Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 98



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Episode 98. Underwater War (2)

Buck! Buck!

In the wide training ground, other warriors besides Sim Mi-ho were also training hard.

That would be the case, because they now know that the second son of Hanam Jeongga, Jeong Hwi-ji, who hired them, is here.

If you catch his eye, being hired as a full-time warrior in Hanam Jeongga will be a piece of cake.

There was no one here who would let such a good opportunity slip away.

Jeong Hwi-ji saw the ronin training with great enthusiasm and thought that the favor he paid to them was worth it.

That was when.

Jeong Hui-ji furrowed his brows and made an uncomfortable expression.

The subordinate noticed the expression and quickly asked.

“Confucius, why are you doing this?”

“What on earth are these authors?”

“They also have skills… … .”

As Suha was about to explain, Jeong Hwi-ji cut him off.

“Isn’t one too old and the other too young? The younger one is probably not fully matured yet, and the older one looks like he’d fall over if I stepped on his true horn once. How can I use them? You can tell at a glance that they’re second-rate. I told you to gather only first-rate warriors.”

“That’s first class.”

“They are first class?”

When Jeong Hwi-ji tilted his head, Su-ha ran to them and whispered something.

At the words relayed by his subordinate, the young man and the old warrior stood up and grabbed their swords.

A sincere smile appeared on the lips of the two people looking at each other.

At that sight, Jeong Hui-ji had a bitter smile on his lips.

Now this was a match between the two in terms of their attack power.

Rather than being training, it was just a show to show off their martial arts skills.

Take a difficult challenge and hit it.

And then avoid it effectively.

This series of events would make second-rate inaction look like first-rate.

Jeong Hui-ji was convinced that they had tricked his subordinates into coming in.

Then two men started to move.

Buck! Buck!

The loud sound of swords clashing.

Jeong Hui-ji narrowed his eyes.

He realized that his thoughts a little while ago were tilted.

Their swords were no gimmick.

True defeat was on their swords.

Definitely intermediate level or higher among first-class people.

If we just polish it up a little bit there, we can see a glimpse of the climax later.

Of course, this was from the perspective of a young warrior.

For an older warrior, this would be his limit.

Buck! Buck!

Of course, the young warrior is Joho.

The old warrior was wearing a long robe.

Joho smiled as he crossed his sword with his long robe.

The line that Joho is drawing now is actually monotonous.

Half of the techniques I learned in Cheonsujang were never used.

I was in the process of confronting my opponent with brute force.

Joho looked at Jang Sam and spoke with his lips.

‘Aren’t you overdoing it? You’ll hurt your joints if you do that, sir.’

‘This guy said, ‘Let’s see.’

A state where one can convey one’s thoughts to another through the shape of one’s lips, even if one cannot speak.

Of course, this was also a result of training at Cheonsujang.

Buck! Buck!

Jeong Hui-ji, who was looking at them, narrowed his eyes.

Jeong Hui-ji’s gaze was fixed on their swords.

Simmiho’s sword, Joho’s sword, and Jangsam’s sword.

Their swords were different lengths, but their shape was the same.

It’s the same crowd.

The subordinate noticed the expression and quickly began to explain.

“There are four of them and they are called Haenam Sawoo.”

“Haenam Sauna? I’ve never heard of it.”

“They say that although they trained under one master, now there is not even a single ant in the temple.”

This is what Simmiho said when he came here as a ronin.

It was true that he had trained under Hanbin, and now there was not a single ant left in Cheonsujang.

Everyone was mobilized for this mission.

When Jeong Hui-ji’s expression became serious, his subordinate asked urgently.

“Is there anything that catches your attention?”

“No. Call the leader among them.”

Sim Mi-ho was called in after Jeong Hwi-ji’s words.

Originally, So Dae-seop was supposed to take charge, but since the current mission requires speaking skills, Sim Mi-ho took charge.

