Surviving as a Cripple in Murim

42 – The one who inherits wolf blood (7)

Blinking his eyelids, he wakes up. My head is blank. Feel like vomiting. Apparently, he was caught up in the explosion and lost consciousness for a moment.

‘… Is it alive?’

Carefully check your body condition. Fortunately, it didn’t disappear anywhere and everything is fine. It must have been effective to crawl and spread the distance as much as possible.

‘Ah- don’t die standing up. I live by crawling.’

I’d like to take another bite here, put my right hand on my left chest and shout, “It’s my victory that survived!”, But unfortunately, I’m not in a situation to do such a carefree thing.

I just managed to defeat one pursuer. Right now, you have to take the hidden flame nearby and run away to another place.

Lie down on the floor and forcefully raise your body that cries out that you want to rest. I staggered and checked my surroundings.

In the aftermath of the explosion, the warehouse materials on fire were scattered everywhere, and the warehouse was blazing with acrid smoke. Even the nameless Demonic Cult is now being baked like Anpanman’s face right there.

… If I fought normally, he was a guy who couldn’t guarantee a match at my current level.

I don’t know how to make real soap, but I’m glad I know how to make a dust explosion. If I hadn’t watched the battles of the talented in my previous life, I might have been the one who died today.

I sighed and turned away from the burning warehouse. There is no time for sentimentality.

The enemy is dead and I am alive. That’s it.

Mancheon thought so and moved on. Yes, I misunderstood that it was all over on its own accord. But this is Moorim World.

“Haa… ha… there… stand….”

And a Murim person is a person who pursues martial arts. In the end, what decides the winner is pure martial arts, not skill.

My body stiffens at the low sound of the wounded beast’s cry. In an unexpected situation, the body slowly returns.

Eye contact with a demon staggering out of the flames.

***

Youngdo gasped for breath and glared at Mancheon.

Spiritual creatures silkworms bred by Shinkyo. If it wasn’t for the clothes made of the threads of the Heavenly Dream, I would have been caught in the explosion and died.

Although half of his face was burned and his whole body was in tatters, it was too much of a shock to say, but he is still alive.

There remains an opportunity to make up for the wounds and humiliation you have received from belittling your enemies.

“Resolve… okay… Admit it. Definitely determined… It wasn’t enough.”

Thinly cut the wrist of the left hand with the right hand wrapped in magic. By applying internal energy, blood is sprayed to extinguish the embers attached to the body.

He spreads his left arm to show off his bloody wrist. Staring at the thousand with glowing eyes.

“This is… Respect for you and a promise that I will no longer be vigilant… It is a sign of determination.”

Red blood drips from the wound on his left arm like sand in an hourglass. With a face stained with cuts, burns and blood, he shouts with determination.

“I will kill you before I die of excessive blood loss.”

It is no longer play. Stay alert. The animal senses of Youngdo speak. Mancheon is not like a wolf cub.

A strong man who must risk his life to win. Is a Muslim

Measure the distance by putting your left arm and left leg forward. Raise your right arm so that you can exit at any time. I risk my life and the honor of Protestantism.

“Cheonma Shinkyo Black Slaughter Squad First-class Killer, Shadow Sword.”

The wind blows from the burning warehouse behind Yeongdo. The scorching heat envelopes Mancheon’s body.

Hold the posture and raise internal energy from the danjeon. Defeat the enemies and defend her sister. Nothing changes. He jumps into a life-and-death game again.

“Sima Mancheon, the disciple of Young master and King Fudo Myung.”

The teacher’s name, which should not be revealed, comes out of his mouth. It is a sign of determination to kill you without fail.

A scorching heat spreads between the two Moorim.

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There are no swear words or ridicule. Just observe the opponent without saying anything and approach. They narrow the distance to the point where they can kill each other with certainty.

Both internal strength and body are limited. Moving forward with only mental strength. There is only one herb that can be spread.

Everything is decided by one sum. Winners and losers are divided.

It was Youngdo who moved first. The reason is simple. Because his arms were longer than 10,000. The arm wrapped in demonic energy advances like a bow toward Mancheon’s neck.

Dark Slayer (黑殺暗手)

A distance of one inch (3cm) cuts the opponent’s carotid artery and kills it.

However, Mancheon didn’t hesitate and moved forward, putting his neck against the male and female. Close the distance with your opponent.

