Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The power of one Delta team

Herbert Haegl.

An active-duty lieutenant colonel who serves as Delta’s martial arts instructor.

Though called a martial arts instructor, he does not personally clash bodies with Delta agents. Such things are done by the execution instructors below him. Herbert manages and supervises those execution instructors.

So he is a master instructor of martial arts.

He was currently squeezed among various spectators carefully watching the demonstration of the two soldiers who came from Korea. The reason was that there had been a direct instruction from the high General Jimmy Kruger. He had been called by General Kruger yesterday and firmly instructed.

“Look, Herbert. You must definitely extract something from those two people. This is an opportunity that was really difficult to create.”

To the suddenly serious General Kruger, Herbert asked.

“General, are those two so excellent in martial arts? In the past I also learned some, but I know that Eastern martial arts emphasize the forms and styles that appear outwardly so they are not very useful in real combat.”

At Herbert’s words Jimmy glanced at him and said low.

“Herbert. I know that your pride was hurt because I suddenly told you to carefully examine the martial arts of those small Eastern people, but now Delta is not at a time to quibble over such things. If there is something to learn one should learn even from a back-alley thug. And our analysis team judges that those two are master level of martial arts.”

Now Jimmy raised his head and said solemnly to Herbert who was standing at attention in front of the desk.

“Concentrate.”

“Understood, General.”

The tense he answered loudly and came out. That was yesterday.

Now Herbert saw Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho who had just finished the solo demonstration. And he admired without realizing it.

Up to the two people’s promised sparring he could let it pass, but seeing the captain’s movements who had just finished the solo demonstration there was much he felt.

Certainly that captain’s martial arts was practical and destructive. And he could clearly recognize the force loaded inside.

And now that ‘Baby’ comes out. The figure the general personally mentioned the nickname and earnestly requested.

Looking at him only the height is a little tall but slender to the point of even looking delicate. To eyes that have only seen well-built US special forces members it is even more so. Moreover the face looks young enough to seem like a high school student who just got a driver’s license.

That ‘Baby’ was slowly starting the movements.

And··· Herbert who was watching opened his eyes wide. From his movements that moved loosely he felt the flow of force that penetrates the whole.

In all the movements of deeply bowing the waist and the legs bending abnormally he saw the rhythm of force flowing consistently. And the length of the breathing loaded on each and every movement fits exactly.

Ah!

It was beautiful. That young man’s movements contained force and beauty like the dance movements of a first-class ballerina.

Yi-hyeon felt the atmosphere of the quieted audience and finished the form.

“Huuu.”

Yi-hyeon who exhaled long looked around and grinned and entered his place.

Until then the surrounding people were blank. They had said it was violent and practical killing martial arts, but they thought that young man came out and just danced a round and went in.

Clap clap clap!

Clap clap!

Herbert and a few others recognized Yi-hyeon’s ‘dance.’ They felt to some extent the fatal force hidden inside the softness that even looked beautiful.

Did I go a little over?

While unfolding the movements without realizing the inner force was loaded. Unconsciously the internal meridian was ignited on the external body’s movements.

Who here would have recognized it? Looking around Yi-hyeon met eyes with someone.

There! That person seems to have recognized it. That person who claps first.

Short black hair, a not large build that looks under 180 centimeters. Age looks about 40. Indian mixed blood perhaps.

Yi-hyeon returned to his place while inwardly noting him.

Sure enough that middle-aged soldier went silently beside Jimmy and exchanged a few words with him. Soon Jimmy nodded, and that middle-aged man approached Yi-hyeon and Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho.

“Hey? I’m Herbert. I heard from the general but I didn’t know the two of you were really martial arts masters.”

He smiled slyly and held out his hand. It is to shake hands.

General? That Jimmy?

Following Kim Cheol-ho Yi-hyeon also shook hands with him and pointed toward Jimmy and asked.

“Is that person a general? He only said Jimmy.”

A general is surprising. Even in Korea unless it’s a place like Gyeryongdae one doesn’t know how hard it is to see a general in frontline units. A general no matter what the rank is responsible for one region so there are not many occasions to go to the numerous subordinate units. Even just the headquarters work where the general works is overflowing.

So if by chance a division commander visits even a frontline battalion the unit becomes completely overturned.

What’s a division commander. Just three mugunghwa. That is even if only a regiment commander floats the subordinate units die that day.

But that Jimmy who looks like the uncle next door is a general?

Anyway Herbert continues to talk.

