Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 388



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388. The True Winner (1)

Below the stage, the crowd’s chatter continued unabated.

“Was there a warrior like that in Sacheondangga?”

“That’s right!”

“But, the Seolsan Shinnyeo I know is not a warrior from Sacheondangga. What happened?”

“You wouldn’t have lied to your family, would you?”

Their conversation took a strange turn.

As new information began to leak out here and there, Wi Ji-yak of the Wisise family tilted his head.

Not only was it the first time he saw the woman named Dang Se-ryeong who had given up on martial arts, but he had also never heard of a girl named Seol San Shin-nyeo in Sacheon Dangga.

Wi Ji-yak licked his lips and looked at his older brother, Wi Ji-cheon.

But Wi Ji-cheon had already stood up from his seat.

At that sight, Wi Ji-yak shouted urgently.

“Brother!”

“Just stay still, I’ll take care of it, Ji-yak.”

“I have something to tell you… … .”

“I know everything.”

Wi Ji-cheon nodded and walked towards the stage.

As he walked towards him, Jegang Gongmin, who had made a judgment on the matter, tilted his head.

After Sacheondangga gave up the first fight and Sacheondangga won the second fight, it was now time for the final showdown.

But this was before Zhuge Liangmin had even called the next participant.

But why did it come up so quickly?

It was clear that he had something to say about the now over fight.

Zhuge Liangmin asked in a low voice.

“What’s going on?

Zhuge Liang’s expression was cold.

Zhuge Liang praised the choices of the previous families.

They were not making concessions. They were paying tribute to someone’s sacrifice.

The fact that the meaning was connected as one meant the unity of the martial arts world.

But that unity was shattered by the Wei clan.

The greatest goal that the Mugajihoe had to achieve, ‘unity’, was destroyed by the Wisise family.

Despite Zhuge Liangmin’s cold expression, Wei Zhiqian’s expression did not change.

Wi Ji-cheon bowed his head slightly to Zhuge Liang.

“I want to get this fight done quickly.”

“hmm.”

Zhuge Liang’s eyes narrowed.

It was completely different from what he had expected.

Zhuge Liang looked into Wei Zhiqian’s eyes.

There was confidence in his eyes.

It was true.

Wi Ji-cheon looked around.

It didn’t matter whether the child named Seolsan Shinnyeo belonged to the Sacheon Dang family or not.

If he won the remaining matches, that was it.

I didn’t want any more attention to be drawn to Sacheondangga.

Wi Ji-cheon had already confirmed that there was an unmanned person coming from Sacheondangga.

Wi Ji-cheon smiled without realizing it.

The opponent was nothing more than a worthless pebble that had fallen on the road.

He could simply kick away any rocks that got in his way.

I did see the activities of a child named Cheonghwa, but no matter how I looked at it, his martial arts skills were not even as good as those of his younger brother, Wei Zhiyue.

In that case, the opponent was not a stone but a rag.

Zhuge Liangmin clicked his tongue inwardly at the sight of Wichicheon’s proud appearance.

Zhuge Liang looked at Wei Zhiqian with pity.

Anyone who saw it would see that Cheonghwa was a master of poison, second only to Dangmucheon.

The important thing was that the depth of that poison could not be measured.

But how dare you take it so lightly!

Zhuge Liang shook his head.

For a moment, he shouted with a calm expression.

“The next dance will begin! Participants of Sacheondangga, please come up onto the stage.”

At Zhuge Liang’s words, Qinghua came up to the stage.

Cheonghwa looked around, feeling awkward about the atmosphere.

The audience tilted their heads at that sight.

That was because anyone would think that he was a child with no experience in martial arts.

Of course it was true.

Cheonghwa had no experience in martial arts.

Even when I was under the command of Cheon Dok, I mainly used covert operations to destroy the enemy, and I never faced the enemy like this in the front.

Cheonghwa’s heart was pounding.

Could it be because they were afraid of the sturdy, towering warrior standing in front, namely Wi Ji-cheon?

That wasn’t it.

Since it was a non-combat weapon that allowed the use of weapons, the Dokdo secret weapon, which was the specialty of the Sacheon Dangga, could also be used.

