Inside an emptied room.
“… Ugh.”
Sweat dripped down like rain, but the sweat wasn’t the problem here.
Compared to the swollen face, which resembled a steamed bun, and the body wide aching, would one care about the sweat?
Most of all, nothing could be done about the head. His head.
That crazy one had some kind of obsession with the head, and he kept aiming for the middle of his head.
‘Insane bastard… why the hell did he do this to me?’
Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon had a grudge against him, why?
“Are you lowering your back?”
Jong Pal straightened his knees and lifted his hips. Actually, putting one’s head on the floor and lifting one’s back was nothing for warriors.
However, the story was different when the body was beaten in every corner.
“Ughhh…”
“Pretending like this is tough? Feeling like you are going crazy?”
“…”
On top of Jong Pal, who was supporting both of them with only his head and toes, was Chung Myung, who was slapping the guy on the back.
“Won’t do it right?”
“S-sorry.”
“Tch, my temper has gone down a lot.”
“…”
“If I was like before, you wouldn’t even be able to open your eyes now. People would have just been searching for your bones.”
“…”
“It would have been better to have not touched me too, but the head… ah, thinking about that time makes me angry,”
Chung Myung jumped off his back and kicked him in the side.
“Kuak!”
Jong Pal let out a scream and fell down.
“The more I think about it, the angrier I get! How dare you, bastard!”
Chung Myung began to step on him without mercy.
“Ack! You evil bastard! No! Not there…. Ah!”
“That young beggar was bitten like he was caught in the cage of a wild animal. Yah, you beggar! I was never beaten like that by anyone in my life.”
Ah, to be expected of a heavenly demon.
That bastard wasn’t human, either.
“Don’t! Tie his limbs and throw him off the cliff!”
Jong Pal’s legs were trembling.
And watching this pleasant sight was Gu Chil, who looked wide-eyed at this reality.
‘Wang Cho is being beaten?’
Who is (was) Jong Pal?
Among the young beggars, he was one of the strongest out there. Hadn’t his talent even been recognized by the higher-ups?
Excluding the rotten personality he had, he was someone who was considered talented in the Beggars Union.
But now Jong Pal couldn’t even fight back and was being beaten like a dog.
Uh, that….
‘Is obvious.’
It is obvious.
If Cho Sam was Mount Hua’s Divine Dragon, then it wasn’t wrong for this result to come out.
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ROMHS Chap 151 - 350
AcciónThe 13th disciple of the Mount Hua Sect, one of the greatest third generation swordsmen, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint: Chung Myung. After defeating the Heavenly Demon and ending his reign of chaos, Chung Myung breathed his last on the summit of the...
