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"Huff... huff."
I vomited a faint breath.
How many times have I told you? '
I can't remember. I must have counted it 8,000 times, but it didn't come to my mind. Now I had the idea that I would have to do 92,000 more times, but when I thought about it, I didn't think it was going to ruin my mind.
By my side, the perpetrator Yoon Kwang was watching with the eye of the hawk. He slapped my calf with a wooden sword and shouted.
"Wake up! It's wrong."
"......!!"
I think I'm going to faint. The body recovers instantly thanks to its near infinite internal air, but it seems to be running low on MP. He will, too, because I have been practicing encephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephaloencephalopathy for the last three days of the night. I never thought I'd be able to train this hard from the start.
'I want to rest.'
I'm sleepy. I can't be exhausted, but I keep falling asleep. I would be happy if I could lay down and recover from this madness. As I stumbled, the criminal Yoon laughed.
"You said you were the new perpetrator. Did you do something and then just get kicked out? Hahaha."
"What...?"
"It's been years since I've been a criminal, but I've never seen such crazy training. Give up now."
According to Yun, he was originally a top expert in the crowd. However, when he reached the age of a young man, he was suddenly defeated by Lee Kwang, and was impressed by him, and decided to give up all his Muslim activities and live as a criminal of the brain kidney. His speech was arrogant and reckless, as he had always been a famous master.
"But I'm pretty sure he's good..."
I drooled into my heart.
Two criminals supporting the Blue Dragon Warrior along with Jinzo Chung's shooter - Yun Kwang (23609; ) and Horizontal (⁄ ). What they had in common was that they were originally first-class and late-line audiences, and that they were quite strong because they were criminals of the neocortex. I don't know, but I think I deserve to be called the Entrance of the Ultimate Master with three eyes.
Even in this country, there is no guarantee that Shiny Light will be defeated in 100 seconds. I gripped my teeth.
"I'm not giving up! Shut up and watch."
"Hmph, the young one is poisonous. Yeah, go ahead."
Shiny smiled and began to watch my posture again. The three of Jinzo Chung, Yungwang and Horizon slapped me with a wooden sword if my 'posture' was any wrong. It was probably ordered by Lee Kwang to do so.
Shhh.
I went up to 10,000 times to raise my will again.
"Alternate horizon."
"Hmm."
It was the third day of the week, and Yoon Kwang switched with the horizon shooter. Unlike a somewhat reckless glow, the horizon was as lofty as a hollow cow, and he only watched me with his quiet eyes. I didn't feel like talking.
Crap.
"Ugh."
The horizon watches in silence and hits you one by one when the posture is wrong. I felt tremendous pain as I quickly protected myself with the internal air. It's because it was usually an adult man who was hit on the horizon.
Are you trying to kill me? '
But the horizon of a cow-like impression was a man whose emotions could not be read. I had to die harder than I did before. I spread a lot of encephalogram and my hands seemed to be swollen, but I kept swinging my sword as I endured it.
I felt like my hair was whitening. This is the limit. I want to fall asleep now. No, I don't want to sleep, but I want to lie down for a while. The flesh is calling for limitations. I don't even remember what it was anymore. I thought it was better to die than stay like this.
Then Horizon said,
"Anytime you want to give up, just say so."
"......?"
"100,000 times is impossible. At this rate, your ligaments will be severed or your muscles will be completely ruptured and you won't be able to live as an unmanned person. That's enough."
I've never seen that blunt horizon talk so much. But I could see that it was because of the seriousness of the horizon. Seeing horizon, this training technique only reduces the lives of the unmanned, so I feel sorry for you and advise you because it seems to be malnourished. I came to my senses and reacted.
"I'll do it!"
"... Yes, go on then."
The horizon closed its mouth again and watched me.
I felt my body move on its own while I was losing my mind, and I felt it fade away as I thought about it. Even if it's hard, it doesn't come back to me as if my head was cracked.
Soon after the turn of the horizon was over, Jinso's office shifted in the middle of the night. He looked at me standing in the sweat hole and said,
"Wait a moment."
