Record of the Dragon Chapter 42

Thwack!

In an instant, a bursting sound erupted. It had gone in properly.

However, Cheonho rather gritted his teeth.

'It's just loud!'

If it wasn't a vital point, even if it went in properly, it wasn't a big blow. Number Eight Hundred's toughness made that possible.

As if to et Cheonho's expectations, Number Eight Hundred's fist flew in, tearing through the wind.

However, Cheonho's gaze did not flinch at all.

Rather, as if he had been waiting, he snatched Number Eight Hundred's wrist.

Thump!

At the sa ti, Cheonho's opposite fist moved nimbly and aid for Number Eight Hundred's chin.

"Die."

The chin is a vital point. If it goes in properly, no matter how tough you are, it's useless. You collapse in an instant.

Crack!

The sound of bone hitting bone erupted chillingly. However, Cheonho's brow furrowed.

'Damn it!'

It had missed. In that short mont when Cheonho's fist was about to strike Number Eight Hundred's chin, Number Eight Hundred had twisted his head and dodged the vital point. And Number Eight Hundred's fist naturally flew in.

It was too late to dodge. He had to retreat.

However, Cheonho gritted his teeth.

'I can't retreat!'

It was a hard-won opportunity. He didn't know when he would be able to draw him into his own space again.

No, he might not be able to guarantee another chance.

Thwack!

He gave his face as it was. He felt a tingling sensation, and in an instant, his vision went dark. His head spun.

'Damn it!'

However, there was no ti to hesitate. Cheonho, as he had planned in advance, bit the tip of his tongue, and a fishy taste spread, and in an instant, his head cleared and his vision brightened.

It was then.

"Hut!"

In an instant, Cheonho urgently sucked in a breath and twisted his head.

Number Eight Hundred's fist grazed Cheonho's cheek.

Because the fist was filled with power, Cheonho's cheek was torn and blood splattered.

However, Cheonho rather showed a smile.

Thump!

At so point, Cheonho's two hands were holding Number Eight Hundred's two arms.

Number Eight Hundred, with a flustered face, cursed.

"You bastard! Aren't you going to let go of this?"

"You bastard with only shit in your head! If I was going to let you go obediently, do you think I'd be doing this?"

As Cheonho sneered like that, he headbutted Number Eight Hundred's forehead.

Thwack!

"Ugh!"

Number Eight Hundred stumbled back. However, he could not even achieve that.

It was because Cheonho's two hands were firmly holding Number Eight Hundred's two arms.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Cheonho headbutted without a break.

The blood that had splattered at once instantly dyed Number Eight Hundred's vision red.

"This bastard."

He was not intimidated at all. Number Eight Hundred was also a venomous person. If he wasn't venomous, he wouldn't have been selected in the first place.

Number Eight Hundred swung his head with all his might.

Thwack!

They headbutted each other with all their might. A louder sound than before erupted, and Cheonho and Number Eight Hundred stumbled at the sa ti.

"Ugh!"

"Damn it!"

Even in the midst of that, Cheonho desperately held onto Number Eight Hundred's two arms. It was because he knew better than anyone that it was his lifeline.

Thwack! Thwack!

No one backed down.

It wasn't a fight of whose head was harder.

It was a fight of who was more venomous.

Both of them instinctively knew that the mont they backed down, they would die.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Blood splattered in all directions, and the skin on their foreheads beca tattered.

Finally, the white skulls revealed themselves.

Even so, the two did not know how to back down.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

However, there is an end to everything.

The tense balance of the two venomous people who were endlessly showing their venom towards each other was the sa.

The tense balance collapses uncontrollably the mont one side shows a weak side.

And the one who broke the balance first was Number Eight Hundred.

"Ugh!"

Number Eight Hundred, who could no longer endure, stumbled and tried to pull his body away.

However, Cheonho's two hands were firmly fixed on Number Eight Hundred's two arms as if they had been nailed.

Thwack! Thwack!

"Aack! Ack! St-stop!"

Number Eight Hundred finally scread. However, Cheonho's two pupils, which were dyed red with blood, rather added more venom.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Ack! Aack!"

Number Eight Hundred, who was screaming, his one knee buckled for a mont, and before long, his other knee also collapsed.

Only then did Cheonho release the two arms of Number Eight Hundred that he had been holding.

