Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 108



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Episode 108: A Minor Misunderstanding (2)

The beggar was startled by Hanbin’s words and cried out.

“No, you want to get food from a beggar?”

“I am worse than a beggar.”

“Where is there anyone worse than a beggar?”

“Beggar!”

As Hanbin raised the corners of his mouth as if nothing happened, the crazy beggar waved his hand.

“I got lucky today.”

Meanwhile, the Safa warriors ran towards the cliff.

The Sapa female warrior stopped in her tracks as she stood in front of the cliff.

“What is this… … .”

She was speechless at the horrific scene unfolding before her.

There was nothing on the river.

Because of the reefs jutting out from the steep cliffs here and there, it was difficult to see clearly below.

If you fell from there, no one would survive.

“please!”

The female warrior clenched her fists and prayed for the safety of the Red Dragon Warrior.

That was when.

Someone grabbed her shoulder.

When I turned my head, there was the Black Cloaked Wind shaking its head.

Heuk-ui Salpung looked at her with a face full of mixed emotions.

It was clear to him that Hanbin had died for Sapa.

Why did the four princes of Habukpengga go to Sapa?

This was something that would remain a mystery forever.

Heuk-ui Salpung turned his head and winked at Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah.

It was a signal to never reveal the identity of the Red Dragon Swordsman.

If his identity was revealed, it was certain that the political faction would remain as a bad name for Habuk Pengga, while the opposition faction would look at Habuk Pengga with suspicious eyes.

To Heuk-ui Salpung, his status as a Duke of Habukpengga had no meaning anymore.

In his heart, only the four characters ‘Jikryongdaehyeop’ remained.

Then the female warrior spoke with shining eyes.

“Let’s all track him down. If the Red Dragon is alive, he might be desperately seeking our help. Just as he was our saving hand, we must not give up until the very end.”

At her words, the Safa warriors raised their banners high and shouted.

“Let’s all find it together!”

“For the Red Dragon Swordsman!”

The sound was so loud that even Hanbin on the boat could hear it.

Of course, to Hanbin, it sounded like a voice declaring his will to pursue.

* * *

That evening, when the sun set in the west.

In front of Hanbin, a well-groomed rabbit sizzles over a campfire.

That sound was sweeter than the sound of the seven-stringed zither playing in the highest tower in the Central Plains.

In conclusion, the beggar kept his promise.

The beggar who was roasting a rabbit diligently asked Hanbin.

“You rotten bastard, tell me honestly!”

“What do you want me to be honest about?”

“Did you really try to jump off the waterfall with me earlier?”

“Of course, if you were me, would you let go of the oar in that situation?”

The two’s battle of wits continued all the way to the dinner table.

The beggar stared at Hanbin and opened his mouth as if he was dumbfounded.

“Are you saying that your specialty is something like Donggwijin?”

“Huh! How did you know that?”

Hanbin clicked his tongue.

He himself was a demon in his previous life.

Well, just a little while ago, the blood demon and Gil-Tae Im became one body.

Of course, it was a coincidence that the beggar guessed correctly, but it was true that he guessed correctly.

The beggar’s eyes grew wider as Hanbin exclaimed in admiration.

The beggar waved his hand as if he had given up, his surprise only lasting a moment, and handed me a fully cooked roasted rabbit.

“Hey, you crazy bastard! Eat this.”

“I’ll eat well.”

I was just about to take the roast rabbit and put it in my mouth.

The beggar grabbed the baton.

Then, out of the blue, he aimed for Hanbin’s head and stabbed him.

Whoosh.

A flying ball aimed straight at the space between the eyebrows.

Hanbin instinctively took a half step back and leaned his upper body back.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

‘Huh?’

The baton has stopped.

It was a story called Heocho.

Whoosh!

At the same time, the direction of the baton changed.

The beggar easily snatched Hanbin’s roasted rabbit.

Hanbin looked at his empty skewers with blank eyes in a sudden situation.

The beggar laughed heartily.

“I kept my promise.”

“Is this keeping a promise?”

“I gave it to him because he asked for it.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“That’s it. I didn’t say I would guard the table. If not, then try to take it back with your skills. I won’t use my internal energy.”

The beggar gestured with a kind face as if to excuse the situation.

Hanbin raised the corners of his mouth again.

Even though I felt like I was going to die from hunger, my energy returned once the match started.

The old sage’s words that life is a series of competitions and gambles were exactly right.

Hanbin looked at the beggar without saying anything, then suddenly stabbed him with a skewer.

The beggar raised his baton in response to the attack.

Left, right.

To the back.

The beggar’s baton moved so fast it was invisible to the eye.

It was like an adult playing with a puppy.

‘puppy?’

Hanbin took a deep breath.

The movement of the baton was clearly a game of dog puppets.

It was a saying that came from the saying that if you play with a dog on the first day of the lunar year before eating it, its flesh will become tender.

It meant that he was going to play with the opponent like this and then take care of him.

If things continue like this, Hanbin could get stabbed like a dog on Boknal.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

Whether to respond to the opponent’s provocation or to retreat appropriately.

At that moment, Hanbin saw a rippling dot.

It was from the rabbit meat that the beggar had taken.

Hanbin measured the level of the beggar and his own.

This beggar is super intermediate.

Normally, he would not be my opponent.

If you move here, you might get hurt.

‘Can I steal rabbit meat with a body like this?’

After a moment of doubt, Hanbin whetted his appetite.

It was a desire to show the desire for the gourd, not the rabbit meat.

Hanbin, who used the skewer as a sword, stretched out his arm and struck the beggar.

‘Lightning!’

‘On the brink!’

