183 – Great Wind (6)
Jahan.
This young desert warrior who had a fight with Chester was a genius who stood out at a young age, and he thought Urgo would also be a big guy, so he cared enough to take care of himself during training sessions.
The pride of being in the eyes of the great wind, coupled with the self-esteem that overflows with the uniqueness of being different from others that comes only at a young age, made Jahan’s attitude bloated.
Arrogant and impudent behavior. However, because of the achievements that followed, everyone acknowledged their self-confidence.
For those who live in harsh environments, the value of ‘strength’ is greater than anything else. As long as you’re strong, most of them are forgiven, unless you’ve committed some pretty gruesome sins.
It was a natural trend, so the people of the desert tribe didn’t pay much attention to Jahan’s attitude. Urgo also didn’t care that he would become gentle on his own in life anyway.
Jahan naturally thought that he would become the wind that succeeds Urgo. Judging from the desert, Urgo’s age, starting to look in his 40s, could be seen as having reached an old age, and Jahan had no doubt that he would be selected as Urgo’s successor warrior in a few years.
However, suddenly Chester jumped out.
A demonic man of the desert with terrifying skills who captured the hearts of tribal warriors in a single battle.
Jahan was tracking down the fleeing chief, so he only heard about it, but did not see Chester in action.
However, seeing Urgo, whom he respected, treat him so friendly, he felt dissatisfaction stir deep in his heart.
Who the hell is that to appear out of nowhere and treat the Great Wind so rudely? Complaints piled up and piled up.
However, Jahan didn’t say anything because he respected Urgo.
However, as the banquet began, the alcohol that had risen from drinking and drinking again and again made the displeasure and dissatisfaction that had been suppressed and hidden in the heart well up.
And now, Jahan was confronting Chester surrounded by people.
‘Though he seems to have excellent physical abilities.’
I felt it during morning training. Chester, as well as the woman Monia, had physical abilities that were unbelievable for outsiders.
But that’s all.
Now that we are standing facing each other and posing, just by looking at their clumsily standing, we can tell that the opponent is a beginner who has not even learned proper martial arts.
Unlike Chester, who stood still and awkwardly, Jahan lowered his body as low as possible and took the traditional martial arts posture of his tribe.
The referee, who had been appointed for being closest, stood between Jahan and Chester, smiling drunkenly and red-faced, ready to signal the start of the bout.
And, next to Urgo, who was watching the scene, the chief of the opposing tribe quietly asked a question.
“Great wind, which one do you think will win? From the looks of it, that young warrior seems to be that self.”
“yes?”
Upon hearing the question, Urgo answered while drinking.
“Chester wins.”
Urgo speaks casually, as if asking for something obvious.
“Is that so? There are no rumored shining weapons, and from the looks of it, it seems that he has not learned any martial arts.”
“Generally, those who have learned martial arts are stronger than those who have not learned martial arts… … That’s a different story.”
Martial arts are techniques for using power correctly and efficiently. Tradition, culture, origin, symbolism, etc. are mixed there, spreading branches in various forms.
Take for example the desert martial arts that Jahan learned.
Because it is difficult to stand properly on the ground with both legs, the posture is extremely lowered to find stability. It is based on using two legs and one arm, two arms and one leg to attack while having a stable posture and foundation, avoiding the enemy’s attack by using the lowest posture and digging into gaps.
At the same time, it has techniques such as grabbing the opponent’s leg, knocking it down, crushing it, hitting it or knocking it down, and linking it with a joint machine that naturally bends and breaks the joint.
This martial art, which was developed to fight stably in the days when the wide feet were not tamed, took the scorpion as a symbol, added tripping and joint techniques, and acquired cultural meaning as the techniques changed.
It’s hard to say which is better compared to other martial arts, but the desert… In particular, if the place of battle is specified with this immortal Golden Land, it becomes a superior martial art than any other martial art.
However, that’s all about martial arts.
“In combat, to put it in the extreme, the one who hits better, avoids better, and blocks better wins.”
Urgo chewed on a piece of meat and said.
Chester can read and react to the opponent’s movements as if foreseeing them.
“Even if you haven’t learned the technique systematically, you can win anyone as long as you hit well and dodge well.”
When Urgo said that, Jahan heard the signal and moved.
Supporting the body with both arms, it delivers a kick in the form of stabbing the opponent with one foot, like a scorpion stabbing its prey with its tail.
However, before the kick could land properly, Chester lightly trampled Jahan’s side and waist, crushing him.
“Keep!”
Jahan, who had rolled on the floor, moved back to the same position he had been in and tried to attack, but Chester swung his foot first.
And Jahan, who was about to turn around and attack, took the form of putting his head into Chester’s swinging foot.
