Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 696



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696. Sword Incense (1)

Hanbin, who had raised Yongrin’s energy, quickly checked his remaining internal energy.

Because we had to calculate the number of remaining cases.

The Cheonra Shinsunbo was a martial art that he obtained while fighting against Sangwiho in Habuk.

A martial art that even the Phase Guardian could not display.

Of course, I knew the seven steps left by the previous Taegeuk Sword Master and the meaning of the Cheonra Shinsunbo, but the key was whether my body could endure it.

It takes a hundred years of effort to unfold the Cheonra Shinsunbo.

Another thing that needed to be confirmed was the seal of the blessing.

[Return: Fifty-one]

The blessing sign indicating recovery was halved.

The reason why the blessing was needed was because the Cheonra Shinsunbo was putting a strain on the blood vessels.

Although it could be expanded to polarity, it was a martial art that the body could not withstand.

It was said that half of it was just a pie in the sky.

Hanbin stepped back and applied ‘chronic waiting’ to the knot of the robe.

At that moment, the knot of blessings began to slowly increase.

Now the preparations are complete.

Hanbin took the first step quietly.

In that moment, the remaining energy in Hanbin’s body disappeared like the wind.

Instead, Yongrin’s energy began to swirl around the bridge.

Swish, swish.

Yongrin’s energy swept through my head as if I could hear the wind blowing through my head.

At that moment, Hanbin’s eyes widened.

This is because a faint white light was shining on the Seven Star Sword.

Baekdo, who had been running towards him, opened his eyes slightly wide.

I was surprised by the energy that was attached to the Chilseong Sword.

The white energy that was wrapped around the Seven Star Sword was no different from the energy of the immortal box that surrounded Baek.

Hanbin took another step closer.

The white aura of the Seven Star Sword lightly covered Hanbin’s arm.

For a moment, Hanbin felt like he was walking on clouds.

It was the same feeling I had when I opened the Cheonra Shinsunbo before.

Hanbin took another step forward.

Now it was the third step.

In an instant, a white aura reached Hanbin’s shoulders.

Baek, who was on the other side, asked in surprise.

“Are you a rebel too?”

It seemed like he had completely come to his senses when he asked the question.

Hanbin chuckled.

“Ban-seon? I don’t know about that. But I do know one thing.”

“What is that?”

“I am the grim reaper who came to catch you.”

“Your tongue is long.”

“My sword is that long.”

After finishing speaking, Hanbin took another step forward.

In fact, from here on out, Hanbin reached his limit.

It was dizzying how quickly Yongrin’s energy flowed through my blood vessels.

It was natural that the strong energy would make the blood vessels tatter.

At that moment, Baek ran towards Hanbin.

Hanbin and Baek face off against each other within a certain distance.

Hanbin now began to see the white sword in white clothing blurry.

He’s caught up with his time to some extent.

Hanbin’s Cheonra Shinseonbo was a martial art where the speed doubled with each step.

As your speed increases, it also means that your opponent’s speed decreases.

But it was still not enough.

Hanbin quickly checked the condition of the clothes.

[Return: Forty]

How long can you last?

Their swords clashed in the air.

Brim. Brim.

The Chilseong Sword, wrapped in white energy, was able to block the white Baeksa Sword relatively well.

Of course, half of it was blocked by my body.

As a result, the wounds were increasing one by one.

In a way, it was natural.

But Hanbin raised the corners of his mouth.

It was precisely because of the effectiveness of Gojingamrae.

Gojingamrae accumulates enemy attacks as internal energy.

Hanbin squinted his eyes and observed his body.

Then he tilted his head.

[Return: Thirty-nine]

Oddly enough, the speed of the blessing has decreased significantly.

Hanbin took another step.

Now the fifth step.

Hanbin felt a strange sensation.

This is because the weight of the Seven Star Sword in his hand has changed.

Could it be that the spirit of Jang Sam-bong has entered the scene and is helping?

