Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 185



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Episode 185

Episode 185.

The bandits were destroyed,

The correlative expression is dead.

Nevertheless, as if there was nothing that could impede the movement of the shoulder blades, he raised his momentum.

It seems as if he is willing to risk everything for the sole purpose of defeating Namgung Moo-baek.

The red eyes of Gyeonchu, which were in stark contrast to Namgung Moobaek’s calm gaze, were sparkling and reaching out.

Kwaaaaang!

The explosive palm of the hunchback struck Namgung Moobaek’s sword face with a loud noise. The increasing acceleration and unparalleled destructive power made everyone forget about his hunchback appearance.

Blood flowed down from the corner of Namgung Moo-baek’s mouth. Unlike the attacks he had blocked or let slip up until now, Namgung Moo-baek felt something was wrong the moment he blocked them.

However, without giving an inch of hesitation, Namgung Moo-baek wiped the corner of his mouth and readjusted his grip on his sword. That expressed his will.

“That’s the Heavenly Sword.”

As if it was fun, Kyeonchu spread his palms out, scattering light. As befitting the name of the explosion field, the destructive power of a wall-crawler was seeping into his palms.

As soon as it touched him, it shook Namgung Moo-baek’s insides.

“I’m not some sloppy suction machine. I’m a real one.”

Unlike the common sense, the desert has mastered the technique of absorbing energy to the extreme. The desert sucks the soul of a person and sucks out their life force. At the same time, it dries up even a single drop of moisture without letting it fly into the air.

The desert itself was the desert.

A vast ocean that is more daunting than the vast ocean from which one cannot easily escape once one touches it.

Because he was a living being, everyone who dealt with him felt at a loss every time they dealt with him.

Even Namgung Moo-baek, who had been calm, decided that he could no longer do this after a few attacks, so he retreated little by little and opened up some distance by unfolding his true colors.

I think it was called the Emperor’s Reign.

Using numbers that are not the same.

It was a smiling face.

It takes away the opponent’s energy and makes them lose their spirit. It takes away their flow and cuts off their breathing.

That was the fighting style of the Jianchu. An opponent who struggles like that will not be able to escape from the Jianchu and will eventually die.

Even if it were the Heavenly Sword, the result wouldn’t be much different.

That moment.

Paaaaah!

The sword of the guy called the Heavenly Sword grew in size and unleashed the same Emperor Sword form as before. It was useless. The combination of the Explosion Strike and the Absorbing Strike was the strongest.

The Emperor’s sword swings, the seven-line sword strikes, counterattack with a blast, and in one breath, grab the bastard’s Adam’s apple and suck out all the moisture with the absorption technique.

Go and struggle with your withered body.

Boom!

Emperor’s Sword Shape. My transplant.

Emperor’s Seven Heavenly Ranks.

The Emperor’s sword swings, and first strikes away the seven lines of sword power with an explosive blast.

Just like that once.

The light beam that flew in disappeared as it hit the blast field, and then he raised it towards the next sword force and struck with the blast field. No matter how fast he was, he would not be able to fool the senses of the stern and come in.

Boom!

Once again, once again.

He successively swung his right and left hands to unleash a blast of light, and the three rays that touched him shattered into thin air.

After rendering five attacks useless, he finally found the two remaining sword powers to focus on.

“……hmm.”

And the squire let out a short groan. The two strikes did not hit his neck, heart, or vital points, but rather his knees.

“It’s nothing more than a shallow trick. How dare you try to deceive the eyes.”

The instinct of the unmanned, the defense against continuous attacks is mainly to protect the vital points and the head, because it is an attack that is excellent for inflicting fatal wounds in a single move.

However, attacks aimed at the knees or shins for the sole purpose of causing a single bruise almost never occur in fights between those who have reached the highest level.

There is one reason for this.

Because if you try to attack by targeting a useless part, you can easily end up suffering a greater fatal injury.

The killing intent on the blast site of the shoulder blades grew stronger. It was because he was angry. The tension that erupted in an instant covered Namgung Moo-baek in one breath.

Boom!

Amidst the explosion, smoke rose acridly, and the red palm of the swordsman, who was thrusting towards Namgung Moo-baek, who was trying to avoid the smoke, tore through the air and struck him in one blow.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

As he was pushed away, another spurt of blood burst out from Namgung Moo-baek’s nose and mouth.

however.

“You fucking XX.”

The two eyes of the sergeant were bloodshot. This time, it was because he felt a burning sensation on the top of his feet.

The blood that was spitting out of Namgung Moo-baek’s nose and mouth right now was no different from the blood that was being poured out for that useless trick.

But why?

Why on earth?

Kyeonchueun blinked her eyes.

A gust of wind rises in both hands. The strange feeling of a dragon fist that you would see in the desert rises in all directions, showing that Jianchu’s anger has reached the tip of his head.

When the explosion reaches its peak, it creates a wind like this. The wind of the wind of the dragon fist has such a powerful destructive power that it can even cut through a diamond in an instant.

The Emperor’s Sword-shaped energy that Namgung Mu-baek created struck down the Dragon Fist Wind of the Explosion Field that was closing the distance.

Kuung!

The moment he pressed down, the expression on his face hardened.

* * *

Baek Gwang’s knees, thighs, shins, calves, ankles, and even the instep.

Countless bruises are carved and muscle bundles are severed.

simple.

And then Namgung Ban’s sword.

A sword, a sword that is as ordinary as it is depressing.

Kuung!

