Chapter 53 – Surviving on a Deserted Island (14)
Nang-A-Kwon(狼牙拳) Poongjihae.
He was born in the Fujian Erosion Boundary Zone. Although it was near the erosion zone, human vitality was persistent, and some people lived in terrible conditions.
Life near the erosion zone was not easy. He was often killed if he showed the slightest gap, and he had to obey the orders of the chief who reigned like a king.
Hell. It was hell.
Even the freedom to drink a sip of water was not given to young Pung Ji-hae.
Poong Ji-hae somehow survived while chewing unidentified meat, not knowing who his father or mother was.
One day, a martial arts master came to the village.
After seeing the terrible horrors in the village, the martial arts master cut off the head of the chief to punish the villains, and then disappeared proudly.
When the head of the village, who had set rules and suppressed them, disappeared, hell turned into an even worse hell. Everything was thrown into chaos.
At that moment, Poong Ji-hae escaped the village.
It was when he was fourteen.
The place we arrived after walking aimlessly was a temporary base for attacking the erosion zone.
Fortunately, life there was like heaven compared to the villages in the Boundary Zone.
He also somehow mastered the martial arts of the Six Happens and the Samjaesimbeop.
Although he irresponsibly turned the village into a further hell and left, the back of the martial arts master who cut down the god-like village chief was strongly entrenched in Poong Ji-hae’s mind. Naturally, the obsession with martial arts was added.
A third-class martial arts six-happy fist with no unusual deviations.
Close to the fortune-telling method, the three-review method has no advantages except for stability.
Both were inferior martial arts that were no different from being representative of third-rate martial arts.
A normal person should have difficulty reaching the first-class level, let alone second-rate.
But fortunately, Poong Ji-hae’s qualities were quite outstanding.
Living as a ronin moving around the erosion border area, he supplemented and developed his martial arts.
The low-level third-rate martial arts six-handed fist has turned into a real fighting fist that represents him.
The Samjae trial has become a completely different trial with the same name.
At the age of 30, Pung Ji-hae, when he finally became a master, it felt like he had everything in the world in his hands.
He also led a group of nobles under his command called the Nangadae.
In the area where he is active, he was called the king of wolves after seeing the sea of wind. Although there were only a few.
Ten years.
For ten years, Feng Jihae honed his martial arts skills.
And he despaired.
He realized that with the martial arts that Feng Ji-hae had learned, he could not overcome the wall of transcendence even if he worked hard for the rest of his life. He himself would grow old, and the moment his heyday passed, it was the end.
It was a story that continued to grow stronger even with age, which was only true of prestigious martial arts. It was difficult to even maintain the original level as the balance between the inside and the outside got out of balance as time went by.
He lived a life as a ronin and knew it to some extent.
The climax is a great stage for the street nerds, but it’s not so special for the ‘prestigious’ students.
It was the peak of reaching the age of contraction if it was a later index that took elixirs from a young age, received bee-mose water, and received world-class martial arts and systematic training.
Those who were called gijagi were able to do it even at a much younger age.
Of course, it wouldn’t have been a problem if he had the qualities of a great master. Great masters like the Dharma or the First Heavenly Demon do not need a teacher. Because everything in the world will look like their teacher.
However, the quality of Poong Ji-hae was never better than that of the so-called prestigious disciples.
To the end, he was excellent among ordinary people, but he was only mediocre by those who excelled. Being the king of wolves meant that no matter how much he flew and crawled, he was still a wolf.
In a world teeming with tigers and lions, what is so great about being the king among wolves?
Even at the age of forty, the wall of transcendence was still high.
For the martial arts training, all activities of the nangin were closed, and the nangadae were also disbanded.
And again frustrated.
At that time, it was the blood bridge that reached out to Pung Ji-hae.
The eight apostles of the blood bridge.
The moment he saw him, Feng Jihae naturally held the hand of the blood bridge. He was an unknown person.
He was given a rare elixir and new martial arts that he had never seen before.
It was said to be Jinsinjeolgi, which was leaked from the extinct Munpa. He added that as China turned into an erosion zone, blood bridges secured a great deal of such martial arts.
The power of the elixir, new martial arts, and the map of the Eight Apostles.
When these three were combined, Feng Jihae crossed the wall of transcendence with amazing ease. He spent ten years in vain, less than a year.
The blood bridge didn’t ask for much from Feng Jihae.
Rather, Pung Ji-hae was also full of good suggestions.
It was just a matter of letting go of one’s conscience “Just a little bit.”
It wasn’t difficult.
For Poong Ji-hae, who survived hell and spent a long time as a ronin, it was not special for people to die.
Although it was a sudden order, this time was also a simple one.
Activate the blood bridge’s secret technique to cause a rift. After entering the island under the pretext of Tamatoma’s ideal, it was enough to stimulate the malice contained in the core through a special ruling made in the blood bridge, and to deal with a few easy-going students in the confusion.
The runaway Tamatoma was not an easy opponent even for the cadets. Maybe a few will die naturally while dealing with Tamatoma.
The Blood Church didn’t bother to kill them all. I was told to do only as much as I could.
Since he also has the title of professor, it was not difficult for Poongjihae to deal with the careless cadets and destroy the evidence by feeding them to Tamatoma.
Rather, Kim Moo-gong appeared in the car expecting only what the Blood Bridge would give him if he handled this task successfully.
Genius.
Poong Jihae has seen many geniuses while working as an academy professor.
Nonetheless, these cadets were too severe at best.
Starting with the cadets who are already trying to cross the wall of transcendence.
Even a monster called Cheon Ha-yeon that has already reached its peak.
The reason he readily agreed to the order to kill the cadets he had taught was probably jealousy.
Moo Gong Kim.
