Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 184



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Episode 184

Episode 184.

It’s so gorgeous,

Infinitely changing,

It flows smoothly and leisurely,

There is a logic to using it in reverse,

Spread out with sharp memorization,

Each Sega martial arts class has its own characteristics. In particular,

Shaolin’s martial arts, which are close to perfection, show off solid and external martial arts in order, and internal martial arts, are diverse in type and tend to vary depending on the learner’s qualifications and tendencies.

Namgungga is also known for his fierce and powerful swordsmanship, but some people learn a sword that is only fast, while others hope to learn a sword that is versatile.

Even if the principles and principles of the non-partisan faction, such as Lee Yu-geuk-gang, Lee Jeong-je-dong, and Yoo Neung-je-gang, are established as representative, some people try to master the fierce and strong sword.

This was because there was no correct answer when it came to martial arts.

So each martial art could develop.

However, in the Jeongpa martial arts world, there was one family that went in a different direction.

Byeokryeokjincheonquan (霹靂振天拳).

The Hwangbo family’s secret technique, but also a technique of ascension that anyone in the Hwangbo family with special talent can master.

He says that he will open up the martial arts of ascension to all members of the family and that anyone with talent can learn it. He also emphasizes the martial arts of the Hwangbo family.

The secret to this is the overwhelming power of the fist technique based on the firmness of Mt. Taishan and the innate divine power, and further, the martial arts that have a resonance like the power of a wall.

Only the members of the Hwangbo family are encouraged to reach the pinnacle through their martial arts skills.

And the ones who handled it best and learned it deeply were Hwangbo Jung and Hwangbo Gyeom.

Wasn’t he called Hwangbo Jung of Jincheon-kwon and Hwangbo Gyeom of Byeokryeok-kwon?

But now, right before my eyes,

“You’re being so stubborn, aren’t you the one getting punished by me? Hwangbo Gaju.”

There was someone who criticized Hwangbo’s beliefs and stubbornness, and that was none other than Gwan-gwan Shik-eon.

“Because it’s not that flexible.”

Krumbling, krumbling.

Instead of answering, Hwangbo Joong chose to speak with his fists.

Boom!

The ground where the synonyms were located was twisted by a single lightning-like punch. The momentum was tremendous.

“……It really is a monster. It still has that kind of history.”

Sanggwansikyeon wiped the bridge of his nose and took a stance. If it weren’t for the transcendent toughness that made his human body seem inhuman, Sanggwansikyeon would have collapsed long ago.

“It’s not a mat, but rather, should I say energy?”

It could be seen as a unique fighting spirit emanating from his entire body. There is a unique energy in the technique of Sanggwan Sik-eon that was trained in the desert.

Those who wander in the desert die in search of water, and others who wander in the desert die from the heat.

The extreme sun, the energy of the sun, is enough to make you faint. In the desert, you have to keep your wits about you better than anyone else.

Therefore, the method of the Sanggwan Shikun contained the principle of the desert, which was to cut off the flow of energy of the opponent and render them helpless as soon as they touched him.

If it had been someone other than Hwangbo Joong, who had already faced it dozens of times, it would have collapsed and collapsed again several times.

The fighting spirit that rises from Hwangbo Joong’s entire body, as if he were about to fall, but did not.

“……No matter how much nonsense you do.”

On the contrary, the more he took away his energy, the more speculation arose, causing Hwang Bo-joong to rise again. Sanggwan Shikun couldn’t help but stick out his tongue.

I never thought I would come face to face with a human being escaping the confines of the desert.

“I think it’s the same over there.”

Kaang! Kagagagagak!

If the only thing that the Sangwan Shikyun did was to sap the opponent’s energy with the desert sun, then the Daemak Tyrant Gyeonchu that Namgung Moo-baek was dealing with was on a different track.

A desert sun, and a desert swamp that evokes an ant hell at the same time.

The ant hell of a shoulder blade that drained all life force would be death itself to anyone who encountered it.

“But why are you okay?”

The inspector facing him, Namgung Moo-baek, who was continuously releasing the blue light of his sword power called the Heavenly Sword, was continuing to advance and retreat against Gyeon-chu.

Boom! Boom!

Although it was only a fleeting moment, the moment he saw the battle, a flow like eons flowed through Sanggwansikyeon’s eyes.

It was a silence that arose naturally. Have you ever felt such a high wall of nothingness?

While I was witnessing the level of combat that was immersed in such a short time,

“……I’m sorry for interrupting your viewing.”

Kroong! Kwaang!

It was the right arm that was raised with the instinct of the stern words along with the drinking. At that moment, the bone that supported the right arm that the stern words had blocked broke.

“……My guess was right. You bastard.”

Hwangbo Joong’s words flow out calmly.

“It wasn’t like it completely relieved the shock. Even special martial arts had to be based on internal strength.”

“……You really are good at saying obvious things.”

The sage took a couple of steps back and forcibly put the pieces of bone from his crushed right arm back into place. There was nothing he could do about the completely separated pieces of bone, but it was a temporary measure.

“They say that the head of the Hwangbo family is as clever as a fox cub, and it turns out it’s true.”

The two eyes of the two men narrowed. Hwangbo Joong’s fighting spirit seemed to have grown stronger. Hwangbo Joong’s breathing, which had been showing signs of exhaustion, became more gradual.

I measured it by confronting myself. I found out how effective the martial arts that drain energy are.

