Amcheon Township
In the face of the headscarf, I felt much less nervous than before. Formerly lacking in skills, Jeguk's shamanism and alcoholism continued to make a deep discoloration, but now it is different. I think I can win enough because I have accumulated my skills more than ten times in my previous life than at that time.
'He is learning the art of ultra-pretty and top-notch arts.'
A supergenius who accomplished his mastery in both public and alcoholic ways at a young age, even though a normal human being has spent his entire life working in a single area! That is why the Jegul was revered and called the Central Plaza, and it was clearly the best review index in the Central Plains. It would have been a trivial struggle if I had stood up to him. It is absurd even if he has a criminal qualification for the brain kidney.
But I already know his weaknesses. I smiled and pointed my sword at him.
"Should I concede the preliminary? Or should I go first?"
"Hmph!"
After making a somewhat sharp face, he cast a pentatomy on his fingertips and floated it in the air. The elements of the five attributes huddled together in the shape of a sphere, which flew to me at such a rapid rate.
Tatattan!
"Small but fierce power..."
I used my sword to strike a pentathmetic attack, but my fingertips feel heavy. Unlike the small size of a finger, each one of the pentathmetics was condensed with a natural guardian that could instantly kill a human.
Wheelic
I thought he might make a series of strikes, but soon after, the Scarecrow moves away from the intestine using an axillary technique. He opened about thirty chapters of the distance from me immediately, so clearly he was aware of the approaching war with me. At the same time, he creates an adrenal gland around his body and starts defending himself.
'Huh-huh... I see.'
Normally, I would be appalled and amazed at the skill level of using medium-scale techniques as a zebra, but I'm not that low anymore. Having noticed the peculiar weaknesses hidden behind the colourful technique of the seagull, I told the seagull without losing my breath.
"What, you don't want to fight me with nothing?"
"Phew! This is a duel you can't lose. What are you risking your life for? You will eventually be fooled by my tricks and defeated."
The seagull who said that was still preparing the technique in a no-man 's-land. Soon, he seemed to be preparing for a fancy drinking ceremony.
"Hmm..."
I blurred my horse's tail, triggered a star-spangled concussion, and I blasted the apocalypse into the front of the ribcage.
Benda!
"......!!"
The seagull only seemed to have responded to my attack when his seal was cut in half by my sword and then lived. My momentum was so fast that even the most skilled man in Kangho noticed it too late.
He evidently reacted to my attacks, expressing a frightening expression and quickly operating self-defense.
The Surachon Cloudbook Act!
He's also a supernatural master, so he's used to the toughness, so my surprise didn't have much effect, so I had to step back for a while. As soon as I was in a position to protect the upper half of the Jegal, I straightened up my sword and stabbed him in the eye.
Fujiang54523;
Kwakwang!!
"Grrrgh!"
Even though he stabbed the place where the defenses were strong, he screamed and flew back with blood on his hands and wrists. He must have raised his inner aerobics to the extreme, but he didn't stop my simple stabbing once.
It was not a very great herb, and it was just a basic stabbing of the cerebral kidneys, but I couldn't stop it.
Apparently, I'm a little more skilled than him.
I laughed coldly and died to the Chamberlain.
"Just as good as the elders of the Libyan military."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm sorry, but that's it. Take it!"
Suddenly, my sword was blazing fiercely, and soon I was filled with the energy of lightning, and my prayers were precious. I aimed the sword at him, bringing his concentration to its fullest.
Lightning
The same ambush won't work on him. I came up with an immortal hybrid sword technique that I've learned so far with my sword raised to its peak in attack power. Dongbin's archetype of retarded sword will be fine, but he understands more about immortal hybridization.
Fishsword!
Pavabat
A condensed cerebral sword that left my hand rushed into the ribcage at an incredible speed, according to the tomography of the Immortal Fisher's Blade. It was only a few times faster than before, so this time I thought the gills would snap, but this time he spread his defensive technique to block my armor.
Keying
"Khh... ugh..."
However, even with the defensive barrier made by expanding the adrenal glands, the marbles sweat on the forehead of the ribs like there is a limit to stopping the breakthrough of the armor. I took control of its power as if it were an explosive force pulling both hands full of internal air while blocking the blade.
"Haab."
Kugugu District
As the strength that was typed into my arms rose like a flame and became like the arms of a giant, the ribs became pale faces. He screams.
"No way!! While using a fishing sword, other skills..."
The reason he was so frightened was because of internal depletion. Since the skill reached the limit of martial arts with just one sword, it consumed tremendous stamina and inner air, the average swordsman couldn't do anything else while controlling the sword. If you try to do something else while controlling the fish sword like me, the internal air disappears too quickly, eventually your veins and blood vessels will wither.
But - I'm not. I have already achieved a transcendent internal aircraft that will surpass the summoning of the Mage in the short-term. I can feel the air rushing out at an incredible speed, but I feel like I can handle it.
I shouted, shining an eyelight.
"Eat this!"
Encephalocele
Neuroscience
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cerebral thunderbolt
Heave-ho!!
