How the Villain Lives

47. Do you wrinkle in front of your pupils?

'Unconscious pride.'

If he was himself a long time ago, he would have gone to Hola per thousand proposals to take pride and fight one-on-one before being taught by Sung-hoon. However, the present self is different from the past self. Now I realize how insignificant the rules that have been established and unconsciously observed so far are.

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What Sung-hoon taught us was not a profound herd world, nor was it a phrase that contained efficient internal operations and absolute truth. It was just a simple word of advice to break the framework. However, the advice made him stronger and faster than those listed earlier.

'I am not abandoning myself until now. It's rather angry to change it so dramatically.'

However, it was rather counterproductive from the beginning to rely so heavily on schemes or use poisons that did not fit the topic. You don't have to go grand. You just have to take a very small step and change it. The same applies now. Why do we have to stick together one-on-one with thousands? Even though there is a hymn next to him, it is only by increasing unknown variables.

"You might have accepted the offer before. But I don't accept that kind of suggestion right now."

"Did I see the wrong person? The land you're currently climbing up is not just a place to retrain your sword and reach it. Of course you have enough heart, and you must be proud of the land. But don't you have enough confidence in your skills to justifiably reject the proposal to fight one-on-one?"

Somewhat explicit provocation. Myrina will never learn without this provocation. Surprisingly, however, it really surprisingly showed a completely different response than expected.

"Confidence is there. But I'm curious about the relationship between having confidence in my skills and accepting your offer to fight."

'You've grown, Miriam... not me!'

I felt a little angry, but I could still say that I had developed very much at the time of sending the Jozo, giving up that kind of provocation. However, I couldn't help but think boldly. If Miri had done what she wanted, her life would have been intermittent. With the same feeling of grandeur and restlessness, Sung-hoon went out to play the player first before the situation worsened.

"Very well. I'll take it."

"Really?"

"Yes?!"

I tried to disguise peace as much as I could, but I could not hide it, and I curled my head as if I could not understand it. Obviously, they made this suggestion because it benefits them. Nevertheless, I could not understand why Sung-hoon would accept that request.

"N-no, Ghost. Why are you taking the offer?"

'Why are you doing this today when you usually try to fight like that?'

Of course, complaints had to be cut through everywhere.

"It means two things. The first means refining your skills. You're the only one who fights more than you or me. Opportunities to directly fight opponents similar to yourself are rare. And the second reason. Don't you think this is gonna be fun?"

"Fun…?"

"Yes. They move as planned and crush it head-on. I was very curious what they would look like at the time."

In order to persuade Myrina, Sung-hoon originally tried to insert keywords such as pride, political party, politeness, etc. However, with that brief conversation, I realized that there had been a significant change in Myri's values and changed my words in an instant.

It was already falling water anyway. He openly called himself an equal opponent and imprinted himself with a more overwhelming masterpiece than the other two, and even a quite blatant provocation that he would normally refrain from. Thousands of men seemed marginally angry, and the three men behind them were grinding their teeth and raising their blatant hostility toward Sung-hoon. And this persuasion worked wonderfully.

"... I don't think that's bad either. All right, let's stick together one-on-one."

Seacock.

Unlike Mirina, who smiled brightly enough to make her feel better, her face hardened like a chewed face. The situation was flowing as he intended, but I felt strongly that something was wrong. I expected the ghost to be strong, so I added three disciples who maximized their abilities with acupuncture.

'Is that not enough? But if this is not the way, there is no way to win.'

"Follow me."

"How much."

It was a mirage that began to run immediately behind it, leaving only a light porosity, with thousands disappearing into the forest at appalling speeds. The prosecutor, who was quietly looking at the back of the thousand that had disappeared in the blink of an eye, immediately turned his gaze and focused on a man called the ghost in front of his eyes.

'This is the prosecutor who is considered stronger than Master.'

Of course, that didn't mean to scare my tail or back. A situation where all abilities have been temporarily maximized due to a surgical procedure. If it was a joint of three, it would have gained some dominance over the other thousand.

First, I respectfully took the floor because I thought it was polite to make a communiqué.

"Nice to meet you. This is Master Thousand's first royal family. And these two..."

"Ah, that's enough. I don't think you need to hear the name. because it's annoying to remember. Well, you already heard the name, so I can't help it, but can I call you Spatula on the left and Dumpling on the right?"

"What?!"

"Well, we don't have to talk about these things and let's get to the point. In conclusion, I'm going to fight anyway to see what makes the holiday story so interesting. Even if he said" Thousand "earlier, is he trying to fatigue you mentally through conversation?"

"How dare you!"

If you insult yourself, you can endure as much as you want.

However, I can't let that clown who has spoken out insulting words. A man who was called a spatula in his sleep pulled out the road and immediately rushed forward.

"Priest!" "

It was never a good choice to be swept away by emotion. Angry at the Ghost's provocation, he did the same, but the royal family, the great master in charge of the priests, drew his sword and followed him.

It was foolish to rush so quickly, but even more foolish than that was to give ghosts the opportunity to deal with themselves one-on-one. Even if one person made a mistake, the other two were forced to make that mistake.

"Die!"