That was the extent of the problem.

The most difficult thing for Cheonghwa was controlling her strength.

The highest level of poison was the poison that grew by absorbing and emptying the poison.

Cheonghwa is in a finished state.

Now all that was needed was to increase the absolute size of the poison.

The problem is that now is the time for her to empty out all the poison she has stored up.

What if I were to release all the energy I have stored up in my body here?

The opponent might have been reduced to a handful of blood.

Cheonghwa bit her lips and quietly muttered.

“It’s the Taegeuk that goes around and around… … . As gently as possible.”

What she was repeating now was the Gujeol of the Wudang Tai Chi Chuan.

The basic martial arts of a shaman that everyone knows but no one has been able to master.

It was thanks to Hyunmun’s advice that she was repeating the Tai Chi formulas like this.

When she found out that she would be participating in the martial arts competition, she immediately looked for a way to avoid killing her opponent, and then Hyunmun came forward and advised her on the gentleness of Tai Chi.

Control the strong poison with gentleness.

This was the goal that Cheonghwa had to achieve in this competition.

But the heartbeat was getting louder.

When I actually tried to control the poison with gentleness, it felt unfamiliar.

I wonder what advice Hanbin would have given if he had been there?

Cheonghwa looked at the place where the Habukpengga warriors were without realizing it.

Cheonghwa, who was looking at that place, opened her mouth without realizing it.

The person sitting next to Peng Hyeok-bin was clearly Han Bin.

Hanbin, looking at Cheonghwa, was licking his lips.

Cheonghwa narrowed her eyes and focused on Hanbin’s lips.

It was clear that he was saying something.

Cheonghwa, who had been watching for a while, opened her eyes wide.

Because I interpreted what Hanbin was trying to convey.

Hanbin was clearly saying, ‘Kill him!’

Cheonghwa’s expression slowly returned to its original state.

Now stability has been found.

To Cheonghwa, Hanbin was the only person she could trust.

She was sure that Hanbin was not dead.

It wasn’t the wind, it was faith.

I was just wondering when it would appear.

But now that you’ve shown up when you need it most, you’ve found your inner balance.

Wi Ji-cheon smiled faintly as he watched Cheong-hwa’s ever-changing expression.

I think the expression ‘I’m tired’ could be used at that time.

If someone else from Sacheondangga had come out, I might not have felt this comfortable.

But when an opponent appeared who could be subdued with one hand like breaking a twisted tree branch, emotions showed on his face without him knowing it.

At that moment, Zhuge Liangmin’s shout echoed across the stage.

“From now on, the final battle between the Wisisega and Sacheondangga will begin!”

At that shout, Wi Ji-cheon slowly walked towards Cheong-hwa.

Thud thud.

As I walked, putting my energy into each step, the stage resonated like a giant drum.

Thud, thud.

Cheonghwa let out all the poison she had been holding in.

At the same time, a cool breeze began to blow around Cheonghwa.

The wind blew around Cheonghwa, carrying with it the dust and fallen leaves on the ground.

The people began to murmur in response to the invisible energy flowing subtly.

“What is that? It looks like… … .”

“I feel some Taoist energy.”

Their words were accurate.

The subtle energy flowing around Cheonghwa’s body contained the secrets of Taegeuk.

That was when.

A deep furrow appeared between Wi Ji-cheon’s eyebrows as he slowly approached.

If anyone saw it, it was a deep valley where rainwater would pool.

There his steps became slower and slower.

His momentum as he walked with his inner strength disappeared, and his steps slowed down as if he was being hit by a strong wind.

“What the heck is that… … .”

He muttered to himself without realizing it.

He felt a great energy.

It was an atmosphere that only the representatives of the teenage generation could feel.

Wi Ji-cheon had no idea that it was the energy that Qing Hua was emitting.

Wi Ji-cheon drew his sword.

Sling.

He threw the scabbard on the floor, grabbed the sword with both hands, and continued to move forward.

But strangely, my vision began to blur.

Wi Ji-cheon felt the momentum of his father, Sang Wi-ho, in the dimly visible shadow of his opponent.

