Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 359



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359. Sichuan Great Kingdom (2)

Hanbin answered quickly.

“Wouldn’t it be better to write it down rather than say it out loud? If you change your mind in the meantime, that’s fine.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin looked around.

All the representatives of the teenage generations gathered around Hanbin.

Zhuge Liang and Peng Daiwei, who had been a little further away, had returned.

Hanbin was now applying pressure in the most ordinary way.

Namgung Jangcheon was amazed at the young man who was able to make a profit even in this situation.

Namgung Jangcheon quickly waved his hand.

“No.”

“Then I will take it as an agreement. Since the situation is urgent, I will sign the contract after work is over.”

“Hmm, okay then.”

As Namgung Jangcheon nodded, this time, Aksocheon of the Shandong Musicians approached.

“Why do you pretend not to know me?

“Oh, there was an old man too.”

“If we were sworn brothers, I would be the closest of them all… … . It’s disappointing that you pretend not to know me.”

“sorry.”

“No. I’m just joking.”

Aksocheon smiled brightly and waved his hand.

At that sight, the faces of the representatives of the 10th generation, who had been standing there feeling like they were walking on thin ice, began to lightly come to life.

At that time, Jeong In-ji of Hanamjeongga approached Hanbin with a bright smile.

He was the person who almost died by his own younger brother, Jeong Hui-ji.

When I saw Hanbin again, he suddenly had a new feeling and his expression became complicated.

“How have you been?”

“Yes, you were there too, senior.”

Hanbin welcomed him warmly.

For a moment, Hanbin looked back at everyone with a serious expression.

“From now on, you guys need to help me.”

Those who had already greeted Hanbin began to step forward one by one.

The first to step forward was Dang Gwang-hyeon.

Since the Sacheondang family, which was on the verge of collapse thanks to Hanbin, was able to survive, it was natural for him to take such an active role.

“Just leave it to me.”

Starting with him, everyone nodded to Hanbin’s opinion.

When everyone agreed, Hanbin snapped his fingers.

Exactly!

At that sound, Cheonghwa handed over the luggage she was carrying to Hanbin.

Hanbin took the luggage and took out a handful of letters.

It was an envelope the size of the palm of your hand.

It was a time when everyone was tilting their heads.

Hanbin continued speaking while looking at everyone.

“I have written down what I want to say here. Never show it to any other family. If we do this, we can win.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin quickly recalled one of the Yongrin Sword Techniques.

‘A hundred percent accuracy.’

Hanbin, who thought of the herbivore, quickly sent a letter to the representative of the ten generations of the family.

Among the representatives of those ten great families were Peng Daiwei and Zhuge Liangmin.

Swish, swish.

Hanbin, who scattered ten letters at the same time.

The letter flew straight to their arms.

The representatives of the teenage generation accepted it without any problem.

Knock. Knock.

The sight of them throwing ten letters and catching them at the same time looked like a single chrysanthemum.

Of course, there were some who were surprised by that sight.

The first one to look at Hanbin in surprise was Zhuge Liangmin.

Is it possible to fire ten bullets simultaneously at close range?

If he had been asked this question, Zhuge Liangmin would have shook his head before seeing this scene.

The letter that just flew in there had no internal energy at all.

Seeing Zhuge Liangmin’s surprised expression, Tang Guangxian of Sichuan Dangga also opened his mouth.

Hanbin’s move now was a technique that wasn’t even in Sacheondangga’s secret technique.

As the representatives of the three teenagers, who had the letter in their arms, stirred slightly, Hanbin smiled faintly.

This was the lever that Hanbin created to lift up the emotion called faith.

A hundred shots, a hundred hits, is a completely useless technique for those with high martial arts skills.

However, depending on how you interpret it, it could be a martial art of extraordinary quality.

Hanbin showed them his martial arts skills, which could be interpreted in different ways, like a puffer fish inflating its belly.

When the commotion died down, Hanbin threw a winning ticket at them.