At that moment, Hanbin flicked his ankle like a goblin.

I poured out all my remaining effort.

Now, I had no internal energy left.

‘evil!’

Pain surged from the wound in his side.

However, Hanbin didn’t care and used his magic to prepare for the first meal.

Above all, winning came first.

Strangely, the reason was that the rabbit was seen roasting itself and not a person.

Hanbin had to add one more fact.

This means that you can confirm the quality not only in people but also in things that contain that person’s sincerity.

Knock knock.

At Hanbin’s sudden movement, the beggar quickly turned to the right.

In response, Hanbin twisted his wrist.

stroke!

The beggar hurriedly hid the rabbit meat behind him.

Hanbin didn’t stop moving.

Focused on the movements of the meat and the beggar.

It would have been impossible for me to steal rabbit meat from my current body.

He had to make his opponent offer rabbit meat in front of him.

Hanbin’s body flew like an arrow as if the tip of the sword and his body had become one.

A technique that can be used at any moment.

Of course, I didn’t have the internal energy left to use the Yongrin Sword Technique’s immediate attack.

One thing is that by continuously using the same diet, one can imitate it.

Of course, its utility could not originally keep up with the imminent situation.

Hanbin stabbed his opponent as if he was going to pierce his neck.

A faint black glow rippled in front of the skewer.

It was as if my body had become an arrowhead.

The skewer, which entered the shortest distance without hesitation, made a break in the moment.

phut.

The speed was achieved purely through muscle strength.

The beggar quickly took a step back, but Hanbin gradually closed the gap.

Two spans, one span.

Finally got there.

Sigh.

The skewer was stuck in.

At the same time the beggar cried out.

“This rotten bastard is trying to kill a beggar!”

It wasn’t the beggar’s neck that the skewer pierced.

The skewer was driven exactly into the center of the roast rabbit.

When the beggar was pushed to the end, he quickly used a roasted rabbit as a shield to block the attack.

Of course, there were several changes before Hanbin’s skewer caught the rabbit.

The beggar opened his eyes wide, not knowing what trick he had just been dealt.

Hanbin quickly brought the roasted rabbit towards him regardless.

“You tried to take my life!”

The beggar cried out in an angry tone.

Hanbin answered nonchalantly.

Half right and half wrong.

If the attack had failed, the beggar’s body would have been punctured, if not killed.

The target of the herbivore is rabbit meat.

In conclusion, Hanbin’s attack was successful.

Hanbin looked ahead without responding to the beggar’s words.

[Check the herbivorousness with the dragon’s eyes.]

[… … Additional explanation is possible.]

Hanbin nodded.

At the same time, the strokes dispersed and words appeared.

[Time is not the only way to replenish the basic edition’s stamina. If you’ve used up all of the basic edition’s stamina, you can reacquire it the same way you first acquired it.]

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

It was said that the condition could be restored in less than twelve hours.

In a way, I found out a way to make up for my weaknesses.

I couldn’t help but laugh when I thought that I had laid the foundation for taking another leap forward.

When Hanbin looked into space and laughed, the beggar became even more angry.

“Why are you laughing! Are you trying to kill me?”

“I was definitely after rabbit meat. I could have accidentally hit you in the face, but… … .”

“No, you were definitely aiming for my neck. This is my feeling.”

“… … .”

Hanbin didn’t answer the beggar’s words and took a bite of the roast rabbit.

Hanbin opened his mouth as he swallowed the meat.

“and!”

It was a taste that naturally made me exclaim in delight.

It was no ordinary skill to have a crispy outside and soft inside.

As Hanbin smiled, the beggar shouted.

“You’re going to eat after trying to kill someone?”

“Let’s eat first!”

Hanbin finished eating the rabbit meat.

When Hanbin, who had finished one, picked up another skewer, the beggar stood up as if he couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Why aren’t you answering? You were aiming for my neck at the end, right?”

It seems he’s crazy because he’s more curious about what the tip of the sword was aiming for than whether he almost died himself.

Hanbin said, holding up the skewer.

“First, finish eating. Aren’t you going to eat? If you have any alcohol, give it to me.”

Hanbin pointed to the bottle of liquor hanging from the beggar’s waist.

The beggar hid the bottle behind him as if he could never give it away.

“Absolutely not.”

“I feel so embarrassed that I can’t speak properly.”

“Ahem, shit.”

The beggar coughed and held out a bottle.

Hanbin opened the lid nonchalantly and wet his lips.

If it were my past life, I would have been okay with drinking a few bottles, but I knew that my body wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer in its current state.

Even though I only moistened my lips, a considerable amount of hot air flowed down my Adam’s apple and into my esophagus.

“Wow! Good.”

Hanbin gave a low sigh and handed the bottle to the beggar.

The beggar took a sip and narrowed his eyes.

“Now tell me.”

“Nothing much. I just copied you.”

“You followed along?”

“You were the one who stole the meat by using the swindler at first. I am also a swindler.”

Of course, Heo Cho’s method was different.

The beggar narrowed his eyes.

But those eyes seemed to be more than just curious about the herbivores.

The beggar, who had been watching for a while, took a sip of his drink and opened his mouth.

“I am the light of openness. What about you?”

The beggar handed over a flask of alcohol.

For a moment, Hanbin almost spit out the meat he was eating.

He was a guy I knew from a previous life.

It was a nickname that combined the word for crazy (狂) and damn dog (丐).

In short, it meant a crazy beggar.

If you were to pick the craziest person among the martial artists, the first person who would come to mind would be Kwang-gae Gae.

Three guys who love fighting like crazy.

The martial artists called them the Three Madmen of Murim.