Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

41 – The one who inherits wolf blood (6)

‘You fight well.’

Youngdo was genuinely impressed with Mancheon. I don’t know who the teacher was, but he taught well.

Tagubongbeop(打狗棒法) – Foot Gujocheon(撥狗朝天) – Strike a dog with a stick and raise it to the sky.

10,000 Staffs stretched out toward Yeongdo constantly strike and block the monsters targeting the heart, neck, and vital points. I do not allow further narrowing of the distance here.

It is not flashy, but the roots are strong and there are few gaps. In particular, the vital point defense is excellent.

Rolls his eyeballs. Analyze the current situation and observe Mancheon. The advantage of Youngdo is that it has a quick head turn and is good at grasping the subject.

The most necessary ability to survive in the wild is not a large body, a strong jaw, or fast legs. It is the ability to judge whether the opponent is stronger or weaker than me.

Animal senses speak. Body, inner strength, experience, everything is zero degrees ahead of ten thousand. However…

Aiming for the head, anticipating the path of the cane that strikes it, and pulling the body to the side. It’s a powerful attack with power, but it’s too straight forward. Simple. I thought so.

Tagubongbeop(打狗棒法) – Sata Gubae(斜打狗背) – Hit the back of the dog at an angle.

… Mancheon’s technique fills the gap.

The straight trajectory of the staff, which struck like lightning, turned obliquely like water flowing very naturally and approached Youngdo’s neck.

I moved to avoid the attack. Rather, there was a gap. Reluctantly, he raises his left arm. Give your arms and protect your neck.

Wooddeuk-!

With the sound of cracks in my arm, I cut off the cane while enduring the pain that came over me. I widen my distance, frown, and observe the ten thousand staffs.

The intuition of Youngdo, which has allowed me to cross countless dead ends, shouts. That stick is dangerous.

It is not martial arts from the nine schools of Buddhism and Taoism, such as Shaolin, Shaman, and Hwasan. It’s Yin-Yang, Taegeuk, it’s not a martial art made to gain enlightenment.

That is a martial art created solely to defeat ‘something’.

As if not giving him time to think, he blocked the sticks approaching from various directions. Even if it’s damn right, it picks out only the painful places and attacks.

It doesn’t have a big shot, but it takes the flow of the fight little by little. Like a river flowing without hesitation, blows pour down towards the zero island.

Truly merciless sticking. I feel like a dog dragged in front of a dog vendor.

… However, that does not mean that Mancheon is strong. That’s because Mancheon has a very fatal weakness as a Moorim person.

Looking at Manchun’s limp right leg, he licks his lips. To evade the attack, he spreads out his hidden steps to catch himself off guard.

Tattoo.

It stealthily approaches like a ghost, preoccupies an advantageous position, follows like a shadow, aiming for the blind spot on its right leg, which has no choice but to react slowly.

Observe and outwit the enemy. That’s how Salsu fights.

***

‘f*ck- They fight like a dog.’

To briefly summarize my current situation, the evil Demonic Cult bastard shouted “Jigeon!” “Jigan!!” -He harasses me while doing it and I say “Keuu- Tekkai (Iron Ingot)!!” – It is a situation that endures while doing it. In one word, f*cked up.

Even if you try to spread the distance to spread the batting stick, it follows like a ghost. The victorious spirit of the battle that had passed over to me gradually evaporated like steam.

“Why? Didn’t you say you were going to kill me?”

As if he thought he had won completely, he glared at Youngdo, who was scratching his insides with a distorted smile, gasping for breath.

“Haa- haa-.”

Instead of sweat, I wipe the blood running down my cheek with my sleeve. To be honest, it’s understandable to be so relaxed.

It’s the first time we’ve fought on an equal footing. After the exploration battle, the full-scale battle begins. The blind spot on his right leg was attacked, stabbed and cut here and there, leaving his whole body in tatters.

“I think people who can’t perform their roles properly deserve to die. What do you think?”

“… That is such a sick idea.”

“You think your legs are normal enough?”

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At Mancheon’s sharp answer, Youngdo smiled and slowly circled around Mancheon, like a cat bullying a mouse with low stamina.

“The role of a Murim person is to be strong. There’s nothing worse than a weak Moorim. And her older brother’s job is to protect her cute little sister.”

Youngdo opened his mouth in a feeling of joy at Mancheon’s tan eyes staring at him silently. It kills its prey after mocking it. It’s a fun hobby.

“I can’t even protect her sister because I’m weak in my legs. Is it worth living?”

It wasn’t even worth replying to, so I caught my breath and raised my staff. She puts up with the pain, measures the distance, and prepares to start eating.

Nothing changes even if you are on the verge of collapsing in tatters. Defeat her Demonic Cult and save her sister.

