Volcanic Spirit

One. Regression. That's the best! (2)

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a glass sword review

As a disciple of Volcanic Wave, he is attending the annual memorial service.

It is worth smiling at the young children as they are performing their basic martial arts of the volcano.

One, he frowned as much as he could, and expressed his discomfort.

"Chem."

"Are you uncomfortable, Brother-in-law?"

asked the suprapartisan, wary of the situation.

Yu Geon-pyeong is one of the most difficult disciples in the country. His military service is also a military achievement, but many people were uncomfortable because he treated people by his own standards.

In a word, arrogant, eccentric.

"A year."

"What?"

"It's already been a year since I made the initial angle. But looking at them hasn't changed much."

The Chodo-gakju smiled bitterly.

It was many years ago that a disciple who might be listed on a volcanic wave came in. Therefore, it is the first-degree angle that was made to find the original materials.

'You don't approve of the decline of the Bonn faction.'

The suprapartheater regrouped his voice.

"The death penalty."

There are many people who disapprove of the Chodo-gak in the main mountain.

They would not have liked the volcano, the center of the old school and the symbol of the famous gate, to open its doors and accept anyone like the author's indifference.

But the reality was cold.

There were not many materials that would come to the volcano, which has only a shell of a prestigious name.

The suprapartheater gently added the words.

"Can you fill your first drink? Those kids will be the same team when they graduate."

"Will it ever be? There are two ways to win that bimoo. Having mastered home appliances, or having a lot of money at home. The starting line is already different from the losing ones."

The suprapartheater gave out an exclamation.

The reason for Yoo's opposition was understandable.

"Can everything be perfect from the start? We can't help but publicize the existence of the initial angle. If it's still widely known, you'll definitely have a disciple who stands out."

"Hoo, when will such a child appear?"

The two men had different ideas.

But only one thing agreed.

This time, there is no wind tunnel that can cause severe volcanic waves.

"In the next rider, fix this first. We have to make it clear to the officials that we ban the use of home appliances."

"Hmm, I think the small and medium-sized factions will protest,····.""

Yoo Geon-pyeong pointed his finger at the rain stage, which happened just in time.

"Look at the secret dance unfolding now."

The eyes of the ultraconservative followed the fingertips of Yu Geon-pyeong.

On one side, he was the first to learn basic martial arts of volcanic waves, and on the other, he was the master of the mid-sized defense called Wonyeong Inspection.

"It's an egg-rock fight. Now! Who will win?"

“······.”

Yu Geon-pyeong continued his talk with a great spirit.

"If you become a disciple of the volcano, you will have to start anew with the blankness of the volcano. If that's the case, learning home appliance martial arts will backfire, or it's unnecessary, ."."···."."."

"What kind of harmony is that?"

The blurring of the horse's tail and the murmur of his voice burst at the same time.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

The eggs were beating against the rocks.

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From now on, delicate coordination was needed.

As Won Ji-hwi said, it doesn't make sense to finish in one shot.

It's not funny! It's unfair! It's too bad!

Lee Hwon gasped for breath.

It was an exaggerated act to hide the joy, but it worked well enough for Won. Lee Hwon was hit by an unexpected blow, but he thought there was no follow-up hit.

"Yes, you shallow bastard! I got lucky. Uhh!"

Won Ji-hwi rushed back with his teeth showing.

There was no way he could have been able to adjust the order of the herbivores.

One after another, the basic work that I learned from the Wonyeong inspection was unfolded in succession after another.

'A shot here.'

I put another shot in the area I hit.

The rib would have cracked like a spider web.

Puck!

Lee Hwon leaned his upper body obliquely, and Won Won-hwi was disgusted by the fist he put in.

"Ahhhh!"

Inside, they will be taking a test to get beaten.

Lee Hwon has no intention of getting a hit.

You might faint if you miss something.

Puck! Puck! Puck!

He used his fists, kicked, pretended to hit, and drained his strength.

