Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 155



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Episode 155. The Big Game (5)

If it’s a bluff, it’s a method that has previously worked on the Bloodthirsty Demon.

This meal was all I needed to create a brief moment of respite.

As he began to use his bluff, Yongrin’s energy began to gather in the castle.

Hanbin, who had gathered his energy in an instant, shouted.

“stop!”

The short but intense meaning overwhelmed the opponent.

In an instant, the opponent’s eyes widened.

At the same time, Hanbin drew his sword.

Hanbin’s sword, which had been used with all its might, pierced through the opponent’s defense.

Crunch!

Hanbin’s sword hit the enemy’s left arm.

Suddenly, a cloud of dust rose.

Passover.

As Hanbin looked ahead, keeping his guard up, the thick dust began to clear slightly.

However, the unidentified enemy was not there.

Looking closely, I saw that his left arm was hanging from the rope that activated the engine.

In an instant, words appeared in Hanbin’s sight.

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

[You have obtained the Return (歸) in the application section of the Yonglin Sword Technique.]

It was when Hanbin slightly raised the corners of his lips.

The rope lowered down, perhaps due to the weight of the severed arm.

Swish.

At that moment, Hwangbo Man-cheong’s urgent voice was heard from behind.

“Back off!”

At that shout, Hanbin looked up.

The ceiling above began to shake.

At the same time, the floor also shakes.

The ceiling fell down onto the wobbly floor.

bang!

Hanbin stepped back hastily.

Ta-da-dak.

The ceiling fell down one after another.

The ceiling continued to sink, one after another, just as mahjong tiles placed at regular intervals fell in order.

Boom! Boom!

Behind Hanbin, a sound like iron falling rang out repeatedly.

I glanced back and saw that the object that had fallen from the ceiling was actually made of iron.

If you get crushed by that iron, you won’t be able to come back to life even with the knight’s revival.

As Hanbin ran towards him, Hwangbo Mancheong, carrying his son on his back, also started running.

Ta-da-dak.

Thud. Thud.

The sound of iron falling echoed at regular intervals as they walked.

Hwangbo Man-cheong stopped walking as two paths appeared before his eyes.

widely!

Hanbin tugged on Hwangbo Mancheong’s sleeve as he quickly stopped walking and looked lost in thought.

“This way.”

“Okay.”

Hwangbo Man-cheong was led by Han Bin through a passageway that was like a maze.

Thud. Thud.

The sound of falling iron can still be heard.

Hwangbo Man-cheong glanced behind him and clicked his tongue inwardly.

Even my father, who was the head of the household, had never heard of such an organ device.

All he had heard was that whoever could solve the riddle of the great nation would gain the power of the Hwangbo family.

Hwangbo Man-cheong thought that these words were a comparison of family management to the game of Go.

Has there ever been a head of a household who thought of playing real Go in a practice room that looked like a giant Go board?

There probably weren’t any except for Hwangbo Mancheong.

But there was someone who entered the secret passage that even Hwangbo Mancheong didn’t know about!

In fact, what was even more surprising was the martial arts skills of the youngest member of the Habuk Peng family.

Clearly, the opponent was a master of Hwagyeong.

If you face him with your whole body, you can subdue him, but is there anyone among the later indexes who can face the author?

Hwangbo Man-cheong could say with certainty that there was no such review index in Gangnam or Gangbuk.

The way he used his sword while getting on his opponent’s nerves was like that of a veteran who had been in the martial arts world for decades.

The most surprising of these was its current appearance.

The way he found his way as if he was reviving a great country was an appearance that even Hwangbo Man-cheong would find difficult to imitate.

If you weren’t excited, you would have memorized the forks in the passage as if you were playing Go, but would you be able to remember the passage when faced with an absurd situation like this?

The youngest of the Habuk Peng family was doing it.

That was when.

Hanbin stopped.

widely.

The place where Hanbin stopped was a checkerboard-shaped practice room.

We’ve arrived at where we started.

It was when Hanbin smiled and looked at Hwangbo Mancheong.

thud!

A sound several times louder than before was heard from behind.

