peritoneal warfare
Starting the next day, I learned again from Lee Gwang-woo in Qu 3 to learn advanced cerebral nephropathy and combat skills. Of course, what we have learned so far is cerebral nephrine, but according to the words of the Pentecost, when we go to the deeper stages, we will learn the ratio of cerebral nephrine and learn new ways to fight. I'm just now getting a little dull thinking I'm in orbit.
"Re-expand your brain biopsy."
"Yes."
I stood on the battlefield in the morning and took a tax break. It is because the incantation of the Second Day came. I did it a hundred thousand times yesterday, so I opened it naturally without thinking. After the cultivation of the herbs was over, he said as if he was satisfied.
"We're out of maggots. Don't you think it's a little faster?"
"Uh..."
As it turned out, the breath that used to be stuck between herbs did not stop at all. I opened unconsciously, but it was clear that the calibration seemed to have accelerated. I stood surprised, and Lee Kwang said.
"You have now achieved the encephalogram. It also means it's time to learn the finest of swordsmanship."
"......!!"
"Not only did your sword pick up herbs, but your internal operations and breathing were too poor. It was a conspicuous disadvantage because the air was so high, but it seemed to be nothing more than a fool above you. However, while you were in a state of being a foal, you unconsciously removed all useless movements and holes and were able to engrave them on your body. That's why you can move on."
I was able to understand Lee Gwang's words.
Useless movement and holes! I was ordered to continue posture correction for 100,000 times, and to be swift and accurate, and I was able to remove gross consciousness and raise my concentration extremely and increase my swordsmanship.
When I looked down at my hands in wonder, my blood was stuck like a needle. It's only natural that the palm of my hand was caught on fire. Lee Kwang said.
"But I have a question for you."
"Yes, go ahead."
"You also know that the spear is much stronger if you are a pupil of the brain kidney. Why are you so obsessed with sword? I wish you'd polished your spear professionally."
Lee Kwang's words were not just a pity. He truly believes that the martial arts of the spear are much stronger than the sword. And it was true when viewed on a zero-level basis. I pondered and replied to him.
"Because I want to get the drama of self-defense."
"Self-defense! Indeed..."
I mean, Lee Kwang had elaborately interpreted the geology of the weapon he had previously described. His logic was that the Spear was the extreme of martial arts and the extreme of black martial arts, but I said that I was satisfied with the extreme of self-defense. Lee Gwang smiled slightly and said.
"Good. It would be nice to have an unauthorized person like you around. Maybe it's better for someone to walk a different path than a lawsuit."
Then he raised his wooden sword forward and said,
"Originally, we were the guardians of religious ceremonies in the Pyongyang (35703; ), and sometimes we performed ceremonies on behalf of priests. In the meantime, the power of the brain moves the sword like a sword of light, and it becomes a feast of the cerebral cortex."
"I've never heard of it."
"I will. This is due to the fact that only those who have a certain level or higher of brain biopsy are enlightened."
It wasn't unusual for me to finally hear about the history of encephalogram. Since my previous sword level was not so vulgar in the standards of Lee Kwang Xu, I did not intend to become a transferee and did not naturally teach me everything about cerebral biopsy.
'In other words, I was recognized by Lee Kwang only by the sword.'
The wooden sword of the Third Day moved slowly.
Phage
His wooden sword triggered a frightening cerebral cortex momentarily, which happened when I was pulling up the phantom of the encephalogram. He suddenly coughed as he was looking down at the wooden sword, which was sensitive to his brain.
"Hap!"
Pa Kang!
"Ugh!!"
It was surprising. Suddenly, the aura of the epilepsy gathered together, and it was like the blade of an epileptic. It really was a black Qi that looked like it was overlapped with brain metastases, and the sharpness was beautiful. Up to that point, Lee Kwang from Samsun demonstrated, saying.
"This is the Lightning McQueen, the Great Hall of Cerebroscopy." The way you've been flying a Ghost Watcher with a sword has consumed a lot of energy and is too slow. You must make a Lightning Bolt to compete equally with the Ultimate Swordsman. "
"Well, I see."
