How the Villain Lives

35. An eye for an eye, an eye for an eye,

I couldn't understand what Sung-hoon was trying to say. There's only one thing I need to do right now. Successful attack with a clearly visible gap. The woman who moved to punch and hit the elbow of Seonghun stopped feeling anxious for a moment.

If Sung-hoon can act like she's slowing down her time with the acceleration of the accident, a woman can do the same. There was only one reason for using accident acceleration that had never been used before. It was because I was feeling something awkward in Sung-hoon's movements.

At first glance, it seemed as though she was just waving a sword plainly, but in her eyes she was clearly seeing something different from it until now. The position of the foot changes slightly and the muscles inside the side and arms appear to be stressed. That's the difference. The difference, however, meant a great deal to the woman.

'Already like this!'

Whoops!

He lowered his head backwards, but had no choice but to scratch his forehead at the checkpoint.

"Is this also invalid?"

"Of course!"

"Then keep going!"

Sung-hoon's movements have not changed in particular. However, the longer the battle continued, the more strangely crowded the centuries were women. It's not about being efficient or reading the other person's movements.

"What, what? You've been hiding your skills so far?

She thought with a slight bite of her lips. So far, Sung-hoon has been fighting with dance-like movements. Even now, the combat style has not changed, but the fine movements have changed. The problem was that the movements had a high dimensional meaning together.

Complex meaningful movements that enable simultaneous attack and defense, simultaneous counterattack and counterattack and avoidance. It wasn't like that at all, but it was continuing to be seen in the middle of every movement. Of course, it was reasonable to think that he was hiding his skills so far.

"Aww! You've been hiding this so far!!!!"

"The original spleen is hidden. Now we have four left."

Tuck!

"Number three."

"Profit!"

You can't attack where you can attack. You can't evade attacks that you can't evade. The reason is simple. He knew that he would be in a worse situation than he was in Sung-hoon.

'I knew this move would work!'

The feast of spleen, completed by Myrina and various strong men, was a feast of unrivalled power thanks to their five-day warranty and unprecedented struggle. As Mirina had done, the woman who was tied to the jug she had made herself was being pushed into a trap.

"Come on."

"Be careful."

Once again, the examination of Sung-hoon flew accurately to the forearm this time.

Sung-hoon has absolutely no idea what the gesture he is unfolding means or how to do it right. Rather, it was driving the movement of the Holy Hun into mystery. It's because she's been attacking something completely different than she expected.

The more you deal with it, the more you can't use your hands and feet, and the more she starts to push. The last woman who felt like she should step back in Milylva was attacked like Sung-hoon did the first time and threw her palms at her chest.

"Huh?"

"Argh!"

Unlike the expectation that there would be at least four or five intense workshops, Sung-hoon was beaten up in vain. However, it was good to think about it later. I rushed toward Sung-hoon to succeed the reversal. I didn't even think it was a trap. This fall is real, not smoke. I rushed thinking like that. And the world flipped.

Kuwong!

I couldn't understand what had happened. I wanted the world to reverse, but I felt a big shock on my back and I was looking at the ceiling.

"... Was it thrown away?"

"Yes, you know how much I'm capable of? It's so simple that you can use your body's counterelasticity to modify your posture. In the first place, it's like that."

"That movement must have been learned at the Health Gateway, right?"

"How to minimize damage, how to shed shock, how to use all your body functions. You don't have to admit that you wrote this."

"No. The Gateway of Agility admits it all. You pass no matter who says it."

'That's Dijon.'

These 'luxury moves' used by Sung-hoon are only used by true strong men. Rather, it is impossible to slow down the reaction rate and save 100% power because it is not an action that is familiar to oneself. If the opponent is a medium skilled person, it is much better to fight plainly.

However, it is worthwhile to use it for the strong. Become more vigilant and weaker than you are weaker! Of course, it can be as easy for someone who is dying and grumbling as now. But it is also responsive enough. It is because of the power to respond to such attacks at least once or twice, which are based on unimaginable physical abilities.

'The name should be adequate for the Vaginal Chamber.'

I wanted to put a hint of newman in a name like bluffing or fishing, but for some reason I felt a little strange, so I just named it the Vaginal Chamber. It was a plausible name given the effect of eliciting the weakness of the opponent with false moves. Of course, all of Sung-hoon's movements were of the same kind.

"You were already working on an efficient move at the Gateway of Agility. The last one was a little weird, but as a result, I thought I had nothing to do with it, and..."

"And?"

I guess the test is over anyway. When I heard what she was saying, Sung-hoon, who brought her body close to her, suddenly threw herself at her and fell to the ground without avoiding her.

"I'm happy to be here as a reward for passing through the gateway..."

"It's her! I'm not letting this go!"

"No! No, I can't! This is my duty as an investigator!"

"Because there was nothing else? Am I really mad?!"

