(Singing "Break-Blowing.
Behind the crunching sound, the trainees' noses must have fallen.
As if it were an idea, no one could stop this strange phenomenon.
"Argh! My nose!"
Women were no exception.
A rare pair of nosebleeds spread through the sunken nostrils.
"Argh! Everyone, get out of my way! They're attacking the women's noses!"
"Fa, the bracelet breaks at once, right?"
"Don't avoid it! Just attack it like this, Argh! Oh, my gosh!
(Singing "Bam!
Once again a poor nose fell.
"Heehee! [After crunching, your nose will collapse!] Grade S! Combat power S!"
Park Jin-sung excitedly induced guerrilla warfare.
The more the battlefield becomes a mess, the more advantageous it is for Park Jin-sung.
It is to induce guerrilla warfare in the form of quick speed against a small number of people, and to
consistently play this guerrilla war in the form of a tournament.
"[Go, open it up to lock you up!]
"There's no use in nets now. Just tear it up."
The dithering Idea was quickly crushed with his right hand. The trainees who were struggling two or three
times lost their ideas and their only noses.
Just be a topography!'
Trainees holding their noses and sobbing unintentionally prevented other trainees from entering.
Immediately, the next trainees attacked Park Jin-sung, but immediately became the next topography.
"Ta-da! Tournament venue? Completed!"
"Hey! Get out of the way! I can't see Park Jin Sung because of you!""
"Crying! My nose!"
"Hehehehehehehehehe"!
(Singing "Bam!
More than Park Jin-sung thought, the battlefield was completed.
In addition, double nosebleeds overlapped with cries caused fear in the remaining trainees.
"You're not coming in? Come on in! Come on in!
If I do something wrong, I might end up like that! Why don't you just stay calm and get eliminated?
"Oh, my God!"
"Me, don't push me! You punks!"
"Hehe! Is this your nose or your nose?""
Again!
The trainees who could not endure the pain eventually began to retire one by one.
In particular, the frequency was high on the female soldiers' side, and the rest of the female soldiers who
watched the scene turned pale.
Crushing!
Even the bracelet made by Mr. Yang could not prevent the destruction of the nose bridge and was broken.
"Laughing."
"Laughing out loud
Park Jin-sung really smashed the nose bridge without letting go of this much or this much.
Trainees who had already been eliminated early checked their noses without realizing it.
"Hehehe. The nurse will solve this problem even in a few hours."'
"Oh... Jin Sung, please..."."
The teacher, who was watching from afar, lamented about his dark future.
There were 20 trainees crying because of the broken nose, and 30 students who left themselves.
Park Jin-sung left as many as 50 trainees with his trembling thighs.
I'm sure there's a response.'
Whoo, whoo! That's a good bugger!'
The principal refused to admire any more and denied even the reality that was revealed in front of him.
Those with F-class souls are the lowest class with no remedy.
In other words, it is normal to play an active role like a collapse.
Why did such a bug remain in the pool and cute children like Kim Se-yeon and Byun Ki-young get
eliminated?
"Whew. Was the rule favorable to Park Jin-sung?"'
If you go to society anyway, F-class has no future.
No vision, no honor, no power, no money.
"Even if you raise him hard, he'll only ruin the image of a battalion!"
Unfortunately, F-class spirits are not suitable for the top of the battalion.
"Whoa! By any chance!"
The principal, who was surrounded by ridiculous logic alone, suddenly reached one question.
What if I turn off IDEA from Park Jin-sung?
How can we fight if we take away that humble dagger?
Will I still win? Since you're the type to compete with your physical strength
"That kind of thing often depends on one thing. If you take the dagger first, it's going to be a mess
The principal was the type of person who was unnecessarily keen.
The contents were often completely wrong, but the results always went in the direction they wanted.
How many paintings have you painted before you took the position of Haeundae Captain?
In the principal's painting, there was no F-class repudiation, no matter how good a person was.
"The captain is spreading it! As of now, the idea is off! Turn off the idea!"
"Oh, my. As expected."