And precisely because the internal energy of the Sanghanshikun was exhausted, Hwangbojung took advantage of the gap where the flow of ‘Heupmakgigong (吸漠氣功)’ was interrupted and used all his strength to spread his skills.

Know how to wait for the right time,

Know how to read the flow.

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It was a moment when I realized why the members of the Hwangbo family called him an exceptional fighter. The expression on his face, which was always relaxed, became distorted.

“Shit.”

The words he spat out were the same curses Hwangbo Joong had uttered. Hwangbo Joong gave a short laugh as he looked at the sight.

“It’s so funny how you think you know everything about the world while running a bandit gang.”

Hwangbo Joong’s gaze fell on Kyeonchu and Namgung Moobaek. Hwangbo Joong’s gaze was fixed on Namgung Moobaek.

“If you have someone who is far superior and gifted as your opponent, life will be hard. But for some reason, I couldn’t give up, and that’s how I got to this point. But what the heck?”

The energy of the wall still ripples from the two clenched fists.

“As I struggled to keep up, I realized that the level was getting higher and higher.”

“It was an empty sound, as if it had no impact at all, like hitting a grain of sand.

Toouk.

The empty sound continued. The meaningless punches continued like a sandy bottom that absorbs the punches.

just.

Not a single thread is hanging on it.

A feast of muscles that sway with every fist and a body beautifully sculpted at the end of waves of swaying muscles.

As time passed, it seemed as if the final punch had been delivered, and the punches continued to be more feeble than the other punches.

Hwangbo Joong’s body, formed through past enlightenment, and the essence he adapted to his body.

“Hwangbo Am, who was reporting, handed over a piece of clothing made of fine silk, and Hwangbo Jung, the head of the Hwangbo family, turned around and walked a few steps towards it, placing it on his shoulder.

That moment.

Basasaasasak.

The twenty-eight traces of feeble punches into the air soon followed.

Kukwakakakakang! Kwaang!

With a loud noise, all the smokescreens used by the previous lords were swept away.

Yes, that’s right.

Hwangbo Joong had already surpassed his previous level, and it was only at this very moment that he realized it.

The fact that Hwangbo Se-ga’s unmanned and Hwangbo Jung-sang has reached a level where he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Unae Sipjon (宇內十尊), who have never been reached in history.

Phew!

Boom!

Sanggwansikyeon realized that his right arm, which he had been adjusting in a panic, was crushed to the point where it could no longer function.

At the same time, the left arm that was blocking the blow was also unable to be raised properly due to the impact.

A look of bewilderment appeared in the eyes of the person in question.

Isn’t it Kwon-wang (拳王) rather than Kwon-seong (拳星)?

Has the world been deceived?

“I gained the enlightenment I had while fighting you yesterday. This is the first time I’ve used it in actual combat.”

In this way, a new absolute master appeared in the martial arts world. And that master had no mercy on the opponents he faced.

The moment I tried to run away from Hwangbo Joong, who was moving in a straight line, I lost sight of Hwangbo Joong’s new form.

Kwajik!

Before he knew it, he could see Hwangbo Joong, who had arrived right in front of him with a chilling sound. And.

Sanggwan Sikyeon lowered his head and looked down.

“……How vain.”

“If I am born again in my next life, I think it would be better not to be so foolish as to look down on others.”

At Hwangbo Joong’s words, Sanggwan Shik-eon opened his mouth to say something, but when he felt that his voice was not coming out, he slowly closed his eyes.

It was because Hwangbo Joong’s bare fist had already shattered his heart. He couldn’t even react.

Hwang Bo-joong, who felt it, turned his body back and flew away without even looking at the fight between Gyeon-chu and Nam-gung Moo-baek.

There.

“Wh, what! The, the captain is dead?”

“Pull up your weapons! He’s coming!”

“What an ignorant bastard! He must have used all his strength fighting the captain!”

It was a place where the bandits who were in a state of panic were belatedly raising their weapons and getting up. Hwangbo Joong’s two fists were engulfed in the energy of a wall.

“Don’t even think about coming back alive. I’m going to clean up all of you here today.”

Lightning flashed in Hwangbo Joong’s eyes.

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Kagagagagak!

The palm that reached out towards the empty chest as the black surface bounced off belonged to Gyeonchu. However, Namgung Moobaek’s surprisingly quick reflexes were to extend his waist, bend it back, and raise his foot to kick Gyeonchu’s knee.

It must have been a wonderful reflex.

Kyeonchu had to watch Namgung Moobaek step back with a hollow laugh.

“What a rare inspection. It would have been quite a sight if he had fought the guy who called himself the best swordsman in Sapa.”

“Don’t you feel a sense of crisis?”

“Sense of crisis?”

Gyeonchu, who was looking at the indifferent expression of Namgung Moo-baek, chuckled.

“Is it because of the birth of a new Unaeshipjon?”

The fists, power, and momentum of Hwangbo Joong, who deserves to be called the King of Fists, were swept away in an instant.

This was because Hwangbo Joong’s fist, which was unleashed with the determination to annihilate all the bandits, had already surpassed the previous level.

“It’s just a sense of crisis, it’s just fun. I wonder how spicy that guy’s fist will be.”

Kyeonchu laughs heartily and looks at Namgung Moobaek.

“I should quickly bend your back and go to that guy. If I keep doing this, all my children will die.”

At the same time, a burst of fighting spirit erupted from all over Gyeonchu’s body, and a murderous spirit that could not be compared to Hwangbo Joong began to spurt out like a burst dam.

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