After injuries were reported on both sides, the battle grew fierce. One of the two had to be injured to the point where they could not move in order to admit defeat and step down.

And now Paul and the ninth monk of Shaolin were sparring.

Papapot!

Pufferpuck!

Along with the fierce battle, the monk stumbled and threw up blood and collapsed.

"Wow!"

The audience applauded and cheered at the sight of the monk sitting down with blood up.

"Second Shaolin won!"

"That's cool!"

"Good job!"

The monk collapsed in a bloodbath, but the audience cheered.

The first Shaolin draw was as sharp and cruel as Jong-seok thought.

And the second Shaolin people who suffered Jerome in their hands did not have any trouble in their hands.

Therefore, the confrontation between the two sides was a bit cruel and frightening, with injuries and blood spattering.

At first, the visitors were surprised and embarrassed, but as the days went by, they rather enjoyed it and cheered.

The more cruel and scary it is, the more fun and hot it feels.

Paul's face hardened as he listened to the cheers of such spectators.

'Crowl!'

Paul, who gave up a little groan inside, glanced down at his chest.

I couldn't see it in my eyes, but every time I breathed, I felt a crack in my ribs.

Paul bit his lips and saw the disciples of Shaolin on the stairs.

There were three people behind the clock. At first, there were twelve monks standing, but they were injured and wounded during the battle and all were taken away.

And so was Second Shaolin. Middle-aged people at the second Shaolin Temple also stepped down after losing one by one due to a lack of stamina in the fierce battle.

Middle-aged people at the second Shaolin Temple were a little superior, but their hands were so strong that they were injured if they were careless or made mistakes.

And so did Paul now. Paul was superior in ability, but he didn't expect a counterattack by hitting him with his fist.

So he allowed a blow to the chest, and the blow left the ribs.

A fight between a man who fights to win and a man who fights to kill. No wonder it wasn't easy.

They're no match for them. This is the only one I can trust.

Paul was also aware of Jong-seok's ability. But there were three opponents.

In addition, the order in which it came out grew stronger and stronger. That meant the remaining three were stronger than ever.

I'll take one more.

If you don't want to put pressure on Jong-seok, you'd better deal with one more person.

As I took a deep breath, Jong-seok approached him.

"That's it."

"I can do more."

At Paul's words, Jong-seok looked at him and lightly pressed his chest.

"Growl!"

Jong-seok said to Paul's groaning.

"It's going to be six weeks in total. If you get hit wrong, your ribs will damage your organs."

Paul bowed his head in unison after a while at Jong-seok's words.

"They're full of life. Be careful."

"Don't worry. Take care of yourself.

Paul bowed to Jong-seok's horse and climbed the stairs. When Paul came up, the elder looked at his details, took out the medicine, and applied it to his chest.

He looked on the right side of the stone.

The face of the hour was red-hot. Nine of the 18 nahans that I brought with me were killed.

The monk behind him opened his mouth when he raised his hand with a red-hot face.

"He's strong. I'll deal with it."

"Strong?"

"I'm strong."

"Can you win?"

The monk was silent at the question of time. I just kept my head down.

"I'll do my best."

"Hurrah, do you mean you're not confident?"

"He's strong."

At the answer of Mansong, the hour of the hour pointed to the monk behind him.

Sweep!

The monk joined him and began to slowly go down the stairs.

"The touched priest can't handle it."

"I can lose my stamina for now.

At the word of the hour, he was looking at him and looked down at the stone without a wordlessly.

'I don't think I'll be able to lose my stamina.

Jong-seok looked at the monk standing in front of him and bowed his head while he was looking at him.

The monk bowed his head as the class president.

Looking at the scene, Jong-seok lightly extended his hands and took a light pose as a Cheonyeop-soo.

'You don't have to open up to the...'

Jong-seok, who was thinking, frowned. Along with each other's posture, the monk feels strong.

I felt the monks' lives on the stairs, but looking at each other like this made me feel stronger.

And... the life directed at himself felt bad. He laughed as Jong-seok looked at the monk sharply.

"Live... and if it comes out that way, I'll treat you the same way."

