I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 247



[Episode 247] The appearance of a divine dragon

Cheong thought after tasting the essence of martial arts called Shaolin of the world.

Wow. It’s dirty. It’s dirty.

It’s a completely specialized unmanned weapon.

If you insist that no matter how much you try to hit it with a sword it won’t work doesn’t that mean it will just go away?

Isn’t this a completely tilted playground or even so tilted that it’s like a sit-in protest next to a castle wall?…

If it were Jingeom I was confident that I would rip off the skin and make it covered in blood even if it was not the muscles. If you peel off the skin and gently pick it you will be like a Shaolin monk and all the tears and snot will come out because of the pain.

However the martial arts competition is an event to promote friendship not a place to start a cycle of hatred to find new enemies.

So even if it’s dirty it’s okay.

I have to find a way.

Cheong briefly reviewed the contents of the meeting.

distance. Yes distance is tricky.

The importance of distance in the act of fighting which goes beyond martial arts and is a broader category can be said to be a part of the fight itself that does not need to be emphasized.

In fact the woldo is more powerful than the great sword. This is because the longer a soldier is the more likely he is to beat him unilaterally in places he cannot reach.

Of course since soldiers move so quickly they are immediately incapacitated if they get close to them.

However assuming that they fight under exactly the same skills and conditions they will be fatally injured before they can even get close to the unmanned long-armed weapon. In fact such is the destructive power of the larger and longer weapon.

However in the days when the government exercised absolute control it was illegal for individuals to carry such ‘deadly weapons’ so swords were the main choice for the martial arts people.

It was a weapon with the best balance of being moderately long and light covering both moderately long distances and moderately short distances so it was called the king of all diseases and was the weapon most favored by warriors.

Other than that it is similar to a sword but has only one blade or it is a short spear that can be carried with two blades and transformed into a long spear or woldo when combined.

Or there was a club that boasted innovative functionality as both a staff and a weapon.

When it comes to functionality the ability to procure firewood (live wood) at any time through the tree cutting function cannot be left out.

However poor people who did not have the money to purchase weapons or those with slightly lower intelligence chose not to use weapons.

It was the type called Byeongshin (Martial Artist).

Even in Qing’s hometown famous fighters unanimously said that if you see a person holding a sword you should run away rather than fight.

For these assholes (martial artists) the only distance is close proximity where they are right in front of their noses and are breathing each other’s breath.

He then goes on to say bullshit that he can’t beat a martial artist no matter what weapon he uses at close range because he’s so great at talking.

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This is an impossible assumption even though it is impossible to penetrate the opponent’s weapon and get close to it in the first place.

However Shaolin overcame this brilliantly.

Even if it is not the Geumgang Bulgoesingong it is resistant to weapons with all kinds of external techniques such as Cheolposam Baetagong Bamboo leaf tree Geumjongjo Meteor Cheolseulgong Friction and the name of Baljeonggong (pulling out a nail) and cactus whose name will make the audience tilt their heads when they hear it. It was raised.

Because they train this as a basic from a young age it is inevitable that Shaolin monks will outwardly age quickly.

Then suddenly Cheong came to a great realization.

ah. I see

It was not a matter of myo-ri like Yu and Kang.

In the first place attempting to have a serious martial arts conversation with a lesser martial artist was problematic.

What kind of martial arts is that?

Cheong sheathed his sword.

Wolbong asked curiously.

“dole? Are you planning to abstain?”

“no. “Now I’m going to try to do it right.”

At the same time Cheong adjusted his posture.

It was a strange posture with one lightly clenched fist forward and the other fist in front of the solar plexus looking at the enemy from an angle.

okay. After all the Korean people love Taekwondo.

Since you’re messing around in a sacred unarmed environment is there any reason for me to deal with you seriously?

“Then I will go.”

Cheong was shot out with him.

Then he stomped his feet in three short steps and stretched out his fists vigorously. Wolbong responded with an honest straight line without any technique.

bang! It was an unbelievable roar from the clash of fists.

