Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 343



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343. Master of Dragon Blood (4)

Hanbin’s every word was full of power.

The internal energy was so strong that the fallen ship owner’s body shook.

Everyone took a step back and remained silent.

“… … .”

As everyone just blinked, Hanbin continued speaking.

“Of course there would be no owner. If there was anyone who claimed to be the owner after seeing this, I would cut off his head with one stroke of a sword.”

Hearing Hanbin’s words, the one who appeared to be the leader of the Justice Alliance asked with courage.

“Was it really an item from the Demonic Cult?”

“What is the devil… … . This is something I lost, and if someone sees this and claims it’s the owner, they’re a thief.”

Hanbin looked around and smiled sincerely.

At that laughter, Musa took a step back.

He looked around without saying anything.

Everyone is taking a step back.

The warrior of the Justice Alliance took a deep breath and opened his mouth again.

“It’s definitely not ours.”

“Yes, it shouldn’t be. If I’m wrong, I might shed unnecessary blood today. The important thing is that the blood isn’t mine. Did it come from the Justice Alliance?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Do you think someone will help you? Perhaps the master of the Shin Chang Yang family over there… … .”

Hanbin looked at Yang Ye-shin, his voice trailing off.

At that moment, everyone’s eyes were focused on Yang Ye-shin.

Suddenly, everyone started looking at her, and Yang Ye-shin was momentarily dumbfounded.

In a way, getting involved in the fight itself was a misunderstanding.

But when I glanced at it, it was something related to the four princes of Habukpengga.

Who was it that made you go to the Mujihoe?

It was because of the promise with Hanbin.

However, the Justice League warriors were looking at him like hungry puppies.

As Yang Ye-shin stared blankly at her compassionate gaze, Seol-hwa poked him in the ribs.

“The Justice League warriors aren’t kids. They have to do their own work.”

“ah.”

Only then did Yang Ye-shin open her eyes wide as if she had come to her senses.

Hanbin was his benefactor.

It was clear that there was a reason for everything to happen.

And isn’t the Habuk Pengga faction that Hanbin belongs to a political faction itself?

Everything that happened here had to be left to Hanbin.

Yang Ye-shin said.

“I have nothing to do with this!”

The surroundings began to stir at Yang Ye-shin’s shout.

But the noisy camp was different.

This time, the warriors of the Apostolic Corps laughed heartily.

“So what do I say?”

“Yes, that person is definitely a master of Sapa.”

“That’s right.”

Then Hanbin continued speaking.

“What is Safa?”

At those words, a person who appeared to be the leader of the Apostolic Corps stepped forward.

“Oh, sir, aren’t you a master of Sapa?”

“When did I say I was a master of Sapa?”

“So you’re saying that’s not true? Then are you a member of the political party?”

“When did I ever say that I was a master of the righteous sect? I have never revealed my teachings to anyone… … .”

As Hanbin trailed off, not only the warriors of the Sadoryeon but also the warriors of the Jeongui Alliance swallowed dry saliva.

That was when.

Hanbin gathered his energy in his voice.

‘Pretend.’

Hanbin, who remembered the first step of the Yongrin Sword Technique, shouted with all his might.

“Everyone step back!”

Everyone was dumbfounded by the sudden outburst.

The leader of the Apostolic Corps at the very front was hit directly by the momentum and did not move at all, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

How much time has passed?

The warriors who had been standing there like statues, their eyes slowly returning to normal.

The warriors of the Apostolic Corps retreated without realizing it.

One of them pointed at Hanbin with a trembling voice.

“I guess I’m used to how I look now.”

“Did that occur to you too?”

The other apostles’ warriors chimed in.

At the same time, exclamations came out from here and there.

Then someone said,

“The Red Dragon Swordsman.”

“Yes, that’s him.”

“The Red Dragon Swordsman!”

Everyone shouted the same thing in unison.

At the same time, they retreated far away as Hanbin had said.

It wasn’t because I was scared.

It was out of respect for the Red Dragon that I followed his words.

Their movements were truly synchronized.

