Chapter - 509 Episode 509. You said you'd cut my neck, right? (4)

"You little leech!"

Yi Byeok, the elder of the Binggo, shouted angrily.

But blocking the front didn't respond at all. He just swung the sword silently and tied the feet of this wall.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Tension came out of this wall's hands.

It was a truly brutal sight, but from the perspective of the opponent, it was just a wild and reckless technique.

It couldn't have been difficult to deal with.

"You little lad in the middle ground!"

Back Cheon, who swung a sword once to counter the fence, looked at the wall with dark eyes.

'It's no match for a female elder.’

I was nervous about being the elder of the Bingo, but this guy is less than half as good as Yosa Hon. No, the word elder was overshadowed.

The elders of the clique he has seen so far have not been this weak. Their fields were neither sharp nor sophisticated, compared to Solchon Sang's now spouting fearsome force.

'This is what happens to those who don't grind themselves against power.’

Of course, these guys are stronger than Baek Cheon now.

But…….

"This side is already tired of holding on to the strong guy's trouser legs."

Baek Cheon shouted and threw a sword toward the centerline of the wall.

Of course, there is a desire to overwhelm the opponent with colorful swords. He's also a warrior. But Baek Cheon knew too well what his role is now.

Trusting and enduring.

Holding and dragging the ankle so that no one can interfere with what Chung-Myung is trying to do.

That was enough for me.

Baek Cheon calmed down his excitement.

"Foolish bastard! What difference do you think this will make?"

He didn't react as if he couldn't hear the cries of this wall. He even concentrated on the sword's edge to answer that nonsense.

I'll never miss it.’

If he does what he has to do, Chung-Myung does what's left of him.

If he doesn't do his part properly and someone gets hurt or dies, Baek Cheon won't forgive himself.

So I had to concentrate.

He sharpened his senses. Endlessly thin, endlessly sharp. Enough to break when someone touches it.

At the same time as dealing with this wall, he has to look at other death penalty.

What about your brother and sister?

As I turned my eyes slightly, I could see Yoo-Esul holding on to the elder of the bingo.

He shivered slightly at the moment's eerie rush.

I felt a terrible concentration just by glancing at it. It looked like no one could shake Yoo-Esul. Baek Cheon also made up his mind, but it felt lukewarm compared to her.

On the other side, Jo-Gol and Yoon-Jong were driving their opponents in a frightening manner.

Kagak! Kagagak!

Only the two swords are heated together like a double sword used by one person.

Baek Cheon nodded slightly.

Why wouldn't Jo-Gol want to deal with an enemy alone just because it's Yoon-Jong? Just as Baek Cheon now wants to push his opponent to the full, they'll want to stand alone. You may want to test your capabilities to the limit.

However, they are trying to find the best they can by putting down those urges.

'Heavy.'

It wasn't only pleasant to have a good brother-in-law and a good quality. Every time they showed such a great performance, his shoulders became even heavier.But Baek Cheon was never weighed down by the weight.

Growth is getting through in the end. Without pressure, there is no growth. They were the driving force behind him.

"Amitabul!"

Whoo! Whoosh!

He bounced forward listening to the sound of Hye Yeon's power, who is now quite used to it. Perhaps Hye Yeon's side is now shooting at the enemy's memorization that Dang-Soso has brought.

'You must be angry.'

You can't fight with swords like any of Hwasan's disciples.

'It's okay. You'll be stronger, too.’

Baek Cheon now stared at this wall with a force of concentration that would have horrified his opponent.

The back of this wall cooled.

What the hell are these guys?

Isn't that just a bunch of kids? A fool was only old enough to be a new member of the armed forces.

But their sense of humor and concentration were completely crushed by the common sense of this wall. I don't understand how I can be this skilled at this young age.

Is this what all the middle-class guys are like?’

Or are these Hwasan guys special?

God d*mn it.

Things were getting worse. Fraud once dropped is not easily restored. On the other hand, a group of rebels led by Yosa Hon were raising morale at this moment.

Of course.

Why won't the morale of those who are pushing their opponents beyond their abilities rise?

'Not like this!'

At this rate, it was clear that even if we won, the damage would be too great. I'll try to get back to you as soon as possible...….

But at that very moment.

"Gungjuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

"Argh! My lord!"

A desperate scream pierced his ear. This contemplated wall looked back reflexively.

And

An incredible sight caught my eye.

"Cough……."

Seonji blood trickled out of my mouth.

The sword, which penetrated the solar plexus, stirred the intestines, and blood was flowing back through the esophagus.

"Cough."

Coughing and vomiting blood, Solchon Sang looked at the sword stuck in his stomach.

It's pouring.

Red blood was running down the coroner's body.

This was Chung-Myung's blood, not him. Blood from Chung-Myung's hand, who grabbed the blade with his bare hands, fell on Solchon Sang's stomach on a sword.

Are you out of your mind?

That was a brilliant sword that even cut off his hands with dirty pores. No matter how long it runs, there's nothing strange about the finger being cut off at the moment.

But at that urgent moment when their lives came and went, they grabbed the blade with their bare hands and penetrated his stomach.

"Ugh……."

The mental shock was greater than the pain of the stomach being pierced.

"Argh!"

Solchon Sang, who gathered all his last strength, grabbed the blade of the sword, pulled it out of the ship and pushed it away. Red blood gushed through the knees that touched the snow field.

He leaned back as he was. On a sharp day, I cut my finger and my back was stuck in the snow, but I couldn't feel any pain or coldness.