The moment I swing my brainstem arm at him with a thunderstorm, the gall gives up its defenses and tries to teleport away. At the same time, however, the fisherman pierces his specimen, and the strength of the thunderbolt grazes his flank.
Furrbuck
"Ahhhh."
With a powerful explosion, his flank fries blood as if it were firecrackers. The seagull seems to have been injured, screaming frantically. Only if he failed to finish the job, his blood remained in the intestine, but he ran even further away.
I whispered as I flew into the air to retrieve the sword that had returned to my hand.
"I'll use that."
His strategy is roughly predictable. On the other hand, I felt like I was about to make a camp with hundreds of amulets floating around my gut after a while. I was guessing what his last move was when he was pushed to the limit.
Marriage Discipline!
If a huge number of amulets surround me, each one of them will be a processing adrenal glamour that unleashes the power of a single soul! According to the telegram, the disconnect is one of the ultimate amulets, and physical self-defense is almost inescapable once the marriages' power is maximized. Moreover, even if you escape from immediate death, you will feel a tremendous mental exhaustion just by touching the amulet.
Before, I just ran away because I couldn't deal with the bride. Originally, it would take considerable alcoholic strength to develop a divorce, so you could wait for the depletion of the ribs, but the bobbing that the ribs had was a backorder that recharged unlimited alcoholic power. It was a catastrophe to deploy the divorce part and equip the backorder.
But I was expecting this.
Okay...
Pavat!
I once again tried my best to develop a new law and avoided the scope of adrenalism with the annihilation report. Then, somewhere in the space, a bewildering cry rang out.
No?!]
In the blink of an eye, as I move about a hundred chapters of the apocalypse, a large flash of the bridegroom flashes out from behind my back. I stuttered to see if I'd been injured by the bride's adrenal gland, but I didn't seem to touch it. I laughed.
"Hehe. I guess it's hard to guess since I have to use it in a certain range."
However, if anyone does not have the new law as fast as I am now, he cannot escape the frustration like me. The range of the marriages was unpredictable due to the lack of change, the range of triggers was instantaneous, and the minimum range was well over fifty chapters, making it impossible to escape by a vague new method.
But for me right now, it's just an avoidable offensive technique. Because I can move more than fifty chapters lightly in a moment.
I was excited and started casting Bigi straight away.
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Papa Papa Pot
I still can't use it as familiar as the polar arc, but I've received all the stories and textures. When I created the self-immolation of light using the Book of Immortality and freed up the space, the book of titles was in a state of confusion without knowing where to install the bride parts.
I stopped while practicing the light and said to the tetrarch.
"Is that the end of believing? It's hard to get hit even if you want to."
I scoffed at him, and he appeared about a dozen pages away from me. Of course, he was wary of my maneuvers, so I could naturally predict that it was self-immolation. The seagull looked at me with a puzzling look.
"Who the hell are you? I've never heard of a seasoned master like you. No one I know is stronger than you."
"You want to know who I am?"
The seagull nods loudly, and I clasp my arms.
"I am the Sovereign Monk!!"
Then the man opened his eyes.
"Wha...! I don't think so. Weren't the Liberians named Solange Mountain?"
"Hmm…"
I stroked his chin to make fun of him, but his complexion soon turned pale.
"Did you use the pseudonym Hung Woong...? Why are you doing this to me?"
Oh, yeah?
Somehow he was rebellious against my words. I tried to mock him with some nonsense, but I suddenly believed him. I didn't quite understand why he believed my nonsense, but I tilted my head back.
"Isn't it disturbing the whole world by attempting human sacrifice in the imperial palace? And your father, Jegalyu-ryong, dares to join forces with the kingdom of heaven. If we let that happen, there's going to be a great disaster in the human world, and we want to stop it before then."
"......!!"
The seagull looked at me with a parched complexion and bit his lips.
"Incredible... the Sovereign Church, the most lowly of all... Do you know everything?" "
"Well, yeah."
"If I wasn't a Vailian monk, I wouldn't be able to conquer me so freely..."
I snorted because I was overwhelmed.
"Ha! Really?"
I was crazy about the ribs' confidence. He saw that I was a monk, and he's mistaken me for a monk. The rationale was that he wouldn't be so easily swallowed up if he wasn't a Sovereign Church opponent.
However, I have traveled around the world like my home and experienced the power of the Old File Room, the Silversmith of the Quadrilateral, all kinds of superpowers of the Hungarian Quartet, the Homo Lion, the Hungarian Catholic Church, the Twelve Commandments, the Miyamoto Musashi, etc.
In my experience, the skill of the Chamberlain was not that great. At best, it's the elder of the four-man goddess. Even compared to the elders of the Senate. Even the strongest of the hidden Muslims will never enter the 30th place.
Also, the shortcomings of the ribs were there.
'I know both the art and the arts, but I'm playing separately. One strength is never as strong as the other.'
My confidence in the challenge to the Chamberlain was clear about his weaknesses. Although mastering both the art and the arts to the pinnacle seems immense, those who have mastered one hardship do not reach their toes. If the Sovereign Bishop or Miyamoto Musashi were here, he would have cut his throat within 10 seconds.