It wasn't because he thought it was the end. This was the beginning.

Cheonho grabbed Number Eight Hundred's head.

"Ah... ah..."

The emotion of fear appeared in Number Eight Hundred's eyes.

It was not strange at all. This was what Cheonho had always seen on the battlefield.

When you encounter sothing familiar, you feel good.

Cheonho grinned and threw his head back.

"Stop!"

A strong force snatched the back of Cheonho's neck.

Cheonho, who had no energy to resist after having exhausted all his strength, was sent flying helplessly.

Thwack!

Cheonho rolled on the floor, raising dust.

"Gasp! Cough, cough!"

As if his breath was taken away, a dry cough erupted.

However, Cheonho soon forced his body up and raised his gaze. It was instinct.

However, the mont he confird Number Eight Hundred, who was writhing on the floor.

The mont he confird the black figure in night clothes even in broad daylight next to him.

Cheonho's body collapsed weakly.

Thump!

Cheonho was tired. His eyes began to close without him realizing it.

'Let's just sleep for a bit.'

And for the first ti in two months, he could close his eyes comfortably.

***

Tang Somun walked roughly with his hands full of luggage.

If you just looked at Tang Somun's face, his eyes were narrow and his lips were thin, giving a vile impression.

However, the venomous disposition unique to the Tang family was revealed on his face, giving a scary rather than vile impression.

"Damn it!"

However, that was also in the past.

The red and blotchy bruises and scabs that covered his entire face, combined with his originally vile impression, now gave a heinous rather than scary feeling.

Moreover, with his face contorted, he exuded a displeased impression.

The people passing by avoided him on their own.

But that, in its own way, was unpleasant.

Tang Somun's eyebrows twitched.

"These guys..."

In the past, he wouldn't have even cared. Rather, he would have passed through them calmly as if it were natural.

But now it was different. He knew best what his own appearance was like.

He felt that people's gazes were different from before. He got angry for no reason.

Tang Somun gritted his teeth. However, even that did not last long.

Tang Somun sighed.

"Haa. It's only my loss if I get angry."

The afternoon schedule still remained. He had to save even a little bit of strength.

Originally, he had only trained in the sword in the morning and rested in the afternoon, but from today, which was exactly a month later, he was said to also do lightness technique training.

Tang Somun's face darkened.

'It was no joke...'

It was Tang Somun who had watched Woonhyun and Cheon Youngyoung's training from the closest.

Every day was a war. As the days went by, they beca like rags. The wounds never ceased.

'Just when I thought it was getting a little better, he wouldn't let it be...'

After about twenty days, Woonhyun and Cheon Youngyoung's wounds had also significantly decreased.

As if they didn't want to die, they ran like crazy.

But that was as far as it went.

Moyong Gi, who had confird that Woonhyun and Cheon Youngyoung's wounds had decreased, had committed the atrocity of putting in one more guard dog each.

'Should I run away even now?'

He was seriously contemplating, but he soon had no choice but to shake his head.

It was because he knew well that Tang Hwagi would not just watch.

'I'm going to die, really...'

The only good thing was that the Black Jade Ointnt, which was excellent for treating wounds, was always prepared.

The fact that Myung Jin, So Moogyeol, and Zhuge Yeon, who were said to have already gone through the sa process, were clean without a single scar was thanks to the excellent efficacy of the Black Jade Ointnt.

'I don't have to worry about scars... no, that's not it.'

Tang Somun shook his head.

What was important now were the mutts that were growling with their big fangs bared.

To think that he would be thrown in front of them with even his internal energy sealed, it was to the point where he felt a chill in the middle of sumr.

As Tang Somun was walking with a very gloomy face, a black shadow suddenly fell over his head.

"Huh?"

He pondered for a mont, but the answer soon ca out.

There was only one guy with a shadow big enough to cover Tang Somun.

As Tang Somun raised his gaze, as expected, Peng Gahyeok was looking down at Tang Somun with a crooked face.

Tang Somun's face contorted.

"What?"

"That's what I should be asking. What are you doing now?"

Peng Gahyeok glanced at Tang Somun's two hands. Tang Somun's face contorted.

'Damn it. Of all people, to this guy...'

He was annoyed. He hated it more than death.

