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If you ask the evildoers of the four factions whether there is a need to protect their dignity, nine out of ten faction members will say no.

but.

So what if you ask whether it is okay for a wicked person to be beaten to death with pig’s feet?

Everyone expressed their disapproval and said, “Isn’t that a bit harsh?” It would be better to beat him to death with his fists, but what a cruel hand that would be.

Because it is the worst way to kill, making even death a joke.

There was no way to die, so he was hit with a pig’s foot, and an experienced warrior who was the owner of a family died from being hit by a pig’s foot?

So what should be said at the funeral, and how should the remaining people decide to take revenge?

I must avenge the death of Lord Mun, who died after being hit with pig’s feet!

I will punish the wicked enemy who swung pig’s feet at Lord Moon!

That bitch’s pig’s feet will break before my sword!

Therefore, Lee Wang-chul faced the biggest crisis among crises, an unprecedented crisis that no uninhabited island, or even humanity, had ever faced. (This is a crisis that apes often face)

In the face of such a crisis, there are people who collapse, and there are people who grit their teeth and overcome it.

Lee Wang-chul is definitely the latter.

I would say it’s natural when you’re the leader of a faction.

The moment the pork hind leg bone, shiny and clean without a single piece of meat, is reflected in the eye, Lee Wang-chul’s potential explodes.

It was a miracle brought about by the desperation that he could not die from being hit by pig’s feet.

Even though the wood on the floor was broken and the stepping stones were unstable, Lee Wang-chul took a step with all his might.

Yes! Just one step.

At that moment, the muscles of the entire body, the tendons that the muscles exert, the bones to which the tendons are attached, and the joints where the bones are connected join forces for one purpose.

It was a majestic and harmonious chorus.

Too much is worse than not enough.

The exquisite distribution of power by which large muscles pull on bones and joints is, rather, the action of a great man who simply pushes the back of small muscles with insufficient strength to give them space.

As a result, nameless, tiny muscles, as if exploding all at once, hold on to the torso, which is teetering in precarious balance, with greater force.

So just one step.

There was no urgency and I just took a step back in a very natural way.

Whiing. The round joints of the pig’s feet, which fall vertically, graze the tip of the nose.

It is so close that not even a hair of hair can be allowed in, and after reaching at the shortest distance, it falls down and splits the air.

A strange step back, one small step.

But for Lee Wang-chul, it was a great leap forward.

At that moment, a huge realization comes.

True power doesn’t come from just pushing and pushing.

Big things and small things must each move in their own way, each bone, each muscle, and all of them completing their function as one, and only then will I be able to properly handle this body as a complete individual.

The inner energy that I had been forcibly holding onto and holding in my body.

This is called the energy of a Jeong (精) person.

A skill that can only be memorized through repetition.

This is called the principle of taking energy substances.

The knowledge that I thought I understood in terms of structure and principle.

This is called the power of the spirit of God.

The boundaries of the three, the inner energy, and the ‘knowledge’ of the head and body melt into one and become a complete one. Complete understanding, that is, one won (一元).

Thus, the complete understanding that martial artists speak of, the complete harmony of inner strength, skill, and understanding.

The state of harmony, Hwagyeong!

It was a dramatic moment where an unmanned person who had transcended himself had now completely become one with himself.

A sudden realization.

The pig’s feet that had left suddenly came back.

Sigh!

One blow opens the head.

The brain of the great Hwagyeong warrior escapes from the shackles of the body and comes out into the world and enjoys freedom for the first time in his life.

It was the moment when the enlightenment that came to me due to pig’s feet was blown away by pig’s feet.

This is the virtue of taking responsibility and finishing what you start.

“eng. what. Why are you still?”

Cheong hangs up the arm holding the pig’s trotter with a puzzled expression.

What is red and dripping is not seonji.

I didn’t even think that it would avoid the surprise attack, but with a strange movement, it retreated and escaped.

But then, aren’t they all just standing blankly and looking somewhere far away with their eyes wide open?

He didn’t even show his nerves, so he broke his head off with one blow.

what? Well, anyway.

It’s unlikely that the person whose brain escaped will survive, so there’s no way to know if you’re curious.

So, instead of wondering why Cheong-i Mun-ju was the only one in a state like fainting, he just raised his voice in triumph.

“Right! Defeated!”

The Salwol faction warriors suddenly came to their senses.

“Lord Moon!”

The young people of Hwaryongjo also came to their senses.

“Let’s punish the evil enemies!”

However, what is the reason for shouting loudly after defeating the enemy?

Just as the presence or absence of a head determines life and death for a person, the presence or absence of a head determines victory or defeat for a group.

Since Munju’s head was broken, the young blood of the Hwaryongjo literally pierced the sky, as the Chinese characters say, Chungcheon (衝天).

The late exponents of the Hwaryongjo, who rush forward with their weapons in hand, feel the liberation of having become true thief at this moment, the youthful spirit of being an evildoer over an act of love, and being intoxicated with myself as a thief, their confidence unleashes their energy and cuts down evil.

However, the warriors of the Salwol faction, who saw Munju’s head being torn apart by the bones of pig’s feet, were already fed up with their cruel hands.

A vicious method that even desecrates human death!

Of course, Cheong did not have such evil and cruel intentions.

I was just in a hurry, and I happened to have it in my hand.

Perhaps it was because they were cutting the meat beautifully, or perhaps because the master was a novice, the meat was stuck to the bone to the point where it looked like a piece of wood.

Meat on the bone is delicious!

I was nibbling on the blue until it was shiny and shiny, and it was so nice to swing something long and heavy in my hand when I was in a hurry.

If you leave it alone, a fight will break out over Heemae.

And since the martial arts method started with words and was bound to end in blood, if the fight was unavoidable anyway, it would be better to break the head off first.

