Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 813



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Episode 813. Transaction (1)

At Mansu’s expression, Hanbin turned his head and looked only at Sang-sang.

The phase man nodded, wondering if the effect of the one-shot kill was still there.

It seemed clear that those working underground were probably brought in from the North Sea.

When Hanbin persuaded Choa and her group, he promised to help them find their families.

But it was difficult to find their traces.

Even with the power of Gao-geun and Hao-mun, no trace of them could be found.

In fact, the reason I was planning to attend Baek Kyung’s meeting that would be held some time later was to keep my promise with Cho Ah.

Of course, even if the workers below were from the North Sea, it could not be guaranteed that they were related to Choa or Ja-cheong.

I haven’t investigated every village, but most of the families of the Baekgyeong sailors are missing.

The odds of their missing family being here were worse than hitting a falling shooting star.

But I’m sure we’ll find some clues.

***

After a while.

Hanbin followed Mansu’s guidance and headed to where the workers were.

On his way there, Hanbin could see that Yongrin’s power was comparable to that of a celestial being.

The admonition of the one-strike-a-hundred-warrior was absolute obedience.

Those within the scope of Ilbalbaekgye, including Mansu, regarded Hanbin as if he were an absolute being.

As a result, Hanbin was riding in the palanquin that Wi Ji-cheon was using.

Those who came as shamans are masters wearing sheep masks.

Now, Sim Mi-ho was also riding on that palanquin.

Sim Mi-ho looked around with an anxious expression.

Hanbin asked at that sight.

“Why are you doing that, Lieutenant Shim!”

“No matter how much I think about it, isn’t it too peaceful? I wonder if this is okay.”

“It’s only natural, since the fight is over.”

“Still, aren’t you feeling uneasy? My lord?”

“What are you worried about?”

“I guess it’s strange that I’m being treated like this by someone I just beat up… .”

Hanbin shrugged his shoulders at Sim Miho’s trailing off again.

“Everything is the rules of the world!”

“The rules of the martial arts world?”

“Is there anything else besides self-respect?”

The rule of martial arts was that the strong survive. No, in a way, it was the same not only in the human world but also in the wild beasts.

“I, I see, my lord.”

Sim Mi-ho nodded, but did not let down her guard.

There was one thing that Sim Mi-ho didn’t understand.

The scene where they pat each other on the shoulder after a bloody fight was possible in old tales.

When you look at the actual incidents and accidents that occurred in Gangho, there are many times when you can’t help but laugh at the causes of the bloody fights.

The last remaining piece of rice cake could be the cause, or it could be the beginning of a fight between children.

But you say you submit like this because you surrendered to power?

This was the part that Simmiho couldn’t understand.

Sim Mi-ho grabbed the pickaxe without realizing it.

Then Mansu, who was following along, said.

“Aren’t blacksmiths and miners inseparable? Let’s do our best to serve the same person.”

“I’m not a miner.”

Sim Mi-ho was terrified and hid the pickaxe.

Mansu said at that sight.

“Don’t they say that there are no noble or base occupations? What about miners? Mang-a’s mother was originally a miner, too.”

“What are you talking about… … .”

“Oh my, I said something that could be misunderstood. Then… … .”

Mansu walked forward, whistling.

At that sight, Sim Mi-ho sighed and looked at Han Bin.

“My lord, can I really rest assured?”

“For the time being… … .”

“What do you mean?”

“It is a law of martial arts that people’s hearts change.”

Hanbin smirked and looked into space.

What you are seeing now is the final stage of the Yongrin Sword Technique.

[Wisdom: fifty-two]

The number of knots Hanbin used in Ilbalbaekgye was exactly forty-eight.

Since each person consumed one, there were forty-eight people under the effect of the one-strike-a-hundred-kill spell.

Among them were Sang-Wi-Man, Wi-Ji-Cheon, and a master wearing a sheep mask.

It’s nice to be able to enjoy such luxury thanks to the one-hit-a-hundred-strike effect, but there’s one problem.

The point was that the number of Ji’s knots would be restored only after the effect of the one-strike-a-hundred-war system was eliminated.

Although the effect of one blow to a hundred is so great that it makes even the freshest people cry, if things continued like this, there was no way to fill Ji’s pores again.

This had to be seen as a side effect of the supernatural herbivore, Ilbeolbaekgye.

Conversely, the return of Ji’s volcanic eruption means that the effect of one blow to a hundred is gone.

If that happens, we may have to face them as enemies again.

Now that the effect of one blow to a hundred is continuing, it was a situation where we could feel at ease for the time being.

While the effect lasted, Hanbin had to figure out their situation as thoroughly as possible.

That was when.

Hanbin handed a note to Sim Miho.

Sim Mi-ho quickly asked after seeing the note.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“We need Baekgyeong’s crew for this job, so bring them quickly.”

“Yes, my lord.”

Sim Mi-ho, who was given a lottery, jumped out of the palanquin.

Hanbin called out to Simmiho, who was trying to run somewhere.

“Where are you going?”

