Chapter 445

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They pride themselves on seeing rough things as a bandit, but it was clear that the scene that would soon unfold in front of them would be too horrible to see.

‘Is he dead?’

‘Tsk tsk, that’s why you shouldn’t scratch a person...….’

After a while, the bandits, who opened their eyes half-heartedly, glanced to check the results.

However, the appearance that unfolded after the dust was lifted and revealed was far from what they had expected.

"……Huh?"

"Wha- What's that...….”

The arm.

Bonchung’s arm, which had been violently thrust down, remained still in the air.

And under the arm, which was thicker than the waist of the average man, an arm that looked as thin as a card in comparison was stretched out.

All the bandits opened their eyes wide with their mouths wide open.

‘He blocked it?’

With that arm, that pillar-like arm?

It was an unbelievable sight. But how can they deny the obvious sight?

“… … Oh my gosh."

Bewilderment spread over Bonchung’s face, which was so intimidating..

"Thi- This....”

"Tsk."

Chung Myung, who casually blocked Bonchun's arm, clicked his tongue.

"Why are you making such a fuss.”

And he gently pushed that huge arm away.

Bonchung, which had been mesmerized for a while, was surprised by the wind and retreated.

He alternately looked at Chung Myung's slender arms and his own, which looked fine. He couldn't understand it even though he went through it himself.

'What the hell is this....’

He thought he had hit a lump of metal.

It was like a 10,000-year-old rock that he hit every time he trained. To feel that kind of intensity in that little hand, is that even a reasonable thing to say?

Whether or not he knew how Bonchung felt, Chung Myung simply rolled up both sleeves, cracking his head from side to side.

"Well, more than I thought...….”

“…….”

"You’re powerless."

The corners of Chung Myung's mouth went up. Indeed, it was a refreshing smile.

Im Sobyong, on the other hand, is genuinely perplexed.

He had always maintained a cheerful and sly attitude in most matters, but now he was speechless.

‘He blocked it?’

‘Bonchung’s attack? That easily?’

He doesn't know much about martial arts, but the second person in Nokrim in terms of natural prowess is Bonchun.

Even those with a higher martial art than Bonchung did not want to face his attack head-on.

Even if the tiger is stronger than the bull, it is the same reason that if the tiger is hit directly by the bull, it will be destroyed.

Chung Myung, who is barely big enough to be a fox, blocked the bull’s advance with his front paws.

"No……."

Of course, strength isn't everything.

Isn't the strength of a martial artist half from their physical strength and a half from their internal strength? No, maybe the internal strength takes up more than that in many cases.

But even considering all of that, it was an unusual sight.

Then, again, there was the whispering of Mount Hua's disciples.

"I knew it."

"Right."

Im Sobyong turned his head and asked.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing his perplexed face, Baek Chun smirked.

"I know it sounds weird, but he's the strongest guy in the entire Mount Hua.”

"It's not just strong."

"He doesn't make any sense."

“…….”

Im Sobyong blinked his eyes at the incredible words.

"With that body?"

"Oh, it may seem like that, but…….”

Baek Chun laughed bitterly.

In fact, it was hard to believe unless it was Mount Hua's disciples.

For those who don't know what the training was when Chung Myung first took hold of the third-class disciple.

"The delicate sword comes from a strong body."

"If the body can't stand it. How can a sword stand it?"

When they thought of Chung Myung's training, words that they heard so many times came out of their mouth.

Yoo Iseol recited quietly.

"… Bummer."

But what's really annoying is that Chung Myung did what he said most perfectly.

"Now we can't keep up with his training even if we pull all the metal balls in Mount Hua.”

"He adds iron and rock and plays with it like a pebble."

"…... we will never be running out of words when discussing him.”

Mount Hua's disciples sighed at the same time.

Im Sobyong alternately looked at them and Chung Myung with a look of bewilderment.

When Chung Myung rolled up his sleeves, his arm was revealed. Im Sobyong, who looked at it closely, exclaimed and groaned from his mouth.

His arms looked skinny at first glance, but the muscles that were exposed every time he moved seemed to be as hard as a lump of iron. He wondered how much training Chung Myung had to do to develop such muscles.

"On the other hand, here is a little bit."

"It's actually tofu meat, all of them."

Mount Hua's disciples shook their heads with disapproval.

"Because the bandits are so poor."

“Don’t you think they will fall over if you tap them, Sasuk?”

Bandits wearing Taoist mask were clicking their tongues while looking at real bandits. Im Sobyong  lost his words.

‘The more I know, the more I don't understand them.’

Before he knew it, his face was getting distorted little by little.

Even if he had no choice since he had such a body, he felt like his insides was scratched because the people below him were ignored cause of their bodies, not even considering their martial arts. Still, he has pride as a bandit.

‘Bonchul! What are you doing!’

Im Sobyong's eyes flashed as he looked at Bonchung.

"…you."

Cold sweat dripped down from Bonchung’s forehead.

He's been through sea and mountain wa.…. No, actually, he has rarely experienced war in the sea, but he has been through a lot of Mountain War (산전(山戰)).

It was a single exchange, but it was enough to understand the opponent's ability.

'Strong.'

It's not just a strong martial art.

That body itself is strong. This means that his physical strength does not lag behind him before adding internal strength.

He couldn't quite understand how this was possible.

"Tsk."

Chung Myung, with his tongue clicked, approached Bonchul.

Flinch.

Bonchung unwittingly stepped back at the sight.

Then, he quickly realized his ugliness and stood upright in surprise. In this place filled with the bandits of Daehochae, a man named Nokrim Ten Shadow was frightened... … . No, he couldn't show this embarrassment.