Park Jin-sung clenched his fist with his right hand with a hole.
Flapping!
The hot pain poured in, but there was no problem moving.
Park Jin-sung grabbed the dagger with his right hand again.
"Let's go! Right hand!"
Flapping!
Park Jin-sung attacked the wall right next to him, with a spontaneous shout.
Let's do it!
"Turn it off! Turn it off!" You don't hear the transmission of the battalion commander?"
"Hehe! It's working!"
Park Jin-sung has been looking at the principal's movements.
I thought the principal would turn off the idea at least once.
If you deal with the trainees all at once with partial murder, the principal may immediately turn off the idea.
So I nibbled at my nose.'
If you send a little by little, a little by little, you can break away much more than you can push at once.
It was a shake to do that, a nose break, a guerrilla match, a tournament match.
It's an inevitable choice to deal with 250 people alone in a narrow space.
If you are driven to the point where you can't use Idea, you won't win anyway.
"Hehe! I've been aiming for this!" You son of a gun, you...!!"
Then at least create a small opportunity.
Quietly... (SlNGlNGlNGlNG!
A large hole was formed around the wall that Park Jin-sung attacked.
Shake it, shoot it!
A hole that led to the outside of the building began to drain the poop water from the pool.
The poop water escaped under quite strong pressure, as if the hole provided by Park Jin-sung was not
satisfactory.
"Ah! What's this?"
"Hold anything! If you get swept away like this, you're out!"
The trainees who turned off the idea held out as if they were hugging anyone like the 2002 World Cup.
'Ugh. It's my first and last chance. Thigh, please hold on.'
Park Jin-sung, who was out of the center of the current in advance, took off his combat boots and combat
uniforms. The combat boots, which were already heavy due to mud water, quickly disappeared to the other
side of the hole.
When the pool exposed its bottom, the terrain changed completely.
"...?"
The hearts of those who saw the changed terrain were also shaken.
The principal who ordered off, Kim Se-yeon who was nervous, Byun Ki-young who openly spat out bad
words, the assistant teachers with wide eyes, the main arts, the students watching without their jaws out, the
teacher quietly clapping, the 10th platoon leader and the surprised executives
"Hmm!"
The same was true of Ahn Sung-ho, who shouted near to admiration for the first time.
Everyone in the south training ground admired the sight that had just unfolded. I wondered how to admire
more, but in the end, I did more lightly than that lightly.
My stomach is growling!
In the end, all the poop that came to the navel escaped.
All that remains are rough gravel fields and trainees hugging each other.
Only Park Jin-sung was preparing in advance for the next action.
"Whoa. I held out."
Cracking!
Park Jin-sung's bare feet felt the floor by utilizing all ten toes.
It's been a long time since I took off my heavy combat boots from drinking water.
"But this is good enough."
I thought about giving up my combat uniform, but I left it as a minimum courtesy.
The low-end green tea left with the bottoms boasted Park Jin-sung's body without filtering. They clung to the
water and shook the hearts of many female soldiers.
"Oh my god. What's wrong with his body?" Was it always that good?"
"The rumor must have been true that you were much more like a monster than a muscular sergeant!"
"How can a muscle be compressed in that way?"
Female soldiers who had ignored Park Jin-sung until now blushed slightly.
"Yay! Ah! You're the loser! "I can't get dressed. What?"
Kim Se-yeon poured out evil, but the red algae that secretly bloomed did not disappear.
No matter how much the water faded, even the mud did not drain cleanly. A completely new field was
formed with the residue from the wall's
Park Jin-sung grabbed the stone that came right into his hand and soared forward.
"Let's go! My thighs!"
(Singing "Ta-da!
Thighs trembling like tractors were forced to move by hitting them.
"Ey, yik! It's Park Jinseong!"
The first target to be the victim was anyone in front of Park Jin- The clothes full of water were wearing an
arrogant face as if they were in the way.
"I'm sorry. You can just go home safely."
"Now, wait a minute! Wait! Wait!
Park Jin-sung hit someone.
