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Jong-seok and Jang-no entered the concert hall. There were no designated seats in the concert hall, so people were sitting on their own.

Strangely enough, however, there were no people in the front seats. Then Jong-seok asked Jangno, wondering.

"Why aren't people sitting in front of you?"

"I'm actually performing with a sword and a spear, so I'm afraid I might get hurt by making a mistake."

"Ah... so are there people who get hurt?"

"It may not be without, but... More than that, you don't sit close to the crowd because you're afraid of them."

"I see."

Talking, the two sat at the front. They're not people who will get hurt if something flies in, so there's no worry or anxiety.

Soon after a while, the monks began to come up on stage. And soon after he gave the Sarim a show of martial arts,

You're definitely good.

I don't know if I can use it in real life, but the performance of Shaolin's draw was spectacular.

However, I couldn't feel the weight because I focused on spreading my power quickly and splendidly.

Anyway, as I was watching the performance, the middle-to-middle draws brought the audience up to the stage to imitate the martial arts moves.

As I was watching it, Hong-won came up on stage.

"It's the Hongwon of Namuamita-chip, Sorim."

When Hongwon came on stage, the people of Sarim began to applaud. Hongwon was also a famous figure known through various broadcasts because he was the best master of Shaolin Temple.

Hanging his head to the applause of the people, Hong-won opened his mouth.

"Did you enjoy today's performance?"

When people answered loudly, Hongwon joined hands and lowered his head and opened his mouth.

"Then we'll invite some of the audience members to the event where they go through Sorimsa martial arts themselves."

The rules of the event were simple. The people who come to Hongwon for two minutes are attacking.

Avoid or block the picture flood and do not counterattack. Instead, two minutes later, Hong Won attacked them and knocked them down, which ended in a way that didn't strengthen their spirit.

At the words of the Hongwon, people looked at each other and some of them came to the stage.

All of them were well-built, apparently confident in their fists.

Jong-seok was curious about the scene, but he didn't get up.~

I'm going to show you... What?'

A nice man was seen in Jong-seok's eyes as he was thinking. There's a healthy guy in his thirties on the stage right now, and...

'This man is strong.

The walking posture was stable and the muscles on the clothes were great.

"Well, he looks strong."

Jong-seok nodded at Zhang's words.

"Right."

Jong-seok looked at the man with his horse.

Something's wrong. You can tell from his posture that he's used to fighting or fighting. Why would someone like that come up here?'

The person who went up to the stage now was just going beyond the level of confidence in his fist.

And his face was slightly hardened as if he felt it in Hongwon.

However, Hongwon also posed for a while.

"Then let's get started."

A large clock appeared behind the stage with a horse from Hongwon, and soon the candle began to move.

With him people began to rush toward the Hongwon. Several people shook their fists and kicked at the same time, but Hongwon was moving leisurely, blocking the sense of authority and avoiding it.

Hong Kong is on the lookout for him.

Jong-seok's face was of little interest as he watched Hong-won's eyes on the last person to avoid people's influence.

'That sounds like fun.'

When Jong-seok thought of it, the young man was just watching people attack the Hongwon.

And as soon as he passed, Hong-won began to knock people down one by one.

He was knocking people down so they wouldn't get hurt, just as Hong-won did.

Hong-won, who safely knocked people down by holding them lightly or hanging their feet, turned toward the young man.

"I don't care..."

As soon as Hong-won was about to say something, the young man quickly sailed out of him.

Fa'at!

'Quick'

Jong-seok, who is seen from the side, is quick to realize that Hong-won, who is facing him in front of him, must have felt faster.

Hong-won put his hands forward and his feet pulled back to position.

"Wrong."

"What?"

When Jong-seok saw him in the murmur of the old man, he heard the shouts of the servants.

Surprised by him, Jung-seok raised his head and hurriedly looked at the stage. And surprise was young on Jong-seok's face.

The Hongwon was already stuck in the ground, and was being hit hard by a young man's fist.

Puff, puck, puck!

And those who saw it were nothing but dazed with embarrassment and surprise.

"The Hong Kong..."

"Sorim First Master?"

"You're right!"

Puff, puck, puck!

Hong-won was beaten and struggled around, but he was just struggling because it was perfectly laid out.

Moreover, he was used to laying down and hitting young people.

It's a mixed martial arts fighter.

I could tell by the way the young man hit me. He was pressing his opponent with both knees and hitting his opponent's eyes and face with his fists.

In fact, Hong-won was not this easy to beat. Although it is a martial art that shows, it has become the best master of Shaolin.

That meant he could be that good.

However, the young man tried his best to get it done.

As the young man rushed in, Hong-won fired a kick to check. With the young man's foot leaning and avoiding, he tackled it and knocked it down.

Martial arts don't have a method of attack... However, the Hongwon counterattacked even as it collapsed.

He punched a young man in the face. However, the young man stopped his fist with his forehead and punched it with his fists.

So Hong-won has no choice but to faint...

If what Hongwon did was a battle, what the young man did was a fight. The difference has given way to this side.

And Hong-won's body, which had been struggling to a certain extent, soon stretched. But the young man's fist didn't stop.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

When people were puzzled and hardened by the sight, Jong-seok rushed up to the stage.

"You're going to die."

Then he hurriedly pulled the young man.

