Chapter: 303
The human eye is divided into the main eye and the auxiliary eye. It is common to see the field of view with the main eye and assist with the auxiliary eye. For that reason, the eye that became the auxiliary vision had no choice but to lose its thrust.
It would initially seem that a person could see everything with his two eyes facing the front, but that wasn�t the case at all. The part that humans looked at attentively was only a fraction of the field of vision.
Pyo-wol digs into that point. There, he used his fine sense and synchronization at the same time.
He used his fine senses to figure out where the other�s gaze was headed, and he used synchronization to make them feel uncomfortable.
For that reason, the soldiers were not aware at all even though Pyo-wol was approaching openly. If there were more people or they were scattered more chaotically, Pyo-wol would never have used this method.
Because the probability of success was not so high.
It was a technique worth trying only when such special circumstances and special conditions were met.
When Pyo-wol reached the distance of the soldiers, he took a meandering path and passed by them.
Thrack!
Just like a snake flowing down a wall, Pyo-wol passed through the soldiers without leaving a trace.
It made the eyes of many people useless.
�Hm?�
�Did something just pass?�
Belatedly, people felt a sense of incongruity and closed their eyes.�
But by that time, Pyo-wol had already passed them and disappeared.
The inside of the Geumjujeon was very simple.
Except for the fact that golden pillars were standing here and there, it was no different from any other pavilion.
The security inside was so lax that no one stood guard. It was clear that they did not pay attention to the inside as compared to the outside where the security was so thorough.�
Pyo-wol raised his senses as he stood in the middle of the Geumjujeon.
Only one breathing sound could be heard in the fairly wide front wing. The breath flowing through the darkness gave Pyo-wol the exact location.
Pyo-wol moved to the place where the sound of breathing could be heard. It was the most splendid room in the Geumjujeon.
Furniture that must have been made by a craftsman filled the room.
And in the middle was a man sitting cross-legged.
Nam Hosan, the next sect leader of the Thunder Clan, was a man with a handsome appearance and a well-rounded body. Except for the corners of his eyes which were raised nervously, there was hardly anything else to see.�
He didn�t even know that the assassin had been hiding, and he was just focusing on feeling his qi.
With each breath, the color of his face changed. Sometimes it was red, and sometimes it was blue. Then it turned to gold again.�
It was truly out of the ordinary.
The cultivation techniques of the prestigious sects puts stability first. Martial arts, whose keynote changes in such an instant, are bound to be excluded from the beginning.
The fact that he learned this kind of cultivation meant that the Thunder sect was an orthodox sect.
Pyo-wol�s eyes who was looking at Nam Hosan did not contain any emotion. JrNovels.com
It would initially seem that a person could see everything with his two eyes facing the front, but that wasn�t the case at all. The part that humans looked at attentively was only a fraction of the field of vision.
Pyo-wol digs into that point. There, he used his fine sense and synchronization at the same time.
He used his fine senses to figure out where the other�s gaze was headed, and he used synchronization to make them feel uncomfortable.
For that reason, the soldiers were not aware at all even though Pyo-wol was approaching openly. If there were more people or they were scattered more chaotically, Pyo-wol would never have used this method.
Because the probability of success was not so high.
It was a technique worth trying only when such special circumstances and special conditions were met.
When Pyo-wol reached the distance of the soldiers, he took a meandering path and passed by them.
Thrack!
Just like a snake flowing down a wall, Pyo-wol passed through the soldiers without leaving a trace.
It made the eyes of many people useless.
�Hm?�
�Did something just pass?�
Belatedly, people felt a sense of incongruity and closed their eyes.�
But by that time, Pyo-wol had already passed them and disappeared.
The inside of the Geumjujeon was very simple.
Except for the fact that golden pillars were standing here and there, it was no different from any other pavilion.
The security inside was so lax that no one stood guard. It was clear that they did not pay attention to the inside as compared to the outside where the security was so thorough.�
Pyo-wol raised his senses as he stood in the middle of the Geumjujeon.
Only one breathing sound could be heard in the fairly wide front wing. The breath flowing through the darkness gave Pyo-wol the exact location.
Pyo-wol moved to the place where the sound of breathing could be heard. It was the most splendid room in the Geumjujeon.
Furniture that must have been made by a craftsman filled the room.
And in the middle was a man sitting cross-legged.
Nam Hosan, the next sect leader of the Thunder Clan, was a man with a handsome appearance and a well-rounded body. Except for the corners of his eyes which were raised nervously, there was hardly anything else to see.�
He didn�t even know that the assassin had been hiding, and he was just focusing on feeling his qi.
With each breath, the color of his face changed. Sometimes it was red, and sometimes it was blue. Then it turned to gold again.�
It was truly out of the ordinary.
The cultivation techniques of the prestigious sects puts stability first. Martial arts, whose keynote changes in such an instant, are bound to be excluded from the beginning.
The fact that he learned this kind of cultivation meant that the Thunder sect was an orthodox sect.
Pyo-wol�s eyes who was looking at Nam Hosan did not contain any emotion. JrNovels.com
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