Episode 45 Gamblers lose their hands
Those in the front advanced, those in the middle left and right, and those in the back moved their heads back and forth, preparing to memorize.
I classified these guys as weapons.
Rather than fighting people, I dealt with them by categorizing them into Samcheomdo, Jikdo, Longsword, and Pangwanpil who were trying to kill me.
I had no choice but to naturally step back while deflecting the weapon.
In the meantime, things like long harpoons, Gugyeomchang, and Nangabong were rushing towards me while cutting through the wind, and the mechs that failed to hit me were getting stuck in the ground and walls.
I was pushed all the way to the main hall door, then kicked the door away with my outstretched foot and retreated outside.
I took a deep breath, thinking once again that the outside air was nice. In Daecheong, the fishy smell of greedy old men and lonely people mixed together and made me uncomfortable every time I breathed.
I looked around while holding the knife.
The common people of Wonderland were flocking to watch the fight, but they didn’t seem very excited.
‘It’s been a while since we fought?’
I guess everyone has this kind of expression.
However, when the executives of Heukseonbo appeared all at once, holding their weapons, everyone’s eyes widened.
In no time, the executives surrounded me in phalanx.
Black Sun Orb said as he walked out.
“Officers, you are experts, so don’t let your guard down. Leaders, please do not hastily intervene. Those who are killed or injured will end up on this line now.”
I looked at the hands of the officers holding the weapons. Most had few fingers.
Suddenly, I remembered something my grandfather sometimes muttered.
‘Gamblers need to have their hands cut off.’
There was no detailed explanation as to why it had to be cut or what kind of person made him say this.
He sometimes said something like that when the topic of gambling came up in the guesthouse.
Suddenly, my grandfather’s words rang in my ears.
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When the fight continued again, I responded with the mentality of a cockfighter.
If I saw an opening, I would take a stab at it, and if I thought it was a trick, I wouldn’t take the bait. Honest attacks were rejected, and anomalous attacks were dealt with selectively. The executives’ offensive became increasingly fierce.
Suddenly, poisonous gold flies in front of my eyes.
The number of memorizations coming in has increased.
The screams also increased.
The memorization that failed to hit me flew away and got lodged in the neck of a bystander.
As soon as the guy was covered in poison, he screamed and ran somewhere. I deliberately moved my body often and took in the atmosphere in all directions.
When I stood firm and blocked despite the fierce attack of 20 people, only then did the executives’ eyes show signs of impatience.
As soon as I sensed a change in psychology, I reduced my defense and went on the attack.
As soon as I switched to attack, my mouth opened as if it were a reflex.
“Gamblers should have their hands cut off.”
I moved lighter and faster than when I was on the defensive, grabbed the center of the rushing harpoon with my left hand, and swung my sword to cut off the officer’s wrist.
Phew!
There was no time to check the pained expression on his face. He dodged Jikdo and Nangabong, and then threw an earthwind into the eyes of the guy who was throwing out Samkutdo.
The moment the guy’s head tilted back, I cut the wrist connected to the tricuspid and moved on.
In front of me, one judge’s pen drew a 乙-shaped stroke, and the other one was pushed into a single point.
The stroke of the letter 乙 is a trick of the eye, and the one dot is a slaughter.
I soared up and escaped the realm of deception and killing, then turned my whole body upside down and used Mokgyejibeop to kill the guy and got down.
The guy holding two magistrate pens stood stiffly and protected my back for a moment.
In an instant, a large amount of memorization like fishhooks poured out. The damage was a memorized form of falling on the floor and stabbing one’s feet.
I grabbed the stiff back of the guy, turned him around, and held him in front like a shield.
Ba-ba-ba-ba-bak- the fishing hook is stuck in with a sound. Some bounced and rolled around on the floor.
Meanwhile, a weapon fell on his shoulder from behind.
I inserted the knife I was holding in my right hand between my left armpit and spilled out the sword.
Puuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu have, as the dagger pierced through the neck of the person who was holding the straight sword up.)
