Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 780



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Episode 780. The Last Move (3)

Hanbin’s expression as he quietly stared into space was subtle.

[Check the seal with the dragon’s eyes.]

[You have obtained the Heavenly, Heavenly Level Five.]

[Cheonwicheongeup: one, one hundred, precept, five.]

What is this?

The knot obtained from Hojo was not the last remaining piece that made up the heavenly-level supernatural power.

It was clear that the pieces that made up another heavenly supernatural supernatural power were there.

Hanbin took a deep breath and looked at Hojo.

“phew.”

Fortunately, there was still one hole left.

The place where the knot is visible is behind the head of the ship.

All I had to do was take that knot and complete the heavenly knot.

Hanbin checked Hojo’s condition once again.

If the opponent is in his current state, obtaining that orb is not a problem.

Hanbin gritted his teeth and used his sword as support as he quietly approached Hojo’s back.

Now, if we just take one more step, we’ll be within the gap of Wol-ah.

For a moment, Hanbin stopped walking.

Hanbin stopped walking and tilted his head.

No matter how much I thought about it, it seemed like there was something I had forgotten.

Hanbin, who had been looking at Hojo for a moment, opened his eyes wide.

Because I realized what that strange thing was.

Is there a heavenly, heavenly knot left on Hojo’s body?

This was something I couldn’t understand.

Even if a wound originally showed up, it would disappear without a trace when it lost its strength.

But now you’re saying that you can see the wound on Hojo’s body?

Hanbin felt goosebumps run down his spine.

Just as Hanbin used the expendable sphere and cornered his opponent with the first move of the True Dragon Sword, it was clear that the bastard had one last move left.

Otherwise, how could I have saved up my internal energy?

Hanbin quickly checked the remaining knots.

There was not a single particle of blood left.

I gave it my all in this fight.

The internal energy remaining in the body is also reaching its limit.

Hanbin rolled his head for a moment.

His own energy could be replenished naturally over time.

If I could just spend a little more time here and use the Golden Return that I used when confronting Eunuch Jo, I would be able to move around briskly like a squirrel running through the bushes.

The problem was time.

Hanbin stepped back, his movements to turn around and stab his sword in vain.

Although he didn’t do the begging and slapping, his movements were so agile that an ordinary person wouldn’t be able to keep up.

Didn’t the ancient sages say that there should be no hesitation in retreat?

Hanbin put those words into practice.

But the moment Hanbin leapt backwards, Hojo turned his head.

It wasn’t the look of someone losing strength and lowering their head.

Just looking at its eyes, it was a beast that had its prey in front of it.

What about Hanbin then?

I had to see it as a beast that had not recovered from its wounds.

Of the two beasts, Hojo seemed to have the advantage at the moment.

Hojo approached Hanbin without hesitation and extended his hand.

Hojo’s two hands looked like two-headed snakes.

Hojo’s twin swords flew towards Hanbin’s chest.

Hanbin laid Wol-ah down on his side and blocked his double-crossing strike.

phut!

Hojo’s two hands and Hanbin’s moon-ah collided in the air.

An ear-splitting roar echoed throughout the surroundings.

Hojo, who had stopped in that position, raised the corners of his mouth.

“This is my last meal, so remember it well.”

After finishing speaking, a white stream of energy flowed out from the pair of swords of Hojo.

The river surrounded Wol-ah.

Hanbin squeezed out the last of his strength and pushed the energy away.

But Hojo’s white energy dug in persistently.

Judging by the appearance alone, it was a battle of internal energy between masters.

Even though some time had passed, their attitudes had not changed one bit.

A silence, as if time had stopped, covered the surroundings.

It wasn’t just silence that enveloped the surroundings.

A faint energy spread out from Hojo and Hanbin.

It was then that the white aura of the tiger began to cover the surrounding area like fog.

You’re saying the wind is blocking your view?

To anyone who looked at it, this was an absurd phenomenon.

The King of the South Sea, who had been watching the two from afar, opened his mouth.

At first glance, they both looked like they had lost all their energy and collapsed.

After that, Hanbin squeezed out his remaining strength and aimed for Hojo.

Until then, I thought this difficult fight was over.

But the King of the South Sea realized that it was his mistake.

It’s a trap of favoritism.

Hojo rushed towards Hanbin like a hunting dog gnawing on its prey.

Then, their true energies entangled and a thick white fog was created.

A white fog that becomes thicker and thicker.

The King of the South Sea rose from his seat.

And then I flinched.

I wondered if I should really run there.

A thick fog created by the two’s internal energy.

Because of the fog, I couldn’t see inside at all.

The King of the South Sea was unsure of how to move.

What on earth happened?

It wasn’t just the King of the South Sea who was surprised.

Even Hojo, who had delivered the final blow, was surprised.

The current situation was not part of Hojo’s plan.

In fact, the last blow delivered by the opponent, Hanbin, was enough to surprise even Hojo.

This is because the self-defense technique that Hojo was most confident in was completely destroyed.

That wasn’t all.

The opponent’s blow cut Hojo’s sword in half.

The tops of the two swords were completely broken.

It was the first time I experienced something like this since coming out to the world of martial arts.

No one had embarrassed him like this in decades.

Hanbin’s last attack was like seeing his master.

Hojo had to make a choice here.

Do you take your opponent’s blow for the sake of saving face?

Or should I put my face on the line and make one last move?

Hojo decided to throw away all concern for face.

That meant that he acknowledged his opponent.

If I hadn’t truly acknowledged Hanbin’s inaction, I wouldn’t have made this decision.