Sim Mi-ho, standing in front of Jeong Hwi-ji, won the lottery.

“I heard you called. What brings you here?”

“Okay, I have a few questions.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Have you ever thought about working as a full-time warrior for the Hanam Jeongga?”

“… … .”

Sim Mi-ho looked intently into Jeong Hui-ji’s eyes.

When their eyes met, Jeong Hui-ji nodded to his subordinate.

The subordinate handed the pouch to Sim Mi-ho.

“Think of it as a gift from Confucius.”

“… … .”

Sim Mi-ho silently accepted the envelope and looked inside.

Inside, there was a generous amount of silver coins.

However, Sim Mi-ho’s eyes were calm.

Jeong Hui-ji’s subordinate said.

“Put it away. Then you won’t be so surprised.”

Simmiho’s calm gaze seemed to have lost its cool to him.

“Yes, thank you.”

Sim Mi-ho put the pouch in his bosom.

The reason she was so indifferent was because she had little money. In fact, the mission here was like honey to her.

In addition to the regular income that Hanbin provides, he also receives additional income.

So I had high expectations since it was an official military service, but the money was less than I expected.

At that time, Jeong Hui-ji opened his mouth.

“Starting today, I will entrust important work to Haenam Sau.”

“I will obey your command.”

Sim Mi-ho took each ticket. The corners of her mouth slightly went up as she lowered her head.

* * *

Clunk, clunk.

The carriage carrying Hanbin and his party was about to enter the entrance of Yeongdansan Mountain.

Yeongdansan Mountain is a mecca for herbalists.

Thanks to this, a road was created across the mountain.

That was when.

A scream came from behind.

“oh!”

The owner of the voice was Akbigwang.

The evil spirit was clutching his head and crying in agony.

Pyodu Yun Yong-ho quickly raised his hand.

“Stop for a moment!”

At the same time, as the procession stopped, Yoon Yong-ho ran urgently to Akbi-kwang.

“What’s going on?”

“That, that… … .”

Akbi Kwang’s eyes shook without mercy.

At that sight, Yoon Yong-ho grabbed his shoulder tightly and asked.

“Please calm down and tell me slowly what is happening.”

“Mu, Miss Musoyul has disappeared.”

At those words, Yun Yong-ho opened his eyes wide.

Akbi Kwang was so absent-minded that he couldn’t even take care of Musoyul.

I felt something empty, but I couldn’t find the cause of that emptiness.

But now I know why.

Akbigwang thought that Musoyul would be riding in the carriage.

I just checked and there was no zero rate.

Only then did Yoon Yong-ho realize that Musoyul had disappeared.

“Obviously getting off the boat… … .”

He trailed off. He thought everyone had disembarked from the ship, but upon thinking about it, he had never confirmed that Musoyul had disembarked.

At that moment, Pyeon Yukrang-ah approached quietly.

“Who said they were missing? I counted the people when I left, and there were definitely nine.”

Yoon Yong-ho tilted his head and asked.

“Nine?”

“Yes, there were nine before we got on the ship, and there are still nine now, right? So there’s no one missing.”

Pyeon Yuk-rang answered confidently, folding her fingers.

“her.”

Yun Yong-ho sighed and looked at Geom-oh next to Pyeon Yuk-rang-ah.

Their eyes met, and Geom-o-do opened his mouth at Pyeon-yuk-rang-ah’s calculation method.

It was truly an absurd situation.

Since Geom-oh joined, the party had to be ten to be exact.

But how could you not know that someone is missing?

But the good news is that Musoyul and Akbigwang are the exceptions to the rule.

Akbigwang asked with a blank expression.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Me too… … .”

While Yoon Yong-ho was in a difficult situation, Seol-hwa approached him.

“I was sleeping on the boat.”

“A ship? What ship?”

When Akbigwang asked in surprise, Seolhwa answered with an indifferent expression.

“What ship is it? It’s the one we came on earlier.”

