Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 662



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662. Start the game (2)

Mooyoung froze for a moment.

A brief silence passed over the Go board.

The onlookers also stared at Muyeong, who had turned into a stone statue, and Hanbin, who was smiling.

What surprised them was one jarring word.

At that time, one of the onlookers tilted his head and muttered to himself.

“What did you just say? That it wasn’t Go?”

He was pretending to play Go just a moment ago.

At that time, another martial artist who knew him shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s called Omok!”

“No, why do you play Omok on a Go board?”

Kang Ho-in, who seemed to be quite good at playing baduk, suddenly got angry.

He was feeling Muyeong’s emotions right now.

The current situation was, in a word, absurd.

Hold out the Go board and the Go stones and say, “Omok!”

Then another martial artist spoke.

“Then where do you play Omok? On a janggi board, perhaps?”

“her…….”

He sighed and nodded as if he couldn’t do anything.

“Haha, now that I think about it, that makes sense.”

“But what happens if you do that? You play Go quite well, so shouldn’t you know Omok well too?”

The opponent pointed to the board between Muyeong and Hanbin.

Kang Ho-in, who seemed to be quite good at playing baduk, continued speaking.

“It’s still early… … .”

He had to quickly retract his words.

Because this is Omok, not Baduk.

Unlike Go, a match could be over in the blink of an eye.

He looked at the Go board again and opened his eyes wide.

There was no need to predict the outcome of this match.

The game of Baduk, or rather Omok, had already been decided.

The old man didn’t stop his opponent from placing three stones in a row, but instead placed a stone in the corner as if he were starting a normal game.

Other onlookers who noticed this also started to make a fuss.

While the onlookers were making a fuss, Hanbin placed a black stone on the board.

Exactly.

For a moment, Muyeong’s expression hardened.

It was a particularly jarring sound.

Of course, the sound wasn’t important.

It’s because of one stone placed on the Go board.

One black stone was standing calmly next to three black stones.

Now the four stones were in a nice line.

Muyeong’s eyes, which were watching the situation, trembled slightly.

If this is Omok, you have lost the bet.

The slightly trembling eyes began to shake even more. Anyone who saw it could tell that he was flustered.

How many times has he lost a bet?

Muyeong thought deeply about the bet he had lost.

For a moment, Muyeong shook his head.

Because he couldn’t think of a bet he had ever lost.

For a Shaolin monk, he was greedy.

This was because, in the eyes of other monks, Muyeong was obsessed with betting and food.

Why else would the monks of Shaolin avoid Muyeong for fear of being corrupted by the world?

However, he possessed outstanding abilities that made his disciples into the three great martial artists.

He, who had never lost a bet with his disciples, now experienced defeat for the first time.

In fact, the current situation was just a passing bet.

But the important point here is that Muyeong was not prepared for defeat.

I hated hearing the word defeat more than death.

The reason he came to hate defeat so much dates back fifty years.

He had accidentally fallen into a state of trance fifty years ago.

In that state of selflessness, I met the Absolute.

Muyeong spent a hundred days with the Absolute in his dreams and performed numerous martial arts.

But it didn’t even brush past his collar.

After waking up, he wandered around looking for the Absolute that he had seen in the state of trance.

He set off on his journey without even having time to say hello to those who had given him the opportunity for enlightenment.

With the help of Open, he found the Absolute, but it was confirmed that he was a figure who did not exist in reality.

Of course, the enlightenment gained from the state of no-self was not in vain.

What I gained from the state of no-self was the conviction that I would never give up again.

Based on that realization, I devoted myself to practicing the perfect wall for nearly fifty years.

Actually, I wasn’t just looking at the wall.

He raised outstanding disciples while looking at the wall, and also shared enlightenment with the Shaolin monks who came to Bidong.

Of course, it wasn’t free.

We received alcohol and snacks from the monks.

This was a secret known only to a few monks of Shaolin Temple.

In fact, the reason I was able to escape from the slump this time is because my enlightenment was complete.

I was confident that I would not lose to the absolute being I had met in the realm of selflessness, whether in strategy or martial arts.

However, he lost the bet to an ordinary martial artist, not to the absolute being he had seen in the realm of nothingness.

For a moment, Muyeong looked at his hands with a blank look.

He has obtained the martial arts to defeat the Absolute.

But before I even met the Absolute, I lost to a guy who didn’t even have blood on his head.

The white stone in his hand trembled.

At the same time, Muyeong’s eyes lit up.

If you have power, you can turn the tables.

Muyeong shouted with strength in his voice.

“Why didn’t you say it was Omok? If I had known it was Omok, would I have put the stone in the corner?”

“Even though I told you to, you put it first.”

“Do you think that makes sense?”

“That makes sense. Let’s ask others.”

Hanbin turned his head after finishing speaking.

There was a shamanist troupe walking towards the stage, ready to end it.

Suun was coming to chase them away.

But when suddenly, eyes flew towards him, he couldn’t help but feel flustered.

Su-woon instinctively stopped walking after receiving attention.

This was the instinct of a martial artist that I felt while training in a shamanistic sect.

That instinct was screaming at Su-woon to get out of the place.