Gaaaah!
Suddenly, he pours cold water on the bucket and sprinkles it on me. When I looked at him with a silly eye, the petition said gravely.
"How many times now?"
"26,000 times..."
"You're slow. If we don't hurry, the priest will die during this training."
"What...?"
Jinzo said, tearing the gunpowder that he had brought.
"This training is because you are confident in yourself. But it's half gamble. I believe my master will overcome the priestly potential, and he gambled his way to the next level. So trust me, no doubt."
"I don't care about that. I've decided to do it, so I'm going to finish it."
"Remember, what's important in this training is' accurate and fast '."
Jinso seemed to have given me a clue.
"Have you already had this training? '
I had a horrible thought, but I shook my head. Then the Jinzo Church is an incarnation born for nothing, not man. How can a normal human do this training in this challenging yard, even though he is restoring an infinite amount of health with his near-infinite internal air?
But I decided to take his advice honestly. I decided to continue my focus to develop my encephalogram with accuracy and speed. Originally, I had reached my limit far beyond my concentration, but it was like a bug crawling into my brain.
For a moment, it was dark in front of me.
It was so hard that I was out of my mind for a while. I regained my senses and wielded my wooden sword again.
The fourth day was almost over 35,000 times.
I'm now so damaged I can hardly tell who's watching my back. I could feel the black figure screaming and hitting me. The eyes flutter, forgetting the shape, and it continues to flow.
"Hey, wake up!"
Gaaaah!
Yoon Kwang poured cold water on me. It seemed like I was out of my mind for a moment. As soon as I hit the cold water, I wielded my knife mechanically again. You hear a murmur next to you as if you're tired of glowing.
"Crazy bastard... do you want me to keep doing this? Crazy..."
Crazy bastard.
I'm a lunatic.
I kept swinging my sword, looking back at the words of the glow. The sword of encephalogram seemed to have been forgotten, and my fingertips had become one sword. In that strange sense, I thought about the past for a moment.
Slaughter. And the feeling of defeat, the feeling of helplessness.
I've felt it for decades.
And then, Manglish died.
My foolish choice killed me, and I was powerless.
In the future, if I am weak, the same thing will continue to happen.
'I'm weak.'
I never thought why I was weak. It's because I've been standing in the position of a natural weakness since birth. It's been decades since I've lived a life without hope, being robbed and rolled up. I have lived a life dominated by feelings of helplessness.
So hang in there.
I don't want to let go.
I've had enough of my easy rotting life. And every time, I saved my limit. I realized the cruel truth of the world that nothing can be gained without giving up something of my own.
All I could give up now was nausea.
If I give up this training during this time, I will be bored with it again and let go of my hand. Then I will roll back and forth through time without any further ado, even if I swear to Manglish. And you will live again as if you were nothing.
I don't want that. I don't want to let go.
I'm in a position to catch it now.
It is also a position that must be risked and captured desperately.
I entered on the fifth day. By the fifth day, the horizon came and looked worried. That wooden man's face reminded me of that, so I looked like I was already feeling pitiful. But without caring about it, I was just insensitively counting the times in my mind.
'55321... 55322...'
We're only halfway there.
Wait... half...? Half now? '
At that moment, my heart seemed to be broken. I did this shit and I still have to double it. I can't believe we have to do this again. It didn't seem like a human thing to do. But nevertheless, I just survived this bite.
I can't think of any reason to stand it anymore.
Just hang in there.
I think the sword grew out of my hand. It seemed to be slowing down slowly and in time to the body. I was distracted by the glowing sword in the dark, and I was undergoing the 55623 th casting of the encephalogram.
'I don't give up.
I won't give up.
Never give up '
I continue to mutter as if to cast a spell.
Because I...
"Master, that sounds crazy."
On the morning of the 11th day, the petition finally gave his opinion.
Lee looked at him while eating breakfast. His apprentice Jinzo Chung's face was rigid and no longer moved the bowel. Lee, who was eating stir-fried food, said.
"That's crazy. Then why?"
"He's going to die."
He said because he was bored.
