Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 189



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Episode 189

Episode 189.

“Can you hear me?”

“What are you talking about?”

At Gwangseungja’s words, Jang Gang Yongwang Gu Man wiggled his eyebrows and adjusted his grip on the Eonwol Sword. What on earth was Gwangseungja talking about at this time of great excitement?

Looking at your eyes, it doesn’t seem like you’re just trying to kill time.

“If you can’t hear me, turn your head and look.”

“Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword.”

What should I say for now… … .

Boohoohoo- Boohoohoo-

A crying sound is heard from somewhere. And for some reason, it is so loud that it makes waves in the waves of the Yangtze River.

When I turned my head, I saw a woman crying. The woman, who was crying so hard that her organs were about to burst, saw a man with a pale complexion gradually turning into a handful of blood.

Eeeeeeeee- Eeeeeeeeeee!

The soul of a person disappears.

I cried with tears pouring out my soul and spirit.

“That’s what it means when someone dies.”

Guman turns his head at Gwangseungja’s words. Nevertheless, the mournful sound of Dang Miyeon’s voice, which is unusually audible, wets the surface of the Yangtze River.

Heartbreaking sorrow.

An idiom that was given to describe the pain of losing a child and the heartache of a parent.

It also means the sadness of losing a family member, and Dang Mi-yeon’s voice was filled with the sadness of Dan Jang-ji-ae.

The sound of the calm waters of the Yangtze River and the sound of the rippling water echoing through the rapids, Kaaaaang!

Phew! Phew!

It was enough to dig into the sound of the clashing swords and the parting of water as they clashed and swung everywhere.

The tide of the sea clashing with the established.

It is visible to Guman’s two eyes. Now, only Pa-ryang and himself remain.

“What are you fighting for? Is this victory worth it?”

At the words of the Gwangseungja, the heads of the Gumans turn in various directions. His sanctuary, which had reigned over the waters of the Yangtze River for a long time, has been ruined.

Not only were there piles of corpses slowly sinking into the Yangtze River, creating foam, but the corpses of those buried on the river’s surface were still stained with blood.

The Yangtze River was in shambles. The dragon king of the Yangtze River, Gu Man, who was looking at it, gained strength from the sword he was holding.

“What are you fighting for? Tell me with your own mouth, you madman. Where your sword touches, does not blood or alcohol spurt out? What will happen to our children who died by your sword and by the sect? Who will comfort their souls? We have already reached the point where we cannot turn back without seeing the end.”

At his words, Gwangseungja shook his head.

“Those who died by my sword, countless enemies on the Yangtze River died by my hand. They met death.”

As Guman said, it is probably too late. Who can say whose fault it is?

“Aren’t I a guy who’s crazy about fighting?”

“…….”

At Gwangseungja’s words, Guman stood still.

“So I fought. I fought and fought again. I thought this was the way to save the Jeongpa martial arts world. But it wasn’t.”

Dang Mi-yeon’s cries are heard as she catches Gwangseungja’s eye. Gwangseungja turns his head towards the sky and smiles hollowly.

“Someone would be sad because of death, and that’s how you get a new favor. I used to think it was natural, but this damn bastard gave me an epiphany before he died.”

It seems like the Heart Sutra keeps resonating from somewhere. You idiot.

The advice from the Heart Sutra that Shin Seung Hye-yeon left behind still rang in Gwangseungja’s ears.

“It’s fleeting. You and I will die too.”

Guman’s cheeks are tingling.

“Look around. Your entire river is a mess.”

“Just recover and that’s it.”

“You burned all your youth and passion, and the fortress you built with all your might has collapsed at this very moment, and you are saying such things?”

Guman couldn’t easily refute those words.

“While you and I were fighting, countless people would have been killed and sacrificed. Each person would have played their part in their position, but now it’s time to step down. Shouldn’t someone mediate? Will everything be destroyed and everyone die before it ends?”

At the words of the Gwangseungja, Guman’s Unwoldo slowly descends.

“Huh. Do you have any good ideas?”

“What’s the plan? We should each take our places now. Even if we do that, ten years won’t be enough.”

That is true. As the Gwangseungja said, many things that had already been built up have been burned and trampled and disappeared. Even if it stops now, the Central Plains will once again roll like a mill due to the anger and favor that burns somewhere.

You can see Isaac Shinni over there, collapsed and asleep, as if he had fainted.

The Amipa was destroyed directly by Guman. It was only because of the Jeongsa War.

He was the first to rush to their deaths simply because they were the closest.

Will Isaac Shinni’s favor disappear like this?

No, it will never go away.

Her life will be centered solely on the Yangtze River.

Just looking at the numbers will make you want to kill them.

But if we don’t stop now, everything will be destroyed.

What can be gained by reaching destruction?

Guman was lost in thought after hearing the words of the Gwangseungja, and the one who woke him up from his deep thoughts was none other than Guman.

Boom! Boom!

It was a place where explosive battles were taking place, scattering the calm waves of the Yangtze River. From a distance, I could see Giseongja struggling to avoid Pa-ryang’s attacks by jumping through the air several times.