If the enemy bet the game with a distance of one inch, this side sees the game with one step.

This is the first time I’ve used it in practice. Ironically, however, the bloody battle at the risk of one’s life erases one’s thoughts. It draws out extreme concentration and activates the floating mind method very naturally.

『Fudong Myeongwangbo』 – Eye

The world slows down as the power of the king is captured in the eyes. Take the slowest yet fastest step.

Red blood pours from his neck. Okay. Thin. Just brushed Ignoring the pain spreading through my body, I clenched my fist and burrowed into the enemy’s arms.

… At that moment, Mancheon’s right leg collapsed. Due to the handicap of the right leg, the unbalanced body falls. And Mancheon thought.

‘-I don’t care what the f*ck is!!’

The distance is already sufficient. With the strength to fall down, he punches into Youngdo’s heart. It is the government that contains everything.

Esoteric martial art Myeongwang Kwon (明王拳). Despite its grandiose name, it is actually a fairly simple martial art.

Myeongwang’s energy is heavy. And what would happen if you put more weight on the heavy fist? – It’s a martial art made with such a stupid idea.

An exercise in which the center of gravity is shifted to the fist and thrown with a thousand pounds. That is the identity of the Pluto Kingdom.

… And now, the energy of Myeongwang wrapped around the body of Mancheon and the coincidence that all the weight was concentrated on the fist as a result of the fall are combined to create a small surprise.

Myeongwang Kwon (明王拳)

The spirit of the spirit is calling out. That’s dangerous. The body reacts before the mind. Use your left hand as a shield to block your fists. But it’s too much

Wooddeuk-!!

His left arm, which had been cracked by the mallet baton, could not bear the weight and was completely broken. It is pushed out with the left hand and touches the chest.

“Uoooooh-!!”

He screams and tries to stop his fists, but to no avail. The weight of the heavenly muscle crushes the chest, crushing it, and reaching the heart. Destroy.

Unable to overcome the shock, Youngdo’s body flies off and lands on the floor. Man-cheon also loses her balance and falls to the floor.

He fell down and hit his face on the dirt floor, but Manchun didn’t care and spurred the ground with his hand and stood up in a hurry. Prepare for the next number.

However, unlike Mancheon, Youngdo could not stand up.

Chest compressed into a fist. Inverted pure white snow. Blood protruding from the mouth. It’s a look that can’t be restored to anyone who sees it.

I watched a little more, but the chest does not rise and fall. I was definitely out of breath.

“Haa- haa-!”

I look up at the sky and let out the rough breath I’ve been holding back until now. My heart feels like it’s about to burst Fatigue comes all at once.

… But we shouldn’t stop here. You must not rest.

Recall the words of Mukgang. Reminds me of the face of the fire. This time, I move heavy steps behind the burning warehouse and the corpse of the enemy.

***

Worried about her mancheon at the sound of a loud explosion, Hwa-hwa, who jumped out of her hiding place, swallowed her breath involuntarily at the scene unfolding in front of her, and muttered.

“… Shaoxuant.”

If other Zoroastrians had heard of it, they would exclaim how such a tattered, crippled bastard could disrespect Shaoxuant, but the opinions of other followers did not matter.

Destroying evil and turning away from fire and walking straight ahead, to Huahua, he was sure to be the second coming of the hero of the prophecy, Xiaoxiant.

‘My older brother… Shaoxuant?’

My head is confused. A monster of the Overseas Chinese who burns the world for the sake of Xiaoxiant’s devotion and is eventually killed by a hero. That is the role assigned to the monster called Sima Flame.

And the hero’s role is to kill monsters. It’s not about fighting until it’s such a mess to protect the monster.

My heart aches to see my brother’s wounds. His head is dizzy that his beloved brother is Xiao Xuan T. My brother’s existence confuses me.

“… Why are you protecting me like this?”

She asks the question she has been harboring in her heart toward her older brother who has approached her. Tears form in red eyes.

***

What is the best answer her brother should take when she hears that her sister suddenly pops out of hiding and asks why she treats him so well?

There may be many answers, but let’s look at the teardrops in Hwa-hwa’s pretty eyes. No other answer came to mind. Body moved first.

Warak-!

Hug the slender body of Yeomhwa with all his might. I’m talking about my true feelings about stupid questions. Whisper affectionately

“That’s because I like you.”

If I didn’t like it in the first place, I wouldn’t have suffered.