The Myeong-ryong demands that you use the hex sword until your inner circle falls!
Of course, it was a practice I hadn't even thought of yet, so I felt ridiculous.
"Why would I do that?"
In my question, the famous dragon glanced at me and said.
"What kind of traits do you think your workmen have now?"
"It's based on cerebral aneurysm, mixed with pagan theft..."
"No. I see three or four more of them mixed together. There's a lot of dizziness in it, and sometimes I use other invincible tendencies. Am I wrong?"
"......"
"Disgusting. It would be hard for you to say you're either anamfatha or pagan mastermind." "
When I listened to him, I felt embarrassed. After all, I have raised the weightlessness to combine the secret of Wong Bin's blunt sword, and I have mixed many of the techniques of spear and whistling into the sword. The great dragon spoke.
"Of course, there's no big problem, but your masonry takes more roots together than riding on a single strand. Can you accurately divide cerebral aneurysm and pagan dissection from your shamanism? Do you know each and every one of them?"
"... No."
"If you're talented, it doesn't matter. However, as talent lags behind, this feature is now a disadvantage and entangles your achievements."
Myeong-ryong said.
"It's not because you don't understand the sword at all. You can't clearly distinguish the difference between Qi and Qi because crowded voidless memories disperse your realization. A chaotic Martial Arts network stands in the way of a huge step."
"So what do we do?"
"Didn't I just say that? Expand the Six Swords."
His eyes gleam with a thin glow.
"The first thing you've learned since you were born is a hex sword! Even inner airborne airborne bodies must be reminisced from exhausted ecstasy to get rid of misconceptions and obtain righteousness. The simplest thing is the hex sword, so it's perfect for this extreme training."
"......"
"You will be able to understand the sword when you lose your mind, forget your manners, and focus only on one will."
I see the theory.
And from the experience of martial arts, we could see that there was a very reasonable and persuasive theory of the famous dragon.
'Th-that's scary.'
But I felt and trembled at how harsh the training process would be.
What is hell training?
Humans literally feel the pain of going to hell, so it's a hell training. Ordinary people often die training in hell.
I once had a month of hell training with the sword, and I woke up sick and fainted and shed tears for dizziness and headaches. Even martial artists were so miserable that they left school after three or four days. You need to wake up to die again with your strength exhausted and your muscles slackened.
Are you saying that you have to go through that process to the extent that you don't know when it's going to happen?
When the air is completely depleted, it is easier to lose weight, and eventually you have to face the overwhelming fatigue and suffering with only evil left. At that time, the dreadful affliction was unacceptable. You don't understand unless you hear the screaming screams that the whole body muscle has to rest like death right now.
Myeong-ryong smiles.
"Don't blame me. The sword is originally acquired by making conscious realizations gradually apply, not by learning it this way. However, for you to lack misanthropy, you will have to use special therapy. You will have to take it."
"... is there really no other way?"
"I don't know. Maybe a hundred years, I'll just swing my knife unconsciously. If that's what you want."
You can't just swing a knife for 100 years. I eventually gripped it and replied.
"I'll do it."
The excuses of death - they don't work now. I'd rather die peacefully than training in hell. But there was a reason to gain power while enduring more pain than death, so I decided to challenge.
Then, after receiving the transfer of the oyster sword, the day went to Myeong-ryong to undergo intensive hell training.
On the first day, I had a nosebleed.
"Ugh."
"Why? You didn't think a hexagonal method would consume the internal air?"
The Myeong-ryong who was watching next to me died.
"You know better than that, right?"
It was as the great dragon said. If I just flew it with my normal energy, my strength and inner air would be full all the way through the process of beating the hex sword, but now I am rapidly consuming my inner air with a sudden burst of lightning and breathes a tremendous amount of inner air into one simple herb of the hex sword. If we train like this, we will have less than half a look, so both our physical strength and internal strength will be equal.
Myeong-ryong said, as I wiped my nose while I sat down and deflected.
"Recovering on your own will take time, so let me help you."
Paaaaaaaah!
"......!!"
I felt the air freeze at a tremendous rate as the mystical dragon approached me and put his hands on my shoulders and breathed energy into me immediately. Surprised to turn to him, Myeong-ryong smiles bloody.
"The work of a shaman's vision of weightlessness." It promotes recovery. "
"This... this."
I forgot what to say.
Incredible chances!
Even though my internal air is massive and my self-healing speed is fast, the stimulus of weighted pneumatics was unimaginable. I felt more than half of my entire inner air rise because I was not half angled.
I was instantly frightened.
"What? Even the true culprit of the Celestial Heights was able to graft it into a neonatal anomaly and make it a centurion. You mean there was a better innate being in the sect than the Celestial Heights?" '
Ji Jong Hyeong-goon!
In terms of the destructive power of the dots, it may have been a little bit searched for other internal airspace in the world, but it was the Wudang's internal aircraft that had the potential for such a phenomenon, application, and development. It was never an exaggeration to say that the law of the inner-peace of the pagan sects was subdued.
I was able to stand up again after about a period. Myeong-ryong folded his arms and looked at me.
"Come to your senses. We haven't even started yet."
"Yes."
"You think too much about variables when you open every herb. It is influenced by years of training, and the idea is applied to herbs as it is, so it spreads quickly. And since it's the way to move Qi, not the way to think about it, it's far from the achievement of the sword."
He raises a finger.
"One! Think of only one thing with a simple hex sword. He's putting his virtues in the Sword!"
"Yes!"
Embrace your will at the end of the sword!
Embrace your will at the end of the sword!
