Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 146



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Episode 146. Symbol of the Land (2)

Hanbin returned to his dorm, stretching.

“Are you a symbol?”

Hanbin looked at the door in the hallway, muttering to himself as if it was fun.

The term ‘gihojise’ was a term that applied to all the martial artists living in the world of martial arts.

The moment they step foot into the world of martial arts, they become children riding on a tiger’s back, and in an instant, they become prey to incidents and accidents in the martial arts world.

Hanbin, who had been lost in thought for a moment, felt the presence of the Red Blood Tigers as he passed through the hallway.

“You still aren’t asleep.”

What Hanbin said was true.

They are all sitting cross-legged, trying to refine the first-class realm they have achieved with difficulty.

Hanbin climbed the stairs slowly so as not to disturb them.

Now, only Seolhwa and Imoo-myeong’s rooms remain.

There was no sound in Seolhwa’s room, and a groaning sound could be heard in Imoo-myeong’s room.

Hanbin shook his head slightly.

There was one thing I realized while teaching Imoo-myeong the Pa-eong-geom recently.

It was something unknown that was blocking Imoo-myeong’s progress.

Imoo-myeong was like a calf in a small jar.

What would happen if you put a calf in a small jar?

If the jar were solid, he would never become a cow and would remain a calf his entire life.

Even if your bones break and your flesh bursts, you won’t be able to escape from the jar.

But what if the jar is weak?

Well, there were also cases of the opposite.

You just have to grow yourself enough to think that the jar is weak.

Hanbin was asking Imoo-myeong for it.

Strong physical and mental strength.

And Imoo-myeong had to raise the level of the mind method he learned at Hanamjeongga to the highest level.

If the spirit, energy, and body become one and grow, the jar that was strangling Imoo-myeong would break.

Hanbin entered the room with various thoughts floating in his head.

Hanbin could figure out why there was no sound in Seolhwa’s room.

Seolhwa was lying face down on the table, asleep. She probably fell asleep while cleaning up.

Hanbin quietly took out the item he had received from Sim Miho.

* * *

The next morning.

After finishing his meal, Hanbin returned and was met by Hwangbo Gyeonwoo’s right-hand man, Song Gyeong-un.

“Your Majesty, do you have some time?”

Hanbin responded to his words with a kind face.

“Go ahead, Master Song.”

“It’s nothing else… … .”

Song Kyung-woon, whose words trailed off, looked at the Red Blood Tiger Squad and continued speaking.

“Our Confucius suggested that we strengthen the relationship between the three families.”

“Relationship? What kind of method do you want specifically?”

“For example, it is a friendly exchange between the subordinates of the Prince and the subordinates of our Grand Prince.”

“Please tell me straight to the point without giving examples.”

“It’s exactly the same.”

“Bimura… … . That’s a good idea.”

“Then you agree… … .”

“Please wait a moment, Song Musa.”

“Yes? Do you have anything else to say?”

“The thing is, my subordinates don’t engage in friendly combat.”

“What do you mean?”

“No friendly relations, just practical training.”

“Huh? Real life? That’s… … .”

“Our children do not work for free, but are paid by the day.”

“yes?”

“I will never do anything if you don’t pay me my daily wages.”

Hanbin waved his hand and turned around.

Song Kyung-woon, who was flustered by the sight, grabbed Han-bin’s sleeve without realizing it.

“Confucius!”

For a moment, Hanbin narrowed his eyes and glared at Song Kyungwoon.

When the momentum became unusual, Song Kyung-woon took a step back without realizing it.

Song Kyung-woon intuitively felt that he had buttoned up the wrong button from the start.

The first thing that started to go wrong was the instructions given to him by the Archduke.

If a martial arts proposal was made, it was natural that it would be accepted with enthusiasm, given the nature of the martial arts family.

But out of nowhere, he asked me for money.

This was a case that Song Kyung-woon had never heard of.

Besides, the aura of Hanbin glaring at him right now was unusual.

I felt like a sparrow before an eagle.

Hanbin, who had been watching for a while, opened his mouth again.

