Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 389



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389. The True Winner (2)

Akbigwang quickly covered his mouth at Hanbin’s wink.

Zhuge Liang, who was watching the scene, tilted his head.

In fact, Zhuge Liang was breathing a sigh of relief.

The harmony of the martial arts families that was on the verge of collapse was finally restored thanks to the Wi family.

Even Zhuge Liangmin does not know why Wei Zhiqian of the Wei clan gave in.

But what was important was that it returned to the original state.

Now, if Shandong musicians give in to Hebei Pengjia, everything will be over.

Habuk Pengga wins the Yongbongjihoe and the leader of the ten generations of Habuk Pengga emerges.

This was the warm ending that Zhuge Liang had expected.

But suddenly, when the Shandong musician Akbi Guang made a strange expression, Zhuge Liang was startled without realizing it.

Zhuge Liangmin tilted his head and looked at the other side.

what?

Zhuge Liangmin tilted his head slightly.

A man with a face I had seen many times was smiling brightly.

no way…….

Zhuge Liang’s heart fluttered.

That was clearly the Four Princes of the Habuk Pengga.

How did the four princes get there?

Are they twins?

I thought it might be so, but the atmosphere that came out of it was somehow different.

If the atmosphere I felt from Hanbin before was somewhat light, the man who resembled Hanbin in front of me now had a strangely heavy atmosphere.

He doesn’t even try to show off, but he has such a heavy atmosphere!

Is the author, who creates a natural atmosphere as if breathing, the Four Great Princes of Habukpengga?

It seemed both right and wrong.

Zhuge Liangmin decided to judge him first by observing his martial arts skills.

“Okay, now we will begin the fight.”

match.

Zhuge Liang clapped his hands once and stepped back like a swallow full of water.

Whoosh.

A cheer echoes around the stage for a moment.

Wow!

They also knew that the peace treaty would not come to fruition.

Looking at the atmosphere, it was clear that Shandong Musicians would give in to Hebei Pengjia and end it.

If similar situations continued like this, Habukpengga would naturally rise to the position of leader.

Everyone thought it had its own meaning.

The same was true for people from small and medium-sized sects.

The warriors of the small and medium-sized sects were slightly disappointed by the appearance of the Wi family.

Excluding the Wei clan, who would be the most suitable to take on the role of the head of the Ten Great Clans?

They thought it was Habukpengga.

It wasn’t just because of my debt of gratitude to the Habukpengga Sa Gongja.

This was because among the ten great dynasties, Habukpengga suffered the least losses.

That was when.

A change occurred off-stage.

Hanbin took a step forward.

At the same time, Akbigwang also steps forward.

Instead of thrusting his spear forward, Akbi-kwang struck the spearhead on the ground.

thud.

A wicked man who tilts his upper body.

Anyone can see that it looks like they are trying to win a lottery.

This was Akbigwang’s true feelings.

I wanted to pay my respects regardless of whether Hanbin was alive or dead.

Actually, I used to find Hanbin a little annoying.

But the moment I saw Han Bin, who was carrying the dark magician, all those thoughts flew away.

Now, Akbi-kwang only had respect for Hanbin. Akbi-kwang had no idea that Hanbin would make such sacrifices for the Murim family.

That was when.

Hanbin’s voice was heard.

“I will give up this fight. I show my respect to all the martial arts masters who fought against the hordes that were disrupting the world of martial arts.”

“omg.”

Akbigwang let out a sigh.

As Akbi Kwang opened his eyes wide, Hanbin turned around again.

As if he was a performer who had just finished a performance, he waved the lottery in all four directions.

The area under the stage slowly began to boil.

Wow!

“As expected, it’s Habukpangga.”

“If I stay still, I will have no chance of becoming the leader of the martial arts world… … .”

“You saw the sacrifice of the Four Princes of Habukpengga. Even though his martial arts skills were weak, his lightness skills were top-notch.”

“Ah, speaking of that Confucius… … . My heart suddenly starts pounding.”

“Ah, we have to forget the dead.”

“If you’ve lost talent, you should at least get some profit, but how can you make such concessions? As expected, you’re just a hypocrite.”

Unlike the boiling atmosphere under the stage, Akbigwang didn’t know what to do.

“Hyung, brother, that’s what I’m going to say, but what if you say it first?”

“Well, whoever goes first?”

Hanbin shrugged his shoulders as if to say, “What’s the big deal?”

At that sight, Akbigwang quickly looked around.

Then he shouted with all his might.

“Shandong Musicians will also give up their martial arts! Hebei Pengjia and the Moorim Sega pay their respects to you all.”

The level of inner strength was so high that the stage floor shook.

For a moment, those who had been making a fuss tilted their heads and looked at the stage.

“What did you just say?”

“I know…….”

At their words, Akbi-kwang shouted again with all his might.

“I give up on this nonsense!”

At those words, the people under the stage nodded.

“Why are you saying such an obvious thing so seriously?”

“Shandong musician Akbigwangdo, you’ve worked hard!”

“Yeah, good job!”

They shouted at the evil spirits without any concern.

A deep furrow appeared on Akbigwang’s forehead.

He planned to make a cool concession and monopolize the people’s admiring gaze.

But because of Hanbin, his presence disappeared.

That was when.

Zhuge Liang came to the center of the stage.

He glanced at Hanbin and nodded.

It was clearly the fourth son of the Habuk Peng family.

His heart began to pound again.

That was when.

Hanbin tilted his head and said.

“You must finish it, sir.”

“Oh, I see.”

Zhuge Liangmin, who had suddenly come to his senses, nodded.

Zhuge Liang looked around.

Everyone was waiting for Zhuge Liang’s decision.

