Oh Won-hoo’s eyes shook.
The figure of Pyo-wol was suddenly formed on his retina.
Pyo-wol appeared suddenly without any sign. Oh Won-hoo was a well-known master in Sichuan. But such a master could not sense the movement of Pyo-wol at all.
The opponent in front of him was more stronger than he expected.
Pyo-wol asked again.
“Stop what?”
“Isn’t that enough? They must be reflecting too.”
“Who decides that?”
“Huh?”
“Who decides that enough is enough?”
“That…”
“This is a matter between me and them, but why are you saying that it’s enough? This matter can only end when I think it’s good enough.”
“Well, there is a line in everything. I just wanted you to keep that boundary.”
“Line?”
“There is a line of common sense, a line of discipline, and there are lines that need to be drawn somehow.”
“But why didn’t you keep that line?”
In an instant, Oh Won-hoo’s eyes turned to Gong Jin-Hyeok.
He stepped up because of his personal friendship with them, but he really didn’t really expect that Pyo-wol would be such a non-communicative person.
He regretted going out of his own way. But now he couldn’t withdraw his remarks.Because everyone in the guest house was looking at them.
In Jianghu, face1 was more important than anything else.
The reason that he was able to receive treatment and work until now was because he had never suffered any loss of his face.
‘Shit!’
In his mind, he wanted to pull out his sword and hit Pyo-wol’s neck right away. But his opponent’s inaction didn’t seem so accommodating.
The leader of the Gujin Pyoguk was also a master with excellent martial arts skills. But those people were immediately suppressed using chopsticks thrown by their opponent, and now they were still groaning in pain.
It was true that Oh Won-hoo’s martial arts were superior to those of the Gujin Pyo-guk, but it was not enough to subdue all of the members in an instant.
Pyo-wol asked again.
“Why don’t you keep the line?”
“That…”
His fate will depend on what kind of answer he gives here.
A light of conflict appeared on Oh Won-hoo’s face.
An arc was drawn on Pyo-wol’s lips. The moment Pyo-wol’s white teeth were exposed through his red lips, Oh Won-hoo felt a threatening feeling.
He had the illusion that the chopsticks in Pyo-wol’s hand would pierce his head at any moment.
“Hiic! Don’t look at me like that.”
Oh Won-hoo suddenly drew his sword and tried to swing it.
Shiik!
Before his sword could even be pulled out, it was already blocked by Pyo-wol.
All human body parts are connected as one. While it might seem that the hands and feet are acting independently, but in reality, both can move organically if the two show cooperation.
With the slight trembling around Oh Won-hoo’s eyes and the spasm of his shoulder muscles, Pyo-wol was able to predict Oh Won-hoo’s next action.
Above all, Pyo-wol was able to roughly grasp his intentions through his opponent’s eyes.
Pyo-wol called this ability of his own fine sense.2
During his time in the dark, his fine senses developed terribly.
His pair of eyes might be looking at the Oh Won-hoo who’s right in front of him, but his other senses were still spread out enough to sense even the breath of every single person in the room.
“Heuk!”
Oh Won-hoo raised his internal energy to pull out the sword.
Tuk!
At that moment, Pyo-wol’s finger touched his elbow.
“Kerheuck!”
Suddenly Oh Won-hoo let out a scream. His arms were bent to the opposite side. Pyo-wol’s simple hand movements destroyed his elbow joint.
People nearby widened their eyes. They could not comprehend the situation that was right before their eyes.
Oh Won-hoo was a master who could protect his body with his internal strength. But he couldn’t believe that his elbow had been destroyed by just a simple touch of Pyo-wol.
What was happening right before his eyes was completely beyond his common sense.
But it was no coincidence.
It was the product of the bloody hard work of Pyo-wol.
Trapped alone in the dark, Pyo-wol wondered how to effectively neutralize or destroy humans.
He thought and he thought, and continued to imagine.
He merged the martial arts he already knew into one, and fused the cultivation methods. He even got inspiration from the snake pit.
The martial art that was born from this way was Agudo (織鬼道)3.
It’s a hungry man’s martial arts.
Pyo-wol did not forget the hunger he felt when he first entered the underground cave.
The desperate memories of having to scrape off the moss on the wall to survive.
So, he named the martial arts he created Agudo.
The technique that Pyo-wol used to destroy Oh Won-hu’s elbow was the human body destruction technique4, which was the basis of Aguido.
Pyo-wol thought that the structure of the human body was complex yet simple.
It would be infinitely complicated if you dug deep, but in simple terms, the human body was made up of axis and joints.
He thought that if he destroyed the joint that connects one shaft to the other, he could easily incapacitate the opponent. From then on, Pyo-wol thought about how to effectively destroy the opponent’s joints.
Thus, this kind of human body destruction technique was born.
It attacks and destroys parts that humans cannot train.
Oh Won-hoo’s elbow was shattered. No matter how good a doctor is, his elboy cannot be completely cured.
“This bastard—!”
Oh Won-hoo held out his shaky arms and unfolded his technique.
It was a technique called Mayeonggak5.
However, his attack did not reach Pyo-wol. Because Pyo-wol’s fist was shot like an awl and smashed his knee.
Pergioc!
“Keuk!”
Oh Won-hoo collapsed with a scream.
However, when Oh Won-hoo collapsed at this point, the inside of the guest house became quiet.
Many of the people in the guest house were warriors who had mastered martial arts. However, even with their eyes, they could not tell what method Pyo-wol had used to destroy Oh Won-hoo.
An unidentified martial artist who instantly destroys a master like Oh Won-hoo and who steals his opponent’s eyes just by doing a bit of dirty talk.
In their eyes, Pyo-wol no longer looked pretty.
Behind that beautiful and seductive appearance, the cruel hands and killing intent made them frightened.
‘A Killing Star has appeared.6
‘Where the hell did this guy—?”
They never heard of such a man in Jianghu.
At least in Sichuan.
Pyo-wol grabbed Oh Won-hoo’s collar and looked into his eyes.
“Ugh!”
Oh Won-hoo’s eyes shook relentlessly in fear.
His pants were getting wet.
He was urinating without knowing it in extreme fear.
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