He unknowingly hid his two hands, which were holding the bundle, behind his back.

Peng Gahyeok chuckled. It was a clear sneer.

"What a fine thing to do. The great Tang Somun delivering lunch boxes..."

Peng Gahyeok clicked his tongue and sneered to his heart's content.

Tang Somun's insides were boiling.

He was already in a bad mood, and being scratched from the side, he was on the verge of exploding. He felt like he was being slapped when he already wanted to cry.

Tang Somun's two eyes hardened coldly.

"What do you have to say?"

"You're asking because you don't know? Did you stick to that bastard just to do sothing like this? Are you crazy?"

Peng Gahyeok, excited, puffed up his already large fra even more. Moreover, with the addition of a heavy montum, it was quite threatening.

However, Tang Somun did not even bat an eyelash.

"If you're dissatisfied with that, go and tell our uncle. Then I won't even have to go near that guy."

"What?"

"Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what I said? I said go and tell our uncle, you bastard!"

As if he had heard sothing completely unexpected, Peng Gahyeok's eyes widened.

The heavy montum that had been descending also disappeared in an instant without a trace.

"If you don't have the confidence to do that, shut up and get lost."

Tang Somun brushed past Peng Gahyeok.

Peng Gahyeok looked at Tang Somun's back with eyes of disbelief.

Tang Somun, who had taken two steps, stopped walking.

And then, turning only his head, he looked at Peng Gahyeok.

"By the way, you. Are you learning the Seven Star Sword Art well?"

"Huh?"

Peng Gahyeok had a bewildered face.

However, he soon understood the aning and his face contorted.

Tang Somun chuckled and then hurried on his way.

Peng Gahyeok cursed.

"Damn it."

***

"You're here now?"

Woonhyun, who was sprawled out, sat up. Tang Somun's face contorted.

Zhuge Yeon quickly approached and took the luggage from Tang Somun.

"You've worked hard."

It was a gentle voice that would make even the hard face of Tang Somun lt.

However, Tang Somun nodded with a reluctant face.

"Th-thank you."

The slender, oval face with beautiful lines was nowhere to be seen, and it was a moon that brightly lit up the dark night sky. And it was a very full moon.

'She must have been stung a lot.'

She had been stung all over without discrimination. If she hadn't covered it with powder, her face would have been red and blotchy. His mouth tasted bitter for no reason.

"What's wrong?"

Zhuge Yeon, who had seen that Tang Somun's face was not good, tilted her head. He had tried to hide it, but it seed his inner thoughts had been revealed on his face.

"Ah... no."

Tang Somun quickly turned his gaze.

Cheon Youngyoung, who was squatting in a corner, nodded her head.

"Thank you."

Cheon Youngyoung was not an ugly face either.

It was just that she was overshadowed by Baek Unseol and Zhuge Yeon, if it weren't for them, she would have been beautiful enough to occupy that position.

But not now. How pretty could a face that was sared with black ointnt be?

Tang Somun turned his gaze once more and then sighed.

Myung Jin was always the sa. He sat in a cross-legged position and did not even pay attention to others.

Tang Somun shook his head and took a seat next to Woonhyun.

"By the way, where did that guy go?"

"You an Gi?"

"Yes."

"He went to get Moogyeol."

"Is he okay?"

"Moogyeol? You don't have to worry. Since he's originally a beggar, he doesn't get sick even if he eats anything he picks up."

"Hmm..."

Tang Somun scratched his cheek.

Can this be solved by not getting sick even if you eat anything you pick up?

It was a hornet, which was more venomous than a honeybee. If an ordinary person was stung just once, it was dangerous.

No matter how much he had learned martial arts, it was impossible not to get sick if he was stung that much.

Although Zhuge Yeon and Myung Jin were out of their minds for a day or two, So Moogyeol could not have been less, if not more.

At that mont, Woonhyun, who had discovered Moyong Gi entering the training room, asked with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? Why are you coming alone? Where's Moogyeol?"

Moyong Gi, instead of answering, held out a neatly folded letter.

"What's this?"

Woonhyun tilted his head and unfolded the letter. It was a scrawl that was difficult to even recognize.

This was definitely So Moogyeol's handwriting.

[Don't look for . I'm retiring.

- So Moogyeol -]

(End of Chapter)