Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 569



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569. Every day is new again (1)

Peng Hyuk-bin opened his eyes wide.

“Did you say Baekdokjihoe? Then does that mean there is Baekdokmun there?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“How do you know the location of Baekdokmun?”

Peng Hyuk-bin looked at Han-bin with eyes full of suspicion.

Hanbin just smiled.

Peng Hyuk-bin became even more suspicious after seeing Han Bin’s expression.

That would be the case, as the location of Baekdukgok, where Baekdumun is located, was known to few people except Germans.

To be exact, it must have been assumed that even the Germans did not know the exact location.

This was because the Baekdukgok with the Baekdumun did not settle in one place.

As a sect that studies poison, once the poison has subsided, they move to another location.

Moving to a land full of poison that has been prepared in advance.

Peng Hyuk-bin’s eyes were filled with curiosity.

Hanbin answered Peng Hyukbin’s curious eyes.

“I just happened to find out.”

Hanbin did not reveal that Jang Ja-myeong was from Baekdukgok.

You will know this when you get to Baekdokmun, but now is not the time.

Surprised for a moment, Peng Hyuk-bin nodded.

Since he was such an odd kid, I thought it was natural for him to know the location of Baekdokmun.

Instead, another question arose.

“Stopping by Baekdokgok on the way to the Hero Competition… … Is there really a need to do that?”

“It is necessary. If I don’t achieve results there, I don’t need to go to Mt. Wudang.”

“her.”

Peng Hyuk-bin let out a small sigh.

I thought I knew what Hanbin was talking about.

It was clear that the Samhwangcho was in Baekdokmun.

If he had said from the beginning that he was going to Baekdokmun, everyone would have been in an uproar, so it was clear that he had sent all the flags of Cheonri Pyoguk and announced it like this.

But not all questions were resolved.

“Are we qualified to participate in the Baekdokjihoe?”

Habukpengga is participating in the Baekdokjihoe?

Among the famous sects, none participated in the Baekdokjihoe except for the Sacheondangga.

Plus, I wasn’t even eligible to participate.

If Habukpengga had participated in the Baekdokjihoe, it would have been a perfect opportunity for misunderstandings.

When unidentified members of a political party participate in a gathering of Germans, it is usually for the sole purpose of spying.

First of all, it is impossible for a Murim Sega to even enter Baekdokjihoe.

How can I attend the event if I am not German and do not have an invitation?

If the Samhwangcho was in Baekdokmun, it might have been impossible to obtain it.

Peng Hyeok-bin looked at the main gate.

Hyunmun also looked at Hanbin with eyes full of worry.

Hyunmun was convinced from their conversation that the Samhwangcho was in Baekdokgok.

Hanbin smiled brightly at their gaze.

“Brother, don’t you trust me?”

“… … I believe.”

“You seem suspicious?”

When Hanbin tilted his head, Peng Hyukbin quickly waved his hand.

“no.”

“You trust me, Elder Hyunmun, right?”

“That’s right. Why would I doubt Prince Peng?”

Hyunmun also waved his hand.

At that moment, Hanbin’s eyes lit up and Hyunmun took a step back.

Hyunmun also now realized that Hanbin’s gaze was a phenomenon that appeared before an accident occurred.

As expected, Hanbin looked at the main gate with a deep gaze.

“I have something to say.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I need to flesh out a little more what I asked you before. By the way, Representative Jang, please come over here too.”

Hanbin even called Jang Ja-myeong.

Then he looked at the three footnotes with a meaningful gaze.

* * *

Three hours later.

As it grew dark, they settled down in a clearing at the foot of the mountain.

As they sat down, Hanbin nodded to Hyeonmun.

“Then please take good care of me, sir.”

“Then I will try to relax for the first time in a while, Prince Peng.”

“Please be gentle.”

“Does Prince Peng not trust me?”

“Hmm, to be honest… … I’m a little worried.”

“Since then, except for the villains, I have never taken anyone’s life.”

“I know that very well.”

Hanbin laughed awkwardly.

Hyunmun’s words were true. Since he came out into the world of martial arts, he had never lost a life except to an evil enemy.

But you can break my arm in just one argument.

Isn’t it a well-known fact even to a three-year-old child that there are more than a few martial artists who broke their legs and couldn’t move for a while?

If everyone had just used the word “Hyeonmun,” the opponent would have retreated on their own.

When Hanbin looked at him with eyes full of suspicion, Hyunmun avoided his gaze and got up from his seat.

The place he went to was in front of Jo Hyang-gak-ju, who had just finished preparing to sleep out.

Akpilseung, who was brushing away fallen leaves on the floor, felt something and raised his head.

There, Hyunmun was smiling brightly.

“Get ready quickly.”

“I was going to prepare a meal anyway.”

“Don’t eat, prepare for training.”

“What do you mean? Cultivation? If it’s cultivation, then carrying that burden and coming up here isn’t that cultivation?”

Akpilseung pointed to the pile of herbs next to him.

The pile of herbs was huge at first glance.

Akpilseung carried that huge load all the way here without saying a word.

The reason why this happened was simple.

Since carriages could not pass through this place, everyone had to share the load.

The Red Tigers took over the loads that were previously carried by carriages and wagons.

However, all the herbs that Cheonri Pyo-guk brought in the middle were carried by the lords.

Hanbin said that everything is a kind of training.

The reason they were so desperate was because Hanbin said he would give them a gift after this training was over.

Moreover, the situation declared that the gift would be incomparable to anything before.

This was what Hanbin had promised at the entrance to the Churyong Mountains.

Hyunmun shook his head at Akpilseung’s question.