"Come on! Get hit! You son of a gun!"

I guess that's what it meant when you said you lit your eyes.

Won-hwi went wild like a madman.

There's a saying.

A club is a medicine to a madman.

Lee Hwon constantly hit him with twenty years of resentment.

Bugak!

Won-hwi was beaten with his right arm, shivering.

When the convulsions that started from the arms spread to the hands, the wooden sword rolled over the stage with a rattling sound.

Lee Hwon controlled his breathing by looking at Won-hwi, who was drooling and stumbling.

'I'm starting to get limited, too.'

Untrained fists were bloodstained, and their limbs were as heavy as a sandbags.

So I approached him with all my might to finish.

Won Won-hwi pushed his knees with his feet before he collapsed. Then he had to get up like a pushover. Since then, he has approached face-to-face and lowered his posture. Then he threw himself as if he were jumping and raised his stomach. The lower part of the palm of the hand, the janggeun, added a lack of strength like the elbow or knee.

Phew!

His body broke like a sickle.

He elbowed his exposed back, snatched the crooked back neck and struck the lower abdomen one more time with his knee.

"Wow wow!"

From the mouth of Won Ji-hwi, the yellow earthenware soared like a fountain.

And I bumped my face into the vomit that I made.

'Perfect!'

It is the lowest punishment ever imagined in the last twenty years. Unlike her previous life, her limbs were going to be fine, so the pleasure was the best.

Now! It's time to wrap up.

Lee Hwon started punching after getting on the body of Won-hwi of Neulunjin.

"Yes! Why! Senator! Send me! Me! Kill him twice!"

Puck! Puck! Puck! Puck!

Like a dogfight with a low profile that doesn't go well with a prestigious family.

as if one were dealing with personal enmity

I beat the beat and put my fist into his face.

Won-hwi struggled with pain.

'Now!'

Lee Hwon raised his knees when he was slightly up.

And I used the force coming down to hit his knee.

Quasik!

I got a feeling. I got a signal.

Like Lee Hwon in his previous life, I felt his knee broken. And he quickly scratched his muscle with a piece of stone he had picked up beforehand.

Argh!

A smile was built around my mouth when I saw blood flow through my clothes. At this rate, it would seem like a bad wound during a dog fight.

Let's not laugh. Don't laugh.

It was time to manage my facial expressions.

'You have to concentrate until you do post-mortem!'

Either way, revenge will stop here.

From now on, it was time to reap the benefits of the return.

Lee Hwon belatedly checked the distance from the running owners.

"Stop!"

"That madman!"

with their cries at the back of their ears, and with their elbows aimed at the philtrum of the cost-hwi. Just in time, the political official put his arm under his arm and separated it from Won Won Won-hwi.

"No! You can't kill!"

I didn't even intend to hit him in the first place.

If you don't hit it well, you'll die.

I didn't want to end my life here with him.

Jin Mu-gwanju gnawed his teeth at Won Won-hwi, who had become hard to recognize his face.

"It's Ga-hwi. Ga-hwi! You bastard. Wake up! Lee Hwon! Do you think you'll get away with that? I will surely punish you and make you regret what happened today!"

But Lee Hwon spat and shouted, "Like a person who only sees Won-hwi."

"Yap! You bastard. The next time you flutter your eyes, I'll let you never catch a sword!"

It's a line that I've always wanted to do.

Twenty years of old congestion seemed to go down at once.

"What? There's nothing he can't say!"

Jin Mu-ju turned on the light in his eyes and ran to Lee Hwon's name in one month.

Puck!

The sight becomes blurred at the same time as the nausea rises.

Hana Lee Hwon secretly raised her lip when she saw Yoo Geon-pyeong and Cho Do-gakju coming down from the podium.

So far, it's going exactly the same way as before.

Only the assailant and the victim have changed.

'Come on! It's your turn now. Just do what you did.'

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun