The trainees, who had been hesitant, rushed to Park Jin-sung in an erratic manner.
[Screaming]
It was quite spectacular visually, except for the idea of lynching one person.
'Hmmm. I tried to jump in nicely. What the hell is this?'
Due to the nature of the pool that comes to the belly button, the clash was delayed than expected.
It was also great that as many as 250 enemies slowed down. He did not seem to have any intention of taking
advantage of the large number of people.
Above all, these children were not determined by their scores. They were busy looking at each other's eyes
and looking at the same time.
It was then.
"Hold it! Press it down! [The stick keeps getting thicker!]
"Picture! Hold it down with a number! Press it down! [The stick stretches out]
[The stick keeps getting thicker]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: C
It is only thick enough to the weight that the owner can hold.
Overall combat capability: C
[The stick stretches out]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: C
It only extends to the length that the owner can withstand.
Overall combat capability: C
The male twins came at Park Jin-sung with different sticks. Perhaps because it is identical, he even neatly
removed the vicious expression.
At least, the twins faithfully played the role of spearhead. It was pretty good except for the fact that the twins
and other trainees had a relationship.
250 united people are scary, but 250 clumsily united people are funny.
"Hehe. That sounds fun."'
Park Jin-sung drew the most efficient way to fight with the twins.
Whoo! Whoo!
One pole on the right,
HJ: Whi-ing!
A stick of bamboo flew from the left.
The bamboo stick, which only extends in length, hit Park Jin-sung before the pole.
"Oh, my God, what is this? "Did you come to the school arts festival?"
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
The speed was fierce, but the power was just as strong as a yellow belt. Park Jin-sung pushed the bamboo
stick lightly and entered between the two sticks.
"Don't go wild, right-handed."
Flapping! My stomach is rumbling!
Park Jin-sung plunged his right hand into the water like a fresh eel. The right hand kept trying to kill from the
stick, so only the right hand was in the water and ran.
"Ugh! Oh, it's coming!"
"Hehe. That's right. On my way. It's a trip to you...!"
Park Jin-sung blindly narrowed the distance, but the twins couldn't cope at all.
The pole looked heavy, but it was terribly slow. It seemed to have already exceeded the limit of the owner's
strength from the beginning.
Park Jin-seo ignored the bamboo side and aimed at the abdomen of the twins on the telephone pole side.
Oh my god!
"Oh my god!"
Although it was underwater, the taste of the hands was enough to be thrilling.
The pole's rod was tilted because the upper body of the pole owner fell down.
"Ugh!"
"You won't be able to hold it properly, but why did you raise it so big? This is how you write it."
Park Jin-sung pushed the pole vigorously.
The owner of the telephone pole, who was already limited by just lifting the rod, moved in the direction Park
Jin-sung pushed.
Whoo! Whoo!
The telephone pole swiveled vigorously like a clock's needle, hitting the trainees.
"Argh! It's flying this way! Everyone, stay away!
"No! It's too thick! I can't avoid it!"
The trainees, who had been running vigorously, rushed their heads into the poop water.
The trainees, who had not seen it because they were covered by the people in front of them, or who hesitated
to dive in the mud for a while, faced each poor ending.
The twins on the bamboo side exclaimed in sorrowfully. "Wow! Wake up!"
"Were you the thicker one?"
"How dare you, my brother!"
The bamboo stick has lengthened He repeatedly aimed for Park Jin-sung. However, he couldn't even move
his upper body, so he only hit the air in a row.
"Is it my turn now?"
Park Jin-sung hit innocent trainees again as he turned the pole counterclockwise.
One shot Dozens Kill.
"It's flying again!"
"Oh, my God! Blood!!"
The cost of the bamboo stick failing to stop Park Jin-sung was tears of blood from other trainees.
Park Jin-sung once again scratched the stomach of the owner of the utility pole.
Oh my god.
"Gasp! Do, dongseng!"
"Where are you going? Just keep doing the weapon shuttle."
The twin brother was reduced to a scarecrow with a powerful telephone pole.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo! Whoo woo!
Park Jin-sung took his twin brother and dug into the trainees. Thanks to his familiarity with the controls, he
was able to swing the telephone pole more vigorously.
"Oh! Hey! My twin brother! Do something about your brother!"
"Just tell him to turn off IDEA!"
