peritoneal warfare
I can't say I've actually yet mastered the metaphor of brainstorms, the thousand annihilations. I know the approximate operation of a thousand blows, but it was impossible to control the flow of defeat in detail to achieve perfect power. As my executioner, Jinzo Chung, made fun of the disciples' swordplay lightly, it was not yet possible to effectively evade enemy attacks. It may have been similar at a moment's notice, but it was entirely internal.
It took a natural talent or a tremendous amount of effort to fully master the thousand strokes. "I have mastered" just means that I have become imitated. That's why I wanted to gain hands-on experience with the Master. It is because of the theory that if you increase your concentration to extreme intensity in the battle of life and death, you will naturally learn from your body.
Woohoo...
It's been about a month since I've lived in this house. I've been focusing on rethinking and casting my skills, including the thousand strokes of Brainy. He also tried to increase control of the internal air that was scattered throughout the tibial arteries. It may seem meaningless in some way, but I believe that this process and training will help me.
'No, it's too hard.'
I still feel stuck and irritated because I didn't spread a thousand pounds properly today. Detailed operation is too difficult. If we could just get it right, it would be so much faster and stronger for zero-sum. Why is this so hard?
I need something to do.
At least I had a hunch that I should take my level to the next level until the Imperial Fish Trophy.
'Let's get some information.'
After thinking about it for a long time, I decided to leave the house and wander around the Fallen Yang Castle. It was due to vague expectations that I might be able to obtain any information that might be helpful to my work.
The first place I headed was beyond the breach of the street where the open beggars dwell. Previously, I heard from Spook that there is a burst of openness here. As I approached the oyster bridge, I could feel the beggars panting and looking this way.
I look up at them from above the gully and jump down. The gaze of the beggars gathered around the cobblestone field next to the crown struck me at once. I slowly walked to the beggars and said,
"I heard there are openings here."
"What brings you here, the new frequent guest of Hansea Sega?"
A beggar walks forward. I could tell his chi was unusual. Perhaps that grumpy beggar is the one responsible for this blow. I told him to surrender because he could have been the leader of the Moorish.
"I am the one who calls myself Hundred Hundred. I came to buy information."
"I'm afraid I can't do that."
"Who are you to decide that?"
The beggar scratches between his teeth with his fingernails.
"I am the open plumber's iron slingshot. It's called Oh Young-goon. I have the authority to sell information."
"I see."
"Let's cut to the chase. We have no intention of selling you information."
I knew that the open bushwalker was of considerable stature in the Moorish. With the information I knew at the time of the representation, I was able to transfer the master craftsman and fully cooperate in the opening of the gathering of beggars from heaven and earth. Some of them went well beyond the Great Gate Review Index and even the strongmen became cautious when dealing with openness.
I told Oh Young-goon the Iron Lick.
"Iron Fist. Why can't I sell information when I have enough money?"
"That's it. You have too much money."
What the hell are you talking about? I tilted my head and the iron dog smiled.
"Maybe you weren't the only one. It is known that everyone already knows that you purchased the Golden Ingot, and in the process you purchased the Golden Ingot. That you're a hidden alcoholic spreading to the dark streets of the Fallen Lamb."
"......."
"Everyone is only noticing because you are a frequent guest of Hanssega and under patronage. Sooner or later, you're gonna be a mess around here. We don't want to get into that dirt fight, so we don't want anything to do with small talk."
I heard him say something.
"Was that the strange sight you felt around your house for a month? '
It means that a professional thief or a spy has wandered around my house. I let them go because I was too weak, but I heard them clearly and it was strange. Then, if I wasn't a poor Hanssega, they would have come after me already.
When I was silent, the Iron Dog spoke.
"If you understand, go now. Don't feel bad."
"Strange. If I'm rich and in the center of the wind, shouldn't you be greedy for my treasure more? That doesn't sound right."
"Heh heh. That's funny."
Ironclad laughs.
"We know that the Hundred Goose Co. is the owner of an internal affair. I'm not stupid enough to roll my hair at you for nothing. And Hans Sega... pulling a tiger's nose out means never having to do it in the first place."