At best it is said to have destructive power as if it were made of steel not sharp anticipation.

And below Cheong’s elbow there were only a few that were roughly backward compatible with partial Diamond Bullion so it was possible to handle Gwongang not Sword Gang.

Oh. It hurts so bad.

Still pain is unavoidable.

However Wolbong’s expression became serious because he could not have imagined this formidable force at all.

Cheong stretched out his sore fist again.

Wolbong’s forearm holds out Cheong’s fist and at the same time the opposite arm goes far away. A fist rushing to the side. Cheong opened his palm and caught Wolbong’s fist.

And then it was a slugfest.

They deflected each other’s fists their fists collided again and sometimes the blades of their hands touched their hands brushed against each other their elbows split the air and their knees rose and crossed.

Aside from the Seventy-Two Jeolye Wolbong was an expert in the most powerful martial arts techniques such as Arhat Fist and White Lotus Fist.

It was nothing compared to the clumsy recommended liquor of the Qing Dynasty which only imitated the form with a deteriorated white border.

However surprisingly the fight between the two drew equal parallel lines with the momentum of a close competition.

Because Cheong was a woman.

In fact Wolbong was also dissatisfied with the unfair management.

In the first place the parts that could be hit in the bimu against female warriors were determined.

At best the arms legs and shoulders are not fatal and are hard and even if you aim for the abdomen it is above the navel.

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Cheong even has absolute defense against the most critical vital point on the torso the solar plexus.

In comparison Cheong targeted Wolbong’s chin eye area and even his head without hesitation.

Wolbong’s dissatisfaction was also growing.

Both of Cheong’s hands which had been pouring out strong strikes with straight lines and sharp angles suddenly drew a soft but strange curve and grabbed Wolbong’s forearms.

Cheong carries two hundred pounds with one hand. It was also a non-rebounding exercise using only the arms.

With both hands it is 400 geun.

However by using all the muscles of the body together it was possible to extract overwhelming power worthy of the female version of the female porter who throws mountains with a counter-radiation mechanism.

Wolbong’s body comes to mind. Boom!! With a loud noise Wolbong’s body shaped like a semicircle violently collided with the floor of the non-stage.

Even in the midst of this the ability to reduce the impact by hitting a fall was something that became ingrained in me through the arduous training of Shaolin.

However Cheong’s hand was still holding Wolbong’s wrist tightly.

Wolbong is flying. Although it was a very short flight that only took off and crashed in a semicircle it was an amazing miracle that made the audience at the non-business meeting gape at once.

bang! bang! bang! bang! The heavy collision caused the non-stage to break and get stuck repeatedly causing the audience to be horrified and unable to take their eyes off them wondering if they were going to die like that.

It was a time when Cheong was very determined and grabbed the wolbong and swung it. Suddenly strength surged from Wolbong’s fist and he struck my wrist like a hammer.

“evil!”

Cheong who was hit by the gun screamed.

You will know when you get hit. If I were hit a few more times my bones would not only be damaged they would break and crumble.

Wolbong’s fist closes again. Cheong let go of Wolbong’s arm just before Kwon Kang’s trajectory reached him.

“Ugh.”

Wolbong which had grabbed my wrist with its hand quickly moved away with a short groan. However he also achieved balance for a moment using the Cheongeunchu technique and got down with his palms together.

“Whew. Phew.”

Cheong took a breath.

Swinging a person who was struggling not to be swayed and resisting required a completely different level of strength than an iron ball of the same weight.

It was then. When Wolbong’s fist suddenly stretched out Cheong got scared and tried to stamp his foot…

A piece of Cheong flew over and fell over. Oh why why breasts again! You bastard! Now you’re aiming for someone else’s chest in a fight without even paying attention!

And then suddenly a shadow appears.

Cheong quickly rolled over at the rare sight of his bald head shining brightly blocking the sun. It can be said that Cheong is a professional cloud person who has already reached the level of a master through countless exercises on the bed using a technique called Naryeotagon.