Guman, who saw that, let out a light sigh and slowly walked past Gwangseungja.

* * *

Joy lingered in Pa-ryang’s eyes. It was right in front of his nose.

The silvery schools of fish rushed towards the man, and the feeling of his flesh touching the tips of his fingers aroused his excitement.

He would immediately cut off the old man’s head and drench his neck with his blood. Thinking so, the rebels continued to attack with one-sided determination.

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The established man was good at evasion, but it was different on the Yangtze River. He had already been lured deep into the Yangtze River by his own temptation, so his confident and resolute methods would soon be blocked.

When you are so exhausted that all you can do is settle down on the boat and raise your sword to block it.

I will wake up the sleeping guy and eat him in one breath.

The silver school of fish under the boat is just an illusion. The sand fish sleeping under the boat are the real deal.

He’s a guy who’s crazy about the taste of blood. It’s probably been a long time since he’s tasted the hot blood of a savage.

“Hehehe. Just wait a minute.”

As he said that, he saw Giseongja, who had twisted his body to avoid the school of silver fish and was precariously landing at the end of the boat.

He looked quite tired, and a sour smell was coming out of his mouth.

Even if I raised my sword and struck and bounced away the school of silver fish, I felt that it would not be easy since I was trapped in the river.

at that time.

“……!”

The dreary back of my neck and the goosebumps that come up slightly tell me that there is something ominous under the boat I am on.

And as soon as that thought was over, a black fish that burst through the waters of the Yangtze River and opened its mouth wide, its body looking as big as a boat. Its eyes, which seemed to be set with deep, shining red jewels, were already gleaming with the thought of finding prey, and its gaping mouth was filled with extremely sharp teeth.

The man’s eyes opened wide and glared.

I never thought that the Black Sand Fish, perhaps the most sacred of sacred creatures, which has been said to have slept for a long time, would appear like this.

Compared to the Molin Blood Mang that was sleeping in Kunlun Mountain, not only was the period of life not much different, but in terms of ferocity and bloodlust, it was first and foremost, and its jaw strength was known to be the best among the existing spirits.

“Huh, such a black snake…….”

As a result of putting all of his energy into the sword and clashing them, the blade grazed the bridge of the black bastard’s nose and was chewed by his molars, splitting into small pieces.

Damn it!

“Hahahaha! What should I do? Can I fight him without a sword?”

Pa-ryang burst out laughing at the sight of the shattered sword, and smiled at the black snake that was hovering under the boat, eagerly watching for the moment to devour the body of the person who had become a skilled craftsman.

“Once he strikes his prey, he never misses it.”

“Why would such a spirit betray a lowly person like you…….”

Pa-ryang’s eyebrows twitched at the words of the master. At the moment when he was about to say something to the master who could not acknowledge himself while he was dying, Pa-aah!

A black trout leaped out of the waves and leaped straight ahead to devour the entire boat. Pa-ryang smiled as he watched.

There is no way to avoid it. A human who enters the mouth of the black snake cannot come out alive. His internal organs will be torn to pieces in an instant and turned into a handful of blood.

That moment.

Kukwakakakakaka!

Phew!

The sudden blast splits the waters of the Yangtze River, and the waves created fly in and blow the black shark far away.

Pa-ryang, who was watching the scene, looked around in disbelief.

“Huh, a black snake!”

His faint cry lasted only a moment.

How many people with such great fortitude can split the middle of the Yangtze River?

When Pa-ryang reached that thought, his expression hardened. If he was a Gwangseungja, there was no hope for him.

however.

“It’s me. I’m broke.”

“……Chaeju?”

“Yes.”

Guman, the master of the Yangtze River and the Dragon King, who is like Buddha above the Yangtze River and like heaven above the Yangtze River, appeared before Paryang.

“……And you also blew away the black fish?”

“So that’s what happened.”

“What on earth is the reason…….”

Guman shrugged his shoulders as he looked at Pa-ryang with an expression of disbelief. What he said next was even more difficult for Pa-ryang to believe.

“It’s a ceasefire.”

A ceasefire?

Pa-ryang’s two eyes wavered. It was a statement that made one doubt whether it was really Gu-man.

“You said it was a ceasefire?”

“Yes, it’s a ceasefire.”

“No, what kind of truce is this…….”

“That’s what happened.”

Guman’s answer was short, but Pa-ryang, who was trying to refute it, had no choice but to lower his head as if he had no choice but to respond.

“……I will take care of it.”

“Call all the remaining men. Every single one of them. This will take some time.”

“I will do that.”

That was the bloody battle on the Yangtze River.

It was coming to an end slowly and quietly.

* * *

The victor turned around.

Kiseongja, Baekgyeolja, and Isakshinni, who had exhausted all their energy.

Dang Mi-yeon, who never stops crying,

It’s brutal. This is the result of fighting for the Jeongpa Murim.

But the Gwangseungja knows that it is not over yet.

So he.

I opened my mouth quietly, looking at the Hong Ga-bo running towards me from afar.

“Please help me with this training.”

“Where are you going?”

“Where? I have to go and see the end.”

The Gwangseungja also knew. Where this beginning and end came from.

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