“… … this guy. A fortune may have prevented it once, but it won't happen twice!”

"Oh, really?"

Chung Myung smirked again this time. And then he stopped at once.

Then he said, stretching his hands out toward Bonchung.

“Then come and see. Without using useless miscellaneous techniques, we’ll just stick with our strength.”

Bonchung swallowed dry saliva while looking at Chung Myung's fern-like hands compared to his.

Competing with strength was usually his preferred method. Others who were watching also knew that.

Therefore, he could not show hesitation.

"I'll make you regret it!"

Bonchung, who shouted out loud as if to shake off miscellaneous thoughts, put his hand on Chung Myung's hand.

The big and small hands somehow interlocked fingers.

Strength and strength.

It was a battle between physical strength.

"That……."

The spectators were nervous, gasping for breath at this amazing sight.

And.

"Keuaahhhhh!"

Bonchung began to scream and weigh down on Chung Myung.

The veins wriggled like worms on his huge forearm. The thick veins stood out clearly on his forehead.

His face was red as if it would burst with blood, and his strong feet dug into the ground.

Anyone could see he was raising all the strength he had.

"Heuuuahhhh!"

The shape of Bonchung was similar to that of the Geumgang River. As he exerted his strength with his face dyed red, the viewers were all discouraged by the pressure.

But.

Uduk.

Ududududuk.

Chung Myung did not budge, even though the bone-twisting sound spread and Bonchung‘s feet were being pushed.

The appearance of Bonchung that seems to spit blood and the nonchalant Chung Myung created a strange contrast.

"Keueup! Keueup! Keuaaaaaa!”

Finally, Chung Myung's arm started to get pushed back little by little.

But that's it. The bent wrists did not bend anymore, and Chung Myung's body was not pushed out at all, even if it was nailed to the ground.

Then Chung Myung opened his mouth.

"Tsk tsk. I like your natural strength."

Bonchung opened his eyes wide.

It was hard for him to say proper words because he was using Body Weight Increasing Art (I know I have edited this before but I can’t find it.), but Chung Myung, who received all the power, was speaking calmly.

Moreover, there was no sign of exerting any force in his voice.

"What's the point of having good natural strength? You don't train, you drink, sleep, and rob money away, so you can’t make good use of that natural strength."

Listening to the harsh words, Baek Chun muttered in a muffled voice.

"He himself is drinking while snacking."

"…but he's still training."

"That's true."

Fortunately, their voices were not heard by Chung Myung.

Chung Myung's words then continued.

"That's not how you use power. The important thing is concentration, concentration! Then!"

Chung Myung's eyes lit up.

The clear internal strength of the Dantian quickly began to circulate in his body.

Uduk!

Udududuk!

Bonchung’s eyes trembled.

His arm, which had been pushed to the limit, returned to its original position in an instant. At the same time, a huge force that he had never experienced in his life was transmitted through his arm.

"Thi- This... How could this be...….”

"Euracha!"

Chung Myung, who stretched out his hand, began pressing down on Bonchung’s arms.

Kkudeududuk.

The twist sounded like squeezing water out of the laundry. Bonchung’s shoulder gradually went down.

"Kkeu……. Kkeueueuk!"

Bonchung resisted with bloodshot eyes, but Chung Myung's hands did not budge as if they were huge rocks.

Bonchung's body gradually collapsed as if it had been crushed by giant rock.

Whoosh!

His knee, which had barely endured, broke in an instant and hit the ground.

Kuung!

The same was true of the other knee.

Deudeuduk.

But even then, as if he was powerless, his knees that touched the ground gradually began to dig into the ground.

"Ugh……."

Chung Myung took a step forward and pressed down on Bonchung.

Bonchung’s body begins to lean back slowly. No matter how hard he try, he can't push Chung Myung away.

"H- How can thi- this.…. Ugh."

His back is twisted.

His arms and legs were opened arbitrarily and his body was crushed to the point where the back of his head touched the ground. The only one who came into Bonchung’s eyes was Chung Myung, who was pressing his hand down with a relaxed face.

Chung Myung smiled and clicked his tongue as if he didn't even use much power.

"Rattle?"

“…….”

"Oh my, you're weaker than a rattle.”

“…….”

‘He- He's holding a grudge.….’

Bonchung's face was distorted. But Chung Myung just chuckled.

"This is power, power. Euracha!"

Kwaaaang!

A huge storm of power raged, and dust scattered once again.

"Ugh!"

"Wha- What?"

A huge cloud of dust rose. The bandits couldn't breathe and waited for the dust to clear.

Soon the dust settled, and a figure was revealed.

"Tsk."

Chung Myung lightly brushed his hands and moved his steps.

All eyes were on him. Not exactly Chung Myung, but someone behind him.

“…….”

Bonchung.

He was on his knees, with the back of his head on the ground, foaming in his mouth. He seemed unconscious.

“…….”

It was truly a miserable sight. The bandits, stunned and speechless, stared alternately between Bonchung and Chung Myung. No matter how much they looked at it, the results didn't change.

Chung Myung looked around them once and rolled up the corners of his mouth in triumph.

"Anyone else?"

“…….”

"No?”

Chung Myung clicked his tongue.

"These yangban bandits are so weak! Mount Hua looks more like bandits! Mount Hua!" (Never though I will see the word bandit and yangban united.)

Baek Chun smiled happily as he saw the majestic Sajil.

'Chung Myung-ah. You're a Taoist.'

A Taoist shouldn't put pride in that. That...

He shook his head.

In any case.

It was the moment when Mount Hua Divine Dragon Chung Myung took full control of Daehochae without wielding a sword.

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