Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 664



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664. Start the game (4)

Su-woon, who was swallowing dry saliva, unconsciously clenched his fist.

He was surprised at his own nervousness.

I grew up receiving Taoist education, so how can I get so excited over a single thing?

This was a new experience.

The young man’s technique was amazing, but the old man’s technique was also promising.

It seemed like I shouldn’t use the expression ‘ddaengjung’ anymore.

If Heo Gong-seop’s technique could be used so naturally, it wouldn’t be strange if all the blue pieces were blown out of the janggi board.

In just one sleep, all the blue pieces will fly out of the board.

Su-un pictured the scene in his head.

An image of the Taegeuk symbol shaking unfolded in my mind.

“ah.”

Su-un opened his mouth without realizing it.

This was clearly a topic of enlightenment.

As expected, the private tutors were right.

Enlightenment tends to come suddenly.

Su-un closed his eyes quietly while standing.

It was the moment when he was about to grasp the topic of enlightenment.

Suddenly something flew into Su-un’s nostril.

Su-un didn’t think much of it.

When a lot of people gather, this much dust is bound to fly around.

It was when I was trying to recall the topic of enlightenment again.

Su-un began to sniffle his nose. The insignificant dust began to tickle his nose.

It seemed like if I just got a little closer, I would be able to grasp the essence of enlightenment… … .

His worries began to stir from within his heart.

Do you want to gain enlightenment or get rid of the ticklishness?

At first glance, it seemed like a question not worth pondering.

However, there were not many people who could control their five senses.

Su-un, like everyone else, couldn’t control his senses.

Su-woon’s nostrils, which had been in conflict, slightly dilated.

“Etch.”

I couldn’t stand it any longer so I sneezed.

At that moment, Su-woon’s expression became mysterious.

The ticklishness flew away, but along with it, the topic of enlightenment disappeared.

Su-un opened his eyes and blankly stared at the sky.

He couldn’t think of anything right now.

Only the lost topic of enlightenment remained.

It was when Su-un was reminiscing about his regrets.

Suddenly I felt my skin tingle.

Only then did Su-un wake up from his reverie and look around.

“what?”

Su-un muttered to himself without realizing it.

Because the surrounding circumstances were strange.

Everyone was looking at him like he was a traitor.

Su-un realized something was wrong.

He quickly turned his gaze towards the chess board.

Su-woon tilted his head.

The old monk was staring blankly at himself.

Su-un looked into the old monk’s eyes a little more closely.

The old man had a sad expression on his face, as if he had lost something, just like himself.

It felt like looking at a mirror.

That wasn’t all.

The eyes of the onlookers were all focused on Su-un.

The gaze was extremely harsh.

Su-woon tilted his head as if he couldn’t figure out why, then turned his gaze to the janggi board.

Looking closely, the egg shell was finished.

The red palace was pushed back.

None of the blue long-sleeved shirts were out.

Clearly the old man was trying to fight back.

But the game was over in a single sneeze.

Su-un couldn’t continue his thoughts.

Because my face suddenly felt stinging.

When he turned his head, he saw an old monk with a dejected expression glaring at him fiercely.

It was an unimaginable momentum.

Those eyes were so intense that they seemed like they could swallow the world.

Su-un couldn’t move an inch from that spot.

I couldn’t even move a finger.

Is this what a mouse in front of a cat would do?

No, it would be more correct to say that the difference in momentum was as great as that between a tiger and a rat.

Although it was only a moment, to Su-woon, the time that passed felt like millions of years.

Now it was the limit.

Su-un’s legs lost strength without him realizing it.

Sway.

At that moment, the momentum that had been oppressing him disappeared like a mirage.

He looked ahead carefully.

The expressions of the old man and the young man were completely opposite.

The young man was laughing heartily, and the old monk was frowning arrogantly.

What on earth happened?

Why did the old monk shoot such a vicious look at me?

Su-un couldn’t figure out what the current situation was.

It was while he was tilting his head.

The young man approached Suun silently.

At that moment, Su-woon took a step back without realizing it.

Because the young man’s divine power was mysterious.

I couldn’t see it exactly, but judging from the atmosphere, it was similar to the steps of a maid in white attire.

Although others couldn’t see it, Su-woon could tell the exact atmosphere.

The question was why the young man was approaching.

Su-un checked the sword on his waist.

He grabbed the scabbard and resolved that if the young man did anything foolish, he would cut him down with one stroke of the sword.

His seriousness was doubled by his bright eyes, clenched hands, and pursed lips.

It was when Su-un was about to meet his opponent with his sword.

A young man suddenly threw a lottery ticket in front of him.

“Master, I don’t know how to express my gratitude.”

“Ah, thank you?”

Su-un made the mistake of stuttering in an unexpected situation.

The young man was, of course, Hanbin.

Hanbin continued speaking as if he would not give her any openings.

“I won the bet thanks to the Taoist, no, the great swordsman.”

“Now, wait a minute… … . What does that mean?”

“I won thanks to the Grandmaster’s sneeze.”

“… … .”

Su-un touched his nose without saying anything.

It was true that the cold still made the sneeze cool.

As Su-woon stood there blankly, Han-bin continued speaking.

“Just as the old man was about to counterattack, I won thanks to the great swordsman’s sneeze. So, what else could it be but the great swordsman’s merit? Come here.”