“Song Musa. If I mentioned the daily wages, wouldn’t it be proper for Song Musa to ask how much it is?”

“Ah, that’s… … .”

“I’ll just be blunt. Two nyang of silver per game.”

Now, the lower body comes out naturally.

However, Song Kyung-woon didn’t notice because it was so natural.

“Well, then. I’ll tell you first.”

“I’ll give you exactly half an hour, so come quickly.”

“Yes, I understand, Your Majesty.”

Song Kyung-woon turned around and ran so fast that the soles of his feet couldn’t be seen.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes at that sight.

Now it seemed like their plan had begun.

Seol-hwa asked, seeing Han-bin’s expression from the side.

“Your Majesty, I think you are in a good mood.”

“Well, first of all, I have to dance to the rhythm.”

At that moment, Imoo-myeong tilted his head and chimed in.

“Isn’t it disadvantageous to dance to the opponent’s rhythm?”

“You can’t just dance to the beat.”

“Then what should we do?”

At Imoo-myeong’s question, the Red Blood Tiger Corps members who had gathered without realizing it perked up their ears and brightened their eyes.

Hanbin said as their curiosity seemed to have been piqued somewhat.

“If you dance, you should be charged an admission fee.”

“Somehow, it seems like the person dancing and the person receiving the money are different. Isn’t that right, Master?”

At that moment, Joho spoke from behind with a serious expression.

“That’s natural. Normally, the bear does the tricks and the lord takes the money.”

The Red Blood Tiger Corps members nodded at Joho’s words.

“Our youngest Joho’s words are a hundred percent right.”

Imoo-myeong tilted his head at the sight and asked.

“Don’t you think it’s too obvious that a clever bear doesn’t covet money? Johoya.”

“If your master taught you a skill, then it would be unfair for you to covet his money as well.”

Jang Sam, who was standing next to Jo Ho, also nodded his head at Jo Ho’s words.

“That’s right, escort.”

Jang Sam still looked at Lee Mu Myung with a serious expression.

At that sight, Imoo-myeong smiled awkwardly and turned his head.

However, there was something that Imoo-myeong didn’t know.

His feelings are not much different from those of the Red Blood Tiger Squad members.

The thing that is most difficult for people to understand is their own mind.

Hanbin just shrugged his shoulders at their appearance.

It was exactly half an hour before Song Kyung-woon appeared.

He came running out of breath and told them that the Grand Duke had approved and told them to come to the Hwangbo family’s first training center as soon as they were ready.

Of course, a servant to guide us was a bonus.

Hanbin nodded and whispered something into Seolhwa’s ear.

Seol-hwa, who received Han-bin’s instructions, disappeared from her seat with shining eyes.

Others just laughed, saying that Seolhwa must have gone out to buy some candy.

Hanbin gave orders to the rest of them.

“You must not leave any of your weapons in the area. Be fully armed for combat. Be prepared for combat.”

At Hanbin’s command, all the Red Blood Tigers shouted.

“I will obey your command, my lord!”

* * *

It was exactly half an hour later that Hanbin and his party arrived at Hwangbo Se-ga’s first martial arts studio.

The Red Blood Tiger Squad members following Hanbin all had shining eyes.

They were thirsty for real combat.

It’s not that they don’t fight among themselves, but they desperately need to fight with warriors outside of Sega.

Moreover, the opponent is Hwangbo Se, one of the five great families of the same Gangbuk region.

Among them were the Archduke’s subordinates.

It was said that it was a group of warriors who would lead the next generation of the Hwangbo family.

Joho shouted softly.

“My body aches, Mr. Jang-sam!”

“Yeah, I want to loosen up too.”

Jang Sam-do cracked his fingers and burned with determination.

While everyone was burning with determination, Hanbin quietly approached Hwangbo Gyeonwoo.

“Is the hermit ready?”

When Hanbin asked in a secretive voice, Hwangbo Gyeonwoo answered urgently.

“Oh, really. Do you think I should take that money? Prince Peng.”

“Aren’t you about to eat it already?”

