The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 307

Kuaang!

The fist that fell like a huge rock crushed the floor.

When a violent explosion occurred and piles of dirt rose in all directions, the soldiers of the Ministry of Justice quickly retreated and widened the distance, but there was no Jinmu in the place.

Jinmu’s new type, which quickly evaded from behind and quickly approached, subtly penetrates Yuwolcheong’s blind spot.

“Such a nasty bastard!”

Yu Wol-cheong, who lost his temper at Jin-mu’s movement, which was rarely caught, swung his fists at random, creating hundreds of kwon young at once, smashing and destroying all the surrounding buildings.

bang! Clumsy! Kwak!

Walls collapse and buildings collapse.

Stop it.

It’s a waste… Do you know how much money it will cost to rebuild it?

Jinmu, whose eyes have cooled down, walks around Yuwolcheong and looks for gaps.

Compared to the first time I met Chun Woo-myeong, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

Jinmu, who had regained his former strength, was stronger than before, and in the meantime, Yuwolcheong was overly excited.

The strength of Cheon Woo-myeong’s Bungkwon was the Yeonhwan attack with ignorant power, and Yu Yue-cheong’s wise god’s technique was a qigong technique that used strong qi.

In Jinmu’s view, Yoo Yuolcheong, who was engulfed in anger, was not able to make use of that advantage properly.

If he had been practicing tsk tsk consistently, he would have become much more sophisticated by now.

You’ve been playing all this time did not increase at all

“Hahab!”

Yoo Yuolcheong, who had suddenly stepped back, raised both hands and the rising strong air intertwined and formed a huge net.

A net of strong energy that stretches out with the momentum to cover the world.

Looking at it, I can only sigh.

To others, it will look like a ruthless baptism of strong energy… but it’s only full of gaps when it’s sparse like that.

“die!”

Following Yoo Wolcheong’s hand, Gangi’s net falls violently toward Jinmu, tearing the surrounding buildings to shreds.

would you die with it? I can’t even catch a sparrow, man.

Shush!

The new type of Jinmu, which lightly kicked the floor, flew as if brushing the ground.

Yu Yue-cheong, who lost her goal, quickly kicks her foot at Jin-mu’s head.

Whoo!

Feet soaring through the air.

The moment Yuwolcheong, who has missed his goal, tries to find the energy of Jinmu.

Wow!

“Keuouk!”

An animal-like scream erupted from Yu Yue-cheong’s mouth along with intense pain.

Spanked Bo?

The place where the flesh above the thighs below the back of the waist refers to the combination of the buttocks and buttocks.

Yoo Wol-cheong, whose stomach was suddenly protruding forward and her body bent greatly, tried to quickly correct her posture.

Wow!

second blow.

At the attack, which struck the same spot as if it were measured with a ruler, Yu Yue-cheong stretched out his hand, his face distorted in pain.

“Bone breaks. Get your hands off me!”

“…!”

Why?

Yu Yue-cheong stopped involuntarily.

Aww!

Up to the second, it was a dull pain, probably because it was wrapped around the energy, but the third felt like it was sticking to the skin at all.

“Cheukhak!”

Wow!

“Cheak!”

Jinmu wielded it with all his might, and Ilhwi drew a big circle and hit Yuwolcheong’s cheek.

The pain was also painful, but because of the blazingly fast speed, Yu Yue-cheong could not properly block or avoid it and had to be hit while standing.

“Oh hey, you bastard! Aren’t you there? Spine out!”

Wow!

“Big!”

As if it had been deliberately promised, pounding sounds and screams erupted alternately.

“…”

The masters of the courthouse just stared blankly with their mouths wide open.

Doesn’t it look like someone who has committed a great crime is being beaten while standing?

I never imagined that I would see such a strange fight.

An old man over sixty sticks out his waist after being hit by a young man with a weak condition, and then steps forward to straighten his body. Isn’t it just like someone in a hurry walking in the back?

Hitting, hitting, screaming, walking…

a series of processes are repeated at breakneck speed.

Fast!

A different noise than before.

“Quaaaaagh!”

Yu Wolcheong, who doesn’t even know how many times he’s been hit, slumps to the ground and grabs his hand.

Jinmu, who had been vigorously slapping the cheek with his sword sheath, stopped with a huff.

“…Ah, you bastard said so. I told you to clean your hands!”

“Stop it….”

Yoo Wol-cheong, who let out a suppressed moan, glared at Jin-mu with eyes full of resentment while holding his hands together.

“wake up. That will never convince me.”

“… Shut up, man.”

“shut up? When this bastard gets shit on his head… he’s so confident that he thought he could do something, but nothing has changed, right?”

“….”

“Who would use Wisdom Sacred Art like that? This isn’t even a pearl on a pig’s neck… Didn’t I tell you to process it as thinly as possible and unfold it elaborately!”

“…!”

In an instant, Yoo Yuolcheong’s eyes are colored with surprise instead of pain.

Jinmu is right. If he hadn’t fought while angry, he would have unfolded like that.

He had risen to the level of manipulating qi to the extent that he could process it as thin as a needle.

That is why his martial arts was also called Wu Mo Gang (烏毛罡).

Of course, that was also taught by the Revolutionary Army.

The time he was beaten to death until he was able to process the river into needle-sized pieces flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

How could this… He know?

“Such a stupid child. What’s up with that? What about the seat of Heaven and Earth?”

“…”

What is it? Those eyes, that expression right now.

Four Emperors… Why is his face overlapping with this one?

“Fuck you, you’re still far away. Come here, I’m going to beat you so hard today!”

“…!”

Moreover, even in the midst of anger, he gritted his teeth as if anger was accumulating, and that unlucky expression smiling while exposing his fangs.