When I first saw him, his level was feeble. He had a lot of internal energy thanks to his solar retardation, but that was all.
So whenheheard the news that he had killed the flesh demon and the blood demons, he was quite surprised. He was normal when it was impossible to achieve the level of martial arts Kim he had seen.
I didn’t know if he had no affiliation or if he was a former member of the Sinbimun sect.
He was an undeniable genius.
He is not a ‘type of person who pretends to be a genius’ like himself, but a genius who can shake the fate of the world if he is just a big boy. In addition, Poong Ji-hae glimpsed the qualities of a hero in him.
In addition to Kim Moo-gong, there were many geniuses like that in the first grade.
Regardless of jealousy or whatever, things will change a lot because of Pung Ji-hae’s actions.
‘Feel so good.’
Defeat the qualities of a hero and twist the fate of the world. Feng Jihae felt a bit pleasant about that fact. I don’t know how she knew that she was a Blood Religion, but it was enough to deal with it here. Did she say it was midsummer? It wouldn’t be bad to send the student who always clung to Kim Mu-gong like a cicada on good terms.
“Crazy.”
Looking at Poong Ji-hae with a fishy smile, Kim Mu-gong chilled his brain.
No matter what method was used, the power felt in Kim Mu-gong’s entire body exploded.
At this level of intimidation, it was close to a scene.
‘That doesn’t make sense.’
At that age Were you hiding your power?
Poong Ji-hae took the gisusik of nang-a-gwon and raised the three-year-old method.
Although the martial arts handed down by his blood religion changed him completely from the past, he still called his martial arts Nang-a Kwon and Samjae Sim-beop.
Perhaps, it was safe to say that it was a piece of Pung Ji-hae’s remaining pride.
Thud-
An enormous shock wave erupted from Kim Mu-gong’s feet. With just one step, the ground caved in. It is a new method that is both defeatist and swift. The air was oppressed. It is the power of will.
Poong Ji-hae, who relieved Kim Mu-gong’s thoughts with a single breath, quickly threw out his arm.
In an instant, Kim Mu-gong’s hand and Poong Ji-hae’s fist crossed. In the blink of an eye, dozens of sums came and went.
Wow-!
The sound of metal clashing accompanied by a wave of martial arts echoed everywhere. Cracks went to the surrounding ground, and the beads vibrated.
‘Not good.’
Poongjihae’s brow narrowed. When his orb is destroyed, all of Feng Zhihai’s plans go awry. Do not do that.
However, one thing was certain.
Kim Mu-gong is not a hwagyeong.
It is not simply divided into internal strength or strength.
It is said that the size of power is on the order of a flower, but in the end, if enlightenment does not support it, it will only be large.
Poong Ji-hae’s intuition, which has gone through countless battles and crossed countless lines of death, has developed to an uncanny degree.
Martial arts built up in actual combat.
Dealing with powerful things has been boring.
Breaking through the strong energy emitted by Kim Moo-gong, Poong Ji-hae threw out a fist. A huge shockwave generated from the face was shot aiming for Kim Moo-gong’s gap. It was an attack mixed with the technique of dual grafting, which uses the mighty power against it.
Aaaaang-
At the same time as the heavy drinking, dozens of Kim Mu-gong’s new models bounced off.
“Two.”
Kim Moo-gong spat out the blood that rose up.
As he distanced himself from the beads, Poong Ji-hae’s eyes darkened coldly.
‘It was shallow.’
In an instant, Kim Mu-gong blocked his own attack. Kim Mu-gong himself did not seem to be aware of it, but he developed again in the meantime.
“What a monster!”
With a resolute cry, Feng Jihai moved the new model. Don’t let experience build up.
The appearance of the Great Coalition. Those who possessed the qualities of a hero grew stronger in the face of adversity.
Must be killed before that.
An urgency that hadn’t been seen before was put on Poong Jihae’s fist.
Feeling the sharp pain piercing through his body, Mu-gong Kim gritted his teeth.
Strength: 25(E)-〉70(S)
Endurance: 22(E)-〉70(S)
Agility: 24(E)-〉70(S)
Internal: 61(A)-〉71(S)
Sssss. That’s an astonishing number. In terms of ability, Kim Mu-gong clearly had the upper hand.
All stats were at the upper limit. Even Cheon Ha-yeon was worse than her current self in terms of ability.
But.
Mugong was originally a skill created by weak humans to deal with powerful enemies.
This is also the reason why there are many martial arts modeled after animals. With only physical ability, he was lacking for a long time against the same master. When Poong Ji-hae used Kim Mu-gong’s mighty power, it even had the opposite effect.
It was difficult to follow the light-like movement of the sea of wind. Poong Ji-hae’s kwonbeop and gakbeop, which poured freely, were too difficult for him, who was still inexperienced.
If it had not been for Muhon’s assistant, his limbs would have been twisted long ago. It was not for nothing thatheheld the position of professor at the academy overflowing with equipment.
Turo was grotesque. It was far from the neat feeling that the prestigious students at the academy exude.
Before I knew it, the wolf’s teeth came to bite the scruff of the neck.
Despite dodging and blocking, some of the attacks missed Kim Mu-gong’s body. Blood splattered in all directions as the light wave grazed like a blade.
Contrary to Poong Ji-hae, who still maintained a clean look, Kim Mu-gong’s clothes were gradually stained with blood.
Koo Goo Goo Palace-
As the recommended career was embedded in the hard stone basin cliff, broken rocks poured down, and the ground was hollowed and cracked by the light waves emitted by Jin-gak.
Even as his whole body turned into a wreck, Kim Mu-gong’s eyes calmed down. A rather beautiful arc was drawn at the corner of his mouth.
“Seriously, there is no such thing as a god of supernatural power.”
Feng Jihae clicked his tongue with a tired face.