A beam of light accelerated at the best speed, cutting off space. A strike that is beautiful enough to impress anyone. However, he was forced to frown on his forehead as he waved his way.

'Avoided?!'

He avoided it even though all his abilities had perfectly spread out the crest of his vision. I might not have been surprised if I had avoided it plainly. I didn't even expect to get attacked like this anyway. The real surprise was that he really avoided his attack.

I really pulled my neck out of the trajectory of the degrees with a piece of paper falling apart. Noticing what it meant, the royal family felt the creeps rise from all over the body.

'I calculated and avoided not only the weapons but also the strength of the Qi and the invisible intangible airflow around the strength!'

Thousands also occasionally showed this kind of practice. However, in this world where it is possible to release intangible energy from a sword, even close evasion has never been demonstrated.

As for the priest's gentle swinging of the sword, he wanted to pour greed, but beyond that, he was able to notice the other person's skill, so he settled his boiling heart. Moreover, more surprising things happened next.

Pot!

Instead of avoiding the priest's attack, he kept his vigor alive and began to retreat from himself without hesitation.

"Ouch, Ouch! Are you running away?!"

"You can think whatever you want. The important thing is that you and I are a long way from here."

"What a coward! Big brother! Let's go!"

'No, that's not cowardly.'

Rather, it is correct to view it as a highly tactical retreat. It must be deliberately postponed, realizing the danger of dealing with these three people head-on. It was clear that if I was deceived by that smoke and rushed, I would be struck by each and every one of them.

"Enough! From now on, I'm strictly forbidden to act alone! Three people are closely linked, confident, and confined to the truth without any gaps! Don't forget, the enemy is the mastermind of Master Min!"

Blame it!

After escaping from the three lively pursuers, Sung-hoon took a sigh of relief and unwittingly touched his neck.

'You're not beige.'

Thanks to its high health status, Sung-hoon's skin became very tough. Combined with the power of skills, you can get dizzy magic and physical attacks boldly. Other than that, however, there was one more hidden testimony that he had just been able to avoid the ambush.

After chasing the back of Thousand and Myri, Sung-hoon sneaked a kit to the ground and stepped on his feet using his gaze when it fell from him instantly. Originally, the enemy who passed the Taunt tried to defeat the aircraft by using explosive speeds to deal with it first. However, in an unexpected catastrophe, Kit was unable to take advantage of the attack and used it to evade.

'These guys are weird, too.'

Despite clearly being in a dangerous situation, Sung-hoon began to think calmly, not clumsily, as before. It wasn't just Mirina who grew up in the battle a while ago. Rather, there was so much more to be gained. Having made significant advances not only in technical but also in spiritual terms.

'I thought it was weird even when I saw it for a second. Not a single person, but all of them are going up to incredible levels. A little lower than me? It's not a normal force. Either you used something special or the old man with the spit made some moves earlier.'

Jack said the same thing, but there's no way to stop them. Or the old man, who was holding a needle by himself while everyone was holding a sword or a sword, could have used acupuncture to make an unusual buff.

'Well, that's not what matters. So let's start the attack.'

"Flame". Cerebroscopy. "

The start starts with a light jab.

The royal gaze at the dozens of flaming spheres and arrows of thunderbolts from the lighter forest suddenly shook violently. I assumed the other person would be unmanned, no, I was confident. Of course. Who would have guessed that he would be on such a high level of nothingness that he would be learning anything other than nothingness?

No, even though I was familiar with it, I was unconscious that it would be at the level of a heartbeat or a defence. But they did not know. Sung-hoon's job was specialized in two areas, and even a little less power could be covered with scary abilities.

"Spread out and avoid it and extinguish it with the Black River! You can call such a lame spell with a sword!"

"Maybe it's a bell call. But that's probably when I honestly let you guys shoot for ease. And I mean."

Bloop!

Grizzly job!

"Unfortunately, I didn't have to shoot you twice. I'm looking forward to it. How long can you guys last?"

Looking at the colorful energies flying through the air, the royal family bites his lips and swings his sword, while Sung-hoon bounces his fingers with a smile.

Qaaaaaaaah!

It deliberately bursts a step ahead of the spell before it is extinguished. Of course, the power was weaker than the direct body, but if the number was not one or two, dozens, and the person who spread it had supernatural abilities in the third awakener, the story would be different.

The incompatible heat and lightning storms swept the surroundings as they rebounded, and the aftershocks that followed the instantaneous explosion were powerful enough to affect the entire forest. The royal family, who barely made a self-defense device and stopped the damage, kicked out the smoke and spit out a grudge without even knowing it.

"Crazy...."

The same energy that had just been spilled, or more visible fire and lightning, and all sorts of different energies, floated in the air. Then, sitting comfortably on a broken tree from a distance, Sung-hoon raised the rune blade and muttered as if he had fallen down like a baton.

"Let's go harder."

Quajijijijijijijiji!!!

I told you earlier that this and next week's deferral cycles will become irregular, but I'll write it up as soon as I can.

Even though there are slums, I realized that the best way to overcome them is to not write a few schedules, to have a rest period, or to choke, or to write so forcefully.

But it's almost 400 times already... when did you write it like this?