Yes, it is.
In common sense, the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred will soon die. Usually, humans have to suffer from tetanus or fatigue because of their fatigue or wounds, or die from dehydration. Otherwise, the muscles and ligaments must be ruptured so that they cannot practice martial arts again.
In fact, Jinso believed in the practice of teachers. I thought the teacher had an idea and ordered me to swing a hundred thousand times without stopping. However, as I go in shifts, I feel that this is a bit wrong. It was because I could see the taste of the Hundred Hundred Hundreds' faces in real time in this ignorant herbal repetition.
Lee Kwang from Samcheol, who enjoyed the joy of breakfast for a while, said.
"You have to die, or you won't."
"Yes?!"
"That child was desperate. And I realized the cause of that desperation was a lack of talent. I don't understand the fact that he has cerebral nephropathy at that age, but he is desperately lacking the misunderstanding and acquisition of synergy."
"......!!"
"Perhaps it's the incomprehensible strength of the internal air that drives us so far, despite the lack of pentagram. But now that it's poisoned, I have to kill it. The sooner the worse the habit, the better."
That's awesome.
He said with a trembling voice that understood what it meant.
"Are you trying to force the delivery of a foal?"
"If you don't kill him like that, he'll stay in that stage for the rest of his life."
Jinzo Chung folded his arms.
"Dummy, there's something fishy about that kid. I want to check his will through this training. Considering the mysterious nature of it, can you accept it as a transvestite of the brain stem?"
"But... but that's just too..."
"Never mind. If you're so worried, come with me."
After finishing breakfast, Lee Kwang went to the training ground with Jinso Chung. This training ground, where only criminals can enter, smells queer. It was a body odor emanating from the body of a boy standing in the middle of the training ground.
Boong
Boong -
Hung Wung is still wielding his sword. However, his eyes were already half dead, so he was stunned, and his movements were not so fast and mechanical. It was good to see a live skeleton wielding a sword.
However, Jinso was surprised when he noticed the movement of the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundreds.
I'm forgetting! And it's unleashing potential. '
I asked Yoon Kwang who was standing guard.
"What time is it?"
"This... is 150 times left."
A moment of silence passed.
"... Okay. We'll see."
Jinseo-Chung saw a slight twitch in the teacher's eyes, answering gravely. In fact, Lee Gwang-ho was a little confused when he saw his stupefied eyes. It was almost like he didn't know he could do it either.
'Teacher really tried to kill him or let him live.'
Alert you to other brain kidneys?
As Jinzo's office, he didn't know because Lee was wary of the Hundred Hundreds who possessed the invincible air within close proximity to the Commandos. Although it was nothing compared to martial arts, I was very wary of the White Tiger because I knew the meaning of the inner circle.
It feels good to die a male.
- Maybe he didn't want to die?
At the same time, Jinzo Chung looked at the Hung Wung with admirable eyes.
'I am releasing my full potential while restoring my body to infinite depth. Body's protective instincts are increasing in absolute height by using the internal air that spread to the tibial artery to restore it. That's why normal people have to die to survive.'
Where does that will come from?
Jinzo Chung was not confident if he received the same internal air as Hung Wung and told him to do that shit. Of course, it was because Jinzo was talented and didn't need to do that, but even if he did, he needed ignorant willpower.
Woowoo -
It was only 10 more demonstrations to 100,000. The people in the intestine suddenly see a radiant glow emanating from their body, and quickly find that they are fully recovered. All the pain and rupture that accumulated in the carved blood, wounds, ligaments and muscles disappeared. It was a strange recovery when the inner air of the thousand-year-old snowflake that the centuries had eaten was gushed out.
"......!!"
In the body of the Hung Dynasty, a turbulent air began to erupt that was unparalleled until now. Jinso couldn't believe it.
"The internal affairs have been... only part of it..."? '
The centurion's inner air was considerably more than a hundred times that of a typical elite. However, it was a child's body, and the Hundred Hundred Hundreds were so bad at handling chi and determination that they were rarely able to use their power. However, Jinseo-Chun thought that the centurion's internal aerial work was prevailing and was the lowest class.