With his thoughts, Jong-seok raised his life with his hands out.

Argh!

And when the blood spewed from Jong-seok's body, he began to press the monk.

Jong-seok was able to shoot out enough to keep up with anyone if he had to live. I've had a lot of fun with it in America.

Fa'at!

The monk's body became stiff as Jong-seok spewed out flesh. He lived so intensely that he became as stiff as a mouse in front of a snake.

"Growl! What the... Live a life stronger than the death penalty.

The monk, who had been hardened to life, bit his lips to wake up.

Growl!

The monk, who came to his senses with a stream of blood flowing from his lips, jumped on Jong-seok.

I'm trying to win quickly rather than continue to live like this.

The monk, who ran fast, quickly began to blow fists and kicks. The stalactites avoided and pushed it away lightly.

Papapot! Papapot!

Jong-seok, who had been avoiding the opponent's attack in such a moderate manner, lightly tapped the monk's knee.

Shaking!

When the monk lost his balance and shook, Jong-seok quickly hit his chest in succession.

Papapapapapat! Pufferpuck!

The monk's body wriggled over Jong-seok's fist. But I couldn't avoid or back down.

It's so powerful and fast that it can't move and defend itself.

I couldn't even put my hand up there for defense. When he tried to raise his hand, he struck out the place where he knew it was like a ghost.

All a monk could do was just wait for Jong-seok's hand to stop.

And...

Puck!

Jong-seok hit the monk hard in the chest for the last time and stepped back.

The monk's body went straight back with Jongseok stepping back.

Srrrrrrrr!

Seeing the monk falling down with a heavy sound, Jong-seok reached out his hand toward the right angle.

I meant to tell my next opponent to come out.

Jong-seok's eyes on him hardened his face. Man-jin, who is considered one of the best players among 18 Koreans, collapsed without using his hands properly.

"I'll deal with it."

I didn't say anything more about Man-song coming forward.

Looking at the situation, I didn't think other students should go out. It would be better if I were to be less humiliated.

Watching the monks supporting the fallen Manjin, Jongseok saw Mansong standing in front of him.

"He's unconscious, but he wouldn't have been seriously hurt."

"Thank you for keeping things in your hands."

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he was watching Man-song join hands.

"I want to ask you a question."

"I'll talk to you after the game is over."

He took a full posture with the horse.

Boom boom! Boom boom!

The clothes began to expand as soon as the full length of the rope was in position was applied. Along with him, I felt a strong history of Mansong.

I can't believe you're building that kind of history with just your eyes. That's great.'

Even if you don't learn how to be an internal mind, you will have an internal mind if you practice hard. This was the case with Kang Seung-yoon and his therapists.

And all the monks who were against him today had the inside work.

But now Mansong's inner strength was incomparably stronger than theirs.

Besides, he's got blood scents...

Why is it that the student of Shaolin spews out so much?'

Whether orthodox or not, they are monks who follow the will of Shoreim externally.

But this kind of life and blood... In addition, this bloodstream was saying that the experience of the chief of Shaolin Temple belonged to a man who had killed a man.

Jong-seok, who was looking at Man-song with a stiff face, saw Jang-no. He didn't look very well either.

Jong-seok's experience in the book, Jang-no, is a person who has experienced it in person.

So there's no reason why he can't feel this way of life and blood.

'First of all, finish quickly. And let's find out. Why they're so bloody.

Jong-seok has taken a posture with his thoughts.

"Let's get started."

After a short while, I kicked the ground as if I were holding my breath at Jong-seok's words.

Bang!

The ground that had been treading on the ground was broken down, as hard as I could see how hard it was.

And in an instant, the fist of Mansong, standing in front of Jongseok, moved quickly.

'I Han Kwon'

What unfolded out of the hand of Mansong was the right of mine. But its speed and strength were strong and fast.

Papapot! Papapot!

The last stone moved quickly to avoid the terrible flying Kwon and raised his hand to block it.

And...

Puck!

"Crrrrrrrrr!"

The new type of stone has been pushed back as it is.

'What power?'

