Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 212



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Episode 212. Watching the Fire Across the River (2)

Hanbin, who had cut his finger quite deeply, narrowed his eyes.

But his eyes were turned to the wall, not the finger.

It’s like trying to find the object that hurt your finger.

Hanbin, who had been observing the wall for a while, opened his eyes wide.

He noticed a silvery line on the wall.

A line drawn on the wall?

It was a situation that was sufficiently suspicious.

Didn’t you have a similar experience in Hanam Jeongga?

Hanbin quietly touched the line.

A line of a different shape from the one seen at Hanamjeongga.

Swish.

Again, I felt a deep pain in my fingertips.

Hanbin realized that it was not a simple line, but a blade.

The blade was embedded throughout the wall.

For Hanbin, the wound on his arm wasn’t much of a problem.

Hanbin’s fingers were already healed.

It was thanks to the properties of recovery.

That was when.

Words appeared out of thin air.

[I found some of the herbivores scattered across the rivers and lakes. The master of Yongrin woke up the sleeping herbivores. Your blood is enough to wake up the sleeping herbivores.

[Ready to absorb the herb. Two hours left until the herb is absorbed.]

Hanbin, who checked the text, tilted his head slightly.

I checked again, but the text didn’t change.

Two hours left?

There has never been such a time constraint before.

Two poems?

In some ways, it was a tight time.

But, isn’t it true that you are the only one who can become the master of this herbivore?

If so, it was clear that there had to be a way.

Hanbin checked the writing and the blade stuck in the wall again.

It was impossible to confirm it with one’s eyes.

Hanbin ignored the wound and followed the blade embedded in the wall with his hand.

Crunch.

I felt the pain of my finger being cut again.

Crunch.

Hanbin continued to feel the line created by the blade with his fingertips.

A drop of blood fell from Hanbin’s fingertips and seeped into the line made by the blade.

what?

Hanbin opened his eyes wide.

This was because the line soaked in his blood was turning golden.

It was also a deep golden color.

The gold was so intense, I had never seen such a brilliant glow in real gold.

It was like a gold that did not exist in the world.

Just like a golden pearl.

Hanbin glanced at the wall and was convinced that this was the right way to do it.

Hanbin placed his hand on the blade again.

In that state, Hanbin went to the end of the blade stuck in the wall.

Sssssss.

Hanbin’s blood flowed into the blade like salmon swimming upstream.

‘what?’

Hanbin was slightly embarrassed.

The wound didn’t really matter, but the amount of blood flowing into the golden line was a problem.

Even if he had been stabbed in several places on the battlefield, this much blood wouldn’t have flowed out.

But, wasn’t it called a symbolic tax?

Hanbin couldn’t stop.

I knew that if I stopped halfway, everything would go down the drain.

Of course, instinctively.

The number of ‘returns’ in the skill section is gradually decreasing.

Originally there were forty characters for the character ‘복’, but now there are only ten left.

It’s not some kind of magic, so where would you sacrifice your own blood to confirm your identity?

However, the doubt did not last long.

Didn’t Yongrin also confirm it by sacrificing his own blood?

Hanbin continued to inject blood into the thread.

The silver lines that had been there when he passed through had now all turned golden.

Now the remaining solid line is one fifth.

Hanbin gritted his teeth.

Now, it was clear that if I made a mistake, I would end up in trouble.

Hanbin quickly recalled the sentence.

‘Lightning strike.’

‘Begging is the 18 steps.’

‘On the brink.’

Hanbin reached the end of the line in an instant.

This is Hanbin’s trick.

Because I thought that if I had to shed blood anyway, it would be best to get through it quickly.

But that was a mistake.

It wasn’t a matter of time, the amount of blood needed to transform into a golden thread was the same whether you went fast or slow.

Hanbin, who lost all his blood at once, felt dizzy.

So-called acute anemia.

In his fading consciousness, Hanbin erased all other prehistoric creatures and quickly revived himself.

Suss-ssuk.

Hanbin’s wounds began to heal.

Of course, the blood needed in the body was also restored with the revival diet.

Hanbin, who had come to his senses, looked at the wall a little further away.

There, a golden line made of Hanbin’s blood was drawn in the middle of the wall.

The lanterns in the basement flickered and cast shadows, but the golden line was completely unaffected.

A golden thread that shines even brighter in the dark.

Hanbin looked at the solid line from beginning to end.

what?

I clearly saw the writing that said that the herbivores scattered throughout the rivers and lakes had been found, but no matter how hard I focused, I couldn’t read any traces of the secret.

[… … One hour left.]

Time was running out.

It seemed like quite a bit of time had been wasted just making it with a golden thread.

If that’s the case, then Hanbin’s choice to shed a lot of blood at once was the right one.

But, from now on, that was the problem.

The words floating in the air gave no clues.

“hmm,”

Hanbin coughed and looked at the wall again.

The person who created this opportunity wants only one thing.

It was clear that Hanbin wanted to make this his own.

A situation where even a spoon is placed on a table that has already been set.

But you don’t know how to eat it!

Hanbin was just in an awkward position.

How much time has passed?

Hanbin checked the time again.

[… … Half an hour left.]

Hanbin narrowed his eyes upon seeing the words.

After a while, Hanbin pulled out Wol-ah.

Slurp.

It was decided to take a gamble.

Hanbin’s thoughts were simple.

It was decided to inject more of the Yongrin Sword Technique into the golden thread.

Of course, it wasn’t a rational decision, it was an instinct.

As the deadline for checking the results approached, instinct kicked in.

Hanbin took the jockey’s seat while facing the wall.

The tip of Wol-ah’s sword was pointed at the end of the wall embroidered with golden lines.

In that moment, the energy swirling around Hanbin’s body slowly traveled up his arm and into the hand holding Wol-ah.

