Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 86



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Episode 86. A Thousand-Li Journey (4)

The paper was as thick as a finger joint, to match the thin brush.

The unexpected situation made even the monks and the three monks of Shanxi open their mouths in shock.

When else will you see a scene where a brush is drawn in the face of imminent danger?

Hanbin wrote diligently with a fine brush, not caring about the eyes of those around him.

Then he quickly rolled up the paper and put it in a container no thicker than a finger joint.

“Here it is. Seolhwa, please take good care of me.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Seolhwa quickly jumped onto the roof of the carriage.

Yoon Yong-ho opened his eyes wide at that sight.

Because when the snowball landed on the roof, the carriage didn’t move at all.

From a light perspective, it meant that he was not below himself.

This was nonsense.

In the Cheonri Pyo-guk, the second best master of lightness after the Ronin King Lee Se-myeong was Yun Yong-ho.

But to show such agility!

Before Yoon Yong-ho could finish his exclamation, Seol-hwa took out a letter and hung it on a bookcase.

Fooddeuk.

The dove flapped its wings and flew into the blue sky.

Who would believe that all this happened in the space of a few breaths?

The first to react was the Ice Blood Elementalist at the back.

His pale lips opened slowly.

“Hey, what kind of joke are you playing now?”

This is a story told to Hanbin.

But the one who really got upset was Seolhwa.

Seolhwa stepped forward.

“Are you kidding me right now? You call me a little kid, a little punk who can be knocked down with a single blow, not even a reed stalk? I guess I’ll chop him up into small pieces and throw him into the Yellow River.”

For a moment, the surroundings were enveloped in silence.

It was unthinkable that those words came from a girl not even fifteen years old.

When everyone was surprised, Hanbin said to Seolhwa.

“You take care of him.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Seolhwa nodded her head slightly. At this time, she looked like an ordinary girl.

But, that is their mistake.

Swish!

Seolhwa asked, pulling out a sword from her waist.

“Can I cut it?”

“I might use it sometime. Just take care of it roughly.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Seolhwa smiled brightly.

When Pyo Du-yoon saw that smile, he felt a chill.

That was understandable, since Seolhwa’s smile now contained a thousand emotions.

It was a story of a person who made a contract with Hanbin under the command of Heukcheon and the realization that something was about to be caught.

But, what came back after that was nothing but all kinds of chores.

Such resentment built up day by day, and her emotions were like an unlit wall bomb that could explode at any moment.

The days she had to spend as a maid had worn down her spirit.

It was just yesterday that her emotions reached their limit.

It just so happened that the opportunity to vent those feelings had arrived.

Hanbin, seeing her expression, spoke again.

“right!”

“… … .”

But, Seolhwa did not answer.

He rushed at Bing-hyeol Seo-saeng as if he were a child who needed to go to the bathroom.

Hanbin clicked his tongue at the sight.

Hanbin also understands that feeling.

Buck! Buck!

The iron fan of the Ice Blood Scholar and the soft sword of Seolhwa clashed.

A bluish aura formed on the weapons of Binghyeolseosaeng and Seolhwa.

Hanbin, who had seen the ice blood scholar with his mouth open and Seolhwa smiling with satisfaction, passed by Pyodu Yun Yongho.

Yoon Yong-ho narrowed his eyes.

It could be because I was concentrating on the story, but I couldn’t feel Hanbin’s presence at all right now.

At that moment, Yoon Yong-ho felt a chill down his spine.

If Hanbin was an enemy rather than an ally, his own neck would be rolling on the floor of the sandpit.

Yoon Yong-ho was looking at Han Bin’s back while thinking of a thousand different things.

Hanbin slowly brushed past Pyeon Yukrang-ah.

At the same time, Pyeon Yuk-rang-a swung his Nanga-bong.

humming!

A strong wind swept through, blowing away the fallen leaves around us.

However, Hanbin was not there.

Hanbin, who was out of the range of Pyeon Yukrang-ah’s attack, shouted nonchalantly.

