Chapter 330 – Side Story. Dream of Return (11)

It left a bitter taste in my mouth to think that I had died at the hands of such a pathetic bunch.

But at the same time, I couldn’t help but feel that it was inevitable as I watched myself crumble.

“Huh?”

Something strange happened.

Pang!

I blocked the brute’s foot with my palms, preventing it from landing on my fallen past life.

It wasn’t just a matter of taking the hit in my stomach; I had used my hands to take the blow instead.

Not only did I block the brute’s foot before it could put any force behind it, but I also deftly twisted his wrist to blur his aim.

The brute, who was at best a first-rate fighter, didn’t seem to notice, but my women who were watching me could tell.

“Y-You… just now, that was…”

“Yeah. It was just enough to change the direction and dissipate the force… but that’s it, right?”

“Yes. That’s it, Jin Gaga.”

“Why does everyone have to use such vague and roundabout terms? No one’s listening anyway, so why not just say it plainly? It was the subtle art of Ihwajeopmok that my past life’s Jin Lang unfolded.”

“Oh my? But it’s hard to believe something like that, Miss. It’s only been a few moments since he was practically a blank slate, and now he’s realized the subtleties of Ihwajeopmok…”

Sama-mang was right.

What was Ihwajeopmok? Wasn’t it the basic and ultimate technique of the flow that returned the opponent’s power back to them?

It was so difficult to master that it took at least ten years of training to even imitate it.

Most of the martial artists who used the flow technique belonged to the orthodox school for that reason.

And it wasn’t surprising that the hot-headed martial artists of the Sanda school wouldn’t be interested in polishing their skills for ten years.

Anyway, Ihwajeopmok was a technique that was difficult to master.

It wasn’t something that could be learned in one fell swoop just because you got beaten up badly.

If it were possible, the Mu-dang school would have been ridiculed and cursed by their disciples throughout the central plains.

“But this works.”

At first glance, it seemed like I was being taken advantage of, but upon closer inspection, there was hardly any shock being inflicted on my past life.

As if to prove that it wasn’t just a fluke, the success rate and precision increased with each blow.

It was certain. My past life was realizing the subtleties of Ihwajeopmok with a body that had no inner strength.

An incomprehensible level of martial talent.

I never thought I had this ability.

But unfortunately, this moment wasn’t eternal.

Perhaps thinking that he had fallen enough, the brute laughed wickedly and raised his foot high.

“Huhu! Do you understand your position now? You’re not a noble we should be keeping, you’re just a simple test subject!”

He said, bringing his foot down hard.