“Wow!”
I looked around again and checked the situation.
While the Black Line Orb was sitting still like the king of the chessboard, five or six people were killed or injured, and the rest still maintained their fighting spirit.
When does the king move?
I couldn’t figure it out.
Maybe he was waiting until the end to continue his reign as king.
I wiped the blood off my knife and looked at the guy standing behind me. The hand that was holding his weapon was blocking the blood flowing from his neck.
I kicked the guy’s abdomen to block the flying sword, then spun backwards and released a long sword.
Wow!
The three men who approached with harpoons blocked them and fell backwards at the same time. Slowly, the executives were losing stamina and wasting their energy, so they were unable to receive the pottery safely.
I briefly made eye contact with a single student standing with his arms crossed beyond me.
In the meantime, Dokgosaeng shifted his gaze to the Black Line Orb, who was waiting quietly.
“… … .”
Even though the executives were dying like this, the Black Sun Boju did not give any special orders to the other leaders.
‘Are we planning to fight and kill ourselves?’
While guessing the thoughts of the Black Sun Orb, I easily cut off the wrists of the remaining executives. Because 20 people joined me in the attack, they focused on defense, but when half of them were seriously injured or dead, the situation suddenly changed.
Most of the time, I chased after them and struck down their weapons once or twice before cutting off their wrists. After finally cutting off the wrists of the remaining executives, I looked at the Black Line Orb.
The cries of pain from Heukseonbo elders mingled here and there.
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Black Sun Orb, who was watching the defeat of the executives closely, opened his mouth.
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“… … “You had a lot of trouble.”
I couldn’t tell if he was talking to the executives or to me.
But the moment I saw Heukseon Boju’s expression, I realized that he was saying this to everyone.
Holding a sword in both hands, the black line orb rushed towards me and poured out a sword in the shape of a wu (乄).
I canceled out the incoming wind with a strong wind, and then created a strong wind and deflected the sword of the black line orb that arrived.
It was an attack so ferocious and powerful that the executives could have been treated as servants. This thought occurred to me as I was throwing away the bakdo.
When this old man was young, he must have been as bad as a high school student.
As I clashed the swords about twenty times, the teeth of the sword I was wielding gradually fell out.
In terms of lifespan, it is older than the Black Line Orb.
Heukseonboju’s bakdo, despite its rough appearance, was as strong as the muscles of a young man.
During the fight, my old sword ended up breaking first.
At that moment, I pushed off the ground with my right foot and slid away, floating low in the air.
The Black Line Orb warned the surrounding area.
“The guy who handed Lee Ja-ha another weapon… … .”
I stretched out both hands to the left and right and performed the absorption technique. With the sound of a small swirling whirlpool, two weapons were sucked into my hands.
Nangabong in the right hand.
Judge’s hand is on the left hand.
I shook my head slightly.
‘This is a bit much.’
I should have seen what was there and pulled it.
I have never heard of Kang Ho-in wielding a judge’s pen and a nanga-bong at the same time. The class is low, there’s no style, humans make mistakes over and over again, and it’s a joke.
Black Line Orb rushed again without giving him a chance to change weapons.
Even though I have a lot of experience, I haven’t fought with the combination of Nangabong and Pangwanpil, but I’m in a bit of a hurry right now.
The opponent is Noh Kang-ho, who is in his sixties.
The lives of ordinary people in their sixties who are not Kang Ho-in may suffer from joint pain, pain from chronic diseases, bad backs, presbyopia, and loss of stamina, but Kang Ho-in in his sixties who spent his life in Kang Ho, even if he has such minor pains, has accumulated internal skills. .
Every time Nangabong and Parkdo collide, fireworks explode.
Judge Gwan-pil, who held out his hand like a kitchen knife, was blocked every time by Park Dao.
In short, the Black Line Orb fought well.
It felt like a person who had studied Taoism for about 40 years.
He was amazingly good at handling the twin swords and his walking techniques were natural. His attack and defense were balanced, he never made childish mistakes, and he always wielded his sword bravely without losing his dignity.