“Mr. Yoon Pyo-du, please take care of that guy.”

“… … .”

Yoon Yong-ho nodded without saying anything.

Tsk-tsk!

As Yun Yong-ho readjusted his sword, Han-bin stood in front of Heuk-ui Sal-pung, the eldest of their sworn brothers.

“It’s been a while.”

“hmm.”

The black-clad wind swallowed the silence. It was because of the words, “It’s been a while.”

Judging by his actions, it seemed like Hanbin had met me once before.

However, it was the first time that Hanbin had seen the black wind.

After a moment of hesitation, Heukyi Salpung thought of a word.

‘Gyeokjangjigye’

He thought that Hanbin’s actions were shaking his feelings.

Then Hanbin spoke again.

“Are you sure you think we’re in a state of tension right now?”

“… … .”

The startled Black Swordsman took a step back without realizing it.

The actions that came out of Hanbin’s mouth, who I thought was a lover, were so contradictory. Hanbin’s actions were truly like those of an old ginger from Gangho.

Of course, Hanbin was also impressed by Heukyi Salpung’s patience.

This person, called Salpung, was a master of the Sapha who had encountered a sword in his past life.

The name Salpung was given because the wind blows without being visible. Since he only wears black clothes like he does now, the nickname was created by adding the word black clothes to the beginning.

Hanbin knew very well where his fear came from.

People often assume that he is a super-special assassin from Salmak, but this is a false assumption.

The black-clad Salpung, who had been engaged in a tense staring contest, opened his mouth.

“What on earth is the messenger you just sent?”

“Why should I tell you that?”

“This guy is the kind of guy who would shed tears if he saw the coffin.”

“Then you are a guy who is not worthy of the crown?”

As Hanbin laughed bitterly, Heuk-ui Salpung pulled out his sword.

Sreung!

It’s beyond the limits of patience.

For a moment, Hanbin took out a box of iron from behind and turned it with one hand.

The black wind stops for a moment.

Hanbin smiled at that sight.

“Are you worried that Cheongmyeonghwan will be ruined?”

“Hmm, this crazy guy… … .”

“You must have studied elixirs since you’re so nervous. If I drop this box like you think, the elixir’s effectiveness won’t even be a tenth of what it used to be.”

Hanbin smiled and played with the Hancheol track with his fingertips again.

What he said was true.

What is an elixir?

It is known to be a potion that combines various herbs to compress the effects of reviving a knight or increasing internal energy.

This is only half the battle in the making of Taoist elixirs.

Taoist elixirs are artificially injected with Taoist natural energy into a pill mixed with sacred herbs.

This is why there is a separate Taoist priest in charge of the podium.

What if the surface that has compressed the energy melts or breaks due to external impact?

The compressed natural energy inside would flow out, and the only thing left would be the medicinal material surrounding the surface, which would be a half-baked, or rather, a working spirit tablet.

For that reason, it was transported using expensive iron rails.

When Hanbin saw the Hancheol chest containing the Cheongmyeonghwan being fried, it was only natural that the other person was surprised.

Hanbin smiled in satisfaction at his opponent’s reaction.

It was easy to talk to people who had some knowledge of English.

Of course, it wasn’t a verbal conversation.

The conversation style was fist-first.

Hanbin threw the iron railing towards Heukyisalpung.

Whoosh!

The surprised Black Swordsman quickly received the Hancheol Track.

widely!

But something was strange.

Instead of the coldness typical of Hancheol Railroad, I felt warmth.

“Huh, what the heck is this?”

The black-clad Salpung shouted with a murderous intent. That was understandable, because the iron he was holding was shattered like a piece of wood.

Heukyi Salpung quickly threw the box on the floor.

It wasn’t a Hancheol box, but a fake box made of wood.

He gripped the wooden box so hard that he thought it was a railroad track, causing it to break and a sticky liquid to drip down his hands.

The black-clad Salpung quickly shook off the liquid and rushed to Hanbin.