"Wow! Let's push JIN SUNG with my twin brother!"
The trainees' opinions were divided in all directions. There are too many cooks.
"As expected, I recognized them when they released the couple duo." You can't win by thinking about your
own safety like that.'
The social worker was full of iron, but his action was not good. He only tried to avoid the pole and waited for
someone to confront Park Jin-sung.
"Get out of my way! My twin brother! You have to push it away like this! In a way, this is an opportunity!"
"Don't touch my brother! You son of a gun!"
It seemed that opinions were barely gathered, but this time, the twin brothers confronted the trainees.
In front of Park Jinseong,
To be exact, in front of the gasping telephone pole,
"Don't come!" You fools!!"
The bamboos stood proudly.
"Hmmm. The development of the work is not easy. Is it a morning drama?"
"Just push your brother and sister together!"
"Our numbers are far superior! Let's go!"
Even if two people are missing from 250 people, the power is still 250.
The determined eyes became quite fierce.
"Hehe. Thank you for all this time, Mr. telephone pole."
"Ugh, uh..."
Oh my god!
As soon as the twin brother completely fainted, the telephone pole disappeared.
Park Jin-sung kicked his twin brother as dandy as possible to float out of the pool.
"Oh my god!" You've been doing this for a while!
Bamboo stabbing is enough just by turning your body lightly.
The spray caused by Park Jin-sung's rotation spread quite beautifully for muddy water.
"Spinning, spinning!"
Park Jin-sung went into his brother's arms in just two steps.
Oh my god! "Oh, my! Tongue, Tongue, Tongue, Tongue.."
"Thank you for your hard work. Hyung and dongseng, please get eliminated."
The camouflage that went into the younger brother also made the younger brother float away to the older
brother. As expected, they were twins, so the taste felt in their hands was similar.
"Huh? Am I the villain?" I want to be a good main character."
So far, Park Jin-sung has waited for the trainees to change their attitudes.
The parts except the right hand have been shaking since earlier. Since he ran out of physical strength in the
first place, he had to deal with only minimal movement.
"What are you all doing? Oh, you've been saying that you're going to fight for a while. What are you doing?"
Relaxation, which has been trained steadily like training, is only creating a bluffing effect (a technique that
deceives the opponent by making a strong bet with a bad hand).
I felt like my legs would stop first if I kept being checked from afar.
'Wow. Come on in.' In any form, trainees must rush first to compete in a tournament format.
A battle that is impossible without a trick that is one step higher than speed.
Oh my god!
Park Jin-sung's right hand, which escaped from the water gate, jumped to the stop.
Park Jin-sung himself was annoying when he shook his middle finger while shaking his wrist.
"Hehe. Come on in, come on in."
Park Jin-sung also pulled out his middle finger with his left hand.
-...!
The right hand, which was looking at the left hand for a while, was excited again.
Double, thank you!
Park Jin-sung also had no intention of overlooking these immoral comrades this time.
"Do you want me to come?"
This filthy pool is your Sticks, Jordan, and the river where your dead ancestors wave their hands.
Please don't cross the river, my dear.
I'll send it myself.
"...."
The people at the southern training ground noticed only one Park Jin-sung. In fact, except for Ahn Sung-ho
and Kim Se-yeon, there were no people who didn't lose their jaws.
Aghast gave birth to aghast.
"...."
Except for the trainees in the trench fighting field, they didn't even speak properly. Everyone was busy
watching Park Jin-sung with concentration.
The 10th platoon leader was among those spectators a very special pillar.
"Jinseong..." You really....'
Tears fell on the chin of the 10th platoon leader who couldn't close.
It was a child who was always bullied. Even the teacher himself gave up Park Jin-sung just because Idea was
F-class.
I even tried to force a child to transfer to another school, who just asked me to graduate.
"Laughing!"
Eventually, the 10th platoon leader couldn't stand the furious emotions and threw up with his eyes and mouth.
Soul grade F, Combat power grade F.
a child who had no room for rehabilitation by all accounts But that didn't even mean giving up on the
momentarily.
[Teacher, please don't misunderstand] I'm just asking out of sheer curiosity.]
[What?]
[Do you think there's a level in the soul?]
[Laughing] What do you call it? Of course I do.]
[Aha. But I don't think there's any]]
This is a conversation between Park Jin-sung and 10th platoon leader at the beginning of the first quarter of
this year.
