Chapter 146 – 146. Atomizer

Wooddeuk.

“Kreuk…?!”

As the wrist broke and bent in an unbreakable direction, the three elders… A scream escaped Hwang Bo-tak’s mouth.

His eyes are on his broken wrist. The eyes, filled with disbelief and astonishment, soon turn into fear.
Being afraid of an incomprehensible being was a natural human reaction.

As an assassin, he values ​​information, and now he knows who broke his wrist.
A disciple of Swordsman Maehwa and the strongest student in the academy.
If you don’t know that baekwoon, he should hit Daeju, who is in charge of Sega’s shadow.

However, that knowledge aroused Hwang Bo-tak to come.

Baekwoon is a master at a higher level than himself, and he readily admits it.
However, the fact that he, the elder of the Hwangbo family, had been subjected to such violence shook his pride.

Chew!

A fountain of blood spurts out.

“Oh? Great.”

Baekwoon was the first to praise him as he got out of his grasp.

Hwang Bo-tak, without hesitation, cut off his own hand and escaped from Geum Na-soo. His wrist was broken, but it might be treatable, but his determination to cut it without hesitation made him feel quite admirable.

Whether Baekwoon praised it or not.
Hwang Bo-tak blew his arm to stop the bleeding and spread his energy to the fullest. First of all, he quickly checks to see if the owner of the killer who was chasing him is nearby.

‘Does not exist. Does the fact that the person who sent such a murderous life gave up mean that his field of activity is within the premises of the academy? Then…’

Hwang Bo-tak’s eyes held a cool light.

Baekwoon is obviously an overly strong master to be called a late Jisu. As the elder of the family of Hwangbo, he himself is very talented and grew up listening to the sound of sweets, but he cannot be compared to the disciple after the sword in front of him.

But that didn’t mean it was invincible.

Wasn’t Yeo Bu, once called the strongest, killed by Jojo in the end?

‘A monstrous talent that reached the extreme of Hwagyeong in terms of terms. However, he must have less experience in battles that are so filthy.’

Why can’t the later exponents, who were called prodigies or giraffes, not gain fame in the future?
It is because it is easy to be pushed to death by experienced masters before that.

These days, the midfielder’s education method is focused on attacking the demonic world, so there is an insufficient level of education on interpersonal warfare.

Hwang Bo-tak, who knows that fact better than anyone else, is convinced that there is no unknown absolute master and swordsman who sent him to live.

He focused his life on Baek-woon, who was still staring at him.

“Young man’s hands are hot. I don’t know why he made such an ambush against the old man, but he’ll make you pay for this!”
“What is this poop?”
“…”
“Am I having a bad head? I should have said it. My hand and hair were blown off because I was messing around. Did you dare to send out a shadow warrior to my lover and be fine?”

Fire.

Baekun raised a black flame and instantly turned the palms he was holding into ashes.

Although he cut himself off, the elder three decided not to endure the tyranny of the young man who burned his hand in front of his eyes.

‘The dark zone has received a signal that preparations are over.’

The members of the Armed Forces, who had been hiding since he cut off his wrists, sent a signal to form a shaman’s camp to bite people and block the area from outside.
And the signal that it’s ready just came.

Killing Baek-woon was risky, but knowing that he had sent the shadow warrior of Hwang Bo-ji-ran to the military that decided Yongbong would be more troublesome.

‘No matter how much Hwagyeong’s intention is extreme, if you dig into the gap with everyone in the Dark Zone, you can kill them enough.’

After completing the calculation, Hwang Bo-tak acted quickly.

“The Dark Zone! Everyone, do your best to kill the swordsman’s disciple!”

Along with his cry, water sprayed from everywhere, probably from where he was hiding, and rushed toward Baekwoon, who was still standing still.

A scythe with a chain, a dagger sharpened like a dagger, a net made of black iron, and so on.

At first glance, it seems like a rough throw, but if you focus on it, there is a slight time difference that makes it difficult to respond to each weapon in succession. Even if you try to avoid it, it is impossible to evade because of the number of surprises in all directions.

The spectacle of memorization being deliberately ejected from all directions reminded me of Mancheon Hwawoo, who is famous for the secret technique of Sichuan Tangga.

An assassination that seemed to be completed through a quantity war.

As if dozens of people were united as one body, the appearance of putting in the passing team without an inch of error seemed to envision how much effort they put into this passing team.

“It won’t work.”

Baekwoon stared at Hwang Botak and muttered in a low voice,

“You must be right.”