His body ache as a test subject was a hyung that desperately deterred a woman who ran with a fire in her eyes, and a woman who had blown it away. Of course, Seonghun is also a man, so if you can do this with a beautiful woman, it's a welcoming sea.

But it has to be so long that you don't want to be with yourself that you're forced to run into a woman who wants to be forced to do something like rape. It means you can't just skip anything. After a long time, there was a violent blood clot in the coffin of agility in a different sense.

"... fuck."

Scratch!

The women who were watching him at his side trembled in surprise at the words that came out of the man's mouth. Because I realized it was a serious curse. A man who had developed a complex gaze on women distorted his expression as he grabbed his head.

'Why would I do that?'

Obviously it must have been on something. At first, I was thinking of making false surrender, not merely weak torture. However, as torture progressed, screams came out of his colleague's mouth and his body began to get excited as he trembled at the pain. Similar to when I coveted a woman's body, no more sweetness than that was felt in real time.

"You, uhhhhh...."

So I couldn't even manage my expression. As soon as his eyes are loosened, he will show his colleague the humble smile he is wearing. He died looking at what he had done. At least if it's not comforting, everyone else is in the same state as themselves.

Some would have decided to surrender, others would have thought of making false surrenders, but those who heard what the woman named Violet said were forced to realize that their hearts were inclined to either side.

"You've all done very well. So now we have to pay for your hard work, right?"

"I don't need that kind of stuff. I, I want to rest. Just leave me alone for a second!"

"How much if you want it. But before you do, I have a simple answer for you. What country were you from, how many people were there in that city, what was the occupation rate, what was a particularly powerful person or group? It's not hard, is it?"

"… Of course. I'll tell you as much as I want."

"Oh, and in case one of you has to confess separately, If there's information that differs greatly from the others, you think you're not willing to cooperate with us, and you're just like the dead. Same. I'll kill you in a silver way and send you back to the city."

The words were decisive. All the training I received in preparation for this moment was useless. If anyone betrays you, only you can use poison. It's not that scared of death. The problem, however, is that they tortured and killed their colleagues with laughter.

"If you go back to the city like this, how are you going to be treated? I wonder what you're going to be treated like. If you were the first person to die, you would know for sure how he would have told you about you, even if you had a slight headache."

It was as she said. They had already crossed the river where they could not return. What do they have left to return to the synagogue? Reputation for applying to a dangerous mission? Monetary compensation? Power? Now it's all gone. You won't be able to give up on the enemy. You'll think of yourself as a psychopath who tortures his allies and makes them laugh.

Eventually, half out of their minds, they begin to tell the information they know. And then...

Scratch!

The cheeks of the man who recalled what happened yesterday morning began to tingle, and his breathing began to fade. Right now, because of his position and his still complex mind, he was overwhelmed by something unrealistic, like floating on a cloud, and he was just starting to get excited about what happened last night.

"Warrior. This..." "

"That, that!"

The little red fascist who sent himself to heaven last night was placed on the palm of a woman's hand. This medicine. Ever since he took this medicine, he has felt a fever he has never felt in his life.

Did the Ancients or Elders feel this when they reached the law? Is this what heaven feels like? I know that this is an unusually dangerous drug. However, knowing it, I caught the dagger from the woman's hand with a trembling hand.

"Hey, what the hell is this?"

"It's a covenant made by the High Priest that allows us to forget all the pain and misery in this world and enter heaven."

"Covenant? Are you kidding me? No matter how you look at this, drugs..."

"Even if you're a warrior, watch your mouth. That is undoubtedly a covenant. It is a sacred medicine that is supplied to all of us at the mercy of the High Priest."

"……."

She bowed down and said to the man who was just looking at her without taking the red medicine.

"It's a medicine given to the lowest ranking warriors. If you would like to receive more favors, please raise the ball."

"Can I get more of this medicine?"

"Absolutely. The lowest warriors only receive one dose a week. You get one lower warrior for oil, one intermediate warrior for three days, and one senior warrior for one day. And the best warrior will receive a promise of superior effectiveness that can't be compared to that."

Gulp!

The man did not even notice that he had swallowed a drowsiness. However, the woman who was on the market looking at him said with her head down and her tail slightly raised.

"Priest Violet told us to let you know if there was any information you couldn't tell us last night. Depending on the importance of the information, and the greater your role in the battle ahead, the higher your rank will be."

'Uh, what do I do?'

The man is deeply troubled with a distorted look. He might think he was thinking about it himself, but in fact his unconsciousness had already been decided. All that remained was to rationalize the decisions he made.

'That, yes. There are others besides me, right? If they get this kind of recommendation because of Bonamana's weak will, I must go right over to Hola. I'd rather do that anyway...'

"Can you meet Violet now?"

"Of course it's possible. However, if you call him in the future, please give him a name."

"Oh, got it. Priest Violet... Tell him I want to see him now."

"Very well. Enjoy the women's bodies and wait. I will go to the priest right now."