Wha-ak!

The strength of the longitudinal stone pushed the young man's body back.

"Gasp!"

Boom boom!

The young man fell back and rolled around swallowing the empty wind. The young man, who was being pushed out of the floor, quickly rose up.

Then he looked at the stalks with astonished eyes.

'What power?'

When a young man saw Jong-seok with hard eyes, Jong-seok was watching the situation in Hong-won.

'My nose was broken and my eye veins burst. And there's a concussion... I've been beaten a lot in a short time.'

A muttered inwardly, Jong-seok calmed the concussion by pressing his finger on several of the heads of Hong-won.

Then, Jong-seok, who grabbed the broken nose bone and twisted it, came to his senses and saw the shaman approaching.

"Is there a doctor in Shaolin?"

"We have a victory at the head office.

He says he's a doctor, but he's just a doctor. There were doctors at Shaolin Temple because some people were hurt because it was a place where they were injured.

Jong-seok said when he was told that there was a righteous cause.

"I have a broken nose and a concussion. And there's damage to the left eye.

When Jong-seok, who had told Ui-seung so, stepped back, one draw hurriedly carried Hong-won on his back and left.

While Jong-seok handed over Hongwon to the draw, several draws approached the young man with a fierce tilt.

"What are you doing?"

"You're crazy!"

As the draws that came screaming took the young man, he shook his body roughly and removed the hand.

"Wasn't it you who called me up for a fight? Were you saying that only the weak should come up instead of the strong?"

The face of the draw hardened at the end of the young man. That's right. It's this way that I called someone to fight first.

But there is no reason to make people like this.

"All you have to do is win or lose. You make a man like that!"

"That's right!"

The young man smiled and looked to one side of the stage as the draws shouted.

Then I glanced at the young man's smiling and drawing a V-shaped figure, and I saw where his eyes were headed.

There were some people filming young people with cell phones and cameras.

It's a broadcasting station.

There was no such thing as a broadcasting station mark, but Jong-seok instinctively knew they were professional VJs.

And...

It's a project that the station planned.

Of course, it is a project that has not been discussed with Shaolin. Shaolin never approved the plan that Jafa Gosu was brutally beaten.

Jong-seok, who was thinking like that, glanced at the angry man. Zhang Lu's face was not good.

He thinks it's not his own sound, but he doesn't seem to like how a Buddhist monk named Shaolin was beaten to death by a foreigner.

Jong-seok, who saw it, opened his mouth while watching a young man over the draw.

"Isn't it too much to keep trying when the game is over? Monk Hongwon was already unconscious."

A young man saw him at Jong-seok's words.

"I was so excited that I didn't know my opponent was out of his mind when I thought I was competing with the master of Shaolin Temple."

"Does that make sense?"

A young man with a small shrug of Jong-seok's words saw a draw.

"So can I go down now?"

"What? Where are you!"

'Wait!'

The young man smiled and said to the draw.

"Hmm... you're not gonna hit me in groups?"

The draw faltered at the end of the young man. And a draw approached him as class president.

"Sorim's Hongmun asks the Lord to fight."

A young man smiled at Hong Moon's words and glanced at the audience. One of the people who was filming him nodded slightly, and the young man smiled and said to Hong-moon.

"Let's do it."

When Hong Moon posed at the end of the young man, the draw shouted at him.

"Prisoner, please scold me."

"Cheer up, Brother!"

Hong Moon nodded at the support of the draw and hit the ground as he glanced at the young man.

Fa'at!

Perhaps because Hong Won was attacked, he did not give a chance to attack.

Along with kicking the ground, Hong Moon blew his kicks.

Papapot!

Flamboyant moving kicks in the air...

You're wrong.

And Jong-seok shook his head small when he saw such a kick. The kick was brilliant but light.

Such a kick won't pierce that young man's muscles. And as he thought, the young man made a leap with his body and arms.

Pufferpuck!

Hong Moon's face was flustered by the appearance of a young man pushing in like a wild boar.

'This...this?'

It's the first time I've ever met someone who's coming in.

Then the balance of the Red Gate began to break. The balance was broken when the young man pushed him hard when he kicked.

And the young man caught the red-mooned foot. Hong Moon turned his foot in the shaft and tried to kick the young man's head off.

At first glance, a very fancy kick...

However, as the young man pulled his feet and rolled the floor, Hong Moon's body fell to the floor in an ugly way.

Boom!

"Argh!"

Then the red door began to scream. A young man grabbed his foot, rolled and twisted his ankle.

Boom boom!

The young man smiled and glanced at the audience at the screams of the Red Gate. Jong-seok frowned at the sight.

"You're doing that on purpose to get a magnetic screen."

The young man was deliberately overusing his hands. That's why Hong-moon will scream even more.

That way, you can get a more stimulating look on the screen.

And... I didn't like it.

He is the one who did the broadcast, but it hurts people for the broadcast.

Jong-seok, who was looking at the young man with hard eyes, moved his body.

Whick!

In an instant, Jong-seok, standing in front of a young man, raised his foot high and stepped on it.

Boom!

The sound of a heavy sound and being stepped on the stage hardened the young man's face.

The foot fell beside his head.

"Gulp!"

Jong-seok opened his mouth when he saw a young man swallowing saliva.

"Let's just... do it."