He was swallowing dry saliva, standing far away and lining up his ranks.

It seems as if he is prepared to give up his life at any time if the Red Dragon Commander gives instructions.

At that sight, the warriors of the Apostolic Corps stood there with uneasy expressions.

That was when.

This time, Seol-hwa moved after receiving Han-bin’s signal.

Seolhwa walked in front of them, following the eighteen steps of begging that she had learned from Hanbin.

The sight was a wonder to their eyes.

The speed at which the snow flower grew closer with each blink of an eye surpassed human limits.

Someone asked at that sight.

“Who, who are you?”

“Guess.”

As Seolhwa laughed, the warriors of the Justice Alliance began to gossip.

“I guess, since he’s wearing a white uniform, he must be related to the Seolsan faction… … .”

“Snow Mountain Goddess!”

When someone shouted, the warrior next to him tilted his head.

“Not a fairy?”

“It’s weird to call her a fairy, but it’s also weird to call her a god. Wouldn’t it be better to call her a priestess?”

“Snow Mountain Goddess, it fits my taste perfectly.”

“That’s right. She’s the goddess of Seolsan Mountain.”

Their voices were as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

But the word Seolsan Shinnyeo gradually spread to the surrounding areas.

“That master in white attire is the Seolsan Goddess.”

“If it’s Seolsan, isn’t it Jeongpa?”

Seolhwa looked up at the sky quietly as they heard the roaring voices.

She grew up as a monk and is now called a priestess.

I felt like I was born again.

Seol-hwa, feeling better, continued speaking in a soft voice.

“You guys should also stay far away.”

“If it’s far away… … .”

“Please step back as the Apostle Warriors have retreated. It’s dangerous here.”

At Seolhwa’s words, the warriors of the Justice Alliance began to move.

Their expressions were almost tragic.

They suddenly became upset when they heard that they had a side.

Someone shouted.

“I can’t believe the goddess of the snow mountain cares about us like this!”

“That’s right. She is truly a priestess.”

It was the moment when the nickname Seolhwa suddenly appeared.

Seolhwa kept smiling, as if she liked hearing her nickname.

Now that everyone had left and the situation had been sorted out, Hanbin went to where Mujin and Younga were holding his red sword.

The baby is sleeping quietly while holding the Yongrin Sword.

Hanbin spoke to Cheonghwa, who was next to him.

“When that child wakes up, soothe him.”

“all right.”

“Yes, please.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin took out the Yongrin Sword.

Then he put the red sword inside.

The sword is sucked into the scabbard.

Swish.

Everything was as Hanbin expected.

The enlightenment gained from the confrontation with the Dark Emperor was not simply knowledge of martial arts.

A solution to the problem posed by the urgent text was also vaguely visible.

The most important realization at that time was about Yongrin.

What is Yongrin?

It wasn’t just a simple dragon scale.

Yongrin corresponds to the brush that used the Yongrin Sword Technique.

So, can you use a brush to write a poem?

It was impossible.

You can scratch the ground with a stick, but you can’t write a book for posterity.

All you need is ink.

That ink was none other than Dragon’s Blood.

The Yongrin Sword Technique is a secret technique written with dragon blood.

The letters on the scroll Hanbin was collecting were clearly written in dragon’s blood.

There was only one person in the world who could become the master of that dragon’s blood.

That was Hanbin, the owner of Yongrin.

It could be said that Hanbin’s body, which had absorbed a considerable amount of the dragon’s blood, still had blood left in it.

Why did Hanbin think of the word Yong-hyeol?

What was needed to make a perfect sword was dragon’s blood.

Hanbin looked at the Yongrin Sword quietly.

From now on, I had to put the broken Yonglin Sword back together.

Right here, not in the blacksmith shop.

No tools were needed.

What was needed now was Hanbin’s blood.

Hanbin, who was looking at the Yongrin Sword, slightly raised the corners of his lips.

Hanbin grabbed the remaining Yonglin Sword with his bare hands.

Then he pulled with all his might.

Swish.

Although the blade was blunt, Hanbin’s energy-filled blade was enough to cut the hand he was holding.