Hanbin glanced back and opened his mouth slightly.

This is because a piece of iron the size of a house fell into the door through which Hanbin escaped.

An iron bar of that size had nothing to do with the level of martial arts.

In martial arts, the masters of Hwagyeong are compared to those with the momentum to split Mt. Tai.

But that’s just a metaphor. If you were to be crushed under Mt. Taishan, where in the world would you find a person who would survive?

Hanbin, who had taken a breath, looked at Hwangbo Mancheong.

Hwangbo Man-cheong was also feeling the same way, blankly staring at the fallen lump of iron.

Hanbin said, moving aside slightly.

“Sir, please put this Confucius down first.”

“I lost my mind without realizing it.”

Hwangbo Man-cheong laid his son on the floor.

Hwangbo Man-cheong, who was laying his son down and checking the details, kept breathing a sigh of relief.

Hanbin asked at that sight.

“What is the condition of this Confucius?”

“I pressed the transfusion button, so if nothing happens, I’ll just sleep like this. My breathing is stable, too. It’s all thanks to you. Thank you.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“Anyway, I think getting out of here is a priority.”

“then…….”

Hanbin, whose voice trailed off, glanced at the old Go stones lying on the floor.

Hwangbo Mancheong also nodded.

“I think so too.”

The two quietly grabbed the stones.

Swish. Swish.

They started to snatch the stones out of the order they were laid out.

The checkerboard-shaped training room was soon cleaned.

Hanbin and Hwangbo Mancheong put the stones in a leather pouch and waited for a change.

Then the agency moved as they expected.

Knock knock, knock knock.

The floor slowly began to turn as the machinery screamed.

Finally, the floor stopped.

Bam.

At that sight, Hanbin slowly walked towards the door he had entered through.

Hanbin stopped in front of the door and tilted his head.

Where there should have been an iron gate, there was instead an iron wall.

“What the heck is this… … .”

“It looks like the exit is blocked.”

“Then let’s take a breath and think about it.”

Hanbin took out a lantern from his bosom.

The thin tube looked like a tube that shoots poisonous needles.

When Hwangbo Man-cheong tilted his head, Han-bin held out a small lantern.

“Would you like a drink?”

“What is this?”

“I am the shipper.”

“I thought you were only good at playing Baduk, but you’re a drinker.”

“I’m not a drinker.”

“You’re not even a drinker, yet you carry a lot of alcohol?”

“Well, I carry it with me sometimes when I need it, sir.”

“When it’s needed… … .”

As Hwangbo Man-cheong trailed off, Han-bin took out another bowl and opened the lid.

Then he poured it right on his wrist.

Gulp.

At that sight, Hwangbo Man-cheong spit out the wine he was drinking.

“Phew.”

“Why are you doing that?”

When Hanbin asked casually, Hwangbo Mancheong asked.

“This is it. Are you sure about the alcohol you are drinking?”

Hwangbo Man-cheong asked, pointing to the wine in the jug.

“Where is the difference between alcohol for drinking on the battlefield and alcohol for disinfection, sir?”

When Hanbin gestured around with his chin, Hwangbo Mancheong quietly nodded.

As Hanbin said, this was indeed a battlefield.

Hwangbo Man-cheong himself, Han Bin, and his son were all defeated soldiers, needless to say.

The current scattered appearance was like a dead stone on a Go board.

Hwangbo Man-cheong said.

“We lost the big game.”

“You lost? The game of baduk isn’t over yet.”

“It’s not over? Does that mean you’re alive?”

“It’s Misaeng.”

“If it’s Misaeng, then that means we have a chance to survive.”

“I wasn’t talking about us.”

“Then whose story are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about a guy who escaped with one arm left behind, like a lizard cutting off its tail.”

“Huh, I don’t think it’s time to worry about him. Do you think we’ll survive?”

“Isn’t there a saying that goes, ‘No matter how hard you try, no one will ever die?’”

“The big horse… … . So does that mean we are the big horse?”

“It’s not us, it’s the head of the household. If the head of the household isn’t the head of the household, who else would be the head of the household? Since this is the head of the household, I don’t think there’s any need to worry about the head of the household dying.”

