The Return Of The Crazy Demon sky MTL - chapter 45
Ch 45
The gambler uses his fingertips
The guys in the front advanced, the guys in the middle fell left and right, and the guys in the back moved their heads around to prepare for memorization.
I classified these guys as sergeants.
Instead of fighting people, I dealt with them by classifying them into three types of swords, jikdo, long sword, and pan-gwan-pil.
I had no choice but to bounce back naturally as I bounced off the weapon.
In the meantime, long harpoons, goosebumps, and nangabongs were rushing at me as they parted through the wind, and the memorization that could not hit me was stuck in the ground and on the wall.
I pushed back to the main gate, slammed the door with my back foot, and then retreated outside.
I took a deep breath, thinking the fresh air was good. In Daecheong, the fishy smell emitted by greedy old men and lonely students mixed with each other, and every breath was unpleasant.
I looked around while holding my sword.
The grasses of strange country were flocking to watch the fight, but they weren’t very excited.
‘Have you been fighting for a long time?’
Everyone looks like this.
However, as soon as the executives of the Black Seonbo appeared all at once, holding their weapons, everyone’s eyes widened just then.
In an instant, the officers surrounded me with a square.
The black orb said as he walked out.
“”Executives, don’t be vigilant because you’re a master. Managers, don’t rush in. Those who die or are wounded will finish this line now.”
I looked at the hands of the officers holding the weapons. Most had few fingers.
Suddenly, I remembered the words my grandfather used to mumble from time to time.
‘Gamblers must cut off their fingernails.’
There was no detailed explanation as to why he had to cut it, or why he said this because of who he was.
When talking about gambling just came up in the guest cup, he sometimes said things like that.
Suddenly, my grandfather’s words echoed in my ears.
As the fight ensued again, I responded with the spirit of game fighting.
If there were any gaps, he would stick them in, and if he judged it to be a trick, he didn’t bite the bait. Honest attacks were thrown away, and anomalous attacks were treated selectively. The offensive of the officers became more and more intense.
Suddenly, poison flies in front of your eyes.
The number of flying memorabilia also increased.
The screams also increased.
The memorized memorization that did not match me flew away and stuck in the neck of the onlooker.
As soon as the guy put on the toxin, he screamed and ran somewhere. I deliberately moved my body frequently to capture the atmosphere of all directions.
Even when the 20 men launched an onslaught, I firmly blocked it, and only then did the executives’ eyes show impatience.
As soon as I sensed a change in psychology, I reduced the weight of defense and went on the offensive.
As soon as I switched to attack, my snout opened like a reflex.
“”Gamblers must cut off their fingernails.””
I moved lighter and faster than when I was defending, then I grabbed the middle of the harpoon with my left hand and swung my sword to cut off the wrist of the executive.
Puak!
There was no time to check the face of the man in pain. While dodging Jikdo and Nangabong, he blew a wind in the eye of the guy who was swinging the three-kumdo.
The moment he tilted his head back, I cut off the wrist leading from the tricuspid and moved.
In front of him, one penguin-pillar drew a stroke of the letter 乙, and the other one was pushed in by one point.
The 乙 stroke is deceiving, and one point is stingy.
I soared up and out of the realm of cheating and killing, then with my whole body turned upside down, I took the blood pressure of the gnome and went down.
A man with two magpie-pillars stood stiffly and protected my back for a while.
In an instant, a large amount of memorization like a fishing hook poured out. The damage was also a memorization in the form of stabbing the feet on the floor.
I grabbed the stiff man’s back and turned it around, then set it up in front like a shield.
Baba Baba Bak- A fishing hook is pierced with a sound. Some bounced off and rolled around the floor.
Meanwhile, a weapon fell on the shoulder from behind.
I put the knife I was holding in my right hand through my left armpit and poured out the pottery.
With a sound, the pottery pierced through the neck of the guy holding the straight sword.
“”Cuckoo!””
I looked around again and checked the situation.
While the Black Line Orb stood still like a king on a chess board, five or six were killed or injured, and the rest still maintained Dou Qi.
When does the king move?
I couldn’t figure it out.
Maybe he was waiting until the end to keep his kingship.
I wiped the blood off the knife once, then looked at the guy from behind. The hand that had missed the weapon was blocking the blood flowing from his neck.
I kicked him in the stomach to block the flying memorization, then rotated backwards and poured out a long pottery.
Awesome!
The three men who were approaching with harpoons blocked Dogi, then fell backwards at the same time. Gradually, the executives were losing their stamina, and their inner strength was consumed, so they could not receive the pottery intact.
His eyes met for a moment with the lonely high school student standing with his arms crossed behind him.
In the midst of this, the solitary student shifted his gaze to the black wire orb, who was still waiting.
Even though the executives were dying like this, the Black Ship Orb did not give any special orders to the other captains.
‘Are you planning to kill us fighting each other?’
I guessed the idea of Black Seonbo-ju, and cut off the wrists of the rest of the executives without difficulty. Because 20 people attacked me, I was focused on defense, but when half of them were seriously injured or died, the situation changed drastically.
Mostly, I chased them down and cut off their wrists after hitting them once or twice. Suddenly, I cut off the wrists of the rest of the executives, then looked at the black wire orb.
Here and there, the cries of pain mixed with the elders of Heukseonbo were mixed.
The black line orb, who was watching the defeat of the executives carefully, opened his mouth.
“”… … It was a lot of hard work.””
I didn’t know if he was talking to the executives or if he was talking to me.
But the moment I saw the expression on the black line, I realized that it was meant for everyone.
The black wire orb, holding the beat in both hands, ran towards me and poured out a five-shaped sword.
I counteracted the incoming do wind with the do wind, and then deflected the light stroke of the arrived black line orb with a strong wind.