Only then will we be able to protect the treasures and also minimize the damage to the members of the Hwaryongjo, one family of our political sect.

And so it happened.

The Salwol faction warriors could not even properly engage their swords and immediately turned their backs and ran away.

The sound of something going down the stairs and crashing and rolling, the sound of the railing being broken and the scream of someone suddenly turning off and falling, etc.

At least, the executives of the Salwol faction who participated in the company dinner together show the appearance of seasoned fugitives who are skilled as a faction.

Instead of getting tangled up in the narrow hallway and narrow stairs, go straight through the paper door to the opposite special room, and from there, go through the paper door again to the railing and jump down without hesitation.

The square-shaped Jinhaeru is one of the most common styles in the central plains, but it is still at a primitive, ancient, and barbaric level, so it is narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, showing a rapid retreat to the ground with a tile roof that spreads out on each floor.

Still, they are heartless older brothers who throw the younger brothers they brought in as bait and steal their bodies.

Of course, wow, guys! Your sacrifice will not be forgotten.

Already in the minds of Salwolpa executives, ‘Brother! I will stop it! ‘Get out!’ And the solemn scene in which he dedicated himself to loyalty was fabricated from memory and beaten.

The biggest victims at this time are not Lee Wang-chul, who died after being hit with pig’s feet, Salwolpa executives who lost their beloved direct subordinates, or quick-thinking fugitives who saved their lives even though they were twisted, broken, and broken after tripping on the stairs.

Anyway, as a military man, Lee Wang-chul died after barely tasting the great realm, the Hwa-gyeong.

And the one who is already dead is not a victim, but rather a corpse.

In any case, the fleeing executives, including Wang Yu, survived and were able to escape from Cheonhwageom’s vicious pig’s foot attack.

Needless to say, the Salwolpa warriors survived anyway, even though they fell down the stairs and suffered pain, burst and broke.

But what about the remnants of the Salwol faction who searched other rooms and scolded them while catching special guests?

The stairs are already blocked and there is no way out, and even before that, it is already difficult to understand the situation.

So, the righteous young people of the political faction who stormed in with shouts of ‘waaah’ suddenly shouted, “Die to your death, you scum of this faction, you scum of the faction,” and fell down without even being able to escape before the piercing blade.

What’s even more unfair is the reaction of the special room guests who cheered him on.

After all, it’s a political faction! I believed it!

Overwhelming thanks! And thanks again!

Thanks to you all, we have escaped great humiliation.

Jeongpa is the best, I love Jeongpa. After all, all major matters are done by political factions.

We know the Shaolin Temple, the nine-file room, and the Murim Alliance.

It was a sound that brought tears of blood to the Sapa gangsters who were bleeding to death.

Those bastards and we are bastards who make a living by stabbing people anyway… … .

And the Salwol gang thugs who had surrounded a woman and excitedly beat her, kicking and slashing with weapons, also met the same fate.

To be precise, rather than suffering the same fate, I suffered a more unfortunate and miserable fate.

Added a stampede of people who died after being hit with pig’s feet.

“The gangsters swarm around and beat up the woman. There are so many bastards who sound like men every time they open their mouths. are you okay? Sojeo?”

The woman who was curled up and holding her head slowly turns her head.

As if something had happened, the expressionless eyes were lying on the floor and looking up at Cheong.

“Thank you. May I ask the name of the Great Hyeop who saved Lang Lang’s life?”

“It’s called Seomuncheong.”

“If it is Seomuncheong, is it Seomuncheong? Is this the preface? If you say the latter according to the general naming style of the Central Plains, are you the Cheonhwageom Seomuncheong?”

“Hmm. What kind of Heavenly Fire Sword is that Heavenly Fire Sword?”

“A monster said to have three or five heads. But after seeing Lang Lang, he realized that it was Lang Lang’s misunderstanding. The expression “three-headed person” refers to not being a monster with multiple heads, but a beautiful woman with breasts as large as her head. indeed. I learned a lesson.”

“You are being very rude.”

“Sorry. So, may I ask why you feel uncomfortable? Is it because you prefer the rarely heard expression Odu?”

“No, what else is Odu…? .”

“Inferring from the example of comparing a huge mass to the head, it can be inferred that Odu refers to the buttocks, or a pair of buttocks. But Lang Lang doesn’t understand. This is because the buttocks of the Cheonhwageom are larger than the volume of the head.”

“Miss, there are all these bitches.”

Then, Cheong suddenly tilted his head.

It looks like he was hit so loudly that there was a lot of dust.

For something like that, it looks pretty good, doesn’t it?

“But are you okay? Are you in any pain?”

“If you are asking about life-sustaining problems, physical disabilities, or difficulty moving, Langrang is okay. But the pain is severe.”

hmm. He’s a very strange person.

First of all, I want to distance myself from the part where the title used to refer to myself is my name.

“Sojeo? Can you get up?”

“It is possible. However, I hope that Langrang will lie down for a little longer, or even two pieces.”

“Ah. yes. Then go ahead.”

Cheong looked around with a sour expression and looked at the small boy named Langrang (probably) who was lying down with an expressionless expression and was crawling on the floor in a useless and restrained manner.

When I wondered where he was going to crawl, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the overturned roast pigeon, pulling it into his arms, tearing off the flesh and chewing on it.

I can’t tell if it tastes good or not because it doesn’t have an actual facial expression, but judging by the way my jaw moves faster and faster, I guess I guess I like it.

Lying on top of your head, the number one in the western region is drawn in blue, and lying on your side, the number one in the central region is drawn in blue.

Good karma, just one point.

I don’t think he’s a bad person.

Well, seeing as he has the spirit to cook and eat, he seems to be fine.