But Hanbin realized that it wasn’t that.

The Seven Star Sword was really fading.

The new water of the non-partisan faction is gradually being eroded.

Although it was difficult for others to tell because the speed was so fast, the Chilseong Sword was gradually becoming thinner.

What’s interesting is that the reason the Chilseonggeom is sharpened is not because of the Baeksageom.

The Chilseonggeom was just getting thinner on its own.

In that state, he managed to hold out against the Baekui Baeksa Sword.

Hanbin was able to formulate a hypothesis here.

I thought that the Chilseong Sword might be absorbed into Hanbin’s body.

It felt as if the white energy contained in the Chilseong Sword was seeping into my body and protecting my blood vessels.

As a result, the rate at which the number of blessings decreases has slowed down.

The white aura is getting stronger, but the Seven Star Sword itself is getting sharper, a strange situation.

In a way, it was similar to the principle that the more ice emits cold air, the smaller its size becomes.

Hanbin decided to test this hypothesis.

Hanbin took one more step.

Now the sixth step.

Hanbin’s sword almost caught up with Baek’s time.

Hanbin glanced at the knot.

[Return: Thirty-eight]

The decline in the number of cases has now virtually stopped.

The more I walked, the stronger the energy I received from the Chilseong Sword became.

In addition, it was clear that the energy was absorbed into the body and protected the blood vessels.

You could think of it as adding armor to your blood vessels.

At that moment, Baek’s eyes trembled slightly.

He received the power of a box.

The key was to carve out time and make it your own.

There were problems with this method too.

The point is that your own body is not fresh.

Unless you are a god, you cannot accept all the power.

The moment you accept all power, you cease to be yourself.

That is, it becomes a box itself, not itself.

In that case, the surrounding circumstances should also be left to the soul of Han Sang-ja who has descended to this world.

That wasn’t what Baek wanted.

Using the power of the gods to completely suppress the opponent and in return turn everyone here into slaves.

That was exactly Baek’s goal.

Actually, I felt like I was rushing this a little bit.

If all had gone as planned, all these plans would have happened five years later.

But he became anxious when a little rat got in the way.

To be exact, my emotions were not controlled.

The rat was right in front of me.

The problem was that he was more sophisticated than I thought.

It felt like I was trapped, but I took advantage of it.

So the last move that was taken out was Gangseon (降仙).

But the fact that the rat in front of me could summon the same god as me was crazy and mind-boggling.

This was the first feeling that Baek, who was proud of having reached the realm of semi-seon, felt.

Brim. Brim.

The sound of swords clashing rang in my ears.

If things had gone as planned, this should have been a victory.

However, the match was not decided as they were only slightly ahead.

Baek chewed his lips as if he had made up his mind.

I decided to accept a little more of Han Sang Ja’s power.

If I had accepted more of the power of the immortal, I might have lost consciousness like before, but that was the only way to decide this match.

Baek, who had made up his mind, gathered some of his energy into his head.

For a moment, strange memories mixed in my head.

It was a fresh memory.

In an instant, the white sword became even faster.

Whoosh.

Hanbin opened his eyes wide at the sudden increase in his opponent’s speed.

After a moment, Hanbin quickly took another step.

That was when.

The Seven Star Sword in his hand disappeared without a trace.

However, no one watching the match noticed that the Seven Star Sword had disappeared.

Hanbin’s speed caught up with Baek’s time and he had long since surpassed the limits of a martial artist.

As soon as the Chilseonggeom disappeared, Hanbin quickly picked up the Wol-ah again.

I heard the sound of the moon, but the white energy was still there.

It was the energy that entered Hanbin’s body, not the Chilseong Sword, so it was the same no matter what he held.

After taking seven steps, I caught up with the white sword that had been moving faster.

That doesn’t mean I was keeping up with his times perfectly.

I was just saying that I was going fast enough not to die.

whiz.

