I'll Be Taking A Break For Personal Reasons Chapter 107

Lin Xiaoming thought.

I will die at the hands of that grim reaper.

But I don’t want to suffer the death of a dog.

I wanted to imprint the name Lin Xiaoming in the heart of that beautiful messenger by burning all my martial arts with splendor.

“shut up.”

bang! Quarre quack quack!

Quadd Deuk!

An eardrum-bursting explosion and a shattering pain engulfed Lin Shaoming.

Her vision was blackened by the pain that made it impossible to even scream.

‘…uh?’

After a while, Lin Xiaoming’s eyesight returned, and he was greatly taken aback.

‘天(sky)?’

I could see the clear blue sky.

I couldn’t understand.

He was obviously preparing for the final fierce battle with the only god in the basement…

Why are you flying in the sky?

Feeling confused, she tried to figure out what the hell was going on with the situation.

And saw.

The building that was the branch of the Three Associations, where he had just been, had collapsed.

‘iced coffee.’

Above the wreckage, there was a single god who gazed at her as she fell with terrifyingly cold eyes.

‘Awesome.’

It was terrifyingly thrilling.

To think that there is a man who can play with me, swordsman Lin Shaoming, like a toy.

Lin Shaoming recalled his uncle who was trying to use him as Chae Yin Bo Yang (a method of stealing inner energy using sex).

I thought men were trash full of lust.

So, he decided to learn the sword like a tenacity, cut down everything that stood in his way, and survive alone.

When the opportunity arises, even the Samcheong Nogoes of the Samgyo.

But it was just a long dream.

Compared to that person, he was a frog in a well.

Swoop.

The only god pointed his finger at himself as he fell toward the ground.

Is it the unparalleled martial arts that crushed his own body even beyond space?

‘It’s a bit unfortunate.’

If I had met that man a little sooner, I might not have fallen this far.

Not bad though. If I die by your hand

At the moment of death, Lin Xiaoming laughed.

“Kyahahaha!”

Kwajik!

* * *

All the elite members of the Three Associations gathered at the main temple, the Samcheong-gwan (三清館).

Among them, there were 10 S-class hunters active in China and around the world.

Although not a hunter, the elders of the elders who are evaluated as equivalent to the S class are twenty.

Class A and class B are numerous.

That number is 2,000.

There is no one who is not a master of martial arts.

Then they prostrated themselves under the seat of power of the masked Samcheong.

Looking at it with satisfaction, the first of the Three Kingdoms, the virtuous man wearing the mask of the benevolent Lao-tzu, said.

“It must be truly spectacular. Isn’t this the first time in 300 years that the members of the plenary have gathered?”

Youngbo Cheonjon, wearing a mask of chaos, said.

“Kihihi, I don’t think the main zone is too much.”

The Primordial Celestial Lord shook his head, wearing the mask of a dignified old man with a long beard.

“Kwonhyeop and Dohyeop of this generation are dead. Moreover, he is surprisingly said to have the power of a god. The sprouts of God should be rooted out. I don’t think the main zone is excessive.”

“Kihi, what’s good? Let’s listen to the words of the swordsman who convened the supreme meeting.”

Again and again!

A provocative beauty in a red chapao appeared on the spot, coldly stepping on the marble floor with her high heels.

Swoop. The woman gave them a lifeless smile and embraced them.

“Hohoho Swordsman Lin Shaoming knows the Three Gorges Samcheong and his brothers.”

* * *

At that time, the roof of the Korean Hunter Academy building.

“Heungheung~ Pork belly is delicious. It’s because the flesh is overlapping three layers.”

Cheeik!

“Heungheung~ Ohgyeopsal is more delicious. Because the flesh is overlapping five layers.”

It’s an impromptu song, but it’s not bad.

I wish Hoo Baek-ho also learned my talent.

Slurp!

Lilith and the angel soldiers drool as the smell of meat being grilled over charcoal gave off a deadly scent.

“Wait a minute.”

Creeping!

I swung the kitchen knife or the heavenly horse in my hand and cut the meat into bite-size pieces.

“Please eat.”

“Kyaa~ kyaa~!”

Lilith and the angel soldiers ravenously ran towards the meat.

Actually, I was going to eat chicken, but I held back because I remembered the trauma of the previous Skull Chicken.

“what are you doing? If we don’t eat it quickly, there will be no meat left to eat.”

“Are you all right?”

“teacher.”

Choi Kang-san and Mi-ri looked at me with anxious eyes.