But - it was a mistake. The centurion they had felt so far was just the tip of the iceberg.
Kugugu District
The expression of Lee Kwang from the third day, when the whole arena felt shaken and impressed by the sword, changed badly. Even then, he was shaking up this massive internal air. However, I did not think that the true inner air of the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred times the inner air of that surface area.
Quouoo -
In the Hundred Hundred Body, the aura was typed and twisted. It was releasing energy to the outside without resting and trying to stabilize the body. When the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundreds came to a crisis, three and a half thousand years of power was being exploded. He raised his hand and muttered while blocking his influence.
"It was a monster..."
Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine.
... 100,000.
The last 100,000 encephalogram was performed in the hands of a hundred thousand people who were half unconscious and pushed out of their senses.
At that moment, the power of the Giant Heaven, which had never been handled by Hung Woong, stretched out brightly in the sword. Jinzo, who looked at the bright, rainbow constellations, cried out in awe.
"Sword steel!"
It's not made out of complete enlightenment, but I can't believe we're forming a sword with a pure internal know-how! It was so inefficient, but so beautiful. It was impossible for humans to form a sword like that. Jinzo's horror was enormous because he did not know that only the best master who reached the end could be used as one entity.
Paa -
The light bulb of the encephalometric sword flowed according to the encephalographic sword without errors of a single tooth. Hundreds of thousands of times, the encephalogram was faster and more accurate than any sword so far. The scent of flashing lightning was like a galaxy.
Suddenly, Lee Gwang called out because he was excited.
"Great!"
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Jin Brain Island!
The window of Lee Kwang stretched out through the extreme temporal space. Even the lightning bolt of the perforated brain struck the Sword of the Hundred Hundred Hundred Goose and exploded a massive Qi wave. You hear no sound, but the high-frequency sound that you can't hear in the human ear produces shock waves several times.
Gugu Palace
In the room with frequent shocks, there was a Hundred Hundreds who were stunned with their eyes turned upside down.
"......"
"......"
I couldn't help but get old.
It's because a young boy in his early teens had to endure the crazy training he thought was impossible for humans. Furthermore, the expression of the last scintillator appeared to be as unmanned as one endpoint. That's why Yoon Kwang's usual troublemaker was also keeping his mouth shut and staring at the Hung Wung.
Lee Gwang-woo approached the Hung Dynasty and touched his shoulder. Then, as his energy flowed, he stimulated the blood of the White Hermit, and soon he was able to wake up.
"Uh, uh, here?"
When Baek Woong was unconscious, Lee Kwang said confidently.
"Congratulations. You have successfully trained a hundred thousand times."
"I see."
"Perhaps from now on, you can make great progress by studying Qi and Qi."
"Oooh!!"
There was an unmissable joy in Hung Hung's face. I thought I was going to die just spreading it, because I thought I was lucky enough to survive and have succeeded in my training. Of course, there was no fact that he opened the sword in Hung Woong's memory.
He stared at the sliding white herd and asked.
"What is it?"
"Yes?"
He was losing his composure.
"What makes you so eager? Not the will of a child your age. Even an inversion warrior can be difficult, but where does his ignorant will come from? What is so desperate that you crave power?"
The question of Lee Kwang was obvious.
The Hundred Hundred's will was now beyond his common sense. I noticed the talent and inferiority of the Hundred Hung, so I thought it would be so-so even with the temperament and poison. However, what I had survived was the feeling of death while training ( 28357;).
Lee only saw the willpower of the Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred Hundred at a time while carrying out countless trips. It was only from a famous ambassador called Shaolin High Priestess ( 20711;) and New Priest ( 20711;). It was the will of desertion that seemed to have forgotten all my life.
Hung Hung nods for a moment.
And he said,
"I don't want to regret it."
Hung Hung was still chanting in his heart.
After eight previous lives, hell is boiling in my heart.
I won't give up.
I won't give up.
Never give up
Because I...
I've decided to fix it 100 times.
That's how I decided to live my life!
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