assistirfilmes Chapter 98
Chapter 98
The key to the masked man’s martial arts was one beat fast.
It starts before the opponent’s attack, and narrows the gap by cutting off the flow. If the enemy’s attack is powerful before the attack is fully expressed, the original strength cannot be generated.
The scary thing about martial arts and martial arts was that omitted the warm-up action. That’s why Deungyeopyeong couldn’t overpower them at once by the river near Hyeongju.
However, in the same way, those with stronger bets win, and those with excellent herbivorous applications win.
The masked man is at best an unmanned airman. You can never beat Jinmu’s experience and vast history of living on the battlefield for 80 years.
“Oh my god.”
The masked man, who was beaten to death, staggered.
“That’s a hell of a house.”
No way
Jinmu hit just that much. If you had intended to kill him in the first place, you would have died more than a hundred times.
“Shall we end this now?”
Baek-pyo was surprised even when he looked at the scene for granted, and Baek couldn’t close his open mouth. They’ve been such a difficult opponent, aren’t they, like, dealing with a child?
“No way!”
The masked man clenched his teeth and stabbed the sword at the Jinmu approaching him. Jinmu, who easily avoided the sword, shot under the masked man’s arm.
Crispy!
“Oh my god.”
The arm bone was not bent, but it was broken in reverse.
I was clumsy because I didn’t have enough breaks.
The retired masked man stared at Jinmu with pain.
“Wow... how do you guys know Lord Muchon? How can you spread it so skillfully!”
“I learned it from a grateful old man.”
“Anger? Is it because of Daerang?”
The big one?
Ho-oh? I haven’t even started the interrogation, but you’re telling me well
“No, sir, you’re not going to deliver Lord Muchon to the midfield.”
“That’s what you think.”
“.....”
The eyes of the masked man tremble like a flag flying in the strong wind due to Jinmu’s sarcasm.
an unwinnable opponent an opponent who has trampled on even the slightest possibility
As he said, there was no way that Dae-rang would teach martial arts. It was because he hated the foresters of the midfield more than anyone else.
But the result is clear. He wasn’t the one to win. To be unable to win was to say to be unable to escape.
The masked men looked at the fallen men and knew nothing. Nothing will be gained through their mouths.
But I was different.
It could have been a big problem if they were taken prisoner, who could be a link to the group they were in.
He has been trained to endure torture in case he is caught, but he does not know what will happen to a person.
In the end, there is only one option left.
The masked man held the sword upside down in his holy arm.
Murder and destruction
Kill a man to cover his mouth. There was no safer way to keep a secret. The masked man thrust a sword into his heart.
But the sword won’t move. No matter how many dragons I used, I didn’t think of moving the sword. It’s just a pull and a fall and it’s over.
“Hey!”
an audible voice
And before I knew it, the man approached and curled his sword with his bare hands.
“You little brat. It’s not murder, it’s self-destruction.
“.....!”
When did you move? It was a moment when I decided to die and grabbed the knife upside down.
by the way,
“You have something in your mouth, don’ Go to hell.”
Crack it.
Jinmu grabbed the masked man’s chin with the other hand.
Crack, crack.
The jawbone fell out with the force of pressing the bad joint.
The knife was already blocked, and he could not bite the sweet medicine between his teeth or bite his tongue to volunteer. And Jinmu’s cruel face is reflected in his eyes.
“Sigh first.”
Take it out!
Jinmu’s fist clenched in his abdomen. The shock spread backward and my spine was about to crumble, and I was distracted by the deep pain that made me sick.
a cruel brute
There’s a simple method called mucus...
Flop.
The masked man fell straight ahead.
Jinmu took off his mask and examined his mouth.
Small thread. And a nail-sized jar bag tied to the end.
“What kind of viper are you?” You’re going to keep the poison bag in your mouth?”
“....”
Baek Yeo-rin nodded with a deep sigh at Baek-pyo’s words.
“Well, that’s fine.”
Jinmu grinned.