I finally decided to give up the hardbook.
Wedge - Puck!!
"......!!"
The gold ingot I threw out of my arms is stuck in front of the foot of an iron dog. The interest of the beggars around, as well as the iron doves, is distorted. Particularly the iron dove was noticeable at a sudden rate of discoloration.
I stared at the iron dog in the face and said,
"If I'm going to be in that situation, I'm going to have to buy more information. I'll give you the gold ingot. Sell me any information you can. That's my demand."
The iron mackerel swallowed the dry saliva.
"Y-you 're serious? You're just gonna give me this for information?"
"Pick it up quickly. Before I change my mind."
"......"
Ironclads were hesitant. I know I should probably rationally refuse my offer, but it was hard to overcome the golden glint beneath my feet. He eventually lowers his waist and slowly pulls the gold ingot out of the ground, giving a shout of joy.
"So hard that the gold ingots are protected by the air and intact... You've mastered the weight-bearing method."
"Let's not nag, but let's be honest. Tell me everything you know about this situation."
"I'd like to. But first, why don't you get rid of all the attention you're seeing here?" "
The Iron Dog's gaze was far up the bridge.
"You hold yourself accountable."
"All right, take care of it."
"Of course."
I was also feeling faint there, so I slowly took my hand to the waist dance. Then, the next moment, he performed a biopsy (25300) and jumped up the brainstorm to the top of the oyster bridge.
Pa!!
The place that flew, compressing more than 20 chapters at the same speed, was a seemingly unpopular alleyway, where the person who was there was surprised and uttered blasphemy.
"Damn it!!"
Caang
"Aaaargh..."
The sickness seemed to be trying to stop my sword quickly, but it was a mistake. Even the most famous elders of the Nam Clan, who are the best under heaven, are hard to stop with their fists, but they cannot be stopped by the skills of rats. The Ghost Keeper paralyzes his upper half, and he kneels on his knees.
"Hee, hee, help me..."
I discovered that he was wearing an overnight robe. I'm dressed like this, so if I hide in alleys during the day, I won't be able to see much. I put a sword to his throat and said in a cold voice.
"Thief?"
"Well, yes. Please save my life..."
"Hmm."
Ka-chow!!
I swung my sword at you the next moment. The five-pronged recognition was clearly quite skilled, and the two pronounced were aiming for the life of the thief. The thief looks blurred, noticing that his life was threatened. I grabbed the bandit by the collar and jumped back under the bridge.
As I landed twice in the air, the iron mace opened its eyes.
"This is a customer I didn't expect."
The thief smiles humbly as his eyes meet the Iron Dog.
"Heh heh... Iron Clippers. You have my face, don't you? I haven't done anything yet, so please ask this small negotiator to give it back. Please..."
"Iron Clipper. Who is this guy?"
The Iron Dog ignored the thief and answered my question.
"He is a fairly skilled thief who traverses the Fallen Lamb and has the star sign" Kyungsoo. "This must be the man who was after your treasure."
"Hee hee hee..."
"Hm. Let's torture him."
As I lifted my hands, muttering unevenly, the Kyungsoo family turned blue in color. Then I grabbed hold of my pants and said desperately.
"Sneak! Sneak! Please save my life. I'm not the only one looking for a small negotiation.I 'll tell you everything I know. Please let me go. I won't show myself in front of the small talk again."
I stared at the Gyeonggi family tree and focused on his blood, making him immobile. Ironclad was watching in a way that it didn't matter just to kill the thief. However, there will be no loyalty to protect the thieves from the point of view of the open Bundanese. I told you.
"Let's start with your story. Tell me about this situation."
"Sure."
The Iron Dog pointed and explained with his finger the Kyungsoo family tree.
"There are at least 10 Muslims and bandits around you, including this one. To the best of my knowledge, there are celestial fruits, bloodshot spears, bastards, horsemen, and palm trees that are the prime source of river water... among others, there are suspicious movements of masters of Hao Moon, Black Society, White Door, and Chan Moon."