When Hanbin’s blood got on the Yongrin Sword, a change occurred.

The rest of the Yonglin Sword also began to turn red.

Hanbin pushed the remaining pieces of the Yonglin Sword into the scabbard.

All the pieces of the Yongrin Sword are gathered in a scabbard made of Hwa-ryong-pyeon.

At that moment, the words he had been waiting for appeared before Hanbin’s eyes.

[The Yongrin Sword has been completed.]

[Check the Dragon’s Eye Sword with the Dragon’s Eye.]

Yong-an?

Hanbin quietly pulled the Yongrin Sword out of its scabbard.

Sling.

The blade of the Yongrin Sword emerged from its scabbard.

The sword, which was red when I put it in, turned back to black.

But the color of the food was a little different than before.

It wasn’t a dark, dull color, but rather had a color that looked like it was made by grinding expensive ink.

Hanbin, who had been watching for a while, narrowed his eyes.

Upon closer inspection, I realized there was a reason why this sword was ink-colored.

There was writing on the surface of the sword that seemed to be written in fine brush.

[True Dragon Rising]

[Joiljungwon]

The rest of the letters were blurry and not immediately legible.

‘A real dragon has come into the world and will illuminate the Central Plains.’

This was the meaning of the sentence.

Is this the ending?

Hanbin narrowed his eyes and continued to look at the sentence.

That was when.

I felt like the words on the surface of the sword were being sucked in.

The letters that were floating around like dust were sucked into Hanbin’s eyes.

Well, it wasn’t surprising that Gugyeol had absorbed it in this way, but it was surprising that the target was a sword and not a person.

The letters roam through my mind through my eyes.

Words that pass by at the same time.

[One step closer to hemolytic retardation.]

[More bloodshed is needed to achieve the remaining enlightenment.]

A light flashed before my eyes along with those words.

Hanbin quietly closed his eyes in the extremely bright light.

Hanbin wasn’t the only one who saw the light.

Everyone around confirmed the light.

The first one to run to Hanbin was Seolhwa.

Seolhwa shouted to the surroundings.

“Everyone, please follow the law!”

At the same time, Yang Ye-shin quickly ran over and took charge of Han Bin’s north side.

Pyeon Yukrang-ah and Heuk-ui Salpung also ran and took charge of the west and south.

The Qinghua has just risen.

“I’ll help you too.”

Seolhwa waved her hand at that sight.

“No, you take the baby. I’ll take the east.”

They became one and began to protect Hanbin.

The eyes of Yang Ye-shin and Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah, who were standing guard surrounding Han Bin, met.

They looked at each other and tilted their heads.

The two looked at each other in silence.

The first to speak was Yang Ye-shin.

“By any chance… … .”

When Yang Ye-shin trailed off, Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah answered in a small voice.

At any other time, I would have told them to go deaf, but now I was cautious.

“Tell me.”

“Was the person you were talking about actually the Four Princes?”

“Huh, how did you know that… … .”

Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah looked up and down at Yang Ye-shin without being able to finish her words, perhaps because she was flustered.

Yang Ye-shin responded to that appearance.

“Oh, I see. So you also have a connection with Eun-gong.”

“So you’re saying that the person you were talking about was Prince Peng?”

“Yes, you are my family’s benefactor.”

“Huh, how could that be… … .”

When Pyeon Yukrang-ah opened her eyes wide in surprise, Seol-hwa, who was next to her, whispered.

“Gentlemen, would you please be quiet? You are disturbing our Confucius’s enlightenment.”

At the end of the story, Pyeon Yukrang-ah and Yang Ye-shin became mute after eating honey.

In fact, what was more surprising than them were the warriors of the Apostolic Alliance and the Justice Alliance.

Even from a distance, their eyes showed a golden glow.

They couldn’t tell what was happening now.

Isn’t this the appearance of realization that is difficult to see even after a lifetime?

But it was also strange to witness someone’s enlightenment, and he was escorted by both the Sapha and Jeongpa masters.

This was a sight that was not only surprising, but also auspicious.