It was the moment when Su-un was about to turn his head.

The young man’s voice rang in Su-un’s ears.

“What does the Taoist think?”

“… … .”

Su-un couldn’t answer.

As I was approaching them to chase them away, I was suddenly asked a question and was at a loss for words.

Su-un covered his mouth and coughed in vain.

The martial artists who were watching began to gather in excitement at the sight.

“Come to think of it, I guess a non-partisan Taoist would be the one to make the decision.”

“What kind of judgment is that! Anyone can see that what that young man said is correct.”

“What does that mean?”

“I clearly heard that young man say that he did not want to play Go.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Su-woon furrowed his brows as the people around him chattered.

While trying to chase them away, I suddenly found myself becoming the host of a bet.

Su-un coughed in vain.

“Hmm, I don’t think it’s something I should do… … .”

Su-woon, who was looking around with his words trailing off, felt an ominous atmosphere.

Su-un paused for a moment and opened his ears.

Su-woon, who was listening to their conversation, furrowed his brows.

The onlookers who had been watching the situation with great anticipation began to burst out laughing.

Su-un knew it was a laugh.

It was Su-un who harassed the unmanned people while strictly controlling the sea sword.

But when it came to making a decision on the bet, I hesitated, and I couldn’t understand it myself.

Of course, it was impossible to keep my mouth shut forever.

Su-un, who had made up his mind, opened his mouth.

“That young man is right. He clearly stated before the betting that he was not playing Go.”

Hanbin asked again at Su-woon’s words.

“So, I won this bet, right?”

“hmm.”

Su-woon coughed and looked around.

It was a really strange situation.

I couldn’t understand why I was hesitating to answer something so trivial.

But this was instinct.

Because it felt like every word I said just now would cost me a thousand pieces of gold.

Then the old monk, namely Muyeong, continued speaking.

“Isn’t it basic to have a three-way match between a non-player and a bet? Tell me.”

“Hmm, if it’s a close fight, not a life-or-death one, then it’s a bit disappointing to end it in one shot. But isn’t the opponent’s opinion important?”

Su-un answered seriously without realizing it.

The onlookers also cheered at his words.

“The third generation is the basics.”

“That’s what the old man said.”

The names Hanbin and Muyeong didn’t exist in their heads.

The Shaolin sect that Muyeong mentioned.

The Habuk Penggaran family that Hanbin had mentioned had long since been erased from their minds.

In their minds, there were only two bettors.

It’s about young and old people making bets.

Neither Hanbin nor Muyoung felt offended by the nicknames they called each other.

What matters now is winning.

Hanbin continued speaking with a smirk.

“Did you hear that, sir?”

“I’ve heard that the third trial is the norm.”

“Well, then I’ll do you a favor.”

“Oh.”

“instead!”

When Hanbin showed his palm, Muyoung narrowed his eyebrows.

“What are you trying to say now?”

“It’s nothing. What will you do if you lose this time?”

“I will become your disciple.”

“You want to become my disciple?”

“Okay, I will become your disciple.”

“I decline that.”

“What is it that you want?”

“I have one more request to make. That promise must take precedence over the sect.”

“hmm.”

Hanbin took a step back at Mooyoung’s slightly hesitant appearance.

“If you don’t like it, just quit.”

“Who said no? Let’s give it a try. But this time, I’ll choose.”

“Do as you wish. But I will decide which events will take place on that board.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Hanbin nodded as Muyeong’s eyes lit up.

“Then what kind of board should we prepare, sir?”

“Let’s do it long-term this time.”

“It’s a long-term… … .”

Hanbin looked back, his voice trailing off.

There was no one there.

The sight of him staring into the empty space seemed as if he was avoiding this confrontation.

Muyeong smiled faintly.

“Are you insecure?”

If there was anyone who observed Muyoung’s expression, they would have been sure that Muyoung’s smile had slightly recovered his damaged pride.

Instead of answering, Hanbin snapped his fingers.

Exactly!

At that sound, Seolhwa came running from somewhere carrying a bundle.

It was a speed that made it impossible to tell where it appeared from, but the onlookers paid no attention to Seolhwa’s lightness technique.

Only the non-partisan Su-un was rubbing his eyes.

From what I heard of the conversation, she was just a maid.

Su-un looked around.

It was to check the priests’ facial expressions.

The priests watched the absurd bet without a care in the world.

Su-woon tilted his head at that sight.

It would have been natural to be surprised if a single maid had displayed such lightness and speed.

But his priests looked ahead indifferently.

That is, the priests’ eyes could not keep up with the speed of the white-robed maid.

Su-un took the bamboo slip out of his bosom again.

He quickly began to write down the current situation on a piece of bamboo.

What if a single maid could display that level of lightness?

This means that the two people in front of you may not be pharmacists.

He could be a much more important figure than we thought.

It might also be true that the old man came from Shaolin.

Su-un added the word Shaolin to the bamboo strip.

Su-un, who had inscribed the letters, threw a piece of bamboo to the priest.

Then he put the remaining bamboo slips back into his bosom.

As the priests crossed the mountain gate and headed towards the peak of Mt. Mudang, Su-un watched them again.