Pick Me Up-Episode 344
2. Sword waiting to be drawn(9)
The man walked slowly..
Where he is located is in the north of the city, the hall of the palace.
Everywhere you look, it is embellished with various jewelry and ornaments.
Under his feet was a colorful red carpet.
“Kyak!”
“Hiiii……!”
The human maids scream and run away..
It's to escape the man and escape out..
It was natural..
He was bloody..
“Kiaak!”
The snow-blooded white aristocrat runs..
He was a guard of the palace..
Jang Chang has already been thrown out..
I tried to tear him down with nails and teeth..
Muscle.
It sounded fine..
“Cuck?”
The man went past him..
The red solid line on the neck of the white aristocrat, who was firmly in a leaping position It was pulled and separated from the torso..
Pushshoot.
My squirting blood.
Makes puddles on the red carpet.
The man walked without care..
“What, that guy?……!”
“Kill, kill.!”
“If you step back, I'll kill you.!”
In the spacious hall of the palace, the White nobles surround the man.
But no one wants to step up..
The brave white nobles were already dead there..
“Get out of the way..”
The man said sullenly.
The two white nobles who were blocking the front winced..
The business behind it was all over..
“What are you doing?!”
The two soldiers who were urged to stand up.
Simultaneous raids from left and right.
The man's gaze glanced left and right.
The missing iron core began to curve.
“…….”
The white aristocrat on the right rushed..
Acceleration enough to make the air tremble.
The nail grazed the man's abdomen..
Blood is scattered from the bruised wound..
Right on the left, the other soldier's fingernails aimed at the man's neck..
In a moment, the sword shot like a light flesh..
Cross sword and nails.
“Cuck!”
The attack of the White Aristocrat, who was aiming for his neck, could not be reached..
The tip of the man's knife was first inserted into his heart..
Meanwhile, the soldier on the right who wounded the man became a dead body. As soon as I hit the boat, the sword ripped off my neck..
Hooked.
The man drew the sword that was stuck in his heart..
In this way, two new bodies were created in the hall of the Palace.
“Kyaak, Kiaak!”
Now the White nobles only threatened, they didn't run..
They instinctively understood that if they fought him, they would die..
“You're a human being.............?”
The lifeguard muttered..
Impossible with his common sense.
I can't accept the reality in front of my eyes..
The White nobles were born to rule over humans.
Physical strength superior to man and a brute sense of nature.
The adult Baekguis jump 5 meters in one step and frequency 100 meters in 8 seconds It can lift rocks close to 200kg.
One person was a superhuman in human standards.
What about teeth and nails.
Atrocious molars can chew even stones.
Sharp, hard nails will make long cuts on sheet metal armor Could have been.
How to fight.
Just as humans are born and learn how to walk naturally, the White nobles I know how to kill and tear people naturally.
This is the area of instinct, not technology.
The sense of battle that human warriors must gain through training, the Baekgui It is vividly held.
You don't need a weapon from the beginning..
It was the King's stink that they wore armor and carried spears.
It's a match for the human king play..
A human warrior..
They're willing to trample on those who have trained again..
To them, human beings were nothing but toys..
By the way…….
I'm sure that's the case...... He's the common sense of the white aristocrats at the front. It was breaking..
“Kiik, Kyaak!”
Blitz from behind.
Once again, the sword blade was full..
The white aristocrat with his arms cut cries..
At the same time, the iron man split his throat..
This is another one..
Every time a man walks,
Behind them, the bodies of the white aristocrats pile up like loot..
“How……?”
He's not fast..
A lightning-like body, such as jumping a distance of several meters in a month I don't have it..
It was humanly normal..
No, it was rather a slow axis.
If you're a long-trained gladiator, you'll move much faster than that guy. Can be.
But it's fast..
Slower than the White Nobles, but faster than the White Nobles.
That mysterious contradiction, these could not accept.
Obviously, attacking ahead is the White Aristocrat side.
But the strike doesn't reach you..
A strike from somewhere pierced the rapid fire..
It's not a pleasure sword..
If it was fast, the white aristocrats would have been able to cope..
But it can't be stopped.
'The only thing that can be done is to allow the avoidance of any attack. Did.
Get out late and reach first.
This is the story of the latter-day system.
It was the site of martial arts that gained after a long training and numerous enlightenment. He was doing this naturally..
It's not a simple speed problem.
If you advance your opponent's attack with a difference in speed, it's a second-choice. Do not.
Accurately predict the opponent's attack point and timing,
After being thoroughly aware of your position and possible means of counterattack,
Blow the most perfect strike with the most perfect timing.
“…….”
The man's sword drew the line.
The white nobles who were dealing with him opened their eyes wide..
Vertically outstretched eyes read the trajectory of the sword.
The sight and quickness of the fuselage can hold the arrow..
Compared to there, the man's sword was slow enough to yawn.
“I'll kill you.!”
The Baekguis exposed their teeth and swung their nails.
Here it is..
If you're here, you can avoid his attack and kill him.…….
Squeak.
The White aristocracy's joy was lost there..
My severed head was in the air..
“……?”
This is the story of the ring.
As soon as you start the attack, subtly move the sword tip and blade to move the trajectory It's a method of disheveling..