Seong Mi-na was still hiding behind Mi-ri and peeking at me.

“Ah, it’s okay. In the meantime, I’ve been indebted to all of you, so I’m going to eat meat. Come on everyone. You, the swordsman, stop watching and hurry up.”

“That’s right. let’s eat.”

Choi Kang-san smiled and raised his chopsticks.

Mi-ri and Mi-na also picked up the meat with anxious expressions.

I picked up my phone and checked the time.

the blacksmith asked.

“Sword God, why are you like this?”

I smiled as I dipped the meat in ssamjang.

“The time has come for news to come.”

* * *

Squeak! Awesome!

Chaaaak!

Blood fountains gushed from the bodies of the decapitated masters of the Three Associations.

Drenched in blood, Lin Xiaoming smiled madly.

“I offer this sacrifice to the one God I love.”

“What are you doing! Xiao Ming Lin! Are you crazy!”

“Oh, the only god accepted my offering. happy.”

Lin Xiaoming twiddled his crotch with a face full of pleasure.

“Lin Xiaoming! Killing your brother has finally turned your back!”

“Kyahahaha! Goddess Asura Pacheonmu!”

Awesome! Crunchy!

Wow!

Six arms sprouted from Lin Xiaoming’s back and sides.

Shaoming Lin grinned maniacally as he clutched the swords of those he had killed in his newly sprouted arms.

“Will you also become a sacrifice to the one God I love?”

Wedge liquid!

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa!

The sword energy spread with six arms poured out like a storm.

“Hee! The descendant of the swordsman is crazy!”

“Kill!”

* * *

“Oh, here it is.”

Tring!

– A Shinto Salvation Quest has occurred.

-Target ‘Lin Shaoming (Cultist)’

– Sole God, will you save your fanatic ‘Lin Shaoming’ from the brink of death? (Yes/No)

Of course, I have no intention of saving that crazy bitch.

Still, pest eradication should be done at once, right?

“Yes.”

Shuwook!

My new model is gone.

I, the only God, command you.

Samcheong-gwan, the headquarters of the Three Associations.

The place where the legend of Samcheong descended from the sky 500 years ago with unparalleled martial arts.

“Ha ha ha…”

Lin Xiaoming, who had been hacked up all over, was lying on the floor soaked in his own blood.

The amount of blood shed made her skin white as if it had been covered with powder.

Looking at the outside, it was a scene of a neat beauty dying miserably, but no one there had any sympathy.

“You murderous bitch!”

Each of the muscular giants pressed down on Lin Xiaoming’s limbs and broke out in a cold sweat.

Of the 2,000 elite members of the Shovel Society, as many as one hundred people lost their lives to her.

The smell of the victims’ blood and human excrement gave off a terrible stench.

“Help. Indeed, it is the best equipment of the Lin Shaoming Hemp Association.”

Kwon Hyeop, wearing the mask of a living legend, Samcheong, benevolent morality, spoke.

“Kihihi, but no matter how strong a lion is, it cannot be defeated by a pack of wolves.”

The swordsman wearing the mask of the chaotic Spirit of Heaven, mixed with black and white like a whirlwind, laughed at Lin Shaoming.

“I loved you so much, lowering the sword of Lin Shaoming, but why did you betray us!”

Instead of the previous majestic mask, the swordsman wearing the mask of the Primordial Heavenly Father, distorted like a demon, burst into anger.

“Kyahahaha!”

Despite the gruesome appearance of dying, Lin Shaoming burst into madness.

“Because my god and master, the only god, wanted it!”

“what?”

Lin Xiaoming’s eyes became hazy, as if he were dreaming.

“My body and mind already belong to him. Ah, I feel resentful that I have to cut off even one more and offer it as a sacrifice to him. Sole God, please forgive the weak girl who only gave 100 of them…”

The masters of the Three Associations boiled like oil on fire.

“That bitch!”

“Our great ancestor! Samcheong Three Gorges! How long do I have to listen to that crazy bitch’s bullshit!”

The Primordial Celestial nodded and raised his hand.

“I command in the name of the Swordsman, cut the head of that traitor immediately!”

“Honorable name!”

As if he had waited, Jang Han, who grew a long black beard like Guan Yu, stepped out with a face like a demon.

Swoop.

He raised a huge half-moon sword at Lin Xiaoming’s slender neck.

‘Ah, you are my only God.’

At the moment of death, Lin Xiaoming remembered the only God.

three days ago from now.