Then he pointed to the path next to him with an indifferent look.

“You take the Tao. A stick is enough for me.”

“Please wait a moment, sir!”

“On the battlefield, no one waits for the enemy to prepare.”

After finishing speaking, Hyeonmun lifted the branch he was holding.

Then, with great force, he struck Akpilseung’s head with his sword.

At that moment, Akpilseung instinctively rolled to the left.

Of course, I’m taking care of the sword that’s placed next to me.

Akpilseung took the helmet and started the ceremony.

It was the Prince’s Four Swords, a sword technique of the Habuk Peng family that specialized in defense.

As it was the most basic sorcery, it was a technique that was more familiar to the hands than any other sorcery.

It was a simple movement of drawing three times and striking once, but if you put in a change in each move, you could display a more versatile technique than any other magic.

Hyunmun said at that sight.

“He’s a useful guy. His fundamentals are solid.”

“… … .”

When Akpilseung didn’t say anything, Hyeonmun continued speaking with a kind expression.

“If you use the Prince’s Sword, I will use the Three Talents Sword Technique.”

Hyunmun lightly twirled the branch he was holding in his hand.

It was from then on.

Stroke. Stroke.

A thunderous roar echoed across the mountainside.

The duel has finally begun.

The two remaining footnotes looked at each other at that sight.

Their eyes were filled with despair rather than anticipation.

I felt like I knew Hanbin’s promise wasn’t a lie.

If you mix hands like that while crossing the shaman’s gate and the mountain range, you will definitely make progress.

The problem was in Hyunmun’s hands.

Now that I look at it, there was no mercy in Hyunmun’s hands.

The crackling noise that was heard at first has now turned into a scream.

Of course, it was a scream of victory.

Then, when the screaming stopped, Hyunmun spoke.

“You worked hard. Next person!”

At that moment, the two men, Jujak-gakju Gagigun and Hyeonmu-gakju Damcheonho, looked at each other.

They were discussing fiercely with their eyes who would go first.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t a discussion.

There is a saying in martial arts that the one who gets hit first is the one who wins, but this is only half true.

It may be easy on the mind, but the one who gets hit first has to get hit when the other person is at their most active.

Seeing their hesitating appearance, Hanbin quietly approached them.

“Gentlemen, it would probably be easier for the one who practices first.”

“What do you mean?”

When Damcheonho asked, Hanbin answered with a kind face.

“Now that I look at it, it seems that Elder Hyunmun is still not relaxed. If he relaxes, his hands will become more vicious. Oh, I’m sorry. It’s a bit… … to be vicious to a Taoist.

“Confucius, please explain in more detail.”

“In my experience, the point of his sword will become sharper as time goes by.”

“Then I will go first… … .”

Damcheonho got up from his seat and stared blankly ahead.

While I was talking to Hanbin, the commander of the Joojakgakju Army ran out to the front gate.

Damcheonho waited blankly for his next turn, his teeth chattering.

Hanbin’s words were accurate.

The sharpness of Hyunmun’s hand became even sharper.

He couldn’t be reassured by the fact that the branch contained all of his internal energy.

That was more dangerous than the real sword of a first-class warrior.

Damcheonho swallowed dry saliva and looked at the duel between Hyeonmun and Gagigun.

Whoosh!

With one blow, the opponent’s clothes are torn in half.

If it had been just a little deeper, Gagigun would have vomited blood.

Damcheonho looked around.

It was a common sparring match, but I was suspicious that I might be mistaken.

Looking around, I saw Akpilseung, who had finished sparring first, lying on the floor.

On the other side, members of the Red Blood Tigers were sitting huddled together.

There, Seolhwa and Cheonghwa Sogun were also watching the duel, holding sweets and skewers as if nothing had happened.

At this point, Damcheonho began to doubt himself.

The position of Hyeonmu-gakju was the highest position that could be reached even without being of the Habuk Pengga blood.

All positions, except for a few footnotes and party lord positions, can only be held by those with the Peng surname.

Reaching the highest position meant that one had been recognized.

But if we think outside the fence called Habukpangga, the situation is different.

Damcheonho had little experience in martial arts.

Most of the experiences I had were within the Hebei region.

Damcheonho wondered if this kind of sparring was not common.

That was when.

While everyone was watching the duel without any particular reason, there was someone who was making a face.

He was none other than Jang Ja-myeong.

As soon as our eyes met, Jang Ja-myeong quietly walked over.

He strangely had a large medicine bottle hanging on his side.

He approached Akpilseung, who was lying on the ground, rather than towards Damcheonho.

He took something out of his pack containing a bundle of herbs.

Then he opened his medicine bottle.

Jang Ja-myeong carefully ground and mixed the herbs without paying attention to the eyes of those around him.

The whole process happened in the blink of an eye.

Jang Ja-myeong applied the medicine to Akpil-seung’s wound without any hesitation.

Then he carefully wrapped the wound with a bandage.

Damcheonho, who was looking at the sight, narrowed his eyes.

It was a sight that was utterly incomprehensible.

The main gate was made of tree branches.

Although it was dangerous as it surrounded by true energy and looked like a real sword, there was no situation that required treatment like this.

What was even stranger was the words Jang Ja-myeong repeatedly said to Ak Pil-seung.

It was an apology.

Are you sorry for treating me?

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.

Damcheonho, who was curious, approached Jang Ja-myeong cautiously.

At that moment, Damcheonho opened his eyes wide in surprise.

I tried to keep my movements to a minimum so as not to disturb the treatment, but Jang Ja-myeong turned around as if he had been waiting for me.