He turned over his body even as he lifted his blood. He crawled, rolled, scratched the floor, and forced himself to stand up.

The legs were shaking, the whole body was shaking. The moment before my eyes, I felt dizzy and lost consciousness. I repeated my return.

But he saw clearly in the meantime.

Chung-Myung is looking straight at this side while holding the sword."……why not?"

Solchon Sang, who bites the blood bubbles, muttered.

I couldn't bear to collapse without solving this aging problem.

"Why... Why am I such a thing as you?To ……."

"Tatt."

Chung-Myung spat blood out of his mouth and wiped his nose and mouth with his hands.

"Because it's weak."

“…….”

"The reason is simple. Because you're weak.”

Solchon Sang's face is horribly distorted.

"I'm…… I'm weak?"

"Yeah."

Chung-Myung said coldly without giving any room.

"I've never stood up to the king with my own strength."

“…….”

"I borrowed someone else's hand when I got there. After all, you've never fought for your life."

Blood-soaked Chung-Myung's teeth were revealed.

"That's why you're a rookie."

"Hh……."

A despondent smile came out of Solchon Sang's mouth.

"I'm... I'm a rookie? Me? Hahahaha! Did I?

Blood tears flowed from his eyes, where the blood vessels burst.

"What do you people know? What do you people who have lived in the comfort zone know? In order to survive in this barren land, we have no choice but to take it from each other! No matter what you do! What do you know about that?….”

Oh, my god!

At that moment, Chung-Myung's body brushed past Solchon Sang, reconciled with light.

“…….”

Solchon Sang, who stopped talking, looked up at the sky with a blank face.

"I'm not wrong…….”

Soon a red line appeared on his neck.

At first it looked like a solid line, but after a while Solchon Sang's neck slowly cut off and fell to his side.

Chung-Myung, who saw the scene, opened his mouth quietly.

"That neck, you said you'd cut it, right?

No, did you say you'd find out when your throat was about to be cut off?

'How about anything.'

Because the dead won't feel anything anymore.

a hot-tempered body

The terrible pain began to pour in belatedly.

It was a very short fight, but it was more intense. Unspeakable pain erupted from the cut by the sword and hit by tension.

I'm weak.

We should gamble this much against a guy like that. If the game had been a little longer, it would have been Chung-Myung, not the author, who is now on the floor.

But he won.

There's only one difference.

Solchon Sang has never fought for his life, and Chung-Myung has fought for his life. The difference in experience divided life and death.

That's right away.

Walking trudgingly, Chung-Myung picked up Solchon Sang's head on the floor.

Whether he didn't believe the situation until the moment he died, Solchon Sang couldn't close his eyes to the end.

Chung-Myung looked around, grabbing the head.

"The Lord of the Palace...….”

"The Lord of the Palace..."

The warriors of the Bingo alternately looked at the necks of Chung-Myung and the palace owner with a mixture of astonishment and fear.

It was a shock to them that Solchon Sang could never have imagined defeat.

It's pouring.

Chung-Myung, who casually wiped the blood from his nose, looked at the battlefield. Silence quickly spread on the battlefield, where blood and death were raging.

Those who fought wildly were also surprised by the creepy silence behind their backs. The battlefield, which had been raging, soon became silent as if it had been splashed with water.

Hawasan's disciples were thrilled to see the sight. At this moment, everyone in the battlefield was looking at only Chung-Myung.Where his reputation does not work.

A place where you can't fight with a lot of men.

In such harsh circumstances, Chung-Myung completely controlled this battlefield with only his own sword.

Chung-Myung threw the supply and demand in his hand forward.

Everyone's eyes slowly stopped following the head rolling on the floor as it moved. When the gaze that had been fixed for such a moment again turned to Chung-Myung, many emotions were swirling in it.

"The war is over."

A firm, cold voice came out of Chung-Myung's mouth.

"The princess is dead."

“…….”

"Those who want to fight more without meaning, come forward. I'll deal with you."

Chung-Myung's whole body staring at the bingos was soaked with blood. Far from anyone coming forward, I couldn't even make eye contact with Chung-Myung.

Once Solchon Sang was decapitated, the fight was no longer meaningful. Now only Solso Baek can get to the position of the princess.

The moment they lost Solchon Sang, their war was over.

The battle that determined the fate of the Bingo was so vainly concluded by the hand of a stranger, not by them, but from a far-off midfield.

Chung-Myung's gaze touched one place.

Flinch.

The eye contact Yosa Hon grabbed a rattling heart and took a deep breath. And shouted loudly with a little trembling voice.

"Throw away your weapons! Those who surrender will not be punished!"

A moment of hesitation engulfed the crowd.

Then Yosa Hon chipped at them.

"The new palace is watching, and you're going to fight back to the end-to-end.

Everyone's eyes were on Solso Baek, who was under the protection of Hanyi Myung, as thunderstorms broke out.

Although his face turned white, the moment he saw the child standing there somehow, his or her body drained of energy.

Chaeng.

Chaeng.

The weapons fell to the ground one by one.

Flop.

Flop. Flop.

And the warriors of the resisting bingo knelt down to the spot in unison.

Chung-Myung, who was still looking at the scene, spat out blood in his mouth again and smirked.

"Not bland."

But it's okay.

The enemy he has to deal with from now on won't be this bland.

Chung-Myung's gaze touched the far-off sun.

When the sun goes down, darkness comes.

And in that darkness he will now have to deal with those who are more familiar.

Now it's your turn.’

Chung-Myung's mouth, which recalls Mahkyo, was cruelly twisted.