Dip, dip, dip it in the sauce!
I took pictures of my hair constantly to the point where I had to wear a 19-gold mark. Of course, I thought it
would break like a watermelon, but strangely, it didn't wrinkle.
"Ha...hahaha! Yes! There was a bracelet that the doctor gave me! Park Jin Sung, I guess your bracelet broke?
Haha! You idiot...!"
"Oh, my. What's your plan? Of course I knew that."
Park Jin-sung stopped the jjandol that he had been filming and took off anyone's bracelet.
(Singing "Bam!
With the sound of the nose falling, the body of a man sank.
"Oh, my God! Park Jin..."."
The motion of hitting with a jjangdol was just an art of performance. However, this performance art is an
extreme art that squeezes fear as it is.
It's going to look like you killed someone in the back.
I'll use everything I can. Hehe. I'll use your fear.'
Park Jin-sung presented another punch to someone who collapsed.
Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!
A person's body floated slightly from the ground and then sank. It was a moment that showed the power of
the fist.
"Do you have to do that?"
"I'm completely out of my mind, including breaking my nose...."
"Shh, I don't like...!"
There were a number of trainees who bingeed on fear, regardless of whether they were male or female.
The trainees couldn't even roll their feet because of the heavy clothes. Like Park Jin-sung, he tried to take off
his top, but the clingy clothes refused to escape.
Scary, huh? Come on, let's be a little more scared. It's the finale!
Park Jin-sung threw Jjangdol in front of the trainees and picked up a half-moon stone knife-like piece.
A return to the Stone Age!
When looking at Park Jin-sung's Molgol, there were probably murderers even in the Stone Age.
"Hehe. If you don't want to get a scar on your face, get rid of yourself."
"You crazy! Is that what you're gonna tell us?!"
"Will you go first? You can come forward."
"Well..." The trainee who shouted suddenly hid among the other trainees.
"It's going to be hard for everyone to move. From now on, I'm going to pick up the pieces in moderation, so
please be prepared."
"Joah, don't be scared! How many of us do you think we're here?"
"This is the first time."
The presence or absence of combat boots differed more than the trainees imagined.
Park Jin-sung, who narrowed the distance in an instant, drew the trainee's face with a half-moon stone knife.
The trainee was in a hurry to cover his face without noticing the existence of the bracelet.
(Singing "Bam!
"Oh my god!"
Park Jin-sung, who took out the bracelet leisurely, walked the path of a nose killer again.
Park Jin-sung's performance unexpectedly had a ripple effect comparable to Renaissance art.
A collaboration of fear of elimination and fear of the nose being broken.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
"Ee-e-e-e-eh? This isn't it...."
A mouse bites a cat when it is cornered.
The mentally assaulted trainees suffered a group attack.
All the remaining trainees threw off their combat boots and tops. It was difficult to prevent items that did not
come off easily, as more than 200 people took them off at the same time.
"Oh, I have to dig in first!"
Even after Park Jin-sung belatedly attacked the trainees, all kinds of combat shoes flew over the pool like a
school cap. Park Jin-sung's Stone Age performance worked better than expected.
The approach to stimulate fear has become rather a great poison.
"If you don't want to die, catch him first!""
"Lord, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Why should I die? JIN SUNG, you're going to die!
For the trainees, it was no longer a score, but a matter of survival. Everyone came at that monstrous Stone
Age killer with significance for survival.
"Break your nose! The bridge of the nose bridge!
"Then my cheekbones are up!"
As if you're under the eaves to avoid the rain.
As if you can avoid the rain as much as you can, but you can't block it all.
No matter how physical a monster is, many trainees, like raindrops, could not escape 100%.
"Oh, my... Even the sketch was perfect. The coloring is ridiculously ruined."
"I got you!" Park Jin-sung, who had been moving close to a stunt, gave up his back.
He immediately imitated Ahn Sung-ho's match, but the trainees who attacked him could not be prevented.
with a crash
You and I are coming together.
"Oh, my!"
A groan filled with seriousness leaked from Park Jin-sung's mouth.