I don't know what made a student who used to be F-level so strong. There must have been more than just
training seen at school.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! "Jinseong, please!"
In fact, it may have been strong from the beginning.
But think of the contempt and pain you had until your second year of high school. What did he think of living
at that young age to endure his own circumstances?
In addition, Park Jin-sung not only changed himself, but also changed people in a similar situation to him.
"Jinsung, you're the only one who can...!!"
The appearance of the Kwang Zombie Battalion was the biggest event of the guerrilla training. It would be
the most desirable change in terms of the nature of training alone.
"Laughing!"
The 10th platoon leader reflected heavily on himself in the past.
a self who worked carelessly but was full of desire for promotion
who abandoned the students during the plague
The 10th platoon leader, who became this messy, wanted to be a teacher for students at first.
"Oh, Jinsung... You're showing...."
The 10th platoon leader was a person with a lot of luck even if he thought about it himself. I had the
opportunity to start over without losing all this luck.
"Go away! Park Jinseo!""
The 10th platoon leader, who sincerely respected Park Jin-sung, burst into his voice.
"Come on in, come on in. Come on in!"
(Singing "Nodding!
Park Jin-sung's right hand also made a gesture to come in quickly.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
"If you lock him up, he'll attack you at once! [I'm opening it to trap you!]
"[If you swing a little bit, you can do full swing, right?]] Now, wait! What about the people who are close to
Park Jin-sung?"
[Hit the arrow at once
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: B
Overall combat capability: C
[Opening it to lock him up]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: C
Overall combat capability: C
[You can swing at full swing with just a little swing]
World Spiritual Unit Rating System: B
Overall combat capability: C
"Wow, they're all good ideas. It's better than a dagger"
Park Jin-sung turned off the dagger and took it out of his left hand again. It is difficult if the right hand is
fatally injured even by mistake.
Like this! Like this
The right hand, which lost its weapon, gave Park Jin-sung a flick in a row.
"Ouch! It hurts! Ta-da!"
Originally, 10 A-level fighters can deal with up to 1,000 groups without A-levels.
In other words, A-levels can handle up to 100 people.
In theory, however, the reality was not that easy.
A 혼자 alone has to deal with as many enemies. The terrain was unfavorable and the physical strength was
exhausted.
"Ugh."
The trainee, who could swing full with a little swing, faced Park Jin-sung first.
A tough net immediately hit the top of the two, and the last arrow to start reached Park Jin-sung faster than
the net and full swing.
"You got it right!"
One shot is an arrow that must be hit. Whatever the owner's ability, one shot must be hit.
Blowing!)
The arrow penetrated Park Jin-sung's right palm. Sensing the danger, the right hand looked in the direction of
the ballistics and changed it to the one he was hit instead.
"Thank you for stopping me, but I'm the one who's sick."
"Please fall down with one shot!"
After that, it was a puck.
While the right hand was drawn to the arrow, the full swing trainee swung his fist.
"Ah! What's this!?" Is this a real one-inch punch?"
The fist, which becomes a full swing with a little swing, hit Park Jin-sung's abdomen at a close distance.
"One more shot!"
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
"Oh, it's not one shot!"
Park Jin-sung defended with his left arm, so he somehow avoided a direct hit. However, the bruised left arm
quickly complained of pain.
"Is it too much?"
There are too many ideas.
The indiscriminate bombing of the trainees continued without considering the next move.
"Ah! Now, wait a minute!"
An arrow and a fist followed by a net.
The net, which had been predicted in the first place, finally hit Park Jin-sung.
Instead of floundering, Park chose to dive in muddy water.
"JIN SUNG is running away!"
"Don't let me run away! Get him!"
Where there was no net, there were already a lot of trainees, and where the net was located, it was full of ants.
Wow! (Wow!!
The trench battlefield was simply a cross between the net and the trainees.
"Whoa..." But this is worth it. I didn't even think of a 1:1 tournament from the start.'
Park Jin-sung, who rose slightly to his nose, sneaked into action.
Everything as planned.
(Singing "Bam!
"Argh! My nose!"
A full swing trainee whose nose suddenly sank was carried out by other trainees.
"What? Where are you?"
"It's the back!! They're raiding from behind, argh!"
Trainees who fall down holding their noses began to occur sporadically here and there.