Episode 190 – The Legend of the Supreme King The story of the King.
“Whoa whoa——!”
Jasangnam roars.
It was like the shout a barbarian warrior would shout to raise his morale.
What is a little different is that Jasangnam is not a barbarian warrior, and he can kill a normal barbarian warrior with both hands.
If there is a similarity, it would be that they are showing off their writhing muscles to the world without a top on.
Of course, Jasangnam did not take off his top because he wanted to.
Just… It’s just that trivial clothes have lost the right to cover the body of a man called Jasangnam.
That’s why he just tore himself apart.
Ah… okay.
Jasangnam’s school uniform top committed suicide! Unable to overcome the shame that he was covering up Ja-sangnam’s beautiful muscles, he committed suicide!
Now, the only thing left in this world is not a Class A student at Astell Academy, but a beast.
Kuung!
Jasangnam took a strong step with one foot and stepped on his foot.
That alone lifts the floor! And it split apart, and his land was seized.
The villains, who are confident in their own abilities and think they are powerful, look at such a kind man with their eyes wide open, while the powerless citizens are shocked and fall on the spot.
His advance did not end there.
Boom! Thud! Thud! Thud!
With each step, the power of the advance increases and shakes the heavens and earth.
Across from him, there is a man with his arms crossed and looking at such a handsome man.
His name is Kang Han Nam.
He was a man called the pinnacle of martial arts villains.
It was so large that its wriggling biceps were as big as a person’s head.
There was a story going around among citizens these days.
A strange divinity that is said to be on the rise these days, a strong man who is the pinnacle of the physical faction in name and reality even though he is a king and a villain.
If two people fight, who will win?
The two had something in common.
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From the fact that he is so huge that it would be rude to compare him to others, to the fact that he does not use weapons and only fights with his two fists.
However, it was a topic that offended the powerful.
Kang Han-nam, who happened to be passing by, tried to blow the heads of the luxury people who were talking.
This is because he did not like the idea of a god who was obviously worthless daring to take his place as a great man.
And I didn’t like the fact that such a divinity dared to have the arrogant name of King Overlord.
Doesn’t this make him look like a person with the same power as himself, who is called the loser?
However, there was someone who stood in his way as he tried to explode the heads of two citizens.
The man who is being brought to the fore these days was a self-sufficient man.
And so, the unplanned battle between the defeated king and the defeated king began.
Haaa!
It was Jasangnam’s responsibility to play first.
The fist tears through the air and extends towards the defeated zone.
However, Faezon did not make any movement and just stared at the handsome man.
Kuung!
Just like that, Jasangnam’s blow went straight into the loser’s face.
But….
“What!”
The effect was minimal.
At most, one step… No, all I did was get pushed back half a step.
While Jasangnam’s eyes were wide open, Faezon pushed aside his hand that was still touching his face and spoke heavily.
“Now it’s my turn?”
One of his hands is raised.
The pressure felt just from that small action weighed down the man.
“Bite your teeth tightly, baby!”
Boo!
A fist swung in an instant. Jasangnam instinctively tried to block the punch by crossing his arms.
I soon decided to stop defending myself and take the attack head-on.
It’s not because it’s late. It was just a matter of fairness.
Faezon received his attack on his face. He took the approach of exchanging blows one at a time.
It was correct to accept it without blocking it.
Quaaang-!
A blow that struck with a loud sound on a different level from Jasangnam’s attack.
A handsome man who cannot withstand his strength flies away… No.
Chii Ik….
I succeeded in stopping him by standing on his toes while he was flying.
However, through the exchange of blows so far, the difference in power was keenly realized.
Paejon was only pushed back by half a step, and Jasangnam was pushed back at least 50 steps.
The difference in power is noticeable to anyone.
But he only flashed the wound in his eye and did not declare defeat.
“… hehehehe!”
Nam, who was stabbed with bloody spittle on the side, wipes the corner of his mouth and returns to his original position.
I’ll have to clean up the spit later. While muttering,
And when they finally faced each other again, Pazon folded his arms again and looked down at him.
Just with his eyes, it seemed like he was saying, “Now it’s your turn.”
Jasangnam did not decline. This time he planned to go all out.
Magical power spreads throughout his body.
Wow!
It was simply a sound created by magic power moving at an incredible speed.
