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Jong-seok, who shared the common name with the same person, looked at him and said,

"Do you know Lee Soo-mi if you're a martial arts director of Yeonwangyeonga?"

Of course you know. If you're a martial arts director, you're in charge of martial arts action.

The only question I asked about Lee Soo-mi was to bring up her story.

"He's the lead actor in my work, and I don't know..."

The same old man who was talking lost his appetite while looking at Jong-seok.

'Do I have to speak up?'

It's a matter of a moment's concern whether or not to treat someone who is young or new.

But for a moment, I decided to speak up.

"No work."

Kang Seung-yoon, who is a warrior that he recognizes, if not respected, is a person who treats him respectfully, so he also respects himself.

If Kang Seung-yoon treats someone he respects, it can be seen as ignoring Kang Seung-yoon.

Along with the horse, the Dongsoin gave Kang Seung-yoon a wink. I'm asking who Jongseok is.

Kang Seung-yoon smiled at Jong-seok and opened his mouth.

"This great man is a terrible master. Master Dong will have a lot to learn."

The surest way to introduce a warrior to a warrior was to tell or show his ability.

In that sense, Kang Seung-yoon was the one who best informed Dongso-in about Jong-seok.

And Kang Seung-yoon's introduction made me wonder about his face.

'Tremendous coriander?'

The same small man looked at the stalks with curious eyes. In his view, Jong-seok didn't look very strong.

I could feel the energy of a strong man, but I couldn't feel it.

It was just that the muscles that looked out of the clothes were hard enough to exercise hard.

But Kang Seung-yoon describes Jong-seok as a great master.

And as a child knows, Kang Seung-yoon was not one of these nonsense.

Is there something I don't know?'

After seeing Kang Seung-yoon for a while, the Dong So-in gave Jong-seok the power of the gun and bowed his head.

"I know it's a rude request, but I can't stand the curiosity of a warrior and I'll be rude."

"What do you mean?"

When Jong-seok saw him, he opened his mouth.

"I'd like to ask for a lesson."

Kang Seung-yoon laughed at the same old man's remark.

"Mr. Lee, Master Dong, is one of the fighters I acknowledge. Please teach me a lesson."

When Kang Seung-yoon said, Jong-seok nodded while looking at him.

Master Gang made this work.

Kang Seung-yoon seemed to have guessed that if he introduced Jongseok as a great master, he would ask for a match.

That's why you're asking yourself a favor, not dissuading the same person.

For Kang Seung-yoon, it wouldn't have been a bad intention. Maybe it was because he wanted Jong-seok to teach him a lesson.

And Jong-seok said, "Let's fight against Jong-seok." I didn't feel too bad. You may feel bad that a stranger asks you to fight, but fighting a warrior doesn't just mean fighting.

Moreover, Kang Seung-yoon is a master. He was a martial arts master who trained so much before meeting himself, and after meeting himself, he became thicker.

If you think about it... ...if you're the Sonogong in the Dragon Ball, would you say Kang Seung-yoon is the Crying?

And Dongsoin is a master recognized by such Kang Seung-yoon. A master who does real martial arts, not a martial art that shows like Shaolin.

In that case, you'll gain something from having a confrontation with him.

Just like I got the gun-gon-pal-gwae-jang through Kang Seung-yoon.

'I'll have Master Gang talk to you later while we're in a fight... ...and let's see Master Dong's martial arts for now.'

After having a fight with the Dongsoin, Jong-seok took the lead thinking of giving a message not to do such a thing next time while playing a match with Kang Seung-yoon.

"Lee Jong-seok asks Master Dong for a lesson."

When Jong-seok politely asked for instruction, the person smiled and took a pose.

Papapot!

Jong-seok took the posture of a ball player with one hand forward, one hand backward, and the other lowered his posture.

Sweep! Sweep!

His face became more discreet as Jong-seok's hands gently wrapped around his surroundings.

'Taegeuk mark? And... it's strong.

As soon as Jong-seok got into position, he knew what Kang Seung-yoon meant.

Jong-seok was a strong man.

The person who was looking at Jong-seok as if he had hardened his breath.

"Whoa!"

With a deep breath, the spirits of the same people began to grow stronger.

And Jong-seok's face was filled with admiration when he saw it.

"Move the inner field."

He felt a strong history of his Danjeon while the Dongsoin exhaled a long breath.

'Ha!'

And Jong-seok, who was looking at the same person, burst into laughter. It wasn't because he was funny.

It was embarrassing, absurd, and surprising how a small man raised his inner strength.

The Dongsoin was raising his inner strength by exhaling his breath as much as possible.

Instead, he was supposed to exhale his breath to the fullest extent possible to boost his strength in the Danjeon.

Inner space is the energy of life and strength of life. When you're short of breath, your inner workings replace your short breath.

'It's ignorant, but it works. Is that how you realized it?'

Although Jong-seok thinks he is ignorant, his inner workings moved and replaced the vacancy, so it worked.

It's just...

However, although the internal organs can replace breathing, they cannot replace oxygen. I'm going to fight right before I run out of oxygen.

You can move your body through the air, but you need oxygen in the end. In other words, you can't stop breathing for long.

Sweep!

Jong-seok looked at the Dong-so-in as he unfolded the ball. The same person was still breathing out.

And it felt as strong as it was exhaling.

And...

The eyes of the same small man glistened.

Flash!

At that moment, his new model was in front of Jongseok, with the same man kicking the ground.