At that moment, Wi Ji-cheon gritted his teeth.

Father Wi Sang-ho was an insurmountable wall for Wi Ji-cheon.

An iron fortress that cannot be overcome even after decades.

But why do I feel that kind of energy from the other person?

Clearly this was a mistake.

That was when.

Wi Ji-cheon tilted his head.

The pace between us was clearly about ten steps.

The number of steps he has taken toward his opponent so far has exceeded fifty.

For a moment, Wi Ji-cheon’s mind became dizzy.

Those under the stage began to chatter, tilting their heads at the strange appearance of the dance.

“What are you doing now?”

“Is that so?”

“Why are you just sitting there?”

In their view, Wi Ji-cheon was just standing there, holding his sword tightly.

It’s not like Cheonghwa moved either.

Cheonghwa was standing in the same spot where she had been standing, as if nothing had happened.

To them, the two were just staring at each other and doing nothing.

It was when everyone was wondering about the two’s appearance.

A sound was heard in Wi Ji-cheon’s ears.

-Give way.

Wi Ji-cheon came to his senses at the sound of that voice.

It was the voice of his father, Sang-Ho Wi.

As the sound rang in his head, Wi Ji-cheon could clearly see the current situation.

He said that he was standing like a stone statue, trapped by his opponent’s momentum.

Then the voice was heard again.

-Plan for the future.

It was clearly the voice of his father, Sang-Ho Wi.

As Wi Ji-cheon narrowed his eyes, the sound continued.

-Listen carefully to my story from now on. You… … .

Wi Ji-cheon, who understood the message, nodded.

A strange smile appeared on his lips.

After a moment, Wi Ji-cheon lowered the sword he had held out in front of him.

Bam.

The tip of the sword touched the floor.

At that moment, Wi Ji-cheon opened his mouth.

“I lost. Our Weishi clan also pays homage to the Habukpeng family. However, in my youthful spirit, I briefly acted against morality in order to gain insight into the martial arts of the Sacheondang family.”

After giving the prize to Cheonghwa, he turned around and left.

The onlookers tilted their heads at the sight.

It was because I didn’t understand the way the Wisisega looked at the end.

But from somewhere a clapping sound was heard.

“Yeah, that’s what a teenager should be like.”

At those words, everyone began to nod their heads.

“That’s right. So, did Sacheondangga go up to Bimu?”

“That’s right. Then, when Sacheondangga faces the winner of the next match, this tournament will end.”

At that sight, Zhuge Liang held back a hollow laugh.

The crowd’s thinking was that simple.

Zhuge Liangmin shook his head slightly and shouted.

“Bio declaring the victory of Sacheondangga!”

Then he looked around and shouted.

“We will now proceed with the next dance. Habuk Pengga and Shandong Akka, please come up onto the stage.”

The person most embarrassed by that shout was Peng Hyuk-bin.

Peng Heuk-bin had no idea what to do now.

After everyone paid their respects to Habukpengga, they gave in and gave up their fight.

What should I do when I get up there?

Should I just accept the other person’s giving up?

A number of variables were swirling around in his head.

Peng Heuk-bin’s head was as dizzy as the chaos he had experienced yesterday.

When Hanbin appeared in that situation, his confusion grew even greater.

It was a concession due to Hanbin’s noble sacrifice.

But now that Hanbin has returned safe and sound, what will the families that gave in earlier say?

Peng Hyuk-bin had one more thing to worry about.

Hanbin smiled brightly at that sight and said.

“I will go up, brother.”

“You’re saying you’re going up… … .”

“I think it would be right for me to untangle this mess since it’s my fault.”

“Hmm, then please.”

“Yes. Thank you, brother.”

Hanbin stood up from his seat with a big smile.

Hanbin slowly walks up to the stage.

No one recognized Hanbin, who was wearing a gray martial arts uniform like other warriors instead of the red uniform he usually wore.

But the Shandong musician Akbigwang, who had come up first, immediately recognized Hanbin.

“older brother…….”

He was unable to continue speaking.

Because Hanbin put his index finger to his lips and nodded.