"First trigger the cerebral cortex, gather decentralized brains, superimpose the blade shape naturally from the polarization, and then rethink it." This creates a refined lightning bolt without wasting it. "
Sky
As the thunderbolt in the second half of the Lunar New Year was swinging lightly across, the thunderbolt bounced off the wooden sword and struck the wall outside the five chapters. It was a very high-end technique to spray the weapon remotely like that.
"If you can naturally use a Lightning Bolt, you won't be afraid of those who handle ranged weapons. And there's another tombstone, which I'll teach you after you acquire the thunderbolt."
"Yes!"
In accordance with the teachings of the Second Day, I practiced pulling thunderstorms up and forming all day long. Surprisingly, I was able to make a sword like a lightning bolt in about three o'clock, but it seemed like a fast speed to me. It's even fun to gather the energy of a wobbly concussion from the edge of the sword.
"You have already mastered the art of cerebral procrastination. If you practice diligently, you will be able to learn thunderstorms in less than a month."
I raised my hand.
"I have a question."
"Yes, go ahead."
"I understand that thunderstorms are used to stabilize the dark Qi that harbors the energy of the Five Elements Brawl. But what is the difference between a sword and a steel hardness? Can you do it as a Lightning McQueen?"
In answering my question, Lee Kwang hung up on a chair and answered.
"Then what do you think is a sword and a sword?"
"The sword is a whirlwind stage before it reaches the river, and I know that the sword is the hardest point to reach."
This wasn't what I was thinking. It's something I've heard from the Hyundai people in the past. I wanted to know more clearly by asking the best shaman stories. Then, Lee Gwang smiled bitterly.
"That's an awkward definition. Well, that's what most people think."
"Isn't that right?"
"Then let's ask again. The sword has the power to make the weapon sharp and strong like a proper sword. Then why are the top masters fighting over the sword until it consumes their heart? Forming a sword doesn't make you physically stronger."
"......"
I never thought about it. I have faced the difference between a sword and a sword, because I could barely endure it with my inner teeth. When I hesitated to answer, Lee Kwang said.
"Listen up. Black Flame is a technique designed to break the opponent's sword."
"Technology...!!"
"Surprisingly, there are many who cast swords in this world. Even if you're not a master, there are many master masters who forcefully gather energy to form swords. That's why we developed sword fighting skills. Swordsmanship is a fighting skill designed to defeat the owner of a sword that is weaker than itself."
Lee Kwang explained it like that.
"Of course, there's a difference between heaven and earth when it comes to the real Dark Hadou. The justice you speak only of those who do not know what the Sword is."
"......"
I put my tongue out. This was the theory and notion of nothing that the Catholics told us, but the light of the third feast was completely crushed. If I had heard it, I would have lost my way. But I didn't say that. I kept asking questions.
"So what is a real sword? What kind of power is that?"
"True hardship (? Qi Qiang) is only a few masters in the world. And they usually hide their power, so there's not much to look forward to. Those who are that close tend to focus on their training without getting involved in the chaotic world."
"Hmm, I see."
"You don't have to be curious now. You must first acquire the Lightning McQueen and then enter Biggi to continue the story."
I couldn't afford to ask any more questions, as Lee Kwang said. From that day on, I woke up like the dawn and focused most of my 12 o'clock a day on the battlefield and making thunderstorms. Thanks to the incredible internal air, the brain was able to exhale, but it was a completely different problem to focus it into the shape of a blade.
Focus and Perseverance Fight!
I wrestled for about a month and six nights, and I was finally able to make the right lightning bolt. It took much longer than I expected for Lee to have an impact on my talents as well.
Woong -
"Oh..."
The luminosity of the lightning bolt that was floating on my wooden sword was dazzling. I was watching next to him, and Lee Kwang said bluntly.
"Too much light. It means you didn't control your brain enough."
"Yep."
"Keep it invisible and subtle. The more powerful the Lightning Bolt is."
I barely wiped the sweat off my forehead. After all the hard work so far, I was able to create a proper sword. I thought it would take me at least a decade if I tried to learn this by myself. There was no quicker path than being taught by a master of martial arts.
