Chapter: 61
It�s okay to attack other children, but� if they get hurt, they�ll be beaten up by others.�
Pyo-wol also watched Gok Soo-chang die.
Although it was not visible on the outside, the attack of the First Sword inflicted a major internal wound on him. Because of that, Pyo-wol had to suffer for several days.
Every time he took a deep breath, he felt the pain in his lungs as if its tearing apart. Because of that, Pyo-wol was unable to breathe properly.
He couldn�t breathe properly, so of course his energy was weak. Yet Pyo-wol never showed a painful expression.� He endured with all his might, and continued to endure again and again.�
As he held on with his strength, his internal injuries began to improve little by little, and now he is completely back to normal.
After going through a series of events, Pyo-Yeol realized once again.
In this hellish place, the only thing you can believe in is yourself. And to be strong.
There was a high probability of surviving here if he could afford to reach the level of the First Sword�s quick sword.�
Pyo-wol bit his lip.
The goal was clearly set, but the problem was how to get there.
Even with his eyes trained underground, he couldn�t see how the single sword was drawn and wielded. Only the cold feel of the sword was engraved on his neck.
�I have to be more aware and responsive. Otherwise, I can�t get out of their grasp forever.�
Pyo-wol looked at the Thunder-Splitting method in his hand. It was the only weapon he currently had. He had to find a way using the in the Thunder-Splitting technique.�
He didn�t spare a glance at the Poisonous Dragon Heart method.�
Pyo-wol frantically delved into only one method of cultivation.�
Time passed.
The training became more severe.
The bridgeheads pushed the children to their limits.
There were children who suffocated while learning the Turtle Breathing Technique (????? Gwisik Daebeop)1, and there were children who lost their lives by using poison incorrectly.
Children have always had to fight death.
The custodians took special care in teaching the children swordsmanship and assasination techniques.� The martial arts they were teaching them were the martial arts of murder that pursued extreme efficiency. There was no such thing as depth in such a void.
If you don�t kill your opponent in one hit, you die.
Because of that, they had to risk everything they had on the first hit.
The children�s personalities became colder and tougher. Their eyes were like a beast, always full of vigor.�
The custodians pushed the children to death again.�
�You must not outwardly show your desire to live. Kill the look in your eyes. Don�t express your will to live.� (�??? ??? ????? ? ??. ??? ???. ??? ?? ???? ??.�)
Children who are already full of life are killing to survive again. It never got easy. But they had to. If you can�t do it, it�s because the custodians� have been brutally driven. (?? ??? ??? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?? ???? ????. ??? ?? ??. ??? ??? ???? ???????? ???? ????.)
Again, many children died in the process.
Now there were only about thirty-five children left. They didn�t know how many more of them would die. JrNovels.com
Pyo-wol also watched Gok Soo-chang die.
Although it was not visible on the outside, the attack of the First Sword inflicted a major internal wound on him. Because of that, Pyo-wol had to suffer for several days.
Every time he took a deep breath, he felt the pain in his lungs as if its tearing apart. Because of that, Pyo-wol was unable to breathe properly.
He couldn�t breathe properly, so of course his energy was weak. Yet Pyo-wol never showed a painful expression.� He endured with all his might, and continued to endure again and again.�
As he held on with his strength, his internal injuries began to improve little by little, and now he is completely back to normal.
After going through a series of events, Pyo-Yeol realized once again.
In this hellish place, the only thing you can believe in is yourself. And to be strong.
There was a high probability of surviving here if he could afford to reach the level of the First Sword�s quick sword.�
Pyo-wol bit his lip.
The goal was clearly set, but the problem was how to get there.
Even with his eyes trained underground, he couldn�t see how the single sword was drawn and wielded. Only the cold feel of the sword was engraved on his neck.
�I have to be more aware and responsive. Otherwise, I can�t get out of their grasp forever.�
Pyo-wol looked at the Thunder-Splitting method in his hand. It was the only weapon he currently had. He had to find a way using the in the Thunder-Splitting technique.�
He didn�t spare a glance at the Poisonous Dragon Heart method.�
Pyo-wol frantically delved into only one method of cultivation.�
Time passed.
The training became more severe.
The bridgeheads pushed the children to their limits.
There were children who suffocated while learning the Turtle Breathing Technique (????? Gwisik Daebeop)1, and there were children who lost their lives by using poison incorrectly.
Children have always had to fight death.
The custodians took special care in teaching the children swordsmanship and assasination techniques.� The martial arts they were teaching them were the martial arts of murder that pursued extreme efficiency. There was no such thing as depth in such a void.
If you don�t kill your opponent in one hit, you die.
Because of that, they had to risk everything they had on the first hit.
The children�s personalities became colder and tougher. Their eyes were like a beast, always full of vigor.�
The custodians pushed the children to death again.�
�You must not outwardly show your desire to live. Kill the look in your eyes. Don�t express your will to live.� (�??? ??? ????? ? ??. ??? ???. ??? ?? ???? ??.�)
Children who are already full of life are killing to survive again. It never got easy. But they had to. If you can�t do it, it�s because the custodians� have been brutally driven. (?? ??? ??? ???? ?? ??? ??? ?? ?? ???? ????. ??? ?? ??. ??? ??? ???? ???????? ???? ????.)
Again, many children died in the process.
Now there were only about thirty-five children left. They didn�t know how many more of them would die. JrNovels.com
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