'Fast!'

None of the fighters I've seen so far has been this fast. Anyway, the same person who appeared in front of him lowered his body and raised the bowels strongly.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok, who avoided hitting the bowels quickly and strongly by slightly tilting his head, moved his hands.

Sweep!

As Jong-seok's hand approached, the same person quickly turned around.

Papapot!

Along with the rotation, the feet of the same small man quickly attacked the lower part of the stone.

Sweep!

Jong-seok, who avoided the attack at the bottom by gently moving his feet, was quickly bombarded with the same technique.

Puffing! Puffing!

Every time the same old man moved, a loud noise burst out in the air.

'Fast and heavy. And it's short and close.

Jong-seok was analyzing it, avoiding the same genre.

The same minor's technique was not splendid, but it was for practical use.

The attack was short and simple, but it was following the closest approach.

And it was powerful. But even if it's powerful, it's only useful to reach.

The same old man's method only flowed like the wind without touching the stalactites.

Fa'at!

Jong-seok flew backwards, avoiding the same old-fashioned way.

And Jong-seok extended his palm to the same man who was trying to run after him.

It meant to stop.

Jong-seok said when the same postmark stopped.

"Breathe."

I opened my mouth when I saw him with a red face after Jong-seok's words.

"Huh!"

Jong-seok nodded at the sight of a small man breathing heavily with his mouth open.

He was fighting with his brother, but felt his inner workings shake rapidly and fell back.

We can move with our inner space as Jong-seok thinks, but we cannot replace oxygen.

"Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth looking at the same person repeatedly exhaling and inhaling.

"That's great."

A child saw him at Jong-seok's words.

The words of the opponent, who avoided his attack with all his might, came out of his mouth, but I didn't think he was going to make fun of me.

Jong-seok's facial expression and voice really meant admiration.

asked him the same question.

"What do you mean?"

"I've met a few people who use the interior design, but I've never seen anyone who uses it like Master Dong."

"Do you know how I use my inner workings?"

"You're not supposed to exhale as much as you can to stimulate the Danjeon and boost your inner strength?"

"Ah!"

I was surprised by Jong-seok's words.

"How did you know that?"

"I see."

I was surprised and amazed by the small man's face when he said yes.

'No one's ever known until now. ..'

Breathe out and move the Danjeon to move the inner space. This was the secret number of the same people.

And no one noticed it. But Jong-seok noticed it at once.

"How do you do that?"

Jong-seok said, looking at the same person asking the same question.

"I don't learn how to be a mind reader, so I think you're moving your mind that way. That's not a good way. I'm wasting too much air."

"Waste?"

Jong-seok shook his head as he tried to explain to the curious Dong-so-in.

It is faster and more effective to show it directly than to explain it by mouth.

"Come"

Jong-seok said, "My brother-in-law saw him and started to breathe again.

And Jong-seok waited for it.

The same person who took a breath began to exhale and boost his internal strength.

Fa'at!

And the same thing that comes out like lightning... ...

Jong-seok tried to spread his balls as the same person approached, but stopped.

Press it when you press it.

Gun-gon-gugongugong is too light. You don't even know how you're being beaten.

I'd rather...

It unfolded with strength in Jong-seok's hands with thoughts. It was a natural leaf.

Papapot! Papapot!

As soon as the natural tree shook, the movement of the same person hardened.

'Moo......what?'

A wall of hands stood in front of him.

There were so many palms that I couldn't tell how many he had that filled his sight.

And the palms were coming towards him.

"This is... ..unavoidable."

There was no way to stop a thousand hands with his own two hands. When his eyes began to disappear when his eyes were fixed blankly.

And the hand that turned into one slowly touched the firm chest of the same man.

Bam!

A person with a slight touch looked blankly at Jong-seok's hand as he stepped back.

Jong-seok said, looking at the same person.

"Breathe."

Only then did Jong-seok say that he was still holding his breath, and he was in a hurry to gasp.

"Hoo! Whoo!"

The air is so sweet.

I've been breathing all my life, but somehow I felt the same person's breath was very sweet.

***

Jong-seok and Kang Seung-yoon were having breakfast at a hotel restaurant. Jong-seok said, simply spread jam on bread at a buffet restaurant.

"The way he uses airworthiness is a form of awakening. You know what awakening is, don't you?"

"I know."

Jong-seok said when his wife nodded, without even thinking about touching the meal in front of him.

"Have a meal and listen."

At Jong-seok's words, the Dong-so-in politely picked up a piece of bread and began to eat it, covering his mouth covered.

"Why do you eat like that?"

"As far as I know, Koreans eat with their mouths covered when they eat with a precious person."

"Just eat comfortably. It's uncomfortable for me to eat like that."

"But how could I..."

The same old man's words wheedled Jong-seok's appetite. After the battle, the Dongsoin lowered himself infinitely with the ultimate honorific title.

If the difference in skills was moderate, I would be competitive or do anything... ...the one thing Jong-seok showed was something that a small man would never dare to imagine.

Therefore, it is only respectful, not competitive. Moreover, the respect was further cemented after seeing the confrontation between Kang Seung-yoon and Jong-seok.

Kang Seung-yoon's skills had become even greater than they had seen before. To the point where you feel you can't win a fight.

However, Kang Seung-yoon was beaten up by Jong-seok. So how can you not respect Jong-seok as a warrior who worships strength?

"This great man is a very powerful man."

This was the imprinted knowledge in the minds of the same people now.