I was screaming my heart out, and I was obsessed with the hex sword.
Suddenly, I remembered.
"This hex will die, but it will never depart from me. '
Do you have any idea what it would take to train a man to kill a man? I was so sick of her. But I had no choice but to make it stronger. It was a sword that had been attached to the body for almost half a century, so it was traditionally unfolded in ecstasy.
After training from the Myeong-ryong, I went back to the gumma to learn the essence of the oyster sword. She looked at me, her whole body sweating and messed up.
"There's a stream nearby, so take a bath."
"I'm sorry."
When I washed and came back, she said,
"I didn't expect it to be this harsh... but I'll have to reschedule."
"Yes?"
"Rest for the day. And start training with the great dragon tomorrow."
"......!!"
She shakes her head.
"Giving away the swordsmanship's tricks won't do you any good."
The sword's words made sense.
But I felt my bones hurt.
"Are you learning the tricks of a real oyster sword late because you don't know when to accomplish it?" '
I feel like I'm losing a lot.
When I made a grumpy look on her face, she smiled emptyly.
"Let me tell you a story that seems to be exhausting. Do you know how much advantage a man with a sword has over a man who does not?"
"I'm not sure..."
The vigilante masters I met were all the strong men I could deal with. That's why I couldn't even compare the power of strength. Not knowing what the strength was also contributed to that ignorance.
She said.
"From the moment you can use your strength, you can see how much more aggressive you are in the first place."
"Hmmm..."
"By the way, strength is also based on willpower. It's just a monumental feast that is very efficient and compliant with performance."
I suddenly thought about it and said,
"If the Sword is a kind of Feast of Determination, why am I able to achieve it by gathering extreme internal forces?"
She shrugs.
"Think easy. If you use the will to form a steel, you gain 100 from the effort of 1, but if you use the inner air to form it, you gain 100 from the effort of 100. It's just a matter of efficiency."
"......"
"There may be deviations, of course, depending on the aerial and internal qualities you have learned..."
The black horse said, leaving a lot of luck.
"One thing's for sure, if you're going to beat Yingwang, you must learn the Sword."
He's got my psychology. I was positive without hiding.
"I suppose so."
"Lee Kwang was more than just creating momentum out of a spear. He was like a master at casting artificial reality freely in the Memorial Feast, the Special Forces, and even the Office of the Interior. I also won't be able to hide my victory if I fight him."
My face became heavy.
She doesn't need to tell me that. If you look at it for decades, you will know it even if you dislike it. There were few masters who could overcome Lee Gwang, even in the Great Sea.
Even my masterless maneuver is lightly beaten, but I don't know if I'll be able to get more than a hundred seconds of Lee's sincere attack. He hides himself as an irrelevant irrigator, but it was Lee Gwang-ju who came to the underworld.
'But I will beat him. I'll make sure... you get your ass kicked.'
That's how you survive hell training. It is because they believe that one day they can reach their goal by taking a hard and insignificant step.
At least I have to be able to counter the Brainiac Island with my sword! Otherwise, the battle against Lee Kwang itself cannot be established. As the corners of my eyes crossed, she said.
"Come to me."
He laughed.
"This too shall pass!"
This will pass, too.
I felt a little relieved by the words of the gumma. No matter how much pain and despair there is, it is only a passage through the great flow of life. It was a word that gave me more hope than anyone else. I even thought it might be a passage for a former student.
And from the next day, I continued to spread the hex sword over and over again, repeating the dough.
"Ahhhh!!"
I fell exhausted after the fiftieth time of the Six Bleeding Ceremony. My tears ran out and my body was wrapped around my tongue. My body was already calling me limitless.
"This is crazy!! '
It seemed like a humble number compared to the previous 100,000 cuts, but in other words, it meant that I consumed all my internal air and health 50 times. No uninhabited person in the world will consume and recover like this in a single day.
And this processable recovery was possible thanks to the weighted mystical dragon. Myeong-ryong smiled, who restored my health and innards with a heavy worker.
"Have you ever heard of a phenomenon called hyper-recovery?"
"......"
When I lay on the ground and couldn't answer my question, the famous dragon spoke.
"As you know, muscles become stronger when they recover from extreme mortality. I personally call this super-recovery. You know this applies not only to muscles, but also to your overall fitness."
"......."
I don't have the strength to answer.
"Of course, it doesn't apply to you, the master of internal affairs. It helps protect your body by instinctively moving your internal air before your muscles get to their limit. But I think this restoration will also apply to abstract martial arts experiences."
"What... sound..."
"The hypothesis is that if you continue to spend everything to the limit and cling to your life for a short time, it will increase freedoms regardless of talent or five talents. Because your body's defensive instincts continue to stimulate your struggle!"
At that moment, I was amazed.
Did you really believe that one hypothesis and throw me into an endless hell of consumption? If I fail, my body will taste like shit, or I could actually die in the process. It was unbelievable, even if I was confident enough to recover myself as a weightlifter.
The mystic dragon smiles even more sinisterly.
"Fifty times now."
I barely lifted my neck and said,
"W-what are you... trying to get me to do this crazy thing..."
My voice trembles even when I'm ready.
The fatigue that has been spilled so far is equivalent to the fatigue experienced during the first crossing to the North Pole. In other words, I would rather run to the North Pole than practice this hell training. Myeong-ryong said, as I mumbled in horror.
"Well... I don't know. But even if you die a thousand times, what will happen? How are we supposed to do that?"
"......!!"
I had suffered many deaths, but I couldn't help but feel a chill in my spine.
"Here we go!"
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