Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 163



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Episode 163

Episode 163.

Boom!

The unarmed fighters who use their fists are cheerful and relatively unstoppable. Hwang Bo-jung, who is known as Jincheon-kwon (振天拳), is no exception to this category. Therefore, they had to feel it by exchanging punches with each other, giving each other a punch to the chest and stomach.

‘It’s not easy.’

Although he looked like a fool, his punches were by no means ordinary. Hwangbo Joong’s nickname is Byeokryeok Jincheon Kwon (霹靂振天拳), which contains the sound of Byeokryeok’s cry.

Even though he is showing off his powerful Jincheon Kwon that has reached the peak of its power, he just spills it or throws it away as soon as he reaches it.

Even though it was clearly a punch that hit the mark, it was not refreshing, like water seeping into sand. I could instinctively realize that.

“Did you learn any special martial arts?”

A smile appeared on the lips of Gwan-gwan-sik-eon at Hwang-bo-joong’s words. It was very similar to the smile of the author, Gyeon-chu, who had just appeared. He was the subordinate of that lord.

“You used to look at me like an ant’s butthole, but have you changed your mind now?”

At his appearance, Hwangbo Joong stepped back with a stern face.

“······You bastard.”

“You know what? Our tyrant and great king trusts no one. He moves wherever his hands and feet take him.”

“So what?”

“What do you mean? That’s how picky he is. And I’m just as picky as he is.”

Boom!

The right fist of Sang-Gwan-Sik-Eon, who had been closing the distance, aimed for Hwang Bo-Jung’s side. Hwang Bo-Jung also raised his elbow to block it.

Shh.

I looked at the expression on the lips of the man who was revealing his true colors and realized that something was wrong.

Fuzz.

Hwangbo Joong knew intuitively that something was wrong with his left elbow due to the fist of the guy he had bumped into.

“······There is no need to remove the corpses from the tent. Do you know why?”

“You really talk a lot.”

The ignorant one added one more word, not paying any attention to his words.

“Because of the blazing sun and the desert sands that devour everything. And we.”

The aura of death hovers over the two hands of the incompetent man.

“They are the ones who survived that hell. They are qualitatively different from those who live their lives as if they were nothing more than you guys.”

“······Are you done with what you wanted to say?”

Hwangbo Joong looks at his left elbow, turns it around a few times, and then opens his mouth softly.

“I guess it can be used about five times.”

According to the saying of the synonyms, the energy that had already seeped into his left arm would have rusted his elbow joint. If it weren’t for the muscles in his arm that were trained and unmoving even when he sent energy, he would have lost the use of his left arm long ago.

“Phew, right. As the head of the Hwangbo family, who is so talented, I guess he should be able to boast to that extent. I wonder what he would be able to say when he loses the use of his other right elbow······.”

Boom!

“Stop shaking your head.”

The eyebrows of Sanggwansik-eon, who approached him rashly and instinctively raised his left arm to block him, furrowed.

When the opponent’s right fist is aimed at the left side of the face, left side, or left forearm, I have a habit of naturally raising my left arm to block it. It was the same instinct as boxers who mainly use their fists.

So, wasn’t it possible for the fist of the unrelated words to accurately target Hwangbo Joong’s left arm?

“Isn’t it qualitatively different from those who live in luxury? Well.”

As expected, Hwang Bo-joong’s right fist, which came at him like a whirlwind, was blocked by instinctively raising his left arm.

Quasi-quasi.

“I don’t think that’s something you should be saying, since you have no competitive power. It must be hard for you, who have lived like beasts, to understand how to live in this endlessly competitive society.”

The moment Hwangbo Joong’s fist landed, he quickly drew up his stamina to shake off the pain from the shock that stabbed his left elbow.

“At least ten times. At least five times.”

Hwang Bo-joong shrugs his shoulders with a smile that is very similar to the one he uses for the phrase. Then, he rips off his martial arts uniform, which looks like every single muscle fiber is intricately sculpted, and opens his mouth softly.

“It’s probably the same conditions now.”

At those words, Gwan-gwan-sik-eon snorted loudly and kicked the ground. Seeing that, Hwang-bo-jung also kicked the ground.

Boom!

Their left fists collide in the air, releasing a powerful wave of energy.

* * *

The method of the spine sucked out all the life force as soon as it touched him, like a sand desert. The ground where Namgung Moo-baek took a step back seemed to crack and crumble, and wherever his palm touched, even a single blade of grass lost its life force and dried up.

“Oh my.”

The expression on Gyeonchu’s face becomes strange.

“Are you trying to avoid it like that? Was the reputation of the Heavenly Sword just a lie?”

Even when there was obvious provocation, Namgung Moo-baek remained unwavering. On the contrary, it was Kyeon-chu who was angry at him.

He was impatient and couldn’t stand being dragged out like Namgung Mu-baek, who only felt satisfied after getting what he wanted done.

so.

“Let’s fight as thrillingly as they do. Huh?”

“Does banditry make you talk that much? If that’s true, I can’t bandit even if I die.”

According to Namgung Mu-baek’s words,

“under.”

The body of the saddlebag stretches like a rubber band, and then it falls backwards, then it jumps up and opens both hands while keeping its gaze fixed on Namgung Moo-baek who is chasing it.

It seemed as if the new form had disappeared in a straight line, but before he knew it, it had blocked Namgung Moo-baek’s escape route, and a palm that had come close was reaching out right in front of his nose.

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Fight!

Namgung Moo-baek, who had raised his sword to block the attack, thrust forward with his palm outstretched with the intention of breaking the sword.

Kwajijijik.

Although it was just one collision, the clash of the two people’s internal forces instantly turned the air in the air into a rough desert, and the ground they were standing on cracked and split like glass shattering in all directions.

Namgung Moobaek’s breathing became increasingly faster as he avoided the tricks of the trap with his concise movements and the cracked floor. When Namgung Moobaek’s previously indifferent expression changed, Gyeonchu smiled as if he was so happy about something.

“Not yet. Not yet.”

The unconventional and unconventional techniques were far removed from the martial arts of the Jeongpa and could be said to be similar to the typical martial arts of the Sapa.

Saaaaak. Thud.

As the palm of his hand passed by, Namgung Moobaek’s sleeves withered and disappeared, and in an instant, the top he was wearing became a piece of rag.

“You look good.”

With attacks that focused on practical changes rather than flashy ones, he relentlessly pressured Namgung Moo-baek, blocking his path and his escape route, narrowing his radius of action.

at the same time.

“······Whoop.”

As the surroundings changed into a desert-like air flow during the dozens of agreement-making battles, Namgung Moo-baek occasionally felt the need to take a deep breath.

Namgung Moo-baek’s two eyes sunken, and his movements, which were free enough to ignore the laws of inertia, despite his small stature and hunchbacked body, instantly reduced the surroundings to ruins.

in result.

The sword that Namgung Mu-baek was holding shattered with a crash, and the sword turned into a handful of sand and fell down.

Phew!

Namgung Moo-baek staggered back eight steps as the palm of his hand touched his abdomen.

“How long are you going to be so proud?”

“······.”

“Ah. Well, your family is fine in Anhui, so you’re okay. But what can we do about this? Anhui won’t be fine either······.”

As he was saying that, a flash of light entered the eyes of Kyeonchu.

Bowl!

It was a swift and extremely practical sword tip that would have cut both eyes and blinded him if he hadn’t instinctively pulled back his nape. A blue afterimage remained before disappearing into the air, but it was only after hearing it that Gyeonchu instinctively realized it.

“Say it again.”

Namgung Moobaek’s reverse scale is none other than his family.

And as he felt a stream of warm blood flowing down his forehead, Kyeonchu’s smile deepened.

Found it.

I found the power to move the guy.

Madness flowed into my eyes at the thought of finally being able to fight properly.

“If you don’t kill me here, I will trample on all your bitches, and I will cut off the limbs of all your children, use them as slaves, and then throw them away like dogs.”

Then, in an instant, it falls on top of my head.

Emperor’s Sword Shape. The first solar eclipse.

The Emperor’s advance.

Light foot clouds, but the royal road of countless soaring swords.

The long-winded words of Sang-gwan Shik-eon and Hwang Bo-joong, the long-winded words of Jeom-chang.

And countless bandits from the Great Curtain and martial artists from the Jeongpa sect stop.

Kwarrrrung!

* * *

What was so urgent?

“I am the 16th great disciple of the Hwasan sect, Hwa Yeo-jin! I will show you the energy of Daehwasan. I will scatter and crumble without fail, but the spirit of Hwasan will not disappear and will remain here forever.”

The eyes of the chief of the Hwasan faction, Yushinja, turned red. His ever-changing sword was filled with poison, and the sacrifice of his disciple, whom he trusted and believed in without question, made Yushinja furious.

Anger makes you lose your sense of reason and gets hot, but when it gets to the limit, it actually becomes infinitely colder.

A pounding heart and a cold, sunken brain.

What better state can there be for a swordsman?

The energy of the Purple Haze Divine Power at the tip of the sword of the new believer became stronger. His sword, which had been eager to strike the fan of the Death God Blood Woman every time it opened, struck her down in an instant as if nothing had happened.

“·····Ugh.”

A short, urgent voice burst out from the mouth of the female death spirit, Ban Ihwa. It was not good. The person she was looking at was desperate to protect his own body. But the situation had changed.

The flow of energy at the tip of the sword of the new believer changed to a one-sided attack. Disregarding his own body, he moved with the sole purpose of inflicting fatal wounds on the female death spirit Ban Ihwa, so Ban Ihwa could not help but be bewildered.

If she is the leader of the Sa-Hyeol-Ryeon faction,

He was the eldest son of the famous Hwasan clan, who could not be defeated by a sword.

When he made up his mind and drew his sword, even she, who had the notoriety of being the Blood Goddess, could not help but feel embarrassed.

And the most annoying thing is…

“I-m-u-a-mi-ta-bul!”

Boom!

The shoulder of the Grim Reaper was pressed down by the golden pillar that was coming down. It was the opposite of the Grim Reaper’s energy, and it was the strongest and strongest energy. With the nickname of Shin Seung and the two letters of the name Hye Yeon, she was respected by the entire Central Plains, but now, with the death of the Ghost King’s Ma Pae, the Yellow Heavenly Blood Master Do Mok Soo, and now even her own ankle, her energy was being held back. If she let her guard down, her body would be destroyed in an instant.

What the heck, what the heck.

Ban Ihwa was full of things that he couldn’t understand at first. The head of the Hwasan faction couldn’t understand why he threw his body and poured out his sword just because two or three of his disciples died.

The fact that she could focus on other things while facing the sword of Galpyeong, the greatest swordsman in the world, who was one of the four hegemons of heaven and the hegemon of all evil, made Ban Ihwa, the blood goddess of death, feel astonished.

A swordsman who pours out his swords as if he has lost the world,

At the sight of a monk pouring out all his energy.

Ban Ihwa may be at this moment, this moment that she was just confident.

I had a feeling it might collapse.

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