Whether this guy was crazy or not, when it came to fighting, he was the king of the black line. On the contrary, when I responded with various methods that I did not show to the executives, the Black Line Orb seemed even more embarrassed.
While I was competing fiercely with him, I stopped thinking about miscellaneous things. As I focused all my attention on the fight, unnecessary sounds around me were muted.
“… … !”
I could clearly hear the footsteps of the black line orb, the sound of fluttering clothes, the sound of weapons, and the sound of our two breathing.
As soon as I heard the sound of his breathing, I thought of the smoke from Mangwoocho that Dokgosaeng was exhaling, and soon realized that this guy was also suffering from lung disease. In the midst of the fight, his phlegm boiled.
I intentionally stepped back, loosely competing with three or four moves.
At that moment, the black line orb spat out phlegm filled with phlegm like a habit.
“Tsk!”
Before the yellow phlegm even reached the ground, I threw the judge’s pen.
When I heard the sound of Park Do and Judge Gwanpil colliding.
earth!
I soared into the air and narrowed the distance, injecting energy into Nangabong and striking it down fiercely.
The Black Line Orb realized that my attack was unusual and blocked the Nangabong that fell across the bakdo.
Quaaaaaaaaaaa!
While there is a loud noise… … .
I pulled the judge who had fallen nearby back to me using the suction daebeop, and when the judge came close, I turned my wrist and struck it away with tension. The direction has changed, and the extending force has become greater.
Sigh!
“Ugh!”
Where did it get stuck?
Only after I swung the Nangabong again did I see that the pangwanpil that had been struck by tension was lodged in the chest of the black line orb.
While chasing the retreating Black Line Orb, he continued to hit Nangabong vertically.
I made the guy’s hands and feet busy so that he couldn’t pull out the judge’s pen stuck in his chest. Heukseon Boju, who had blocked three times, eventually missed two strikes and hit his butt.
It looks like he was trying to increase his internal strength while injured and his energy and energy turned upside down.
Soon, blood spurted out from the mouth of the Black Sun Orb.
I approached while holding the Nangabong and looked down at the Black Line Orb.
“Boju, can’t you get up?”
Black Sun Orb nodded with a tired look and spoke in a commanding tone.
“… … stop.”
How long has he been the king for why he still speaks to me in a commanding tone?
“I am not your slave. “Why are you speaking like that?”
The person who points out the way a dying person speaks is also me.
Black Sun Orb laughed, revealing his bloody teeth.
“If you let my subordinates heal me, I will appoint you as the next orb. You won’t lose anything. “You will have everything from Heukseonbo.”
The voice was so low I couldn’t hear it well, but that’s roughly what it meant.
Heukseonboju’s proposal was not accepted.
“I refuse.”
“Rejection… … They are all stupid people. They are stupid people who can’t even do what they do unless they receive orders. “You collect and spend.”
Is this the perspective of someone who lived as a slave? I thought Black Sun Orb would die like this, so I asked him about his will.
“Orb, say something before you die.”
Heukseonboju barely raised his head and left these words to the people of Heukseonbo.
“You foolish bastards, you’ve had a hard time.”
While he was letting out a strange, iron-sounding laugh, I smashed the head of the black wire orb with the nanga stick I had raised.
puck!
“It’s shit until the end.”
On behalf of the slaves who had been sold for money, the smashed area was struck again.
Thinking of the foolish people who got into gambling and squandered the family money, debt money, family money, friends’ money, and even my in-law’s cousin’s grandmother’s money, I hit the nangabong again.
Still, you hit Nangabong, thinking that you would have eaten delicious food, slept comfortably, and stayed warm.
A lot of blood and pieces of flesh sticking out from being crushed stuck to my face. I struck again with emotion, thinking that my sins would not deepen if I struck Nangabong, a man who was already dead, one more time. This time, the sound was even louder as Nangabong fell to the ground.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I looked around at Heukseonbo with a face covered in blood.
“… … .”
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