I tried to crush, push, and twist with a ball, but there was no time for it.

The power of the rock to push and twist was pressed with full force.

All I could do was get that power and kill with my feet.

The pushed back Jong-seok saw the full bloom. His eyes were filled with surprise.

Man-song attacked the ground again in that gaze.

Papapot! Papapot!

Once he was attacked, Jong-seok responded by avoiding the attack.

Papapot! Papapot!

"Your skills. This isn't everything."

Avoidance of passing fists, rubbing his face against the words of Mansong, Jong-seok hit the ground with his hands and fired a series of kicks.

Papapapat! Pappat!

Jong-seok's face hardened as he was hitting the upper body of Man-song in succession.

As soon as he hit the bayonet, he felt like he was hitting a block of steel bars.

And all the feet moved on the face of the stalagmites in such a land.

Papapot! Pot!

A new model of Jong-seok, who hurriedly raised his hand at Mansong's feet to prevent the attack, was pushed back.

Whispering!

After being pushed back, Jong-seok quickly landed on the ground, bouncing his back and positioning himself in the air.

Bam!

Lightly down to the ground, Jong-seok shook himself. The remaining strength of the body was relieved by lightly spreading dry balls.

"Did you learn something like Cheolpo Sam?'

It's the iron pork that makes your body firm by working in the outer space. When Jong-seok saw the full bloom, he rushed back toward Jong-seok.

Pavat! Pavat!

When Mansong's attack was averted, Mansong quickly said,

"If you're not making fun of me, don't avoid it but deal with me with all your might. This isn't what you're capable of, is it?"

Jong-seok, who was avoiding Mansong's fist, glanced at him. He stared at the stone and opened his mouth coldly.

"or I will kill you."

Man-song's words stopped Jong-seok from avoiding. And he held a fist flying toward his face with his hand.

Puck!

Boom boom!

Surprised by his fist caught in the air, the ten thousand songs were hardened for a while, and then he hurriedly pulled his hand.

But his fist in Jong-seok's hand didn't budge.

He struck Jong-seok in the arm with another fist.

Pod!

But the fist was also held in Jong-seok's hands. In terms of size, ten thousand large fists, which seem to be twice as different, are caught by the small fists of the stalagmites and not budged.

Shaking!

Mansong was shaking his whole body to see if he was trying to pull his fist out.

Gold light was flowing softly from Jong-seok's eyes when he saw such a full bloom.

Now Jong-seok is holding his fist full of excitement.

In that condition, Jong-seok opened his mouth.

"How many people have you killed?"

I began to live in the eyes of all the people at the question of Jong-seok.

"Is there anyone who counts those things?"

Jong-seok put his fist in his hand at the words of Mansong.

Pavat!

When Jong-seok let go of his hand, ten thousand of them hurried back.

"Come on, I'll give you a break, if not power."

I breathed my breath into Jong-seok's words.

"Hahaha!"

As soon as I took a deep breath, a new model of Mansong hit the stalactites.

Pod!

Jong-seok's palms headed toward his ship with a light twist of his head to avoid the fist wielded by a fountain of flowers.

But Mansong had no intention of avoiding it.

"A long shot... "

Muscles can block long balls. Block the boat and swing your fist.

Ten thousand of them gave him strength in the stomach and shook his fist. But Mansong couldn't shake all his fists.

Puck!

As soon as Jong-seok's palm touched his belly, his mouth burst open.

"Crrrrrrrrrr!"

'This is... what?'

As soon as Jong-seok's hand hit the stomach, Man-song felt the pain of all the organs in the ship exploding.

I've been shot before, and compared to that, it's like a missile stuck in a ship.

Gourrukid!

He was not aware of the drooling of saliva from his mouth. And I couldn't move a muscle.

I just couldn't wake up to the pain in my stomach.

And then Jong-seok reached out his hand to such a full moon.

"This is not a sparrow. "I owe it to Shaolin, and I will punish the madman who lives under his name."

The hand of the stone moved with the horse.

Punch! Punch!

Every time Jong-seok's hand moved, his body began to shake like crazy.