“Look, Captain. Seeing your martial arts our mediocre guys come to mind. How about it? Teaching that skill one move to our kids.”

The story eventually came this far.

After hearing Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho nodded heavily.

“Okay. Since we came here mixing hands with the friends here won’t be bad either.”

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho did not back down.

Seeing him accept Yi-hyeon thought it couldn’t be helped. Whatever the reason it cannot be avoided. 707 does not know how to avoid in such cases.

“Yuhut!”

Looking at Herbert who shouted good and ran to Jimmy Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho approached Yi-hyeon.

“Don’t worry, youngest. Though I’m not as good as you, would I get hit by such soft guys?”

Looking at him who newly gritted his teeth Yi-hyeon smiled.

“Of course you would? What I’m worried about is those people. Do it gently so nothing breaks. If you break these kids you’ll get scolded by the commander when you go back.”

“Got it.”

Hearing the sound of clapping and turning a huge man is coming out. Hair short almost bald. And what is that muscle on the whole body. This huge build is also wearing tight white athletic clothes like Yi-hyeon’s group so the body’s muscles stick out more.

Come to think of it this clothes, something is strange?

If moving wearing this one will be able to see the movements of each part of the body in detail. If filming that with a camera later one will be able to analyze our actions.

Yi-hyeon looked around just in case.

As expected!

Among the spectators a few people holding cameras are visible. Yi-hyeon’s prediction was correct.

US military like informants.

- In addition there are also a few mechanical devices. On this clothes.

The suddenly appearing Sion tells an even more absurd story.

‘Sion, if mechanical devices on this clothes that means some kind of sensor is attached?’

The astonished Yi-hyeon asked Sion.

- I don’t know if such things are called sensors, but it is continuously transmitting fine radio waves somewhere. Even at this moment.

This damn! If transmitting radio waves that would be a sensor what else.

Yi-hyeon was newly surprised at the US military’s persistence. These guys seem to want to find out the secret techniques he learned no matter what method they use.

In the meantime Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho and the huge soldier stood facing each other and began to clash. Without even formal greetings like soldiers they just collide.

Huk!

The approaching soldier threw a light jab toward Team Leader Kim. Though a jab a fist the size of a bowl was shot like an arrow to Team Leader Kim’s chin. Extremely fast compared to the build.

Team Leader Kim who stepped back one step and dodged examined the opponent and saw that his two shoulders were calmly lowered. Only two eyes are open fiercely but he maintains stable breathing.

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho nodded inwardly. He acknowledged the opponent. The guy in front is also a figure who has solidly built basic skills in his own way.

But one cannot drag time against a human of this level.

Just then seeing him throwing a low kick toward his own thigh Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho rushed in. Because the two people’s builds have a considerable difference to the eyes of people watching beside it looked as if Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho was embracing the huge soldier.

“Heuk!”

It was in an instant. Unconsciously the white soldier wherever he was hit bent his waist like a shrimp and sat down as is and was vomiting something from his mouth.

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho turned calmly without even one short breath.

“Oh! Jesus.”

“Wow!”

Cheers burst from the spectators. Because it was something that happened so instantly even people who could not see accurately made a fuss at such a fast match.

“Damn! Now it’s my turn.”

“Me! I’ll finish it.”

Some soldier rushed out, and following behind him again two or so people ran out.

The watching people were excited, and above all seeing the expression of Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho calmly returning to his place blood boiled.

“Stop! Everyone return to your places.”

Herbert stepped forward and cleaned up the site. In the meantime the huge soldier was carried out by someone.

“Captain, really amazing. With one person this won’t do. The level difference is too big. How about it? Trying two at the same time?”

Looking at Herbert who smiled round and round and showed two fingers Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho nodded. This human strangely knows how to stimulate the opponent.

Now two tight ones stepped forward as if prepared in advance. Each a white and a black. The white was not tall, but a sturdy body and face tanned red.

On the other hand the black is suspicious from the form of walking out. A slender body and a swaggering step like a back-alley thug.

“Hey Jeff! Break the neck in one go.”

“Uphold Delta’s face!”

Excited voices burst from here and there. They were considerably excited. They cannot acknowledge the very fact that the elite Delta was broken by an Easterner.

Anyway the game started again.

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho glanced at the two people and immediately rushed in.

Preemptive strike!

The place Kim Cheol-ho rushes is exactly the middle between the two people. The two people tensed for a moment. Because they were briefly confused who this Easterner was attacking.