Moreover, he did not have a particularly great advantage over those who had reached the edge of the supernatural. Ultimately, the strategy of the Jeguk Ministry repels approaching enemies with its own method of circumcision, and its focus is on glamour and dishonor. I can only use self-defense with no balls, and unless I can help him with his drinking skills, his ability to fight true masters is merely an ornament.
Perhaps he had such contradictions and disadvantages because he didn't feel the need to be stronger. I already have absolute power in the imperial palace, and have wealth, honour, power, handsome looks, etc., and I was not very adequate with my best drinking skills. In the beginning, there was very little that could be fought by the inner tramp. Wouldn't it be unnecessary training and training to fight against more than equal forces in such a situation? He didn't even think a duel like this would happen.
It's a different path from mine. I've always looked up and raced the Sura's path to win against someone stronger than me, but he didn't finish faster with genius. If the skills of alcoholism and aerospace combined to create a new path, he could have conquered or surpassed the boundary, but he didn't try so hard.
But I knew all those things and I didn't say them. Instead, I smiled coldly and said to the tetrarch.
"I could take care of you."
Then the seagull firmly said.
"Tell me."
"Did you thank Jegalyu-ryong for your training?"
"......"
He hesitated for a moment and said.
"I don't know how I know my shaman's name... but this is the crown prince of the imperial court. Your father didn't know much about the Surashon Clown Act."
Are you in a position to tell me the truth?
In fact, the information about the Surachon Clown Act used to be tortured and told when Jegalsa arrested and imprisoned the Chamberlain. Now I'm just asking what he really knows to answer my questions. I said it quietly.
"I heard that the sword by Jegal Yu-rong is the greatest martyrdom in the world. Do you know the source of the Martial Arts?"
"The Civil Sword Act. The sword..."
The ribs open their lips as if they were about to say something. I suddenly realized that the silence was strangely long.
Pa!
The figure disappears suddenly, and a myriad of surprises strike me. Adrenalism and all sorts of other tricks, including myopia, flew away. When I fled the scene in a frenzy, I was overwhelmed, but the gallows disappeared again.
He pretended to talk to me as if he hadn't lost his will yet. I avoided it because my reaction rate was fast, but I could have been in trouble if I'd hesitated a little more. I thought I knew the strategy of the Chamberlain.
'Hiding myself in space to take away my powers.'
It was reasonable. There was nothing I could do if the Gale had just sneaked up on me hiding in secret. It wasn't that I couldn't find it, but I had to concentrate quite a bit to find a hiding place. After losing my strength and strength, he seemed determined to win a long time ago.
Well, then I have no choice.
I have no choice but to follow his lead!
It was about thirteen days and nights after that.
Kuang
"Cough... Cough..."
I threw up by blowing my fist in the tits of the ribs. He was already so damaged that he couldn't even cause self-defense. Even though it was not a fist with internal air, he vomited frantically.
The seagull falls to the ground, groaning with his eyes wide open.
"Ugh... monsters... how... for thirteen weeks... they have not eaten, slept, rested... and have been avoiding my attacks... What is their internal strength..."
I grabbed his hair and laughed.
"I am confident in my physical strength!"
I did.
He wanted to take a big punch and win when my concentration and stamina were low, but I was already used to working like crazy, neither eating nor sleeping. That's why, after avoiding his attack for thirteen weeks, he kept chasing him until he could not rest, and his strength and strength ran out first. He was stubborn and quite fit, but nothing compared to me.
Quang Quang
I was angry and crushed on the ground to bleed the head of the ribs. When he was completely confused, I shouted into the air.
"Prophets, I've won!"
Shushun
After a while, this duel space disappeared and the ambassador of Astana appeared. And the prophet looked back at me and said,
[Remarkable stamina... well... given the immense power reserved only for humans...]
"This is my slave now, isn't it?]
[Um... no.]
"What?!"
What the hell is he talking about?
After playing hide-and-seek for thirteen days and thirteen nights, I was anxious to confront the prophet.
After a while, the prophet slowly reached out to me with a tentacle that looked like a hand.
[Fee...]
"......"
I was absurd, but I had no strength to judge because I was already consumed quite a bit of stamina by my difficulties with the seagull. I had no choice but to take a few more roots and give them to the prophet, and he spoke with satisfaction.
[The Hundred Wolves have won the duel. I acknowledge in the name of the Mado King that the tetrarch has now been enslaved by the Hung Dynasty all his life... and that this great contract will be notarized in the name of my authority... and in the name of my subordinates and all my influential tribes... and that if the tetrarch tries to flee or rebel, he will do everything in his power to help the recovery and subjugation of slavery.]
"Oh yes..."
It was a plausible declaration, but I was already busy tearing apart everything the prophet had to offer. I never even thanked you. I will tear that damn prophet's tentacle apart one day.
Instead, I stared at the saggy rib with poisonous eyes, wrapped around my neck.
We must... recover the principal! '
I'll roll as hard as he does!