Chapter 29

Chapter 28: New Combat Style (3)

"Here, you punch like this."

"No, that's not it. Here, you bow your head and then do it like this. You have to thrust it out like this, I tell you."

From early morning, the two old men were engaged in a heated debate.

This was because an intelligence agent who had been scouting the Central Plains early in the morning had come to the Thousand Days Pavilion and informed them about the Central Plains' boxing techniques, and they were each insisting that their own movements were correct.

"Really, I'm right. This is the martial art of the prestigious Emei Sect. How could it be so shoddy? Watch me carefully."

Under Du Bi's watchful eye, Du Hong stepped forward.

He soon held his fists at his waist, adjusted his breathing, and took a stance.

Then, he let out a loud battle cry and thrust his fist forward.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

"Ha. Ha. Haha!"

At the same time, groans erupted in response to Du Hong's battle cry.

This was because Seohui, tied to a cross-shaped wooden post with his arms spread wide, had become a human dead tree and received his attack solidly.

"Huff--."

After thrusting his fist a few times, Du Hong retracted his extended fist and took a breath.

It was clearly the finishing move to anyone watching.

However,

"Alright, let's start now?"

"…!"

Du Hong, who had been glaring with snake-like eyes, suddenly spread his palms and made a sound to match the movement.

"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"

"Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!"

His powerful battle cry led the way, and Seohui's screams quickly followed.

Though it was called a boxing technique, he didn't stop there.

Piercing with his fingers.

Pressing acupoints with hand movements.

Striking with his palms.

A mad martial art that repeatedly punched, hit, pinched, and struck.

Slap!

"Ouch!"

Du Hong finished with a slap, which wasn't part of the martial art taught by the intelligence agent, and then looked at Du Bi.

"Huff. How was it?"

Unlike Du Hong's proud face, Du Bi revealed a sneer.

"That's not it. The original Xingyi Quan's three moves, which were created based on animal movements, end with a low kick after striking the abdomen."

"Is that so? Show me from the first move, then."

"I've been waiting for this."

As Du Hong returned to his position, this time Du Bi stepped forward.

He met Seohui, who was shaking his head, and Du Bi casually ignored him.

"Here I go--!"

Du Bi swung his fist with a childish tone, as if a child of five or six would use.

"Whoosh!"

"Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!"

His incredible speed and power struck the abdomen.

His voice also became increasingly bizarre.

"Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"

"Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!"

Seohui's screams changed to match his cheap voice.

Then, it came.

The finishing move of the third move.

"Smack!"

"Ouch!"

The moment Du Bi's fist struck the vital point of the human dead tree, Seohui experienced the sensation of clapping hands with the Grim Reaper.

"Kuh!"

A pain that was fundamentally different from mere physical pain.

'Is... is it broken...?'

His mind was completely blacked out, overwhelmed by the concern for his lower body.

"How was it?"

When Du Bi asked, Du Hong gave a thumbs up.

Looking at each other, they soon wore satisfied expressions.

'Let's finish it here.'

Even as his consciousness came and went, Seohui could only think of that.

Now, it doesn't matter what combat style it is.

Whether it's a combat style or not, he felt he couldn't live if he didn't beat these people right away.

Du Hong's Woof Woof (7/8)

Even as his values collapsed, the text above Seohui's head remained unchanged.

The seven he had barely filled by receiving subhuman treatment until yesterday.

The last one.

If he becomes a human dead tree and receives their punches, he will complete the eight.

But...

"Here, you do it like this."

"No, that's not it. Didn't you just see? Here, you have to strike back."

'Right. Let's kill them all.'

Seohui's sanity was half gone as he listened to their conversation.

This was his limit.

"Here, not there. You have to show it directly."

"I'll demonstrate."

Just as the two old men were bickering,

'Huh?'

Seohui's eyes, which had been gathering inner strength, suddenly widened.

The number he had been eagerly awaiting was finally complete.

[Request completed.]

Du Hong's Woof Woof (8/8)

'Ah...!'

Seohui involuntarily let out a groan.

A life of six days that felt like hell.

The moment the reward for the combat style he had been expecting was revealed before his eyes.

<Now, Seohui can choose a 'Combat Style'.>

Right. What is it?

What is this reward that made him wait for an eternity?

<The Combat Style can be changed at any time. Please select from the top.>

With the text, something appeared at the top.

[Combat Style]

When he pressed it,

▶ Turn-based combat (Click for details.)

▷ AI combat (Click for details.)

These options appeared.

But what does this mean now?

When the people who made an irreversible mistake are right in front of him.

"This time, I'll go first."

Du Bi walked out, cracking his neck from side to side.

Seeing him swing his fist as he walked, Seohui started laughing like a madman.

"Kuh! Kuh! 450 slaps... "

"…?"

"28 random hits to the buttocks, 5 playful nose breaks, 10 punches to the face, 80 kicks with emotion, 76 kicks to the buttocks for practice, and over 90 stomps on the upper and lower body."

"…What is this guy saying?"

Du Bi's eyes sharpened at Seohui's monologue with his arms tied.

Still, Seohui continued.

"30 pinches, 60 slaps to the face, over 40 kicks to the abdomen..."

"Is this guy...?"

Seohui's rambling made Du Bi instinctively clench his fist and immediately strike Seohui's face.

"Ugh!"

Thud.

But it was blocked in mid-motion.

Seohui had cut the rope and grabbed his hand.

"These are the things you did to me over six days. I've counted them all and plan to return them in full."

"Wh-Wh-Wh..."

Du Bi, who had suddenly stiffened.

Just then, Seohui's foot moved downward and struck between his vital points.

Thud!

"Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!"

Seohui was certain.

The feeling of two tightly packed objects being crushed like tofu.

There's no need to see it.

It's broken.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

Du Bi's genuine scream proved it.

"This guy...!"

Suddenly, Du Hong was rushing from behind.

Seohui found it ridiculous.

His attack was neither fast nor complex.

So he returned it in the same way.

Thud!

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"

'This...'

There was a sensation.

But unlike Du Bi's, it felt a bit hollow.

Seohui climbed onto the screaming body and stomped Du Hong's vital points again.

Thud!

"This. This."

The feeling of shattering.

This is a sensation at the tips of his feet that can't be accepted unless it's broken.

"Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh! Kuh!"

In front of the back door of the Thousand Days Pavilion, the two on the ground started screaming loudly.

But their seemingly endless screams didn't last long.

Seohui was firmly grabbing their hair to move them to a new location.

"Kids, let's go to the toilet now."

He added a line filled with the release of his passion.

* * *

If asked about the most terrifying event he had ever experienced, Seohui could answer without hesitation.

"When I infiltrated the toilet for an assassination."

The suffocating stench. The sticky, cold filth.

Being submerged in it felt like losing something precious.

Like human dignity.

"Now you'll know how it feels."

Seohui wanted to teach these two what the worst humiliation in life and what a nightmare felt like.

He could only endure by thinking about it while carrying out the request to make Du Hong a woof woof.

And finally... the day had come.

There was a bit of a