You're mistaken for your opponent..
This is also a high degree of merit that requires long training and enlightenment.
But the man does it..
Very naturally.
I thought I knew it from the beginning..
“Kyak!”
Cut and bend again.
It doesn't matter whether it's front or side or back..
“Cuck!”
The neck of the flying white Aristocrat.
Now they're starting to lose their preoccupation..
Several soldiers abandoned their weapons and fled.
And yet, there were those who didn't give up yet..
“Kiyaaak!”
Another white aristocrat runs..
In-house fitness is limited.
My breath gradually rose..
That's why the fight had to end with a blow..
“…….”
Pushuk.
Blood splattered from his torn shoulder.
This time, I couldn't finish it without hurt..
He's gory.
I can't tell if it's your own blood or someone else's blood..
However, if there is a difference between Gladiator and Gladiator, the wound inflicted this time is the intention of the man It's not.
Therefore, it is dangerous.
Some of the wounds he had already gotten were demanding action..
If you hide your body and don't give first aid, it can turn deadly. It was a wound..
But the man doesn't stop.
He went on, and he went on, and he cut down the white nobles..
In front of me, until the gates of Alreirro, where the king is, open..
“Stop it! Stop me from going to where the king is! Kill those who run! I'll kill you in the king's name.!”
Someone exclaims..
“Only one human. You're doing this because you can't stop a human? You all want to die.!”
Only one human.
The white nobles who had won the war rushed in..
The man's sword moved again..
천변만화(千變萬化).
It changes a thousand times, it changes a million times..
Fast and slow. Heavy and light.
Soft and sharp, brave as fire and serene as water.
“Xhuck!”
Every time the old iron ball is full, one life falls..
One on one knife.
It's like dancing, it's like playing in a dream, it's like moving, it's like dancing, it's like dancing, it's like dancing, it's like dancing. Scattered..
Perhaps, if a man who realized the radish had seen this sight, he would have burst into admiration..
In distant antiquity, forgotten miracles were being reproduced in the hands of men.
Winning the strong with the weak.
What he was doing was the essence of unmistakable nothingness.
However, it is distorting.
Learning and Realizing Martial Arts.
It's not innate..
He has never learned martial arts since he was born.
I've been through a few fights, but I've never had a serious training. There was no.
The level of talent is already over..
It's often known as a genius, but if you know one, you know the heat.,
If you don't know one, but you know the heat, what should you call it?
The man was a mutant..
For him there existed a special intangible institution.
You can use that agency to see and hear things that don't have a form There were.
It's a kind of super sense..
This is something beyond skill or talent.
Even if you borrow the power of the system, you can't clearly recognize the power of the man.
“……Haa.”
The man stretched his sword..
Sticky blood fell to the floor riding a sword blade.
Around the area, the bodies of many white nobles are lying.
The guard called in unison to the defensive troops from other parts of the city. I couldn't stop a man..
Of course, if all the white nobles ran to death, the man would He would have died..
There's no loyalty to them..
When the suppression became difficult, the White nobles fled..
So was the Captain of the Guard..
So, in front of the gate of Al-Reality.
The man was picking his breath..
Blurry eyes.
Excessive amount of bleeding.
All over the body were broken knives, pieces of spear blades, arrows, etc..
It's not strange to wait for death while you're down..
I don't know how many white nobles you killed..
No matter how long a man performs the essence of martial arts, he escapes the limits of the physical body It couldn't be..
A weak body that has not undergone a single training allows many wounds. was.
But the man stands tall.
The superhuman will made him move..
‘That's hard..’
The man laughed wryly.
And, slightly regretted.
If you had been diligent in swordsmanship, as the old man said, you wouldn't have been hurt like this. Tenney..
‘How long is it?.’
The back of my neck was cold..
Death came right behind the man..
First aid is past the stage to improve the wound..
But…….
No regrets.
Life that should have died in the arena anyway..
If you got anything, it wouldn't be bad..
The man changed his mind after the discovery of the will.
He visited the old man's room one step ahead of Kainil.
Non-existent Liberation Army.
The man realized that the plan would fail.
Why?.
The man has no connection with Kainil's group.
If you knew of their failure, it was normal to abandon them..
But the man moved..
Slaughtered the guards of the arena, paving the way for the gladiators to get out.
Then they hit the palace in the north with a single body and took the defensive troops of the South Gate. I pulled it together..
You know you're in danger..
Knowing that death awaits.
“Coolac!”
The man vomited red, sticky blood..
It's not easy to stand now.
‘What did you want to leave?.’
If you're going to die anyway..
If you're going to die in disgust of your own talent..
Maybe he'd rather die after leaving something meaningful..
You may have wanted to believe it..
His talent didn't exist to kill someone..
It had meaning in his life, which he had continued by trampling on others..
Flurries!
The flames in the hall of the palace are cast down..
During the battle, the lantern in the hall was broken and a fire broke out.
The flames were swallowing corpses, blood, and carpets..
The man smiled..
I'd rather be good..
This flame will isolate him and himself from the world..
Open the gate that leads to Al-Reality.
Then, beyond the reality, I saw the throne of the palace.
There was a king there.
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