A strong fist penetrates the unarmed floor like a hawk snatching it away. Cheong who did not miss that brief moment even in a world that was spinning so frantically felt chilled.

Wasn’t it a rain dance? Isn’t it completely salty?

Cheong quickly got up from his rolling rotation and looked into Wolbong’s blood-lined eyes. It was the look in the eyes of someone who was truly angry.

“Whoa. It seems that Hinayana underestimated the monk too much. “I will no longer look at you and do my best.”

“under.”

Cheong snorted in bewilderment.

What is it? Why is Ji so angry?

It was Cheong not Wolbong who was pranked during the sacred meeting.

Until now the true Shaolin martial arts have not been used at all as if they were hiding the power of the White Treasure with just one move warning that they can do this.

Even if you look down on people you can see the difference between them. This was also the reason why Cheong was so angry that he just used force rather than martial arts.

As he said he would not tolerate Wolbong was the first to step on Jinak and get crushed. At that moment the sight of Wolbong increases and becomes more intense.

It was a time when Cheong was raising his eyesight to catch an incoming attack and repel it.

Suddenly I held out my palm five steps in front of me and a huge force of Jangyoung’s energy hit me.

It was the great power of the great power.

As Cheong steps urgently the figure instantly splits into eight raising both arms and flying like a crane/ spinning gracefully and flying backwards/ jumping as if grazing the floor/ rolling a long way with the elasticity of both feet/ nimble on all fours like an animal. Running / Swinging around with the momentum from the iron pan bridge / Slowly walking away from the spot / Shooting straight like a cannonball each shooting out in all directions before suddenly disappearing after four steps.

Cheong turned his body around in a move that naturally followed Neungpamibo’s emergency escape.

Then the shiny bald heads of Wolbong approached again leaving an afterimage.

All kinds of seasonal gifts poured out from Wolbong’s hands.

The White Lotus Divine Power which leaves an afterimage as if it were wielding six arms and has the absolute destructive power of shattering cliffs swirls around and meets the enemy with the blade of the hand and the bullets of the four-pronged powerful energy that flies in a parabola are called Tanji Shintong. It was a new skill.

Cheong was busy swinging his arms frantically blocking throwing rolling crawling jumping and flying to avoid the attack.

No what is it? What’s going on?

It was Cheong who was only now painfully realizing his reputation as a world-class Shaolin.

But Cheong’s eyes are just fierce.

Even if you say it’s the pinnacle how much deeper is it? Because Cheong was the one who pulled it out with infinite strength and didn’t run away.

I’m pouring out a lot of strong qigong but even if I ate Shaolin temple elixirs and things like Daehwandan instead of rice I wonder if I could endure it.

And then boom!

Cheong’s body was greatly shaken after being hit on the outside of his knee. You bastard! A cowardly kick!

Of course this was the best new technique among the techniques called Musangak.

In Cheong’s tilted field of vision he caught a fist standing next to the bald head. As soon as Cheong urgently raised his forearm it hit!!

Cheong’s new model was separated again.

Cheong who turned around stepped on the ground widened the distance turned around landed and spat out the blood that had accumulated in his mouth.

I was able to block the fist aimed at hitting my cheek but I ended up hitting myself with my own will so the inside of my cheek was torn and my mouth was a mess with the taste of metal licking.

“Yes I hit it…!”

Cheong’s eyes rolled back and he ran forward with all his might. If the audience blinks their eyes once the distance between the four frames becomes narrower and they are startled and end up straining their eyes.

Wolbong quietly pulls his fist in his seat.

It was a preparatory move for the Baekbo Shinken.

When you finally take a step forward and raise your fist with a presence as gigantic as a mountain-

Cheong also stretched out his palm as if he would not let go.

The moment when fists and palms collide.

Damn-!!!

Suddenly along with the sound of a temple bell that shakes the heavens and earth a powerful explosion of true energy causes a very rough gust of wind to reach the audience and violently sweep past them.

And a piece of cotton yarn flying in the sky fluttering in the rough wind.