"......"
I've never heard of them in my life, but it means that hundreds of Muslims were wandering around after my gold ingots. I've been living comfortably at home, thinking nothing of it.Does that mean they've been observing every move?
Perhaps the reason they didn't try to raid me or steal me was because they were always looking for a clear opportunity because of the background of the golden sceptre, which they called the HN Cheongsaga's frequent guest.
"Too careless?" I sometimes get caught up with the best and brightest, but I don't really care… '
I'm not saying it's inconclusive. Occasionally, there were quite a few masters passing by the house. But I let them live, so now they were after my gold. When I stood still in a daze, the Kyungsoo spoke.
"Oh, small... You should be especially careful of the Black Society." They're the dirtiest, scariest people in the darkest part of the Fallen Lamb. They use poison and memorization without hesitation, so it's best not to encounter them. "
Ka 'ang!
"Hi-ya."
I struck the throwing star again, frightened of the Kyungryong Dynasty's words. I was amused and amazed to get rid of the recognition that was aiming for the Kyungjin family members several times.
So I grabbed the falling throwing star and hung myself out. In the citation, the black snake was muted.
"The Black Society doesn't seem to like you very much either."
"Oh, oh, no... if the Black Society were after me..."
The Gyeonggi's face is frozen with despair. I stared at the Iron Dog and said,
"Iron Clippers. That much information doesn't pay for a single gold ingot."
"What do you want me to do?"
"At least I want you to let them know there's an open influence here."
"Khh... I can't help it."
The iron mace frowns and raises the inner air, making it reanimated.
[Our open quail supports the Hundred Goose Cohort! Any attempt to use force within a hundred pages of this place will be considered an act of dissension to the public.]
The lioness was quite large and married. It resounded somewhat loudly to the side of the village. The nearby officials were surprised and looked this way, but they soon turned their heads and didn't seem to care much about the Moorish affairs in the coffin.
Suddenly, I heard a loud laugh.
"Hahahaha... You can't even look at open gold, can you?"
Shh-shh-shh.
Approximately 20 Black Ingots appear on the oyster bridge. They were able to see that they were Muslims because they were holding swords on their backs together. The iron dog cries out in annoyance as it sees one of them standing at the forefront.
"Black Society State. Did you not hear what I just said?"
The black socialist folds his arms and mocks Iron Dog, saying that he owns half the dark side of the sheep.
"Ah, I see you've been seducing the gold ingots."
"What!!"
Fire drops from the eyes of the Iron Dog, and nearby disciples grab their mitts and clubs. It meant that we might run into the Black Society. Then the black socialist shook his hand and said,
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no I respect your wishes here."
"Back off."
"But, you know, I smell money. That snipe smells like a lot of money. If we're going to take it from the open, we're not going to stand for it."
The Black Society ruled out the Iron Dog, and the Iron Dog sounded stunning.
"Solitary? Don't you know you belong to the Hundred Coven?"
"I know. That's why I've been looking over my shoulder. If we get the wrong Hans Sega, our tribe will flourish."
The black socialist who said that looked at me with strange eyes.
"By the way, since our men are observing the small talk, are they eager to fight? I heard that you train to do nothing other than eat and sleep. It was a long time to live. I can feel the nature of that narrow narrow dog."
"What do you want to say?"
When I confronted him, the black socialist laughed.
"The Hundred Goose Cove. You don't think you're up against all the gold diggers who are after you? If you give me some gold ingots, I'll do my best to get rid of them. And I can show you a good place for the minors to test their independence. I'm holding the darkness of the Fallen Lamb."
The Black Society seemed to know what I wanted. Otherwise, I can't say it because I'm so sure.
I glanced at the Iron Dog. Seeing that Iron Dog's expression doesn't seem to change that much, it seems that the Black Society has a great influence on the dark side of the falling sheep.
"In short, give me the gold ingot."
"Hahaha... Isn't that obvious? But it's true that I want to introduce you to a place to use your strength. The Small Cove is probably looking for the Imperial Fish Court, but there's a good place to warm up before that."