***
Jinmu, who stayed in Baekgajang due to an unexpected event, put his chin on the table and looked at the sword.
I looked at all the records left in the hundred pages, but there was no way to know. Although I heard that Mok In-gyeom woke up, I couldn’t be questioned yet.
This is because people who are trained enough to kill themselves cannot easily open their mouths even if they torture.
I have to figure something out. You need to know something to embarrass them so that you can rub them in.
a whipping sound
In the meantime, a white table with grilled meat on a stone plate was placed in front of Jinmu. He was bandaged all over from last night’s wound, but he was still grilling meat for Jinmu.
I should have rested if I was sick, but I didn’t mean to stop him because he liked me.
“Let’s eat.”
“Oh? Oh, yeah.”
While Jinmu was taking chopsticks, Baek Vote sat in one corner and held out to Baek Yeo-rin, who was waiting.
“Eat it, too.”
“Yes.”
Baek Yeo-rin took the meat to her mouth at Baek’s recommendation.
Then he opened his eyes wide and looked at the white vote and the meat alternately.
“What do you think?”
“It’s delicious.”
“Yes.”
Baekpyo smiled brightly at her answer and it was delicious. It tastes amazing, indeed.
ten years
What kind of life has he been living?
A lot of courses
No way. His martial arts he showed last night were not trained for a day or two.
After all, he must have learned martial arts from somewhere.
Moreover, what kind of relationship do they have with the master who came together?
Didn’t Orabi call the master that way before the Hundred Family people called him Eungong?
Come to think of it, I didn’t even know the name.
What’s more, his behavior, way of speaking, and wild and rude.
Talk down to anyone and act as you please.
He was more suited to the Sapa than to the political faction.
Baek Yeo-rin suddenly became curious about a master named Jinmu.
“Older brother.”
“What?”
“What kind of history does Eun-gong have?”
Baek Yeo-rin whispered carefully to Baek-pyo.
“I don’t know. My name and my history.”
“...what?”
“I don’t know. He just saved my life, and now he’s saved my family.”
“......”
It doesn’t matter what kind of history you have. It’s just a silver bullet to me. You’ve done me a favor that I can’t pay back even if I pay back my whole life.”
Baek-pyo stared at Baek-rin, her face slightly stiff and her mouth closed.
“But I didn’t see him walking the wrong way.”
“Oh.”
Baek Yeo-rin exclaimed in a low voice.
“Yelin, you are the master of the family.”
“No, now that your brother is back...”
It was a white woman’s sincerity. At first, I hated the changed appearance of the Orabi, but he was still a white-haired person who thought and cared about the family.
Moreover, Baekpyo’s shipwreck, which he saw in the fight against the masked man, was superior to anyone else in his family. Of course, I had to inherit the family.
“Yeolyn, I intend to go a long way when Baekga-jang takes his place and becomes the loser of Guilin again.”
“What’s that?”
“That’s what we should be done. I have learned the lesson of Sapa. It doesn’t suit the master of a hundred songs. The master of the Hundred Chairs has been you for ten years, and you must continue to be you.”
“But keep that in mind. What the owner of the family should keep in mind is to see and act immediately. You shouldn’t think that the inside is black just because it’s are black. Sapain doesn’t have to be prejudiced. Sometimes they can be more right than political opponents.”
At Baek-pyo’s words, Jin-moo took his eyes off the sword for a moment.
I don’t know what you’re talking about, but the guy who thought he would be rude suddenly said, “You’re good at cleaning up.”
Is it because I’m in front of my brother?
People often misunderstand the way it looks. He may be a figure of Zappa. But look at the truth. Was there anything wrong with saving our family? He never drew his sword before they attacked first, even against the wicked gang of warriors. It’s just that you’re acting on the outside...”
“I’m a shaman”
“The political faction’s... What?”
At Jinmu’s languid words, Baek Pyo and Baek Yeo-rin turned their heads at the same time. Jinmu with his chin in his hand put a piece of meat in his mouth and said, chewing.