Accurately putting his head on Chester’s feet, Jahan received a strong shock and vomited at the shock of turning the world upside down.
“Keep it off… .”
I was drunk, and when my head was shaking, everything inside seemed to come out.
Jahan, who covered his mouth with his hand, tried to stand up, but before that, Chester’s kick kicked Jahan’s hand off the ground.
Seeing Jahan rolling his body again, all the desert warriors felt goose bumps.
Because Chester’s movements were so strange.
Predicting movement, yes. If the opponent ‘knows their own martial arts’, they could fully understand.
However, since it is impossible to master their martial arts perfectly in just one day, this is not realistic.
But why? Chester apparently moved first ‘before Jahan could act’.
When Chester moves, Jahan moves next, and Jahan’s movements are perfectly read by Chester, and while he is moving, he is attacked.
‘Does the evil spirit even see the future?’
Of course not.
It’s just that Chester moves his body in line with the response of the line of light at the moment he senses that the opponent is moving.
Just then, Jahan suddenly surged up the waterfall like a leaping salmon and lunged at Chester.
He gritted his teeth, saying he would take at least one attack, and tried to hold down Chester somehow.
It was the correct answer. Jahan will win if he grabs his body and presses him down, making him unable to move no matter how he reacts. Chester doesn’t know hunting skills, but he lacks fighting skills.
Chester’s head was turned upside down by a slash, but Jahan didn’t care and grabbed Chester’s remaining leg and knocked him over.
“Ohhh!”
“Go, Jahan!”
“That’s it!”
No matter how great a friend of the wind, Chester is an outsider. All the Desert Warriors were rooting for Jahan deep down, and their support for Jahan grew stronger as Chester gained a complete advantage with a light attack and defense.
Hearing everyone’s cheers, Chester smiled and looked at Jahan who had tripped him.
Standing on top of Chester, he pulls his arms back as far as he can to swing his fist.
Seeing that, Chester made an imaginary knife in his right hand. Clench your fist as if you were holding a knife, and swing your arms as if you were stabbing the opponent with the knife.
Chester’s fist pierced Jahan’s throat faster than Jahan’s punch.
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Lightly, as if inserting a knife and pulling it out, I put my fist together. It was a light blow. If only it hadn’t been repeated five or six times.
“Cuck!”
Jahan, who had been stabbed six times in the neck, falls down coughing.
Chester’s creations are virtual knives. No matter how heavy the knife was, it only weighed a few hundred grams, but even that much less weight made it faster.
Just like when you killed people on the island, you keep stabbing your fist.
Chester, coughing and suppressing his prostrate self, naturally climbed on top of him and continued to swing his fists.
Poke the temple, poke the side, poke the shoulder, imagine holding the knife in reverse, change the position of the attack and poke the other side of the face.
Even without a knife in his hand, Chester’s tightly clenched fist is as hard as a stone. Even if it was a light attack, the impact was not negligible.
“stop! stop!”
Embarrassed by the one-sided development, the referee hurriedly stopped Chester, and Chester looked at Jahan covered in bruises and bleeding from his nose and mouth and shut his mouth for a moment.
At first, everyone watched happily, but the atmosphere subsided coldly before I knew it.
‘Oh, I made a mistake.’
It’s not the first time I’ve had a gang fight, but it was the first time I’ve lightly fought someone after getting this ‘light line’.
As if being pulled by a line of light, moving like flowing water, I couldn’t control my body.
‘This is a bit of a problem.’
Should I say this is the downside of the ‘Line of Light’ that maximizes senses and instincts?
“Chester.”
“Sorry, Urgo. I killed the mood.”
“No, it is. It looks like you still can’t control that movement properly?”
“Yeah. I didn’t even know there was a problem like this until now.”
Chester saw Jahan taken care of by desert warriors.
“I feel sorry for that guy. I want to apologize later.”
“Apologizing will only hurt you more. Rather than that, being able to control that movement is an urgent priority. Let me help you.”
“Is it possible?”
Urgo grinned at Chester’s question.
“You have to be beaten by me until you can’t do it?”
“… … .”
Saying that he had to practice really hard, Chester sighed at the bleak future.
And, the other tribesmen saw Chester like that and their eyes lit up.
‘If you hold a weapon in your hand, even the great wind can die?’
It is all thanks to the existence of the great wind that the tribe with the great wind has become a strong tribe representing the immortal Golden Land.
Then, if a warrior strong enough to kill that mighty wind comes into hand!
The eyes of the opposing tribe shone with greed.
In their eyes, Chester was not a single person, but a ‘second great wind’ that would bring them glory and power.
And naturally, their eyes turned to Chester’s wife, Monia.