"Tell me where to start."
"The Festival of Cancer and Gymnastics hosted by Toma." If you win here, you can receive a big gift from Toma. If you kill someone all you want, you don't take any moral responsibility. All murders and torture are permitted. "
The armored tournament?
I tilted my head when I heard it for the first time in my life.
However, I was surprised and screamed to be the iron mace wind I was listening to next to.
"Well, what? The organizer of the cancer guard tournament was Tooma?!"
The Black Society smiled.
"Heh. I'm not hiding anything, so I'll share it with you. You're right about that tune."
"Hmmm..."
The Black Socialist said frankly.
"Toma wants more participants. Iron Clippers, you too ask for a lot of publicity."
"Shut up."
I looked at the iron mace with an eye for explanations. Then the iron dog shed a tear.
"Negotiate, refuse the offer. Taking part in the Armored Guard Tournament is insane."
"What is that? Who's Toma?"
"The Peacekeeper's Tournament is the largest arena sealed by the powers of this Fallen Lamb. Safa and Mado's Masters, who can't be seen in the Red Climb, participate in the big leagues, and the winner gets a prize, but the loser must die."
As the Iron Dog explained so, he chewed it out.
"And Toma is one of the eight leaders of the Madopal Moon, and the leader of the Suramun Moon. I've been known to be one of the finest masters in Mado."
"......!!"
"I can't believe there was such a thing as a firecracker..."
Madopalmoon Suramun Suramun!
Is that Toma?
I felt that I had some unexpected information. So I thought about it for a while and said,
"Black Socialist. What if I don't accept the offer?"
The Black Society shrugs.
"There's nothing I can do. The small-scale skills suggest that the Black Society will use force to kill them. But you don't think there's enough power to take out a swarm of flying flies like us?"
He says that and points his finger at the iron rod.
"That iron mace is acting like he's pulling out his liver for the sake of the small talk, but if I just stand here, I'll look at the liver with intelligence to scrape it from the small talk to the last one. I can assure you. The Minority will consume all of their health and mental strength before participating in the Imperial Fish Court."
"Is that a threat?"
"Huhu, I'm not the only one after the small talk. Everyone's looking at the liver. I won't stop you if you're planning on killing them all like snowballs."
"......"
I thought a little more. And he said,
"This is the cost of participating in the Armpit Tournament and the cost of the lives of the Gyeonggi here."
Paan!
The gold ingot I threw flew slowly, emitting a loud wave and accelerating.
"Ugh."
The Black Society tried to receive the gold ingot with both hands in shock, but it howled back to see if it had any internal air. Other members of the Black Society were attached to assist the Black Society, and they barely flew a dozen chapters down. The Black Society Master, who had barely received the gold ingot, said with a lump of blood spilled from his mouth.
"You've got a lot of small talk going on."
I laughed bloody.
"You're too stubborn. Anyway, I need you to meet my requirements for that."
"Fine. With the influence of the Black Society, I will rid the White Swallow of flying flies. And in return, I'll take care of that Kyungsoo rat for once."
Kyungsoo was confused, and when I released the blood, he cried and worshiped me.
"Oh, thank you... thank you..."
The iron dog next to him said with a slight grimace.
"Isn't a small gold ingot a waste? I can't believe I gave that sapphire a gold ingot and went to the cancer pageant."
"That doesn't mean I have a dog to protect me from the open. I won't accept your help unless you help me."
"......"
Whether I was telling the truth or not, the Iron Dog avoided my gaze. He was also going to eat the gold ingots and pay for them. With one gold ingot, I thought that it would be bad for me to protect myself from the Black Society and all the Masters.
I muttered.
"I don't need a life."
"What?"
I didn't answer the Iron Dog's question separately.
'If you die, you die. I need to know what a rock show is first.'
Now is not the time to save my life. If you come back to life after you die, you have to scrape together a lot of information and experience while surrendering yourself to adventure. And if possible, I want to know information or weaknesses about this Madopalmoon Toma at the Cancer Walk Tournament. It would have also helped my revenge against Madopal.