"Now put your lightning bolt around your sword and try to keep it steady. And practice unleashing your adherent energy to the outside. If that's the case, your encephalogram will have a different side to it."
"I understand!"
I had to spend months again to get the additional application containers described by Lee Kwang. In the meantime, Lee has never mentioned that my progress is fast and slow. Rather, I asked if I was slow because I was sweet, but Lee always answered casually.
"You're doing very well."
I had to believe Lee was okay. I focused every day on my training to master the perfect encephalogram. It was about half a year after my efforts came to fruition.
Kwakwang!
A thunderbolt from the wooden sword left a great tragedy on the wall. Now we can only use Lightning McQueen to attack from a distance. Lee said as I was gasping for breath because I was running out of concentration.
"Almost got rid of your big weakness just by polishing your brain."
"Brain... brain projection?"
"One Eye Tribal Power."
Lee Kwang, who recited the proverb to the martial artist, suddenly hooked up and moved his new brother. It seemed clear that there was another vision, like a reality.
"You've mastered the power to cast the sword, and you can't even think about it, and now you have to learn between them."
That was the extreme of a never-in-a-lifetime walk.
"Lee Hyung-hwan"?
But I realized it wasn't a metaphor. There is a big difference in the density of movements, and that movement was connected like a chain loop. And I felt like dancing because I was as cheerful as a carp but there was no waste of sideways movement.
Fabababad
The shadows seemed to scatter like petals.
Lee Kwang took seven steps in total. But the seven steps hid a great foothold. Lee said, confirming the last day.
"Brainworm feast (32118; xxxxxxxxxxx)! Once I've learned this, I'll give you the status of a cerebral kidney transplant."
"... Really!"
I summoned joy.
Qualifications of the Transferor!
Although Lee Kwang still recognizes me as half the winner and transfers various kinds of beer and reception, the official recognition was different from the story. As soon as I qualify, I will truly be able to receive Lee Kwang Wu's work at a point equal to Jinzo Office. In other words, this trial itself was close to the final test of light.
Lee Kwang nodded his head.
"The period is three years. Lead a thousand arrows in it."
"Three years?"
"Yes."
Given that it had been almost a year since I learned about thunderstorms, I was given three times the amount of time. A thousand years old could be expected to be a difficult feast. And if Lee Kwang was three years old, it was probably a technique that could not be learned even after 10 years.
Lee, Kwang's words continued.
"I'll give you more assignments. As you master the thousand lashes, you must break the seal with Jinseo's office."
"If you say break the seal, do you mean challenge the other clans?"
"Yes."
"That's, um..."
I felt a little overwhelmed.
Break the seal!
'Dammit, he could die.'
It was easy to say, but I know how dangerous it is. When I used to be fearlessly challenged by the Twin Moons of the Fallen Lamb, I knocked the elders down until the end of the week, but the elders showed up and blew my head off with an excuse.
Honor was more important than life in the military, so it was frequent for the elite to feed and kill challengers. Breaking the seal is a dangerous thing for a challenger to be prepared to die for.
Immediately, I angrily shouted and shouted.
"Let's do this!"
"Yes, take a look."
The remaining time was spent being guided by brainstorms. He also told me how to move quickly in the right position, pointing out that my brain projections are too messy this time.
Until then, I thought a peaceful and okay training routine would continue. It's because we just have to learn what we are teaching and then paint it with a free hand.
However, the next morning, when I got up from my lodging and headed to the training ground, I did not see Lee Gwang from the Master's Day. Instead, there was an unexpected person waiting for me. He was waving at me with his things already packed.
"Here comes the priest!"
"Jinzo Execution? What brings you here..."
I laughed at Jinzo.
"That's because I have to break the seal today. We need to get to the ledge before daybreak, so let's get going."
"Hah... It's too sudden."
I took the weapons from the training ground whining and grumbling. I almost didn't eat it anyway, so I didn't need to pack anything else. I felt something strange as I tied a usable sword to my waist.
"Wait, execution. A fortress? That's..."
"That's right, Priest."
My face was distorted by the sentence of the death penalty.
"A village at the entrance of Jongnam Mountain."