“Elders, please take good care of us. Let’s go now.”

As Hanbin bowed politely, the representatives of the ten generations began to move slowly.

Namgung Jangcheon, who was watching this from the side, was simply dumbfounded.

The name Jinryongsohyeop was indeed plausible.

Besides, it was true that he saved himself.

But it was strange that more than half of the representatives of the teenage generation knew him.

Namgung Jangcheon suddenly became sad.

He had the illusion that he was now an old man in the back room.

Namgung Jangcheon looked up at the sky without realizing it.

“They say that the water behind the Yangtze River pushes the water in front… … Before I knew it, I was the water in front!”

At that elasticity, Zhuge Liangmin, who was standing next to him, turned his head.

“What does that mean?”

“Haha, I suddenly had that thought when I saw the author. I wonder what kind of sect he is a disciple of.”

“Are you a member of the Moon faction?”

“Why are you trying to hide it from me? Aren’t you a master sent by the Justice Alliance?”

“What do you mean by Justice Alliance?”

“Think about it. There is no other sect that can produce such a master, except the old one. And the only place that can send that master to the Mugajihoe is the Jeongui Maeng. More importantly, you know the author. Not only you, but the rest of the clans know… … . The only one that is connected to everything is the Jeongui Maeng. Isn’t that right? Military.”

“… … .”

I almost burst out laughing at Zhuge Liang’s mistake about Namgung Jangcheon.

However, this was the first time that Zhuge Liangmin had met Han Bin. He was also curious about how he knew the rest of the martial arts world.

At that time, Namgung Jangcheon continued speaking.

“Don’t pretend not to know. The technique I showed you last time was clearly a technique of the Sacheondang family. Such secret techniques are techniques that cannot be seen anywhere except in the Tang family.”

“It’s amazing to hear that.”

Zhuge Liang nodded once and looked at Han Bin, who was walking ahead.

Namgung Jangcheon’s words were right.

Now that I think about it, the lightness technique used by the girl named Seolsan Shinnyeo was clearly the Eighteen Steps of Begging.

And his final technique was impossible for anyone but the Sacheondang family.

The problem, above all, was his origins as a Habuk Pengga.

The direct descendant of the Habuk Peng family uses the methods of the Sacheon Dang family?

There, the daughter of the next head of the Sacheondang family is taken by the Sa Gongja of the Habukpeng family?

The Sacheon Dangga and the Habuk Pengga have never had any contact whatsoever.

When I put everything together, no matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t help but think that there was a hole in the Justice League’s information organization.

Namgung Jangcheon said after seeing Zhuge Liangmin’s expression.

“I guess I hit the nail on the head.”

“I am a child of Habukpangga.”

“Yeah, I told you the truth a long time ago… … .”

Namgung Jangcheon stopped talking and looked at Zhuge Liang.

Zhuge Liangmin said with a faint sigh.

“Oh, I’m also confused. But, that child is the Four Princes of the Habukpeng Family.”

“… … .”

Namgung Jangcheon finally stopped walking.

widely.

Zhuge Liang also stopped and asked.

“Why are you doing that?”

“If he is the fourth son of the Habuk Peng family, then he is a bit less… …. Isn’t he a headache for the Habuk Peng family?”

“There are rumors like that. But look.”

When Zhuge Liangmin pointed to Han Bin who was walking ahead, Namgung Jangcheon nodded.

“That was just a rumor. That’s great. That’s great.”

“What’s so great about it?”

“It’s amazing that Jeong Ui-maeng raised such a child.”

“The Justice League raised him?”

“Think about it. If that child inherited the progress of the Habuk Peng family, there should be traces of it in his martial arts… … There is no trace of the Habuk Peng family anywhere. Then, wouldn’t he be the joint successor of the Gupa Il Bang and the Murim Sega? Isn’t that possible only through the Jeongui Alliance?”

“Then, something happened in the Justice League that I don’t know about. Haha.”

