Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 161



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Episode 161

Episode 161.

New liquid, new liquid.

A father’s heart breaks when he sees his daughter locked in an iron cage. What crime did that little girl commit to be locked up in that cold, cold place?

I wanted to cut through the bars right now and run out of here with my daughter.

however.

“Just bear with it for a little longer.”

It ends with a soft hum. Unlike ending with a single word, it doesn’t end with breaking away from here and carrying the daughter out.

Unlike the past when I was single and nobody cared about me, I now have a daughter.

“and.”

There was a separate obstacle.

It is the presence of the seal. At that time, when there was no seal, I made up my mind and moved. The presence of the seal was absolute in the world of death.

Black Tiger, who had moved away from his daughter in case she was suspected, moved as if it were his own home. Even though he was wearing a mask and moving, he couldn’t move with Black Tiger, so he thought he might be suspected.

Phew!

“Where can you turn your eyes on a first-class subject?”

First-class assassin, without even knowing what was going on, was kicked by Black Tiger and had to make a painful expression. However, he couldn’t say anything and just lowered his head to show respect to the special assassin.

“……I’m sorry, Mr. Heukgu.”

“go away.”

With one sharp word, the first-class assassin rose up and disappeared. Then, the shadows of the first-class assassins who followed him quickly scattered.

“You have a reputation for being a bad person, but why would you act so recklessly?”

“Want to give it a try?”

The voice of the black tiger was no longer that of the black tiger. The black cat, a special-class assassin, made an expression of disgust at the madness coming from the black tiger’s slit-like eyes.

“You and I are just the same as Haepyo’s henchmen. Heukgu.”

“So, are you going to give it a try? I ask one last time.”

At Black Tiger’s words, Black Cat ground his teeth, spat, and disappeared. He asked if he was avoiding the shit because it was dirty or because he was scared.

The black cat disappeared after leaving behind those words. And for the current black tiger, those positions were much easier to move at will.

Special class killers can receive the best treatment in the world of killing. Although they live in the shadows, they are the second most popular killers among them after King Haepyo, and if they are known for their foul temper, then Black Tiger is the perfect killer.

The current location of the Yeokcheonhoe was deep in Inner Mongolia, north of Beijing. It was a remote area that most martial artists would not visit, and the environment was so harsh that it was considered to be no different from Daemok.

Thud, thud.

“So, the Dragon King of the Yangtze went to the Yangtze River and Jianchu went to Guangxi. What about Galpyeong and Baek Gwang?”

“Ugh.”

A first-class assassin falls to the ground, leaning against the wall and spitting out blood. At Black Tiger’s kick, another first-class assassin opens his mouth as if spitting out something.

“Huh, Heukgu-nim. Go, Galpyeong-nim…….”

Phew.

“Ugh, oh, why…….”

“Why don’t you know it’s right? Then you have to be right again.”

Even with the reckless behavior, the first-class killer’s reaction was very similar. It was like, “I’d rather speak up quickly than get bitten by this crazy dog.”

“That, that’s why, Mr. Galpyeong…….”

Phew.

“Isn’t that guy the one who puts the title “Haepyo” on? Who is your superior?”

At those words, the faces of the first-class assassins turned pale. Black Goo, who was said to be no different from the right hand and arm of the King of Salmon, was a mad dog that had lost control and was no different from an eight-seater carriage with broken brakes.

The black tiger, which was running wild, extracted the information it wanted from the first-class assassins.

“The people who remain here now.”

Currently, the main characters are the Red Turban Bandit Master Zhu Tae-hwa, the Green Forest Fighter Baek Gwang, the Lord of the Rebellious Heavens, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River Gu Man, the First Sword of the Snake Waves and the Overlord of All Evils Gal Ping, the Tyrant of the Great Moss Jian Chu, and the King of Murder Hae Pyo. Of the six main characters, only one is still in place.

“The King of Murder, Haepyo. So there’s only one.”

Heukho, who roughly estimated that there were over a hundred first-class assassins and twenty special-class assassins, grasped the scale and geography of the Red Turban Army in detail.

It was the black tiger who saw the bulge that he thought might be of some help. And then.

“……By the way, Heukho, why does that guy keep wandering around outside?”

In the invisible darkness, amidst the thin air, a single voice emerged from the shadows and flowed out, and Heukho opened his mouth with determination.

“This is the task that Haepyo-nim has entrusted to me. Are you curious?”

“It seems like even your speech has strangely changed.”

The black tiger wiggled its eyebrows,

“If you have any complaints, come at me.”

As usual, I threw out a word.

“……Is it really that bad?”

At those words, the new form of the black tiger disappeared.

Chaeng! Chaengchaeng!

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Several flashes of light flashed in the air. In the thick darkness, where nothing could be identified, a fierce battle ensued, and as a thick aura rose from the Black Tiger’s dagger, soft words flowed out from the darkness.

“It’s not the first or second time you’ve been meddlesome, but if you show any strange behavior, you will be punished immediately. Remember that.”

Strange behavior, even if he was wearing a black mask, there must have been something awkward and out of place. And most of the special assassins have a keen eye for such subtle differences.

Perhaps there was something awkward about the black tiger imitating the black goose’s appearance.

Sensing the disappearance of human presence, Black Tiger sighed.

“……There isn’t much time.”

* * *

“Namu Amitabha Buddha!”

Boom!

The Yellow Spring Blood Hand master was blown away far away. It seems that the name Shin Seung was not just a lie.

Galpyeong looked at the monk who was reciting the sutra with a smile on his face.