The sound of the sword in my ears now felt like the sound of birds chirping.

When will this fight end?

It seemed like it would end either with one of them losing their neck or with one of them passing out from exhaustion.

Hanbin thought it was the latter.

Hanbin was also thoroughly blocking the blood vessels.

Now the knot of the blessing has almost fallen off.

Baek was forcing himself to keep his mind from fading.

What Baek found most disconcerting was not his opponent’s martial arts.

As amazing as it was to catch up with his own time, what was even more amazing was that his opponent didn’t fall.

Although it didn’t hit the target, it left numerous wounds on the opponent.

The wound wasn’t shallow either.

Looking at the blood flowing out, it wouldn’t have been strange if he collapsed at any time.

Baek gave up on capturing his opponent a while ago.

Capturing and enslaving people was only possible when the power gap was as great as heaven and earth.

At first, I thought that my opponent’s strength and my own were worlds apart.

When making plans for Mt. Mudang, the focus was on justification, not the opponent’s power.

But now it was different.

To put it a bit exaggeratedly, it was a difference of just a sheet of paper.

Baek pulled himself together and tried to recall his memories.

According to the investigation, the opponent was clearly the Sa Gong Ja of Habuk Peng Ga.

It is clear that the four princes of Hebei Pengga were people who were ridiculed as cowards in Hebei.

Even if it was done to hide the public’s attention, I couldn’t understand it.

Habukpengga didn’t have the power to raise a person of that level.

If that’s true, then it means that Jeong Ui-maeng raised it… … .

I couldn’t understand that either.

The Justice League was an organization comprised of various sects and factions.

They would never sacrifice their own interests to invest in nurturing talent.

Then the three masters of martial arts?

That was also unlikely.

From the perspective of an ordinary martial artist, one would nod in agreement, but in Baek’s view, it was difficult for even the Three Kings of Murim to raise such a talent.

Baek, who had thought this far, opened his eyes wide.

The only thing left was the assumption that the character was raised within Baekgyeong.

Then everything makes sense.

The fact that he was raised inside the background meant that he might not be the winner here today.

Baek gritted his teeth and concentrated his energy into his crown.

It was to receive one more box of energy.

For a moment, Baek Yi’s eyes sparkled and then subsided.

Along with that, the white sword became even faster.

Hanbin’s eyes widened at the speed of Baek Yi’s sword.

Hanbin felt that the one controlling Baek’s body was not a human, but a god.

Because the look in his eyes was different from before.

Hanbin quietly took another step forward.

But there was no change.

The change in speed was up to seven steps.

Hanbin only took seven steps and protected his blood vessels by receiving the immortal energy from the Seven Star Sword, but he did not accept the spirit of the immortal.

The opponent is in a state of accepting the freshness itself.

If things continued like this, this match was over.

Hanbin tilted his head, worrying for a moment.

This is because the number of times the opponent targets the vital point has decreased significantly.

They were striking together as if they were enjoying sword fighting.

Just like a cat plays with a mouse instead of killing it right away.

Hanbin looked quietly into his arms.

I was worried that I might have to use the last move I had hidden away now.

That was when.

The white sword came in, aiming straight for the chest.

Hanbin quickly turned his body.

Pick.

The white sword passes by, brushing Hanbin’s shoulder.

Hanbin had to step back slightly from the swept sword.

It was a crisis on all sides.

Contrary to Hanbin’s thoughts, Taegeuk Sword Master, who was watching the match, let out a gasp.

“Huh, that can’t be… … .”

“Why are you like that? Death penalty.”

“Look at that carefully.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Can’t you faintly see the appearance of a god on Peng So-hyeop’s body?”

“I can’t see.”

Hyunmun shook his head.

No matter how wide I opened my eyes, I couldn’t see the appearance of the immortal.

Instead, Baek’s body showed a perfectly fresh appearance.

At that moment, I heard disapproval from the side.

“Immeasurable Life Buddha… … .”