This is the version of a handsome man, a handsome man!
Shuowaaa!
In an instant, Jasangnam’s fist extends and gets stuck in Faejon’s solar plexus.
Kuung!
It was a blow that didn’t change much from before. But it doesn’t end here.
The magical power that had spread throughout the body bounces and heads to one place, like a stretched rubber band returning to its original position.
That place was none other than the stabbed man’s fist lodged in the defeated man’s solar plexus. They are converging at one point in the exact center.
Breaking through one point.
Wow!
His magical power, released in the form of a stake, hits the loser’s solar plexus.
“…… !”
At once, Faezon’s body, which received a tremendous shock, slightly floated and was pushed backwards.
However, Paezon did not sit still.
He lifted one foot and slammed it hard on the floor! It hit down and held on.
Kahak!
But Pazon, who could not do anything about suffering internal injuries, vomited blood out of his mouth.
Although he was not pushed out far, he suffered a shock greater than that of a man.
Faezon’s eyes trembled slightly.
10 Steps.
This was the distance where Faezon was pushed back. There was a big difference from before.
Faezon struggled to maintain his GPA and began to return to his original position.
There, Jasang Nam had his arms crossed and an arrogant expression on his face.
The conqueror inadvertently looked at the scene and said, ‘The conqueror….’ I muttered.
Even though he did not like the idea of being given such a nickname, he eventually accepted it.
He deserved the title of king.
No, no word other than the king could properly describe a caring man.
He opened his mouth as he watched Paezon return to his original position.
“This is a technology I created inspired by the technology of a friend I respect.”
“…… ?”
“Therefore, I will give this technique the name Siu Il-kwon (施佑一拳).”
“… ….”
If Han Si-wu had heard this, he would have been shocked and shouted at him not to do it, but Ja-sangnam thought he had no right to say such a thing.
Every time he uses a technique, he uses Dina Sword! Dinananmu! Because he said something like that.
He didn’t seem to know that he was doing it, but it was quite nice to see Dina’s face turn red every time he did that.
Pazon remained silent. This was because Jasangnam’s words meant that the strike just now was a technique that had just been created.
Pazon thought. This fight shouldn’t last long.
‘End with the next attack.’
The intention was to subdue Jasangnam with one blow containing all his power.
Kugugugung!
It creates magical power on a completely different level than before.
A dense red energy began to fill the surroundings.
He pulls his right foot and right arm back, swings his fist and shouts loudly.
“Jeokho-kwon red-faced attack——!!”
“Hmm! Indeed.”
Jasangnam, who saw the fist rushing towards him, nodded his head.
As the name suggests, it was a fist that made you feel like a red tiger was rushing towards you.
But-.
Kuung!
“… ….”
“What… ?”
This time, Jasangnam, who had received the enemy’s attack with his face, stood still.
Jasangnam, who was silent for a moment, opened his mouth.
“Siwoomyeonpi施佑免避.”
This is the way I thought about my friend who was always shameless.
It could be said to be a type of self-defense technique.
It is not a face, but a face.
It’s not just that Si-Woo can be shameless because his facial skin is thick, but he always shamelessly avoids it.
As a result of using Siwoomyeonpi, I was able to retreat only half a step and stop.
‘You always give me great inspiration.’
He nodded, thinking of his close friend who had been stabbed.
Now it was Jasangnam’s turn again.
As he begins to raise his fist, suddenly Fazon throws his fist back.
If he continued like this, he was so impatient with the thought that he might lose that he broke the rules.
But that was a wrong decision.
“How dare you!”
Jasangnam, who quickly evaded the attack using Siwoo footwork, his eyes flashed.
Shall we feed Siwoo Il-kwon right away? No, no.
With that alone, you can’t be held guilty of breaking the rules and romance.
I definitely had to finish it right here.
That’s why he opened his mouth with a heavy voice that left a scar.
“My friend always gives names to techniques.”
“… What?”
“So I made one too.”
Siunanta施佑亂打.
Indiscriminate series of violence rushed towards the defeated zone.
“What, what are you saying?”
Only the miserable screams of the defeated son echoed there.
In a way, Ja Sang-nam, who respected Han Si-woo, became Han Si-woo perfectly.
“I… It becomes Han Si-woo… !”
Han Si-woo Punch!