Chapter: 160
�Heh! This will be easy. Someone who�s an assassin baboon��
Whir-lik!
So Tae-myung snorted and recovered the dragon pole. Then the fishing line returned and aimed at Pyo-wol�s back.
The hooks on the fishing line were so sharp that once caught, it was impossible to get out.
Pyo-wol knew that too.
Still, he ran away without blinking an eye.
Both the number of years of learning martial arts and the level of skill was quite different. Still, the reason Pyo-wol rushed to the front was because he had an intuition that the opportunity would not come if he didn�t go for it now.
Pyo-wol�s nerves were at a standstill.
As his sight, smell, and hearing expanded beyond my limits, he felt the trembling of the air.
The movement of the fishing line sharply piercing the air was vividly pictured in my mind.
Pyo-wol stretched out his hand.
The fishing line was caught on his thumb and index finger.
Bang!
�You fool!�
At that moment, So Tae-myung pulled the fishing rod with all his might.
His fishing line was made of silk yarn. By injecting the internal energy, it can become sharper than any other famous swords.
Human skin could also be cut in half like a fish body.
So Tae-myung had no doubts that he could cut off Pyo-wol�s hand. However, the thumb and index finger of Pyo-wol, who grabbed the fishing line, were still intact.
�What?�
So Tae-myung opened his eyes wide in surprise.
The unthinkable happened to him.
Pyo-wol�s internal strength could hardly keep up with the depth of So Tae-myung. Moreover, the piece called Cheonjamsa was added, so his finger should have been cut off.�
Nevertheless, his fingers remained intact because he concentrated all of his internal strength on the two fingers holding the Cheonjamsa.
In other words, it was a matter of efficiency.
While the depth and vastness of the action did not need much internal energy, the delicateness needed for the operation was different.
Pyo-wol possessed a more sensitive sense than anyone else.
As he struggled to survive in the dark, his senses expanded. Such expanded senses were so sensitive that the average person could not even imagine.
When So Tae-myung pulled the fishing rod, he came closer, and when he swung it, he followed him like a scarecrow.
Pyo-wol was like a ghost hanging from a fishing line.
He had killed a lot of warriors with the dragon pole so far, but this was the first time this has happened. JrNovels.com
Whir-lik!
So Tae-myung snorted and recovered the dragon pole. Then the fishing line returned and aimed at Pyo-wol�s back.
The hooks on the fishing line were so sharp that once caught, it was impossible to get out.
Pyo-wol knew that too.
Still, he ran away without blinking an eye.
Both the number of years of learning martial arts and the level of skill was quite different. Still, the reason Pyo-wol rushed to the front was because he had an intuition that the opportunity would not come if he didn�t go for it now.
Pyo-wol�s nerves were at a standstill.
As his sight, smell, and hearing expanded beyond my limits, he felt the trembling of the air.
The movement of the fishing line sharply piercing the air was vividly pictured in my mind.
Pyo-wol stretched out his hand.
The fishing line was caught on his thumb and index finger.
Bang!
�You fool!�
At that moment, So Tae-myung pulled the fishing rod with all his might.
His fishing line was made of silk yarn. By injecting the internal energy, it can become sharper than any other famous swords.
Human skin could also be cut in half like a fish body.
So Tae-myung had no doubts that he could cut off Pyo-wol�s hand. However, the thumb and index finger of Pyo-wol, who grabbed the fishing line, were still intact.
�What?�
So Tae-myung opened his eyes wide in surprise.
The unthinkable happened to him.
Pyo-wol�s internal strength could hardly keep up with the depth of So Tae-myung. Moreover, the piece called Cheonjamsa was added, so his finger should have been cut off.�
Nevertheless, his fingers remained intact because he concentrated all of his internal strength on the two fingers holding the Cheonjamsa.
In other words, it was a matter of efficiency.
While the depth and vastness of the action did not need much internal energy, the delicateness needed for the operation was different.
Pyo-wol possessed a more sensitive sense than anyone else.
As he struggled to survive in the dark, his senses expanded. Such expanded senses were so sensitive that the average person could not even imagine.
When So Tae-myung pulled the fishing rod, he came closer, and when he swung it, he followed him like a scarecrow.
Pyo-wol was like a ghost hanging from a fishing line.
He had killed a lot of warriors with the dragon pole so far, but this was the first time this has happened. JrNovels.com
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