Hojo tried to avoid his opponent’s merciless sword strikes as much as possible and saved his internal energy in his danjeon for one last move.

This internal energy would have the same effect as a welcoming drink.

Hojo’s last move was the Heupgyeongdaebeop, a martial art that had disappeared from the martial arts world.

A martial art that absorbs the opponent’s internal energy and makes it one’s own.

That was the absorption method.

In fact, there is a martial arts legend that says that those who have mastered the Absorbing Method will live a short life.

This was only half true.

It is possible to absorb someone else’s internal energy, but making it your own is something on a whole other level.

The methods I have learned and the elixirs I have taken are different, so how can the internal energy of my Dantian be the same?

Just as blood of different natures cannot mix, accepting internal energy of different natures was in some ways an extremely dangerous thing.

That is, if you forcibly absorb someone else’s internal energy.

If it weren’t for the secret method that his master had taught him, Hojo would not have been able to master the perfect Absorbing Technique.

It was obvious that he would become a wreck as soon as he started practicing the Absorbing Law.

Hojo learned special techniques to unfold the Absorbing Great Law.

It was a method of emptying one’s own internal energy and implanting another’s internal energy in its place, rather than putting another’s internal energy into one’s own.

In other words, what Hojo takes from his opponent is not simple internal energy, but the opponent’s innate energy.

It was a method of pulling out seeds or roots and planting them in one’s own danjeon.

Hojo expanded his danjeon in this way.

If the quality was outstanding, not the size of the internal energy, then it was taken away without regard to the high rank of martial arts.

Hojo’s Absorbing Technique, contrary to what was known in the martial arts world, was an absolute divine technique that could steal innate energy and plant it in one’s own danjeon.

It was the same now.

The idea was to knock down the opponent while simultaneously uprooting his innate talents.

There was no better opportunity than now, since the opponent, Hanbin, had just delivered the final blow.

The opponent’s qualifications were that excellent.

It was Hojo’s own plan to force Hojo into a situation where they had to compete with each other’s internal energy.

However, the internal energy he used as a welcome gift did not reach his opponent’s danjeon.

Instead, the true energy became entangled with the opponent’s internal energy and dispersed into the air.

Even Hojo had no idea what was going on.

Of course there was a reason.

It is said that Hojo’s Absorbing Method is so mysterious that it can steal the opponent’s innate energy, but Hanbin had no such thing as an innate energy.

Inside Hanbin’s dantian, Yongrin’s energy was building a tower in place of the innate energy.

If the Danjeon of Hojo is the granary of a village, then Hanbin’s Danjeon, built with the energy of Yongrin, is as vast as the storehouse of the palace.

How could the palace warehouse be moved to a village warehouse?

Even if it was a small seed, it would be an impossible task, like putting a pumpkin in a bag of millet.

Hojo, who knew that something was wrong, did his best to stop the Absorbing Law.

But even that didn’t go as planned.

The more I tried to take it off, the more it stuck.

This situation was like a fly on sweet candy.

Will the fly that tasted the sweet candy be the winner?

If you look at it right now, it could have been a winner.

But what if you can’t get your legs off the hook?

Hojo didn’t even want to think about it.

That was when.

Suddenly, his white qi and his opponent’s blue qi tangled together and formed a faint line.

At the same time, Hojo rolled his eyes.

Hanbin was smiling with a pleasant expression.

In the white fog, two unmanned vehicles were making contrasting expressions with the moon between them.

In fact, this situation was a unique experience for Hanbin.

The white energy that Hojo had connected was connected to Hanbin’s upper abdomen, not his lower abdomen.

Because the distance from the lower abdomen is far, it leads to the upper abdomen.

What would happen if the Absorption Method was connected to the upper dantian instead of the lower dantian?

No unmanned vehicle has ever experienced a situation like this.

But Hanbin was experiencing that situation firsthand.

What Hanbin received was the other person’s memories.

Hojo’s memories were hazy.

But I was able to get a rough idea of ​​his past life.

In a way, this was what Hanbin had hoped for.

I was already trying to get a clearer understanding of these organizations.

To Hanbin, their ideas were refreshing.

What they wanted was not money, fame, or power.

What they wanted from Kangho was simple destruction.

A world without martial arts or palaces.

For what purpose?

Hanbin continued to focus on Hojo’s thoughts.

When Hanbin was reading Hojo’s memories.

Hojo was experiencing a similar phenomenon.

This is because some of Hanbin’s memories entered his head and were embedded in it.

Hojo vaguely understood the current situation.

It was said that when the level of the Absorbing Great Law increases, it develops into the Absorbing Great Law.

The Absorbing Method was a state where one could absorb the soul of an opponent and make it one’s own.

Just like now.

But Hojo was not happy.

The memories of the opponent that came rushing in were like seeing hell.

The man in my memory was locking eyes with a woman in a dark cave.

That was only for a moment, and even though his body was pierced, he rushed forward and hugged the woman.

And then the drinking binge followed.

Flesh splattered everywhere and sparks flew.

The pain of his torn body burning in flames was directly transmitted to Hojo.

Hojo realized that this fight was wrong.

The opponent was not human.

In a word, the drink itself.

Born as a thousand-year-old, he was a being that could not even reach the tip of his toes.

What Hojo saw just now was the memory of the demon god opening the gates of hell and rising to the surface.

I couldn’t help but think that way.

Of course, it was Hojo’s misunderstanding.

Hojo could not have known that this was Hanbin’s last memory from his past life.

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