“I will give it to you before Prince Peng leaves our family. I promise to keep it.”

That was when.

Hanbin snapped his fingers.

This time, instead of Seolhwa, Imoo-myeong came running.

Imoo-myeong opened the bundle with somewhat awkward movements.

Hwangbo Gyeonwoo asked at that sight.

“What are you doing, Prince Peng?”

“In the first place, ink on paper is more trustworthy than a person’s three-inch tongue.”

“omg!”

Hwangbo Gyeonwu screamed without realizing it.

It felt like I was dealing with a merchant rather than an unmanned person.

Hwangbo Gyeon-woo was surprised once again when he saw the contract.

The amount agreed upon in advance was written on the paper.

Moreover, as in the Jeolhogok, it was densely packed with various clauses.

Hwangbo Gyeonwoo picked up the brush without thinking.

If everything had gone according to plan that he and his brother had prepared, this contract would have been nothing more than a scrap of paper.

‘Let’s wait and see.’

Hwangbo Gyeon-woo, who had barely managed to control his anger, signed the contract with trembling hands.

It was when Hanbin smiled at that sight.

Someone came running out of breath.

He was Song Kyung-woon.

Song Kyung-woon, who had come running, passed Hwangbo Gyeon-woo and stopped in front of Han Bin.

He quietly bowed his head to Hanbin.

Then he put his face to Hanbin’s ear.

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty is looking for you urgently.”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes and asked in a secretive voice.

“The head of the Hwangbo family is looking for me?”

“Yes, that’s right. I heard you have something important to say… … .”

Song Kyung-woon lowered his voice even further.

Hanbin glanced at Hwangbo Gyeonwoo.

He turned his head away as if he didn’t know anything.

Hanbin answered with a cough.

“Hmm, is it okay for me to go alone?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Hanbin looked at Lee Moo-myung at his words.

Imoo-myeong, whose eyes met Hanbin’s, bowed his head slightly.

“Please speak, my lord.”

“Please take charge of this event for me. I will be out of the office for a moment.”

“all right.”

When Imoo-myeong answered, Hanbin nodded to Song Kyung-woon.

“Come on, let me show you.”

“Yes, I understand, Your Majesty.”

Song Kyung-woon took the lead, and Han Bin followed slowly behind him.

* * *

The place Hanbin was guided to was a secluded pavilion.

The pavilion was surrounded by a pond, and four bridges between the pond and the pavilion formed a passageway leading to the pavilion.

In the middle of the pavilion was a table, and a table was set with food, perhaps prepared in advance for Hanbin.

What’s more, two maids were still preparing.

Song Kyung-woon, who guided us to the front of the pavilion, said.

“I think you can wait here, Prince Peng.”

“You’ve worked hard.”

Hanbin patted Song Kyungwoon on the shoulder with a kind face.

When Song Kyung-woon left, Han Bin waited for the head of the Hwangbo family in front of the pavilion.

It was past time for a cup of tea.

Song Kyung-woon came running again in a hurry.

“Your Majesty, we are in big trouble. While we were doing the martial arts… … .”

“What’s going on?”

“They say there were casualties.”

“Do you know who was hurt?”

“I don’t know if it’s Prince Peng or Grand Duke. They came running after hearing the screams. I think it would be best to go that way for now.”

“Okay.”

Hanbin nodded and crossed the bridge.

Hanbin, out of Song Kyungwoon’s sight, narrowed his eyebrows.

Hanbin judged that Song Kyungwoon’s words were a lie.

There are casualties and no one recognizes who they are?

It was clearly a ploy to maximise Hanbin’s curiosity.

And Song Kyung-woon’s tone of voice and expression were subtly out of sync.

It was as if he had deliberately decided to lie.

Their plan to corner Hanbin had begun.

“Then should I dance to their beat?”

Hanbin, who was muttering to himself, disappeared from his seat.

In the blink of an eye, Hanbin appeared near Hwangbo Se-ga’s training ground.

There was a shout there.

The Red Tigers took up most of the shouting.

Hanbin slowly approached the training ground.