“Shik!”

The white soldier flinched and stepped back one step. Because momentarily Kim Cheol-ho popped out in front of the eyes. And reflexively raised two arms to defend.

Huh?

But the next moment Kim Cheol-ho had already disappeared from in front of the eyes. He almost bounced and rushed at the black soldier.

A typical fake movement, and the timing was good plus reading the opponent’s reverse motion so the effect was certain. He stole the timing for the two to jointly attack.

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho and the black soldier fiercely exchanged punches. If the black soldier mainly throws fists Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho uses the edge of the hand and spear hand. Spear hand is a technique of neatly extending the fingers and striking the opponent’s neck or abdomen etc. to subdue, of course tremendous training is needed.

The atmosphere heated up to the utmost. Already things like ‘formal sparring’ became words that did not exist, and both sides do their all to subdue the opponent.

At this time Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho’s mind had become urgent. He had planned to subdue this black soldier within a few moves when he had bought a little time leaving that white soldier, but this black soldier was unexpectedly dragging time with irregular body movements.

Now that white soldier will soon come this way! Then.

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho lifted his front foot and pushed the black soldier a bit back and as is stamped the floor with both feet and leaped up.

“Eh?”

“That!”

Leaving the people’s exclamations behind the place Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho falls is right in front of the white soldier’s nose.

Peok!

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho’s hand edge as is slammed down on the white soldier’s left collarbone.

“Kruuk!”

When the white soldier collapsed as is the black soldier immediately rushed in. Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho thought the guy’s two eyes were glistening with killing intent.

“Kyaak!”

The black soldier roughly drove Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho who had not yet adjusted his posture. Again there is no formal pattern and hands and feet stretch out as they please.

‘This guy, is he from a street gang.’

Even in the midst of that Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho pondered in his head. This guy has no fixed form at all. He attacks like a beast piercing the unexpected. All are killing moves so now he even shamelessly throws moves that directly aim at the groin or eyes.

Certainly the killing intent rose properly. An ordinary person would be intimidated just seeing the guy’s bloodshot eyes.

The point not long after Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho subdued the white soldier. The two people were becoming more and more violent and the people in the hall even killed their breathing sounds.

“Heup!”

At some moment a sharp sound was spat from the black soldier’s mouth. It was Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho who while dodging the attack extending to the upper body struck the side. It looked short and light but a master’s attack cannot be light.

Immediately the soldier who ate the blow exhaled and shouted, but Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho was regretful. Was it a little shallow. It seems this guy did not receive big damage.

At that moment Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho felt something catching on his rear foot.

‘Ah!’

The white soldier who had collapsed earlier awkwardly crawled up and snatched his calf.

The black soldier’s eyes shone fiercely and he rushes showing white teeth.

If it was an ordinary friendly sparring it was something that could not be, but there is no time to blame that. Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho while desperately blocking with the left hand the opponent who digs into his chest and immediately strikes with the elbow cut the throat short with the right hand.

Cook!

Kuung!

The black soldier who was hit in the throat rolled his eyes and collapsed as is and the match was decided.

Huk!

Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho wiped the sweat on his face with the sleeve and panted. Turning his head the white soldier on one side was blankly covering his left collarbone area.

“Wow!”

“Bravo!”

The spectators cheered and Kim Cheol-ho approached Yi-hyeon smiling.

“Damn! What is this against a guy like that.”

Looking at him grumbling Yi-hyeon smiled.

“Team leader your left hand is hurt right?”

“Huh? You saw that? Aish, unlucky. While snatching that guy’s elbow I bumped the finger.”

Yi-hyeon smiled and stood up.

“Rest a bit. Now it seems my turn. Indeed they won’t leave me alone.”

Sure enough as Yi-hyeon’s words Herbert approaches smiling. He is smiling but his head was complicated. The matter has grown big. Now the honor of himself and Delta is at stake so he can never back down.

This one guy seems more than enough to face one Delta team. If attaching in order like this.

“Hey, Captain really amazing. I didn’t know our agents would be hit so quickly. No place hurt right?”

And glancing it somehow seemed he knew that Team Leader Kim Cheol-ho hurt his finger. It was evidence that this human is also at a considerable level. Because he saw that fast moment of attack and defense.

“How about it? Now I want to see the sergeant’s skill.”

Looking at his glistening eyes Yi-hyeon lightly nodded.

If you ask to show I’ll show. Though whether you see it you can know.

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