That is the responsibility and role of Sima Manchuan, the older brother of Sima Yanhua.

And that calm attitude irritated Youngdo. Her face hardens He wraps his hand around Manchun and approaches Mancheon.

“Let’s see how long that proud bravado lasts.”

You don’t even have to aim for a blind spot anymore. Because I’m already weak enough to be weak. With the blade of my hand, I hit the cane, which was incomparably weaker than the first one. Cut it into two pieces.

Ka-ang!

The neatly cut rod part of the cane spins in the air. Correspondingly, the spirit also rotates its body.

Insert a round kick with rotational power into the cheeky wolf cub’s abdomen.

“Gagging-!!”

Manchun’s body, which was hit with a straight kick by the kick, could not withstand the shock and flew away as if it had been hit by a dump truck.

It flies like a wild goose, breaks through the door behind it, and jumps out of a warehouse full of bean powder.

Golden Eye Gong (金雁功).

Ten thousand eyes twinkle. The eyes of the gambler who did not give up the game flashed.

In the first place, the herbivore that Mancheon was trying to spread was not a Bongbeop. It’s light work. The moment the attack hits his body, he immediately spreads light air and jumps backwards.

The fact that there was a door behind it, not a wall, was also calculated.

‘… This is my escape route!’

A warehouse filled with soybean powder due to physical fights. Conditions were met.

The real match starts now.

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“… Under!”

It’s absurd. Youngdo thought so.

I look down at Mancheon, who is crawling and running away while peeing. The liquid flowing from the legs forms a long line.

I don’t think the word “Ugly” Is as fitting as this.

“This looks suitable for Banpoon, a weak-willed, weak-willed man who can’t protect his little sister. You did it from the beginning, why did you bluff it?”

Despite the horrifying sound of ridicule coming from behind, Manchun continued to crawl as far away from the warehouse as possible. It doesn’t stop moving forward with a limp leg.

Silently step forward to fulfill one’s role and one’s responsibilities.

“… Around 200,000 BC, humans hunted mammoths.”

“… What?”

Young-do’s eyebrows are furrowed at the incomprehensible words.

“No magic, no aura, no martial arts. I just knocked down a 5-metre, 12-ton monster with stones and trees.”

“Are you crazy?”

“With just one desire to eat meat, he challenged a mammoth that was hundreds of times stronger than a human and succeeded in hunting it.”

An unbelievably strong voice resounded that could not have been made by someone running away while urinating.

“Human… True strength is not a special power like martial arts….”

Don’t stop talking. Never stop moving forward

“Human strength is the will to achieve something! Determination to overcome fear! Will and determination combine to create a path to victory!!”

“… What are you talking about?”

Mancheon laughed inwardly at the words of Yeongdo who coldly questioned him while glaring at the back of Mancheon, who was chattering incomprehensible things.

That’s a really good point. Actually, I don’t even know what I’m talking about. I do not know.

I turn my head gently and look back. Check the situation.

Yes… They just focused their attention on me, talking loudly to hide the flames approaching the warehouse on oil from a hidden oil drum.

***

Youngdo’s body stiffens. It was because he could see the wolf in Mancheon’s appearance, who only turned his head and glared at him.

The face of a wolf with its head turned. Nango Sang (狼顧相).

A face like Sima Yi, the monstrous wolf that conquered the world.

In the past, when Sima Yi gained power, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had overthrown Wei and conquered the world, an elder of the Protestant religion visited Sima Yi to increase the ranks of the church.

It is not recorded what conversation the two had. What is written in the Book of Protestantism-

“Never look in front or back to Nango.”

-A warning from the elder who returned with gray hair. Just one line.

I get goosebumps all over my body. Instinct calls out.

I don’t know what he’s up to, but it’s dangerous to stay like this. He needs to get out of here right now. However, at that moment, an intangible energy immediately suppressed the body, which had been careless. His knees sink to the floor.

『Fudong Myeongwangbo』 – Ab(壓)

Mancheon, who has been waiting only for this moment, staggers up and begins to walk. With the determination to stop the world by exploding the energy they have been enduring all at once, they set their feet on the earth.

As much as it has been suppressed, the heavy and hot energy of the king is violently infested. Take a picture of the demon and press it.

“Ah- vs, what the hell- what-“

In the midst of the pressure on his body, he speaks kindly to the Demonic Cult bastard who rolls his eyes as if he doesn’t understand what has happened.

“Knock you down and defend her sister. That was it from the start.”

Looking through the broken door at the embers crawling into the warehouse. Make a commitment He smiles coolly and blows famous lines.

“Are you ready? I am done.”

Bean flour and fire meet in a warehouse. Neither the cheers of victory nor the cries of the demons are heard, drowned out by the loud explosions.