“Hye-yeon.”

“The worst of all evils.”

“I feel very happy that such a great monk remembers my lowly name.”

“Don’t act rashly and take them with you.”

At those words, Galpyeong’s expression hardens slightly. Then he shakes his head.

“I guess you’ve become more and more contemptuous of me after dealing with so many idiots, Shin Seung. You know who I am, don’t you?”

“……What good is shedding blood for nothing? Each person should strengthen their position. A person who is indifferent to worldly pleasures, cravings, and delusions, and who does not flow to extremes in all matters, is called a great person. Haven’t you reached a point where you don’t need to be obsessed with useless amusements?”

Oh my. Ssrrrr!

“Of course. But you know, if even Buddha can talk so peacefully in front of my sword.”

The sword was pulled out from the scabbard of Galpyeong with a clear sound. The Hwangcheonhyeolsu Do Moksu, who had risen up, and the two men and women sitting on either side of him walked out, yawning.

At that sight, the expression of the Hyeoncheon Sword (玄天劍), the eldest of the Hwasan faction, standing next to Shin Seung Hye-yeon, hardened.

“Ghost King’s Badge, Death God Blood Woman Ban Ihwa.”

“Oh. We’re not dead yet? Have you seen, Ewha? There are so many people who remember this brother.”

“Immeasurable Life Buddha.”

A man who appears to be the Ghost King’s Mapae pulls out a small axe from his waistband and swings it around. A beautiful woman scoffs at his reaction and opens her fan with a sneer.

“Brother, you’re a crazy bastard. You still look like you’re doing something with an axe, what the heck.”

“What!? Oh, today I will definitely……!”

The reason why the expressions of the Hyeoncheon Sword’s new believers did not soften was because they were also the heads of the Ghost King’s Sect and the heads of the Four Bloodlines. They were absorbed by the then Wanak Sect’s head, Sapa Jeilgeom Galpyeong, and are currently integrated into a single sect called Sapaecheon (四覇天), but their notoriety and skills were by no means inferior to those of the Hyeoncheon Sword’s new believers.

On the contrary, they were still showing off their notoriety without hesitation and firmly demonstrating the power of Sapaecheon.

“The blood of the Yellow Heavenly King, the demon king’s horse, the blood of the Grim Reaper, Ban Ihwa. And… the evil and wicked Galpyeong.”

Shin Seung Hye-yeon also faced their extremely leisurely appearance with a serious expression.

‘Namu Amitabha Buddha, the situation is worse than I thought.’

Unlike the groups of Sapa who were originally aggressive, the current Jeongpa Murim were firmly entrenched in their respective positions, so if such a large-scale war broke out, they would inevitably be in danger. That was why Hye-yeon personally stepped forward to quickly drive out Sapacheon, but as if waiting, Sapacheonju Man-ak-paecheon Gal-pyeong was waiting.

“Namu Amita Buddha. Hyukri Gon Jangmunin. And Yushinja Jangmunin.”

“Speak, Shin Seung.”

“yes.”

Hyuk-Ri-Gon, the eldest son of Jong-Nam, and Yu-Sin-Ja, the eldest son of Hwa-San, looked at Shin-Seung Hye-Yeon with their expressions fixed on their faces.

“As you can see, the situation is not very good. However……”

“How about an operational retreat?”

The expressions of the people listening to Hyuk-Ri-Gon’s words, which cut off Shin-Seung’s speech and allowed him to express his thoughts, hardened.

“Listen carefully to what I say. In a fight like this, the absolute advantage is always in numbers. Even if I and the leader of the Hyeoncheon Sword attack, who can stop the remaining one? If they start running wild, we’ll all end up dying.”

Hyuk-Ri-Gon’s gaze was in Shin Seung Hye-Yeon’s two eyes, and a sigh escaped from Shin Seung Hye-Yeon’s mouth as she looked into those gazes.

“Hyeokri-gon is a long-sleeved man.”

“I didn’t say retreat in terms of strategy. I know where I want to retreat. But if you retreat just a little bit and come back with the others……!”

“What are you so afraid of?”

It was Hyukri-gon who stopped at one word.

“What on earth are you so afraid of that you are thinking of putting aside all the merits and virtues you have accumulated and turning away? Just as milk that is just squeezed does not spoil, and a spark covered with ashes does not go out, even if the karma you have committed is not immediately visible, you will hide in the shadows and follow the almsgiver.”

At those words, Hyuk-Ri-Gon’s face turns bright red. Then, he pretends to blink and shifts his gaze here and there before quietly opening his mouth.

“Think as you wish, but I don’t want to die a dog’s death.”

The moment I was about to turn around,

“From now on, it will be Palpa-ilbang, not Gupa-ilbang. At least in the Murim Alliance, we have no intention of showing any mercy to those who turn a blind eye to the fight to protect the stability of the people’s livelihood.”

At those words, Hyuk-Ri-Gon’s expression became thoughtful. The moment he was about to open his mouth to say something again, Hye-Yeon opened her mouth quietly.

“A word that has once been spoken cannot be taken back. So Jongnam, go your own way. I can guarantee that Shaolin will never see Jongnam again until I die.”

And the prayer beads on Hye-yeon’s wrists fell down with a clang. It was a ghostly object and a Shaolin artifact that had accompanied him with the merits and virtues he had accumulated throughout his life.

Gold Buddha, gold deity.

The glory of Buddha’s life.

Hye-yeon’s body slowly rises into the air. This is the part that shows why his fame is widely known with the nickname of Shinseung (神僧).

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