Chapter 12 Bowl Size

A shiver ran down each of our spines and our hair stood on end.
‘Oh my……!
What did we just see? Those looks.
In particular, the two eyes of the co-op were enlarged to the point of bloodshot.
I couldn’t believe it.
You’ve overwhelmed the famous angelic vice lord, Geum Jiajia, in a matter of moves, and pushed him back to the road.
That’s hard to do, even for yourself.
Even if his opponent was caught off guard, taking down a steamer like that was easier said than done.
And the best part of all.
“When the hell did you learn to cut grass?
Yes.
The last sword we saw was the first of the three sword ceremonies of the end of the Hundred Sword Ceremony.
The convergence and divergence of a bet, the pressure of the sword winds, the power of the sword qi, maximizing it to crush the target.
The evil spirits that Chulryuhyeon unleashed were so mature that they reminded me of the dead.
If it’s just a superficial imitation, you’re not going to be able to shake off that kind of golden ticket.
The team understood the operational nature of the weapon better than anyone.
This is because Sa Gongyun used to be his opponent whenever he practiced his Samchosik.
Apparently, the iron flow had caused the hollow water level to spike in addition to the flesh modification, which is the main purpose of the transmogrification.
But.
What’s not immediately obvious is how long it took.
For me, it took over a decade to perfect my chalky black herbs.
It was a no-brainer.
They don’t call it a vine for nothing.
The three ceremonies of the Baekbak Sword Ceremony were bound to take a long time as it is the legacy of the early civilization and the quintessence of the martial arts.
But the ironclad is still just a contract.
It was an unbelievable learning curve.
Not counting the founder, none of the subsequent masters learned to cut grass before the age of twenty.
Even if he had received some sort of top-secret lesson from his master, Gongyun Shi, it was impossible to become a natural swordsman without talent.
As with any such collaboration, the emotional impact on Gulmahun on the other side of the fence was significant.
His gaze fixed on the iron flow, the mocking smile on his face no longer there.
His expression had already hardened when Qixil Jinjia’s sneak attack was blocked.
‘What he cast was…….’
I realized this as soon as I saw the swordfire ahead of me, which looked like a whole mountain being crushed.
It’s an herb, an evil weed, cast by Sigongyun in the past.
The sword power itself was less than stellar, but the important thing was that he realized the essence of swordplay.
It was a puzzling situation.
Something must be wrong.
The old Iron Flow should have bled to death before the surprise of the master in the room.
The doubt swirling in his chest was quickly replaced by a harsh voice: Chapter.
“Who are you?”
Of course, I know he’s an ironclad, but at this point, I couldn’t resist asking.
“As a refresher.”
Chuliuhon shrugged and continued.
“As you can see, I’m the owner of this door, and I’m also the soon-to-be new owner.”
The corners of his mouth still curl into a thin smile.
Seeing this, Gulmahun tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword and muttered to himself.
‘Yeah, so it wasn’t just a bluff.’
Not really.
Blame, blame, blame!
A few quick points on the acupuncture points soothed the internal injuries, and both feet were on their feet.
“Bastard!”
He cried out, and was about to lunge.
“Stop.”
Gulmahun’s heavy nurturing caught Geumjaji’s ankle.
The gravelly voice rings in my ears again.
“I’ll wrap it up.”
Flustered, Geumjaji hurriedly shook his head.
“No, Ark, you don’t have to do that, I’ve got it stuck properly again…….”
“Not allowed.”
“haona…….”
“Do you think this is the result of negligence?”
“Yes?”
“His power was out of bounds from the start.”
“……!”
Geumjaji was momentarily speechless.
Because that sound just meant that the Iron Streamer’s Muyu was far above him.
“Seo, do you really think you’re on the same level as me?
Gulmahun narrowed his eyes and said.
“Bite down. It’s not a force you can handle.”
At the stern command, Geumjazi didn’t dare to vomit and retreated quietly to the back.
Chak-chak-chak.
Gulmahun trudged across the rain-soaked garden floor and stopped a good distance away.
“By one-on-one…… you mean minimize each other’s sacrifices?”
“It can’t hurt, right?”
Chulryuhyeon’s words caused Gulmahun to throw up his hands.
It makes sense.
It wasn’t bad.
Indeed, if you are of the same caliber as the Iron Ripple, you must be prepared to sacrifice some of your elite fencers.
Given the time and effort it took to raise each of them, it made sense to take them on one-on-one rather than in a group fight to minimize casualties.
‘Gambling with the fate of the dead…… is the best he can do in his situation.
Gulmahun thought so, and asked a question in response.
“Exactly what conditions?”
“It’s simple. If you win, I’ll hand over the history, kill or spare, it’s up to you.”
Gulmahun’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Ho-ho, interesting, we’ll just pretend it never happened and cover it up?”
“Two bites at the apple.”
After a short reply, Chulhuen tilted his head back.
“Go get him and bring him back. Let’s get this all organized while we’re at it.”
“Yes, yes, rumor lord!”
Shortly after the second Gu Yangzi of the three brothers, who had been singled out by the gaze, disappeared in a huff.
“I like it, so what if you win?”
“Restitution.”
“Hmm, that’s interesting too.”
“A reasonable demand, right? I’ll give you the money after you win.”
“Yeah, whatever…… you want, because if you lose, it’s all over, but just so you know. This body will not take matters into its own hands.”