When Zhuge Liangmin laughed cheerfully, Namgung Jangcheon narrowed his eyes.

“That’s not it either.”

“It doesn’t matter whose descendant that child is. If trouble has come to this place as that child says, we must stop it.”

“I agree.”

Namgung Jangcheon nodded and clenched his fist.

The momentum was so strong that those ahead of them looked back every once in a while.

* * *

The outskirts of Sacheondangga.

A man wearing a fluttering golden robe was looking at the wall of Sacheondangga with a sinister smile.

On the left shoulder of his golden uniform, the character “black” was clearly visible.

He kept licking his lips as if he was appreciating a landscape painting by a master.

The only thing that was a little strange was that he was wearing a windbreaker, and most of his face was covered by the windbreaker.

Then a gust of wind swept past him.

Whew!

The wind gently touches his fur coat.

Flutter.

A part of the veil covering his face was slightly lifted.

At the same time, his face became severely distorted.

His subordinates took a step back one by one as they saw his facial muscles trembling like a piece of paper fluttering in the wind.

At the same time, the subordinates quickly turned their heads.

Because I knew what was going on when I saw his face.

His face, revealed by the wind, was somewhat bizarre.

Most of his face was covered in melted candle wax.

It was a wound from a burn I suffered as a child.

The reason his already grotesque face became distorted was simple.

It was because of the pain.

He was burned again recently.

Because of that, the remaining half of his face was irreparably scarred.

The pain was so severe that even a slight breeze would chill me to the bone.

The pain was so bad that I couldn’t even tell if it was my skin or my bones that were hurting.

All of this was because of the Gwirakcheon disaster that happened not long ago.

He was the head of the upper class of Geumwa, known in the world as Geumseon.

No one saw his true face because he covered up the burns he suffered as a child with disguise.

But he thought that as he grew up, he would one day find his own face.

Is there anything in the world that money can’t buy?

The person he met at that time was his master, the Dark Emperor.

The king had a doctor who had amazing medical skills.

How amazing is that doctor’s medical skills, he can make someone’s face look exactly like someone else’s.

Geumseon entered into a relationship with the dark priest in exchange for her face being returned.

Of course, he said it was difficult at the time.

He said that changing a normal person’s face is different from changing a burned face, and that several materials must be obtained.

Those materials were things that money couldn’t buy.

In accordance with the promise to find her face, Geumseon waited and faithfully carried out her mission according to the secret agreement with the Dark Emperor.

If the Dark Emperor wielded incredible force that could cut through even moonlight, Geumseon wielded the power of money that could cut off the money supply of the martial arts world.

The compatibility between the dark and the golden horse was the icing on the cake.

They grew their power without anyone knowing, and the great plan to change the masters of martial arts and the imperial family has now begun.

But then a problem arose.

The problem that befell Geumseon was truly a bolt from the blue.

It was the day I went to Guilakcheon’s manor at the call of the dark lord.

As I was entering a secret passage connected to the floor, the floor burst open and I was engulfed in flames.

Actually, at that time, I thought I was going to die.

But a stream of water came from somewhere and swept it away.

Along with the corpse of the dark priest.

The stream was truly strange.

Is it because of the influence of the system?

I don’t know if it was a coincidence, but I shot them out at a fast speed.

He struggled desperately until the end to find the magic potion that would give him back his face.

He pulled out the broken sword that was stuck in the dark knight’s heart.

But the dark magician did not return.

The next memory is of waking up on the riverbank near the top of Geumwa.

Geumseon, who was at a loss, thinking that she had lost everything, immediately changed her mind.

He decided to have it all for himself.

We will annihilate them with our prepared forces and change the center of the teenage generation.

And he thought that if he monopolized the legacy left by the dark emperor, he would receive some of the compensation for the time being.

Once this is over and we bring back the legacy of the dark emperor, we can rebuild the country.

The dark lord secretly placed a ship called Amseon in a place called Amgul and gathered all his wealth there.

This was a fact that Geumseon had not known about recently.