“Aren’t you coming? Shall I go?”

Momentarily, Yuwolcheong hears Jinmu’s voice like that of Hyeokryeonmugang.

And that habit of speaking that seems to offer a choice.

same. They said they would come anyway, they said they would sell anyway…

But how?

“uh? don’t you come? Then what am I going to do!”

Paaang!

Jinmu’s new model is launched.

Seeing that, Yu Yue-cheong makes a frightened expression.

Ever since the faces of Jinmu and Hyukryeonmu-gang overlapped, he lost the will to fight against the fear that was inscribed deep into his bones. Not only did my hamstrings tingle, but the next situation was drawn like a picture in my head.

“Uh… ugh!”

It was the moment when Yu Yue-cheong frantically turned around to run away, feeling as if he had seen a ghost.

With a tugging feeling, Jinmu, who was looking down at him with an expression like a demon entered the sight that was bent back.

“I said come.”

“….”

“I tried to persuade.”

“…”

My mouth didn’t come off.

“I will not? Then there is nothing you can do First of all… I need to get it right. Wolcheong-ah.”

Jinmu laughs.

As expected, Yuwolcheong’s complexion turned black on the face where the Hyeokryun martial arts overlapped.

Thousands…? Holy shit….

* * *

The fiercely fought war is over.

No, the moment the gates opened wide and King Sapaeo invaded, the result was already decided.

“….”

King Sapaeo, who ran toward Cheonjungjeon to find Jinmu in the situation that was gradually being sorted out, was unable to say anything at the situation unfolding before his eyes.

Boom! jump!

Jinmu’s fists, which roared furiously and restlessly, were like the wind, and Yuwolcheong’s hair was like a flag fluttering helplessly in the wind.

“Why did you kidnap the children! Guys like Gu Man-ri have a good future!”

“Does it damage private houses?”

“green wood? metallurgy? sink? Black everywhere? Who the fuck would hang out with those guys!”

“Are you playing the role of a member of the upper ranks when reigning isn’t enough?!”

“what? Native? What about martial arts? And wicked? You bastard who doesn’t even know how to thank you for raising such a twin!”

“It’s a miracle drug and it’s martial arts! How much money has gone into you!”

“Speak! speak!”

Before Jinmu answered, he started pouring out his words and trampled the Yuwolcheong scattered on the floor.

What really helped was the fact that Yu Yuol-cheong did not lose consciousness even after being beaten.

“Queueek! Queueek!”

“Such a twin bastard! Stop yelling at me and convince me!”

Trampled again for screaming.

Jeoksaeng, who came running late and stopped beside King Sapaeo, witnessed the scene of the beating and muttered with an expression as if he was tearing a crane.

“Sapae… No, Yu Yuolcheong’s toughness is amazing. To endure being beaten so much…”

At that, Chun Woo-myeong, King Sapao, as well as Hwangsin and So Dong-bo turned their heads and glared at him.

Maybe it’s the eyes of those who feel something similar?

“…whatever my fault.”

As the stingy Jeoksaeng looked up and said, Myung Se-chan shook his head while speaking softly.

“That’s… good hitting.”

“Artistically…”

“ruthlessly.”

“Without rest.”

“Strangely, my mind goes wild.”

“That makes it even more painful.”

Everyone who glared at Myung Se-chan’s words shed one word at a time and nodded with a sincere expression.

“But… shouldn’t I stop it?”

“…how?”

“yes?”

Jeoksaeng puts on a puzzled look at Wongonghu’s words.

“Will you be more angry if I dry it? It is very likely that they will fit together.”

“…but if you leave it as it is.”

“Well, if the musketeer really wants to stop it, I won’t stop it. I will cheer you on from afar.”

“…”

For a moment, Jeoksaeng blinked his eyes, then hurriedly turned around, clapping his palms as if he had suddenly remembered.

“ah! look at my mind When the war is over, we have to clean up the battlefield.”

…I guess being a musketeer isn’t for nothing.

Everyone admires his change of posture and follows.

“I will help.”

“Me too…”

“Me too.”

“I’m going to send a copy that announces the end of the war to each place.”

As the Sapaeo kings quickly followed Jeoksaeng, giving their reasons, Hwangshin and Sodongbo also turned around as if they couldn’t win.

“You guys should be.”

“…yes?”

At Gonghu Won’s words, Hwangshin and Dongbo So hesitated and looked at him.

“It’s a personal escort.”

“…”

“It’s a messenger.”

“….”

“Of course I have to stop God. Then Yu Yue-cheong really dies.”

After that, Gonghu Won quickly pulled himself away and took a quick step towards Jeoksaeng.

“Aagh!”

So Dong-bo, who caught a glimpse of Jinmu roaring like a beast and trampling on Yuwolcheong, hurriedly called for help.

“…grandma?”

The image of the small wall that had been walking behind Jeoksaeng a while ago was dissipating like smoke.

Shaking your hands gently.

“…”

Hwangshin and So Dongbo faced each other and slowly turned their heads toward Jinmu.

“Speak, you bastard! Why can’t you speak with your mouth!”

“…”

It’s scary.

can i dry it?

“Fire again! uh! Are you saying you’re a sapae lord? Let’s say you’re good at it! Try persuading me!”

“…”

Hwangshin and So Dongbo let out a deep sigh at the sight of them stepping on Yuwolcheong while exhaling a rough breath.

that… It looks like it will last all night. What should I do?

Whether I die or not, should I just sleep until the end?

oh i really hate it Personal escort…messengers…

Sapa’s representative masters are referred to as Sapaeo kings.

Responsibility is like damn old people who can’t even use medicine.