�I mean, it�s easy to impersonate.�Handing over sovereignty is a big deal for the kingdom.�If he had been instructed by Her Majesty, he would have brought an official letter.�Can you confirm that?�

The nobles looked back at the wind farm.

After hearing it, Bosun�s words were not wrong.�It is natural to follow Theraj, but shouldn�t it be verified that it is really Theraj?

�There is no such thing as an official letter.�Orders will come.�

�Hmm, then it�s even more strange.�How can we trust and hand over the sovereignty?�Do you have any proof of identity?�

�If that�s the case, yes.�

�If you don�t mind, could you check it out?�

The triangular formations of Fengzhang gathered at the center to form a straight line.�It was as if 30 people were absorbed by one person.

As if that one person had transformed into hundreds of people again, they flew in with afterimages.�As it rotated around Bosun, a black storm arose.

�Ouch!�

The first sword entered Bosun�s lower jaw and raised his face vertically.�As the facial part rose to the sky, thirty swords hacked Bosun�s body without a single collision.

The speed of the cut was so fast that the air vibrated like a bee flapping its wings.

After inflicting nearly 1,000 slashes per second, Fengzhang threw his body one after another and landed exactly where he started.�Jinyeol was a triangular formation without any errors.

The nobles looked at Bo-soon with a bewildered expression.�No, can I call that a bosun?

His body had disintegrated into pieces smaller than a fingernail.�Blood slowly leaked out from under the minced meat.�Something fell from the air and clung to it with a clang.

It was Bo-soon�s face.

He had no pupils, but anyone who saw him could tell that he had an expression of astonishment.�Her face with her mouth wide open shriveled as it drenched in blood.

�There is no one in the world who can impersonate Fengzhang.�

Nobles could not object.�Their current skills were perfect proof that they were Poongjang.

Indeed, Fengzhang�s tactics are impossible to imitate.�This is because it is necessary to imitate the movement of the wind as it is, so it is impossible to imitate it unless the individual�s skills are the best.

Those who implement fluid mechanics with the human body.

It was the strongest swordsmanship collective on earth that 100 such talented people became a wind and used perfect tactics.

�Teacher Bossun!�

Ekashi ran to the blood line.

Kneeling in front of Bo-soon, who had turned into minced meat, he tried to touch the skin of his face with trembling hands, then glared at Pungjang.

�These children����!�

How can you be so cruel?

Even if he doubted Theraze�s sword, Bossun was also the one who struggled to make Zeon king.�He was not the kind of person who would leave the world with such a miserable appearance because of just one wrong word.

Ekashi grabbed the frieze with the blade out.�However, he soon began to look at them with terrified eyes.

An indescribable black aura rose from the triangular formation of the wind.�It was a vision that only Ekashi could see.�The brain exposed to the death of 30 people caused the illusion of death. JrNovels.com