It was an attack full of vigor and force, enough to treat executives as servants. This thought occurred to me as I bounced off the beat.
This old man, when he was young, must have been in a class that was no less than a single high school student.
When I hit the sword twenty times, the sword of the lonely student I wielded gradually lost teeth.
In terms of lifespan, it is older than the Black Line Orb.
Contrary to its crude appearance, the pitch of the black line was as hard as the muscles of a young man.
During the fight my old knife eventually broke first.
At that moment, I pushed the ground with my right foot and glided back, floating low in the air.
A black line orb warned the surrounding area.
“”The guy who hands the weapon to Izaha again… … .””
I stretched out my hands to the left and right, and spread the breath-taking technique. With the sound of a small whirlpool, two weapons were sucked into my hand.
Nangabong in the right hand.
Judge Gwan-pil in his left hand.
I shook my head slightly.
‘This is a little.’
I thought I would see what was there and grab it.
I have never heard of Kang Ho-in, who wields Pan Gwan-pil and Nang-a-bong at the same time. It’s low class, it’s not stylish, and humans make mistakes over and over again, A C.B.
The black line orb rushed again without giving a chance to change weapons.
Even I, who has a lot of experience, has never tried to fight with the combination of Nang A-Bong and Pan Gwan-Pil, but I’m in a bit of a hurry now.
The opponent is Noh Kang-ho, who is in his sixties.
The life of ordinary people in their 60s, who are not strong people, will suffer from joint pain, chronic disease, child and lower back, presbyopia, and loss of energy, but a strong man in his sixties who has spent his life in a strong lake is accumulating strength even if there is such minor pain. .
Whenever Nangabong and Bakdo collide, fireworks explode.
Pan Gwanpil, who held out like a kitchen knife, was also blocked by the beat every time.
In short, the Black Line Orb fought well.
It’s like a lonely high school student who has been training forty years or so.
He handled the double swords amazingly, and his footwork was natural. Attack and defense were balanced, there was no way to overuse childish potential moves, and he did not lose his dignity while daringly swinging his sword.
Whether this guy was crazy or not, he was the king of the black line when fighting. On the contrary, when I dealt with various techniques that the executives had not shown, the black line orb showed a more bewildered look.
I cut down on clutter while fighting him fiercely. As I focused all my nerves on the fight, unnecessary noises around me were silenced.
The sound of footsteps, the fluttering of clothes, the sound of the weapon, and the sound of the two of us breathing clearly could be heard.
As soon as I heard the sound of his breathing, the smoke of the mangocho that the lonely student was exhaling came to mind, and I soon found out that this guy was also suffering from lung disease. During the fight, his phlegm was seething.
I deliberately backed away, competing loosely by three or four.
In an instant, the black orb spit full of phlegm like a habit.
“”Hey!””
Before the yellow sputum could reach the ground, I threw the judge’s pen.
When I heard the sound of Park Do and Pan Kwan-pil collide.
land!
Soaring into the air and narrowing the distance, I injected the air into Nangabong and struck it fiercely.
The Black Line Orb realized that my attack was unusual, and blocked the falling Nangabong by crossing the beat.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
While there is a roar… … .
I pulled the judge who had fallen nearby again with the absorption technique, and when the judge came close, I turned my wrist to strike it with tension. The direction is changed, and the extending force is also increased.
Whoops!
“”Ouch!””
where is it plugged in?
It was only after I swung the Nangabong again, that I saw that the Pan Gwanpil, which I had struck with tension, was lodged in the chest of the Black Ship Orb.
While chasing the black wire orb that was taking a step backwards, it continued to hit the Nangabong vertically.
He made his hands and feet busy so that he could not pull out the judge pen stuck in his chest. The black line orb, who had blocked three times, eventually missed two beats and hit the buttocks.
It seems that the gihyeol was overturned while trying to raise the naegong while being injured.
Soon, blood gushed out of the black ship’s mouth.
I approached while holding the nangabong and looked down at the black wire orb.
“”Orb, can’t you get up?”
The black line orb nodded with a tired look and spoke in a commanding tone.
“”… … stop.””
How long have you been as king, so that you are speaking to me as a commander in the midst of this?
“”I am not your slave. Why are you talking like that?”
The person who points out the tone of a dying person, that is also me.
The black orb smiled, revealing its blood-stained teeth.
“”Let the subordinates heal me, and I’ll appoint you as the next orb. You don’t lose anything. You will have everything from the Black Seonbo.””
His voice was low, so I couldn’t hear it well, but that’s roughly what it meant.
The proposal of the Black Line was not accepted.
“”Don’t refuse.””
“”Rejection… … they’re all stupid They’re stupid people who can’t even get ahead of me if I don’t get orders. You take it and spend it.””
Is this the perspective of the one who lived as a slave? I asked the will of the Black Ship Orb because I thought he was going to die like this.
“”Orb, say something before you die.””
The black line craftsman barely raised his head and left these words to the people of the black line craftsman.
“”You foolish bastards, you’ve worked hard.”
While he let out a monstrosity-like laughter, I smashed the rivets of the black bald eagle with the nang-a-bong I held up.
puck!
“”It’s crazy to the end.””
In place of the slaves who had been sold for money, they struck again the place where they were smashed.
Thinking about the foolish people who were addicted to gambling and wasted money by stealing family money, debt, family money, friends money, and even the money of the grandmother next door to in-laws, I hit Nangabong again.
Still, I thought that you must have eaten delicious food, slept comfortably, and stayed warm, and hit Nangabong.
A lot of blood and flesh fragments sticking to my face while being crushed. The dead man, I hit Nangabong one more time, putting my emotions into the thought that my sins would not deepen by hitting Nangabong one more time. This time, Nangabong fell to the ground and the sound was even louder.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
I looked around the black line with a bloody face.