“That makes sense, considering it’s meant to be reassuring.”

As Hwangbo Man-cheong laughed, Han-bin shrugged his shoulders and continued speaking.

“Don’t worry, sir, it wasn’t just a passing remark.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin tore off his martial arts uniform and bandaged the remaining wounds.

The reason Hanbin was treated so urgently was simple.

It was because the healing knot was turning the body around.

The wound was already itching.

It was clear that the split wound would heal soon.

What would Hwangbo Man-cheong say if he witnessed this from the side?

Hanbin didn’t want to be misunderstood.

Meanwhile, Hwangbo Man-cheong looked at Han-bin in surprise.

It was because the sight of wounds being disinfected and bleeding being stopped was so familiar.

That was a sight you would only see among ronin who had made their way through the chaos.

The youngest of the Habuk Peng family?

At that age too?

While Hwangbo Man-cheong was tilting his head, Han-bin, who had treated the wound, took something out of his bosom again.

Then he handed it over to Hwangbo Mancheong.

“Please eat this first.”

“What is this?”

“It’s beef jerky.”

“Hehe, just how many things do you have in your arms?”

This was sincere.

Hanbin’s arms were like a flower pot with countless objects pouring out of them.

“Are you curious?”

Hanbin, who was smiling brightly, started searching through his pockets again and immediately took out a leather scroll.

“What is this?”

“You will know when you see it.”

Hanbin spread out a leather roll on the floor.

Chorus.

Hwangbo Man-cheong tilted his head at the strange sight.

When I unrolled the leather scroll, there was a piece of Korean paper and a brush.

* * *

At the same time, at the foot of Garam Mountain, where Hwangbo Se-ga is visible.

There was a woman sitting cross-legged on a mountainside where only the sounds of wild animals could be heard.

A faint sense of dizziness was swirling around the woman’s head.

The vertigo kept going in and out of Jeongsu-ri’s Cheonjunghyeol, and then disappeared at some point.

Pure dazzle was woven into the woman’s body.

The woman, who had been catching her breath by repeatedly inhaling and exhaling for a moment, opened her eyes.

Her eyes were calm and her skin was dark.

In fact, her most striking feature was her appearance.

The muddy clothes reminded him of a miner.

In addition, the already dark skin was covered in dirt, so it blended in with nature to the point where you wouldn’t think it was human unless you looked closely.

Even the mountain squirrels were frolicking in front of her, feeling like they were a part of nature.

She was none other than Sim Mi-ho.

Sim Mi-ho, who had uncrossed his legs, sighed as he looked at the pickaxe next to him.

“Whew… … .”

What happened to Sim Mi-ho?

The instructions Hanbin gave her were broadly one thing.

It was to check the passage leading from Garamsan to Hwangbosega.

This was a daunting task to undertake alone.

But this mission came with a carrot that couldn’t be refused.

It was the engagement sword that Hanbin had passed on to Sim Miho.

But I really didn’t know that I would learn the sword technique of ascension, the Pahon Sword, while digging with a pickaxe.

There is a proverb that says that to complete a ritual, you need to swing your sword ten thousand times.

Simmiho entered the castle of Pahongeom with a thousand swings of a pickaxe.

In addition, I have now gained a small insight that will elevate my level.

Sim Mi-ho picked up the pickaxe again.

“Am I destined from now on to carry a pickaxe instead of a sword or a knife?”

Sim Mi-ho, who was muttering to herself, glanced to the side.

There was a fairly large tomb there.

Simmiho went to the back of the tomb.

At the back there was a pit that looked like it had been dug by grave robbers.

Sim Mi-ho jumped into the pit without hesitation.

How far did you walk?

Sim Mi-ho muttered to himself as he looked at the passage blocked by dirt.

“I think we’re almost there… … .”

She checked the map Hanbin had given her.

Then he picked up the pickaxe.

For a moment, a faint energy rippled across the pickaxe.

Simmiho immediately struck the blocked passage with a pickaxe.

phut!

In an instant, the pile of dirt blocking the passage scattered in all directions.