It seemed as if Wol-ah was ready to pour out all her broken-hearted energy.

Woo-woo. Woo-woo.

He vomited out his sword name.

* * *

The sun was high in the sky, illuminating Habukpangga.

Habukpangga was more agitated than ever, perhaps because of the previous day’s events.

Everyone put aside their morning work and gathered in small groups to talk about yesterday’s events.

Of course, it was all thanks to the will of the head of the household that I was able to relax so leisurely in the morning.

Although they could not hold a feast because of the emperor’s order to keep the receipt of the upper sword a secret, those who ate the green algae of the Hebei Peng family were granted three days of rest and hermitage.

Of course, since the guards of Sega didn’t have time for that, others paid half the price for the rest in addition to the silver.

Although there was no loud noise, the atmosphere at Habukpangga was truly festive.

Those who had been chatting nonstop all morning all went out to the market to take a break for a while.

However, there were some who were unable to rest.

It was footnotes and notes.

With power comes responsibility.

Every footnote had to be reviewed once again for organization.

This is to check for any mistakes that may occur in accordance with the phase of the greatly increased Habukpyeongga.

The same was true for the head of the ruling party, Peng Dae-wi.

After finishing his meal, Peng Dae-wi, who entered the executive office to do his work, tilted his head.

A guest has arrived.

The one who came before him was none other than Peng Hyuk-bin.

He was standing with his arms crossed, quietly looking at the pile of papers in the office of the chief justice.

At that sight, Peng Daewi quietly approached.

Peng Heuk-bin, who sensed the presence, quickly turned around and threw the winning ticket.

“Uncle, are you here?”

“Yes, I’m here. But what on earth is going on at this hour?”

“I have come here to discuss something with you.”

“When you say consult, you don’t mean reviewing the documents piled up over there, right?”

“Haha, you are being too nitpicky, uncle. How can I comment on that document?”

“Haha, I see. Tell me what you want to talk about.”

“First, let’s stretch our necks a bit.”

Peng Heuk-bin took out a small bottle from his bosom.

Peng Daewi’s eyes widened when he saw the bottle.

“Is this by any chance… … .”

“Yes, that’s right. It’s Geumjoncheong. And it’s been over twenty years.”

If it’s Geumjongcheong, it’s the best of the best.

Among them, the gold and silver ingots that Peng Heuk-bin took out were considered valuable.

“Oh, why are you showing me that?”

“Of course I’m going to give it to you. How could there be any other reason?”

Peng Hyeok-bin handed the Golden Crown over to Peng Dae-wi.

As soon as he received it, Peng Dae-wi opened the bottle.

In an instant, a refreshing fragrance filled the temple.

The eyes of the sergeant major sparkled.

“It really is the real Geumjongcheong, yes. It looks like it’s been thirty years, not twenty… … .”

Leaving Peng Dae-wi behind, who was spitting and praising him, Peng Hyeok-bin brought two glasses of alcohol from somewhere.

“You’re not going to eat it alone, are you?”

“Haha, wouldn’t it be against the rules for me to just gulp down such a wonderful gift? Pass me a glass.”

Peng Dae-wi snapped his fingers.

At that sight, Peng Hyuk-bin sank his glass without a care.

Whoosh!

The glass he swung was filled with a transparent energy.

It was something that was thrown with internal energy.

widely!

Peng Dae-wi picked up his glass as if nothing had happened.

The glass he holds spins like a top in his hands.

Peng Dae-wi smiled brightly.

“When it comes to clearing away old dust, the best thing is a wall-crawler. By the way, you managed to find the wine glass I hid.”

After finishing speaking, Peng Dae-wi lifted the bottle in a good mood.

Then, without hesitation, he poured the alcohol into the glass that was spinning in his palm.

What happens if you pour alcohol into a spinning glass?

Of course it would overflow, but the glass that spun like a top in the palm of Pang Dae-wi’s hand did not spill even a little bit.

Peng Hyuk-bin said at that sight.

“You are amazing, uncle. When did you learn the wall force technique? I heard that if you master the wall force technique, you can even trap a flying butterfly in the palm of your hand. Is that true?”

At that moment, the glasses that had been circling stopped.

“Should I say small castle instead of big castle? Look here carefully.”

After finishing speaking, Peng Dae-wi poured the alcohol into his mouth.

Then he opened the palm holding the glass.

The wine glass, which had maintained its shape until then, shattered like a piece of candy.

It was clear that the wine glass had shattered the moment it entered Peng Daewi’s hand.

I was filling that broken form with my inner strength.

Rather than saying that I drank from a glass, it would be more accurate to say that I drank from my inner strength.

Peng Hyuk-bin let out a gasp at the sight.

“Oh, I see.”

“Yes, it’s because I didn’t build a wall. Actually, I lost this wine glass a year ago. I was going to throw it away when I found it… … Would you like a drink too?”

When Peng Dae-wi lifted the bottle of wine, Peng Hyeok-bin glanced at the remaining glass.

It took a year to show up?

Peng Hyeok-bin said, throwing the glass aside in a hurry.

“I am fine, Uncle.”

“Haha, that’s too bad. I think it’s time to get to the point… … .”

“I came here to ask you a favor.”

Peng Hyuk-bin’s eyes deepened.

At that sight, Pang Dae-wi also erased his previously playful expression and pointed to the table in the corner.

“Let’s sit down and talk.”

The bulge slowly moved forward.

The expression on Peng Hyuk-bin’s face as he followed him was quite serious.

* * *

A strange sight appeared before Hanbin’s eyes as he unleashed the True Dragon Sword.

One wall on the basement floor was completely gone.

In the place where it had disappeared, only a golden line remained.

When I removed one wall, I saw that it was not a golden thread.

A part of the huge gold plate was sticking out toward the wall.