The word patience no longer existed in his mind.

At the same time, Hanbin also pulled out Wol-ah.

Sreung!

In this place that had now become a battleground, only the two were laughing.

It was Seolhwa and Hanbin.

Seolhwa was currently calming down, and Hanbin was smacking his lips out of sight.

Is it a coincidence that Hanbin chose the black murder style?

It was no accident.

Because I confirmed the result with Heuk-ui Salpung.

If he had not known the true nature of the Black Swordsman, this fight would have ended in Hanbin’s defeat.

However, for Hanbin, who had memories of his past life, the true nature of the Black Swordsman could be a weakness.

Buck! Buck!

After a few rounds of sparring, Hanbin and Heukyisalpung glared at each other.

Of course, what was seen was different.

The black wind was aiming to pierce Hanbin’s nape, and Hanbin focused on the faintly rippling knot.

The reason Hanbin was so focused on the subject was simple.

That was Hanbin’s current situation.

A state where ten balls are stacked one on top of the other in the basic version.

Among them, the power is in a situation where the internal energy and the Yongrin Sword Technique are linked.

A few application notes and one personnel note.

Then what about the remaining parts that were not completed in the application section?

[Sound, East, West]

These were the three letters.

After this conclusion, there was no further development.

This mission was an opportunity for Hanbin to perfect the Yongrin Sword Technique.

It was aimed at the Sa-pa’s warriors who would swarm like a swarm of bees, targeting the Kunlun sect’s Qingming-hwan.

In the narrow land of Hebei, no more knots could be found.

It was clearly stated in the beginning of the emergency.

‘Find the scattered knots in the rivers and lakes.’

Now it is time to escape from the narrow land of Habuk.

This mission was an opportunity for Hanbin.

Those who have the will to do so have come here.

Hanbin entered the gap between the black robes with a deep smile on his face.

For a moment, a soft breeze brushed Hanbin’s shoulder.

Flutter!

Pick!

Red blood flowed out from Hanbin’s shoulder.

However, it was not noticeable because of the red uniform.

As expected, the opponent was dangerous to aim for from the beginning.

Hanbin included the utility of ‘speed’ in the eighteen steps of begging.

In an instant, Hanbin’s feet quickened.

Instead, the overall attack speed would be slowed down, but if the Black Wind’s feet could not be tied, the outcome would not be decided until the sun set.

Hanbin, who had dug into her arms, quickly came up with the next idea.

‘On the brink.’

In that moment, Hanbin flew away as if he had become an arrowhead.

The moment the arrowhead was about to pierce its target, the Black Wind.

Whoosh!

He disappeared, leaving behind only black clothes.

It was an exquisite harmony of the law and lightness.

Hanbin smiled pleasantly at the sight. This smile was very similar to Jiang Taigong’s smile.

What kind of taste can you get from a fish that is caught without any strength?

That’s how Hanbin felt right now.

The process of confirming each other’s fighting spirit was enjoyable for Hanbin.

There is a time to pull in the fishing line and a time to let it out.

Hanbin cut the clothes pierced by the sword into thin air.

Stroke! Stroke!

Hanbin flew towards the wall as the sword’s clothes fell to the floor in shreds.

Papak.

As the tip of Hanbin’s sword moves towards the wall, the yellow wall ripples.

Hanbin smiled strangely at that sight.

It was the moment when the true nature of the Black Swordsman was confirmed. What on earth is the identity of the secret sword that is mistaken for the swordsman of the Black Swordsman?

The Black Robe Sash originated from a famous Beijing opera troupe.

If you want to perform Peking Opera, you have to pretend to use a sword.

However, one day he discovered that he was more talented in swordsmanship than in Peking Opera. In addition, the swordsmanship he learned in the Peking Opera troupe allowed him to walk a different path as a martial artist.

Byeon-geom is the art of changing facial makeup.

However, Heuk-ui Salpung had the talent to change his clothes to fit the background.

His secret weapon was a stealth technique that could be used even during a duel.