Hanbin grabbed Suwoon.

Su-woon, who was absentmindedly watching, was led by Han-bin’s hand to where the janggi board was.

Hanbin pointed to the floor.

“Please sit comfortably.”

“hmm.”

Su-woon coughed and sat down. The moment the murderous aura enveloped his entire body, Su-woon flinched his shoulders.

At that moment, Hanbin turned his head and looked at Muyeong.

“Elder, the relationship between Shaolin and shamans is deeply rooted, so you will cause trouble if you keep doing that.”

“Are you giving me advice now?”

When Muyeong’s expression became distorted, his already swollen forehead looked like it had been hit by a storm.

Hanbin waved his hand nonchalantly.

“Advice?”

“If this isn’t advice, then what is it?”

Now, Muyeong is getting nervous.

Su-woon, who was stuck in the middle, just listened to them blankly.

Then Hanbin continued speaking casually.

“Just a moment. I’ll finish up something urgent first.”

“Is it urgent?”

“Yes, it is very urgent, as the life or death of the Taoist here is at stake.”

Hanbin raised his hand and pointed at Suwoon.

Su-woon, who had been listening to the conversation, was startled and took a step back.

This was a bolt from the blue.

“Hey, what are you doing now?”

“I said your life was in danger.”

“Are you saying you’re going to hurt me? And right in front of the shaman’s prose? Do you think you’ll get away with it?”

“Why are you losing your temper? I am trying to defend the Taoist right now.”

“What did I do wrong that you are defending me?”

“Didn’t I interrupt your master’s move?”

“What kind of mortal sin is that… … .”

Su-un’s voice gradually became smaller.

Because the old monk has regained his momentum.

The momentum that seemed like it would pierce the skin was burdensome even to the best master, Su-un.

At that time, Su-un looked around.

People around them are watching this situation indifferently.

Everyone was moving their mouths without stopping, as if they were watching a fire.

The same was true for the priests of Suun.

He looks in the direction he is and keeps chattering away.

Su-woon tilted his head as he watched them, then opened his eyes wide.

Because their voices were not heard at all.

The only thing visible was the shape of the mouth, but no sound could be heard.

If someone were to look at it, they would think they were having a group conversation with their mouths.

Of course that couldn’t be the case.

There is only one possibility!

It was breathtaking.

Su-un looked at himself, the old man, and the young man.

How can you create such an amazing space where not even the sound of insects can be heard?

I was speechless.

Su-un decided to calm his mind for now.

Isn’t there a saying that even if you are thrown into a tiger’s den, you will survive if you keep your wits about you?

Listening to his opponent’s story, it was clear that his sneeze had decided the match.

Su-un glanced at the old monk again.

He still had double entendres in his eyes.

It was clear that he was the one who had just opened the curtain.

It’s a huge bubble and a huge curtain!

It was clear that he possessed unimaginable martial arts skills.

It seemed like the curtain was set on something to harm him.

Su-un turned his head and looked at the young man.

The bright smile made her look good.

Who should you trust, the old man who is full of life and has a cool demeanor or the young man who seems nice?

Su-un narrowed his eyes.

Come to think of it, there was something else that should have taken priority.

First, their identities had to be revealed.

“I want to know the true nature of the small group. Then I can decide whether to take their advice or not.”

“Hmm, I am the fourth of the Habuk Peng family.”

“Are you really saying that it’s not Sacheondangga but Habukpangga?”

“As I said before, I am from Habukpangga.”

“Then what on earth was that memorization skill just now?”

The technique of sweeping away the red chess pieces with one blue bow was clearly a secret technique that could only be seen in the Sacheondangga.

Hanbin pointed to the fallen chess piece as if nothing had happened.

“This is Habukpengga’s 100% accurate method.”

Of course it wasn’t a lie.

Hanbin, who possesses the Yongrin Sword Technique, is from the Habuk Peng family.

Su-woon asked again at that sight.

“Well, I’ll believe you for now. But what advice would you give me?”

Su-woon glanced to the side.

There was an old monk there who still lit the twin torches.

Su-un quickly turned his head.

The atmosphere was so tense that it felt like a thorn was stuck in my eye.

Hanbin said while looking at the flustered Suwoon.

“Let’s start by organizing the order!”

Su-woon’s eyes widened again at the unexpected words.

“What do you mean by ranking?”

“We are literally talking about distribution.”

“Why should the young man and I have to consider the distribution?”

“Do you happen to know a Taoist named Hyeonmun?”

“You said it was the main gate just now?”

Su-woon tilted his head. The name of the wise man was not something that could be easily said by someone with the same distribution as Jang Moon-in.

Besides, the name of the gate is… … .

He was also a taboo figure among shamans.

Why is his name mentioned, as Jang Moon-in’s priest and the shaman’s biggest headache?

At that moment, Hanbin nodded.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Wait a minute, you’re not the Hyeonmun private school I know, are you?”

“Why do you think not?”

“Well… … . There are rumors that he reformed, but it’s already been ten years since he left the temple. I don’t think you’re talking about that person whose face I haven’t seen in a long time.”

Su-woon tilted his head, trailing off.

He tilted his head for a moment, then turned his head.

It was to hide the embarrassment.