Words of warning that you may lose your life before the sword you wield.
Chul Ryuhyeon didn’t even bat an eye.
“Me neither. Don’t blame me when I’m dead.”
He gestured with his chin to a horse in the garden.
“If you defeat me, I’ll throw in that one over there as a bonus. He’s a rare and famous horse that was originally owned by the Moon. I’m sure you’ve seen him before.”
At the same time, the White House gatekeepers shook their heads.
What? You’re a rare breed, aren’t you?
This is a bit of a mouthful.
It’s just a common horse you can buy at the stable, but what…….
“Oh, now I see that the horse’s muscles are really bloated, what is it?
While everyone was puzzled, Gu Yangtian, the eldest of the three brothers, whispered with a look of concern.
“Seconds, sir. Looks like you’re not quite back to normal yet. What shall we do?”
“Shhh, let’s wait and see.”
The voice of the collaborative never faltered.
It was a demonstration that I fully trusted and supported the judgment and actions of So Munju Cheol Ryu Hyeon, regardless of the mysterious circumstances.
That’s when Gulmahun pulled up one side of his mouth.
“Hoot, I promise you one more thing. When you die, I’ll make sure that …… at least the name of the White House Gate lives on.”
He sounded good, but he wasn’t.
I came here to destroy evidence, not to settle a one-on-one fight.
Anything that would be a chapter in the party’s favor had to go.
Gulmahun was soon practicing covert telegraphy.
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Hearing that, Geumjazi quickly responded with Chapter.
<Ah, so the big thrust of the operation is no change?

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The elite fencers gestured to the rear, and the elite fencers gathered their wits and steeled themselves.
Meanwhile.
The messenger on the chariot had a lot on his mind.
“Holy shit, what’s going on here?
First of all, I recognize that this is a non-partisan Baekbakgumun.
It was easy to tell just by looking at the clothes worn by the handful of people who were supposedly cadres: plain clothes embroidered with a simple line depicting a large mountain on a snowy white background.
By the way.
Who is this guy who introduced himself earlier as a rumor monger at the White House?
I heard this a few months ago.
A famous swordsman in Hunan province, the White Moon Swordsman, Gongyun Shi, died in a screaming death, and his enemy disciple, Chuliu Heng, was turned into a vegetable.
And it’s not like anyone who lives in the area doesn’t know.
This made the current situation even more puzzling.
No, is that the inaction of a former vegetable?
The sudden appearance of the angelic group was also curious.
The presence of the infamous Ark of the White Sword here, judging by the tone of the conversation, means that something unsavory has happened between the two factions…… I don’t know exactly what it is.
‘Fuck it, what can I do, just hold my breath and wait and see…….’
It’s a “just beat anyone” mentality.
Gulmahun held his sword of excellence upright in front of his chest.
A posture that heralds an exit.
A transparent aura then spreads out around his new creation.
Hook-!
The rain-soaked clothes fluttered, scattering water droplets in a circle.
You’ve raised the bar.
The sword Bai’er, symbolizing the ark staff, received its master’s qi and vibrated lightly, radiating a dense aura.
“Now let’s find out the size of your bowl.”
Gulmahun’s words sent a chill down my spine.
One.
It was weird.
This is because no aura has been detected from Chulleuhin.
“What is it?
This has never happened before.
Any martial artist who possessed an aura would be able to detect it, but Chu Liuhui looked like a commoner who had never learned martial arts.
The jet-black eyes of the spear-gray Iron Ripple quieted.
The look that just disappeared.
It’s as if he’s indifferent to the world around him, and his face is devoid of emotion.
“Have you made all three herbs yours?”
Gulmahun’s meaningful question was answered by Chulryuhyeon in a deep tone.
“Do you think I’m beneath your master in life?”
“…….”
“You’re not nervous, are you?”
“Cheeky, what you’ve done is worthy of the throne.”
It was meant to be a warning not to get carried away with the idea that you’ve beaten the gold standard.
Then I heard a series of heavy footsteps.
Mundo, who had gone to the warehouse as instructed by the cooperative, and Guyangji, who had disappeared under the orders of the newly-appointed Cheolryuhyun, arrived on a stretcher.
Gulmahun frowned inwardly.
“Huh.
He sees Eunuch’s body covered in splints and bandages.
Chul Ryu-Heon, on the other hand, didn’t even glance in that direction.
“Here, check it out. My bowl.”
Gulmahun clenched his fangs and stomped the ground without delay.
Bam!
A new model that cuts through the rain.
Compressing the gap in an instant, he sped past Baek Ah.
Shush, shush, shush!
That moment when the bell rang.
Pick.
The two figures vanished like smoke from Zhong Yin’s vision.
Immediately after.
Boom!
A dull thud rang out from the not-so-distant flanking wall.
Simultaneous ear-splitting screams.
“Kick!”
The White Gate and Angel Chamber guards immediately jerked their heads toward the sound.
“Ugh!
He saw Gulmahun slumped against the wall, stabbed in the left side by a soy sauce sword with iron stains.
What did I do?
When did it get there?
We didn’t see anything?
Everyone’s minds go white and blank before the shocking sight.
wormwood
Iron Fleck muttered nonchalantly as he drew his soy sauce sword.
“The ark is a bastard.”
The Chronicle of the Reincarnated Divine Sword – Chapter 13(13/552)