice.

"What?"

"I said you were different from those you've dealt with so far."

There is a subtle sneer around Namgung Dowi's mouth.

"If you think of their swords and deal with me, you'll see a big setback. Because I have what they don't have."

"Oh?"

Chung-Myung scanned Namgung Dowi with strange eyes.

"Oh, you mean different?"

"I don't mean to belittle them. But if you look at it coldly, they're the only ones in the world. There are only a few people who are qualified to become the best in the world."Namgung Dowi points to Chung-Myung with a chin gesture.

"I'm sure you and I are."

"Whoa?"

Chung-Myung tilted his head a couple of times and asked.

"I'm asking just in case……."

"Hm?"

"Is your real name a silver dragon?"

"…What do you mean?"

"No, something unlucky is so similar. I was wondering if it was your blood."

"Bad luck?"

An offended Namgung Dowi distorted his face.

But Chung-Myung was unfair in his own way.

"Handsome and unlucky, it's worth it."

That's what Geum Ryong is like, and that's what Eun Ryong is like.

Namggung Dowi said, struggling to put on a look.

"I fully understand your arrogance. You haven't met the right person so far. That Hwajeong sword or Jongnam's Jin Geum Ryong or Isong Baek couldn't satisfy you."

Chung-Myung's head, which he had been listening to, began to tilt slightly.

"Oh, so you're different?"

"You'll see when you've been through it. But I'll make sure you realize it. What's the difference in class?"

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Oh, so neither Jin Geum Ryong nor Baek Cheon, nor Isong Baek are your opponents. This is it, right?

Very naturally, Chung-Myung's words become shorter little by little.

"Of course."

"Because you're a genius?"

"Of course I don't mean that. Just……."

"There's nothing to lose."

Chung-Myung snuck up the corners of his mouth and cut Namggung Dowi's words.

"Because you're a genius. Well, I admit it."

"Well, I'm embarrassed."

"That's ridiculous."

"Hm?"

Namgung Dowi's face, smiling leisurely, hardened. In addition, his eyes narrowed.

Chung-Myung was bending his head, making a woody sound from side to side.

"By the way, kids these days are weird. Where did you learn to change the subject? So, don't you want to say that you're a genius and all the kids here look the same?"

"It's just that I have different things."

"This is a funny guy."

Chung-Myung grinned.

"Well, I'd like to ask you one last question."

"Speak."

"Do you have any brothers?"

"…I don't know why I'm curious about that, but I do."

"That's enough."

Chung-Myung put the sword back in the sword and lifted it up.

There was a voice of dismay on the part of the Hwasan disciples, but Namggung Dowi had no idea what the act meant.

"Well, I'm going to start anyway. Don't be a surprise later on."

"Of course, advance."

"Hey, you're going to give up the first attack. I'm so flattered that I need to attack you properly."

Chung-Myung is starting to migrate.

The face of a group of Beck Cheons looking at it from afar turned pale.

"Sa, Sa-suk! Don't you have to stop them?"

"…How can I stop you? I'm doing the scrubbing."

"He's going to die like that."

"...do you think they're gonna kill me?"

"Yes."

"……Yes, I think it could be."

Baek Cheon looked at Chung-Myung with anxious eyes. But there was no time for him to try anything.

Chung-Myung lifted his sword and rushed like a ray of light toward Namggung Dowi.

Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love!

The sword fell down toward Namgang Dowi's head with a tremendous sound of breaking.

But Namggung Dowi lifted the sword, not a bit embarrassed by its speed and momentum.

"Brazen trick!"

I've already seen him attack his opponents with this upper hand several times.

This guy has a strange obsession with attacking the opponent's head for no reason.

I've already finished calculating that I'll come after my head if I give up my advance.

'I can't believe I'm falling for this kind of provocation. You're so shallow!'Namgung Dowi's sword correctly blocked Chung-Myung's sword.

"The moment the sword ran into him, he deflected and cut his side...….'

Oh, my god!

At that moment, a terrible sound spread over the entire Shaolin beyond the non-stage.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Oh. Oh...Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa."

At the same time, a painful scream burst out from the audience. Some clasped their mouths, and some lowered their hands and grabbed the groin.

However, no matter what the reaction was, everyone's eyes were focused on one place.

Namgung Dowi's gaze, too, slowly turned downward.

foot

Chung-Myung's stretched feet were exactly stuck in Namggung Dowi's groin.

"…Growl."

Namgung Dowi is broken as it is.

And

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

He grabbed the groin with both hands and began to roll on the floor.

The desperate scream forced the men in the hall to turn their eyes away without seeing more of it.

Hawsan's disciples also gathered their hands forward and were fed up with a blue face.

"Uh…. I'd rather kill him."

"I thought you'd just kill me. Yeah, he can't end it with that. Ugh……."

"That demon. That's so vicious."

But Chung-Myung, who couldn't hear their criticism, just grinned and smoothed Namggung Dowi's pelvis.

"It's okay, it's okay. You said you had brothers. You'll be able to connect it."

Yes?

That's not the problem?

That's none of my business.

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