Zhuge Liangmin, who had everyone’s attention, shouted in a deep voice.

“This match is a draw since both of them gave up! Then the next match is… … .”

Zhuge Liangmin trailed off and looked at the large wooden board on which the names of the families who had advanced to the main stage were written.

The only winner left was Sacheondangga.

“What the heck is this… … .”

Zhuge Liang’s eyes moved without rest.

He was calculating the possible outcomes in the future.

When the crowd heard Zhuge Liang’s declaration, they began to stir.

“Wait a minute, what happened to our stake?”

“That’s right. The stakes are pretty high this time.”

After finishing speaking, the warrior looked around.

What he saw was the fence in the distance.

Why is he looking at the fence?

The reason was simple.

There was no stake in this fight that unfolded after the fierce battle with the Dark Emperor.

It was because of the declaration of the representatives of the teenage years.

It was decided to hold the memorial service in a solemn atmosphere to commemorate Hanbin.

But that was a story that only applied within the walls of Sacheondangga.

Outside the Sacheondangga, the stakes were higher than ever.

Most of the people in the martial arts world had come to bet money on the game that took place outside the walls of Sacheondangga.

At the center of the betting game taking place outside the fence was Haomen.

Beyond the walls of the Sichuan Dangga, the gambling house run by Haomun is one where the tables are set directly.

* * *

In Haomen, a warrior with excellent martial arts skills was sitting on the wall, vividly conveying the situation on the stage that could be seen in the distance.

Haomen’s warrior reported the results of the last secret battle.

“It’s a draw. Both of them have given up. A draw!”

At that sound, sighs came out here and there.

“Whew, I feel a little let down!”

“That’s right.”

“Then what happened to our money?”

“Since no one guessed the winner, why don’t we just give it back to them?”

“Oh, I see. How could I have predicted a draw? You’re right. It’s a shame to lose the commission, but it’s better than losing.”

“Then let’s go get our money back.”

They looked at the shade installed in the corner of the wall.

There, the head of the Sichuan branch of Haomen was holding a fan.

The name of the Haomen Sichuan branch manager is Baek Mi-rang.

She was the owner of the most famous gambling house in Sacheon and ran more than twenty gambling houses.

In other regions, the Haomen are hidden in the shade, but in Sacheon, they are out in the sun.

How did they come out into the open?

This is also true in this place where political factions such as Sacheondangga, Cheongseongpa, and Amipa are gaining ground.

It was thanks to Baek Mi-rang’s negotiation skills.

It didn’t take three days for them to become friends, whether they were a sect or a faction.

Thanks to that, she had the nickname Samilrang.

The reason she got this nickname was simple.

She instinctively knew what the other person liked.

Money to those who need it.

Information for those who need it.

To her, a friend meant a relationship where she could give and receive what she needed.

When you give something to someone else, you always receive several times the value in return.

Aren’t you still playing the game under the Sacheon Dangga?

This was all a matter agreed upon in advance with the elders of the Sacheondang family.

She was fanning herself and looking at the people gathered under the fence from the shade.

Baek Mi-rang didn’t even pay attention to the messenger who was sitting on the fence delivering the news.

It didn’t matter who won.

All she needed was a fee.

Baekmirang has been conducting business and settling accounts as transparently as possible.

Thanks to this, Haomun managed by Baek Mi-rang was able to operate in the open air.

As Baek Mi-rang looks around, the men who were looking at her quickly turn their heads.

Even though it was broad daylight, she was wearing a top that slightly exposed her shoulders.

Every time she fanned herself, her top would flutter slightly.

Her white skin is barely visible.

People swallowed dry saliva as they looked at Baek Mi-rang.

However, most of the men would turn their heads slightly when they made eye contact with Baek Mi-rang.

Baek Mi-rang smiled faintly, adjusting the intensity of her fanning as if enjoying their gaze.

That was when.

Baek Mi-rang folded her fan.

widely.

Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at the situation.

A luggage came running in time.

“Chief, the secret mission is over.”

“Really? Habukpengga must have won in the end. A victory without a fight is a bit dull. It’s just as unattractive as a bee flying to an ownerless flower.”

“That, that’s not it… … .”

“What is it? Tell me quickly.”

“Habuk Pengga also gave up on the fight, so it ended in a draw.”

“Then there’s no next fight? I guess I should withdraw now. I’ll go first. Jang Ho-wi, check that the people have their fees deducted and the money has been returned, and then rest. Oh, and since the Sachon Dang family and the Wis family have decided on a match, they should settle the accounts.”

“No, there is someone who guessed a draw.”

“What? Which number of shots did you hit?”

“I got everything right, including the draw.”

“oh.”

Baek Mi-rang opened her eyes wide.

After a moment, she quickly extended her hand.

“Give me the ledger.”

“Here it is.”

Jang Ho-wi handed the ledger over to Baek Mi-rang.

Baek Mi-rang’s eyes widened as she received the ledger.

Because there was only one person who guessed the outcome of the match correctly.

“What the heck… … .”

Baek Mi-rang’s voice trembled slightly.

Jang Ho-wi looked at Baek Mi-rang and hardened his expression.

This was the first time I saw Baek Mi-rang, the branch manager of Haomen, so flustered.

* * *

Under the stage where all the non-combats have ended.

Only the members of the teenage generation remained there.

Zhuge Liangmin was still blankly staring at the list of names of the martial arts world leaders.

I had no idea what was going on.

It was when the representatives of the teenage generations were quietly looking at each other.

About a hundred paces away, the later indices were gathered under the pavilion.

Unlike the atmosphere that the representatives of the teenage generation gave off, this place was full of energy.