In the baptism of memorization pouring like rain… Just ran

The direction was the place where Hwang Bo-tak, who had prepared himself with a dagger in one hand, was in the opposite direction.

‘It’s good judgment. Even if you get hurt, it must mean that you will overcome this situation by subduing me, the leader of the dark zone. He boldly chooses the number of members of the Six Cham Bones.’

But I think it’s too short.
Hwang Bo-tak evaluated the young man running towards him.

All sorts of poisons have been applied to those memorizations, including Sangong poison.

It’s not enough to neutralize Hwagyeong’s extreme intentions, but it will be a hindrance to the operation of internal power.
Although it is fierce, in that they are the same Hwagyeong, Hwang Bo-tak became a one-armed opponent against Baek-un, who was poisoned by the Sangong, and he believed that he would win enough.

Bang! Bang bang!

“…Yes?”

That is until I saw the memorized pieces that collided with Baekun fall apart with the sound of iron clashing.

He wouldn’t have been so dumbfounded if he had used self-defense. But what the heck is that iron sound?
Was that a sound that could come from a human body made of soft flesh?

Feeling anxious, Hwang Bo-tak hurriedly shouted.

“Stop him!”

The members of the Armed Forces, who stopped memorizing new instructions, rushed behind Baek-woon’s back, each holding a weapon.

Even if the warriors of the peak rushed at the master of the Hwagyeong, it would only be a dog’s death, but they did not hesitate.
Hwang Bo-tak raised the elite members of the cancer squad with thorough education in the support of Sega.
All of them were living puppets who could laugh into the fire if ordered.

No matter how unique the body is, a weapon with a sword spirit cannot be ignored.
Aiming only for the moment to turn around to respond, Hwang Bo-tak slid away holding a dagger at Baek-un, who was heading this way.

Quaang-!

And Hwang Bo-tak’s face sank into Baek-un’s fist.

“Turn it off?!…Turn it off!”

A punch with such power that it almost broke the nose bone and cut the mental cord at once.

Even though his strength was not loaded, the power gave a shock that surpassed the person’s strength.

He grabbed Hwang Bo-tak, who was staggering like that, with a golden knife, and threw him on the floor, causing him to vomit the breath from his lungs.
He jumped right on top of him and started punching him in succession.

Thud! Quaang!

“Ugh…! Kyahaaaaagh…!”

Baekwoon continued to strike his fist down.

Is it giving a chance that the survival instinct has reached the alarm in a situation where one shot, one shot is so heavy that it is almost going to go crazy?

Instinctively, he focused his inner strength on his face, forming a self-defense technique in the midst of his hectic state, reducing the shock considerably.
As his pain subsided, Hwangbo Tak, who had barely regained consciousness, glared at his subordinates, grinding his teeth.

No matter how bad the opponent is, if my master is being attacked, shouldn’t I risk my life to stop it?

“What are you guys doing! Don’t hurry and save me…”

When I wake up, I see my surroundings.
If the person’s eyes weren’t broken, the members of the Armed Forces were desperate to stop Baekun.

Some members slashed their swords behind their backs as if they were trying to split unbreakable firewood.
Some crew members clung to his arm swinging his fist, and then rolled on the floor as he swung.
A member of the squad aimed at his eyes and threw a memorized weapon, but it missed and hit his forehead and fell shabby with a clang.

Hwang Bo-tak, who doubted whether what she was seeing was really real, was confused by an accident in her head and her machine rusted and not functioning properly.

In fact, there was one thing that could make sense of all this situation.

Exactly the gold mine.

It means that the body has the same hardness as diamond steel as the ultimate goal of those who practice foreign arts. However, as if the expression “Ultimate” Wasn’t added for nothing, it was rugged.
In the history of Moorim, only two people are known to have achieved the Geumgang Buddha, and the one known to come closest to it in the current Moorim is King Nokrim.

By the way, while the terms and conditions reached the peak of the Hwagyeong, the foreign service also achieved the Geumgang Buddha?

It was an unbelievable reality.

Looking down at Hwang Bo-tak, who had a bewildered face, Baek-woon smiled softly.

“I still haven’t come to my senses.”

Cooong!

“Let’s hit it a little longer.”

Like a lantern in front of the wind, Hwang Bo-tak had his last thoughts as he felt the string of reason thinning, not knowing when he might run away.

At least hit me after I said it.

Like that, his mind gradually went out as if he was submerged in a swamp.