The moment he pressed down, Baek Gwang’s expression hardened.

The form of the giant sword was that of the Emperor’s sword, and instead of the Emperor’s sword form, it displayed a strange move of unfolding the Iron Sword Ten Form.

And funny enough, the pressure and momentum.

Knock knock.

It made Baek Gwang’s giant body shake. Baek Gwang’s body, which was tilting, seemed to be leaning to one side, but it barely managed to regain its balance.

* * *

resonance.

Somewhere, there is a similar energy to you,

And thinking the same thing as you.

Namgung Moo-baek, who felt the sword being swung, relaxed the tight corners of his mouth that had been maintained the whole time and smiled.

The momentum bursting out from all sides of Namgung Moo-Baek and the pressure of the Emperor’s Sword exploded and met with the wind of the dragon fist of Jianchu.

It made the body of the saddle sway. The body of the saddle swayed to one side, but it barely managed to regain its balance.

The gaze of the saddle wavers.

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‘I’m going to lose my balance just from momentum and pressure? That can’t be happening!’

And I quickly figured out why.

“no way.”

I thought it was just a joke.

They just laughed it off as a joke.

Knees, insteps, shins, calves, ankles.

Blood was seeping out of every wound that was not easily healed for some reason.

Before you feel pain, your muscles aren’t working properly.

Why.

It’s impossible to recover even to that extent.

“Tendons and muscles are not something that can be easily recovered even by the most skilled athletes.”

Slowly, without the other person noticing.

Take your time, and devour it leisurely.

Each and every move that was dug in like that led to this result.

“You know what? This one move.”

Namgung Moo-baek spoke at length for the first time. He opened his mouth as if he was so excited about something.

“There are so many different and practical ways to subdue your opponent. You can make them let their guard down and approach them to your advantage to defeat them.”

“What does that mean?”

He was holding the weight with both hands until they were soaked with blood. He tried to correct his posture by squeezing the muscles in his legs that were not working as he wanted them to.

And then.

“It was a move by a boy who was only fifteen years old. Don’t you think it’s amazing?”

He was a fifteen-year-old boy who entered the swordsmanship competition, a competition that young men of his age were only allowed to participate in, and won.

In the last match, I kicked my opponent’s knee. Even then, my opponent didn’t think much of it, but it was the difference between victory and defeat.

Namgung Moo-baek couldn’t help but be shocked. It was as if he was being told.

It’s not just about pouring out your experience,

It’s not just about using your strength to defeat and win against your opponent.

Being strategic, being able to lead slowly and steadily while also making sacrifices for the next move and inducing complacency.

That’s what a match is.

And there was no mercy in Namgung Moobaek’s sword that swept away Gyeonchu’s unrecovered lower body.

Kuung!

Namgung Moo-baek’s sword tip was also simple and straight.

It was a ten-style iron sword. It was made of the Emperor’s sword.

* * *

Kuung!

Baek Gwang knelt down on one leg. He was so tall and big that even though he was on one knee, his eye level was the same, so he still felt uncomfortable.

But that was no problem for the outstretched sword.

I was feeling it.

resonance.

It resonates deep in my heart.

I feel a trembling deep in my danjeon.

Same thoughts as me,

Same will as me,

Same behavior as me.

I know it’s a long way off and it sounds crazy, but it’s clear.

At this same time as me, I met someone and they are unfolding the number of thoughts as I intended.

And it is a great sword made of particles of the Emperor’s sword.

That he’s cutting the bastard apart in one fell swoop.

I can feel Baek Gwang’s tantrum. The thick, piercing cry resonates through the pressure.

Nevertheless, I split the bastard’s head open, even tearing at the tears.

The countless steps taken to reach the Emperor’s Sword.

The basics are what the seed needs to germinate.

The moment when the basics become the foundation and the cornerstone is laid, it truly ‘germinates’.

Crunch!

* * *

Crunch!

The ten iron swords made of the Emperor’s sword.

This simple sword is clearly visible, but the wind of the dragon fist that pours out when facing it cuts it to pieces and disappears into pieces.

The tantrum was very brief.

“I never thought the Heavenly Sword would be released.”

“What have you been doing without having children? It’s your fault for living without knowing the fun.”

A single sword passed from the crown of the head to the groin.

“Since you are my child, I guess I will have to consider it in my next life.”

“In my next life, I will live without regrets.”

Namgung Moo-baek turned his body away, leaving behind the bitter expression on Gyeon-chu’s face.

And then there was the body of the scapula, slowly splitting in half.

“I guess it’s over.”

When he raised his head, what he saw was none other than dozens or hundreds of corpses.

Hwang Bo-joong’s fist, which had reached the absolute realm, had no mercy and he pressed down and destroyed everything in one breath without any pause.

“It’s finished.”

“I wonder.”

Namgung Moo-baek, who met Hwangbo-jung’s gaze and became known as the King of Kwon, raises his chin.

“I just found out that the Heavenly Sword is not for sale.”

“……Is that so.”

“Can people without children live in sorrow?”

At those words, Namgung Moo-baek chuckles.

Then Hwangbo Joong is dumbfounded by Namgung Moo-baek’s words.

“Yeah, why didn’t you make it quickly? Tsk.”

* * *

Scratch, scratch.

My ears started to itch for no reason. I scratched them and stuffed the black cloth I was holding into my waistband.

“Why are you doing that?”

“My ears just feel a little ticklish.”

Who is insulting me?

No, I don’t think so.

no way.

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