“Then you should wake him up. Or else he’ll tell us.”

Seol-hwa shook her head at Akbigwang’s reproachful voice.

“No, why are you doing that to me? There are only a few people here, so I guess I didn’t have much of a presence.”

At that moment, Akbigwang’s mouth opened wide.

Come to think of it, Seol-hwa’s words were right. Who would take care of the no-soyul here?

However, the only regret was that the story of seeing her was not included.

Akbi-kwang looked back and forth between the road he had walked and Hanbin.

Hanbin said at the conflicted look.

“Don’t worry too much. The only thing you should be worried about is the number. You should probably be able to take all the wrath of Lady Mu by now.”

“I’m not worried about that either.”

“Then why are you so worried?”

“You broke my trust, brother!”

Akbigwang looked up at the sky. Akbigwang also acknowledged that none of them could defeat Musoyul.

Hanbin said, pointing to the back.

“If you’re worried, go and see. Who knows, maybe they’ll forgive you if they show their faces?”

“Oh, really? I told you to find the way. What if you get lost… .”

“Haha, you’re saying it’s too late? Then I guess I’ll have to hurry.”

Hanbin smiled softly, but Akbi Kwang only found that smile annoying.

Akbigwang opened his mouth with an expression as if he was about to cry.

“Oh, I understand, brother.”

He immediately turned the reins.

Coming soon, coming soon.

Hanbin clicked his tongue as he watched the moving away evil spirit.

In his previous life, Akbi Gwang was a friend who was called one of the Three Lights of Murim.

Even if it was like that now, in a few years he would be carrying the Shandong Orchestra on his back.

At that time, I might be able to give strength to Hanbin.

While Hanbin was lost in thought for a moment, Geom-oh approached Hanbin.

“Is it okay?”

“Are you worried about Lady Mu too?”

“No. I’m just worried about my colleagues.”

“You’ve discovered the realm of the incompetent. Your eye for detail is better than I thought.”

“No. I know it from rumors.”

Geom-oh quietly turned his head.

Hanbin glanced at Geom-oh’s face.

There were two reasons why Hanbin couldn’t pay attention to Musoyul.

Akbi Kwang and Musoyul were too prominent figures to carry out the final operation.

The second reason was because of the black ink.

In my past life, I remember a friend who had talent in something other than swordsmanship.

It was clear that the Ihwasingi, which was used by the bandits disguised as a couple, was also made by Geom-o.

After this tour was over, Hanbin wanted to take Geom-o to Cheonsujang.

At that moment, Seolhwa narrowed her eyes and grabbed Hanbin’s sleeve.

“It looks like they’re slowly catching up now.”

“I guess so.”

Hanbin nodded quietly.

But, he didn’t turn his head.

The goal was to pretend not to know and quietly pass by, then hit them hard in the back of the head.

* * *

The carriage, making a creaking noise, stopped halfway up the mountain.

As the breeze blew past, the scent of medicinal herbs tickled my nose.

The reason this place is called Yeongdansan comes from the legend of Master Daruma.

It is said that Bodhidharma, who came to Shaolin, came to Yeongdansan Mountain to make an elixir to give to his disciple.

The legend is that Dharma, who collected herbs here, made an elixir to give to his disciples, but instead lost the ship he brought from India.

It is said that a fleet stronger than the elixir seeps into this place, forming an even stronger natural environment.

Well, it’s true that there are still various medicinal herbs growing here that can’t be found anywhere else. It seemed like the legend wasn’t completely groundless.

Hanbin, who was looking out the window, stuck his head out of the carriage and shouted.

“Let’s take a rest here and go!”

At the same time, Pyodu Yoon Yong-ho raised his hand.

Whew.

The horse stammered and stopped immediately.

With the carriage nearby, Yun Yong-ho and his fellow activists prepared to sleep out.

At that time, Hanbin came next to Yoon Yongho.