“We need to find a way out. If we continue like this, it’s obvious there’ll be a fight, my lord.”

Sim Mi-ho pointed around.

All along the road, warriors wearing sheep masks stood guard.

Hanbin laughed at Sim Miho’s joke.

Sim Mi-ho is silently pressuring Man-su and Wi Sang-man to bring someone to guide them.

If you think about it, Sim Mi-ho’s political ability has also improved a lot.

Mansu, who understood what Simmiho said, entrusted the guidance to the Guwol tribe blacksmith.

Sasa sak.

Simmiho quickly grabbed the Guwol tribe blacksmith and dragged him away.

After walking for a while, Sim Mi-ho held the Guwol tribe blacksmith with one hand and held him to her side with a displeased expression.

At the same time, Sim Mi-ho disappeared from sight.

Sasa Sak.

Hanbin’s instructions were simple.

I ordered Choa, Jacheong, and the rest of the crew to come over here.

***

A little later, in the underground workshop.

Hanbin came in through a different route than the one he had been taken by.

The path I just walked along was lit up with night lights and the ground was neatly cleaned.

As Hanbin looked closely at the road, only Sang-wi, who was accompanying him, spoke.

“This is the exclusive route for the island lord.”

“okay.”

Hanbin’s speech also became gentler.

In fact, there were many homework assignments that had to be solved with just phase.

First of all, Hanbin and the Wis family had a grudge relationship.

What had piled up for Hanbin was a grudge from a past life, but what had piled up for Wi Sangman was something from this life.

Although they are now attached to Baekgyeong and Guwoldo, they were clearly part of the Wi clan.

Hanbin decided to solve this problem before arriving at the scene.

“I am alive.”

“What does that mean?”

“They said your brother is alive.”

“Okay, just a moment.”

Only Sang-Hwa opened his eyes wide. His pupils shook as if his emotions were fluctuating.

His eyes, which seemed to have encountered a storm, quickly regained their senses.

Perhaps it was due to the effect of one stroke of a pen.

He asked with a serious expression.

“How are you alive?”

“The Golden Guard took them away. The grudge between the Wei clan and the Ten Great Clans ended with that fight, but something remained.”

“What was left?”

“These are people who have fallen into misery. The whole world knows what the Wi clan did back then. The punishment for that is the responsibility of the government, not the martial arts world.”

“I wonder why you are telling me that.”

“I’m telling you this because I think you should know the circumstances.”

Hanbin looked somewhere quietly.

It was to the east where the imperial palace was.

Whether it was because of the effect of one blow to a hundred, or because he heard that his older brother was alive, Wi Sang-man’s expression became calm.

He nodded repeatedly and looked east.

The reason Hanbin said this was simple.

Because I heard the circumstances of the Guwol Tribe and the Cheonwi Tribe.

Although their actions of repaying the grudge of their ancestors now cannot be justified, Hanbin understood their feelings to some extent.

What Hanbin wants to suggest is not persuasion, but a deal!

Hanbin was now laying the groundwork for that deal.

Once he finds out that his brother is alive, he will know that what he needs to do from now on is not revenge, but deal.

The target of the transaction should be the Imperial Palace, not the Habuk Pengga.

However, all the ties that the Wei clan had to the palace were gone.

That means you have no choice but to depend on someone.

In fact, in the past, I wouldn’t have even thought about trading.

If it was their will that was exploited, then the deal was unthinkable in the first place.

But if it was a tool, it would be a different story.

Hanbin was convinced that the Cheonwi Tribe was someone’s tool.

Just like my previous life. Not only that, but I even had the thought that all the forces in my previous life, including the Justice League, the Demonic Cult, and the Evil Sect, were just someone’s puppets.

In order to avoid getting hit in the back of the head like in my previous life, I had to control everything that moved like a puppet in this life.

It wasn’t just the Cheonwi tribe that Hanbin wanted.

He had to completely turn the Guwol tribe over to his side before the effect of the one-shot-a-hundred-fold strategy wore off.

Their power to refine moonstone and create nine moonstones was enough to destroy the martial arts world in an instant.

The reason Hanbin was able to stand up to them was because the energy of Yongrin and the power of Guwolseok were in conflict.

If not, Hanbin might have already been captured by them and was digging with a pickaxe in the workshop.

The Cheonwi Tribe, or Wisdom Tribe, had already created a gap for them, and now it was time to create a gap for the Guwol Tribe.

While checking the condition of the palanquin from time to time, the palanquin finally stopped.

Hanbin got out of the palanquin and opened his eyes wide when he saw the huge workshop.

The number of workers working here is about three hundred.

Most of them were sheep owners, that is, those under the control of Wi Ji-cheon.

That was when.

There was a commotion outside.

Bucket. Bucket!

The sound of weapons clashing echoed throughout the surrounding area.

At that sound, everyone drew their weapons.

The Guwol tribe that had come here together also took up a hammer and took a stand.

But it didn’t help at all.

Because the Guwol tribe was short, Hanbin’s upper body was clearly visible.

The Guwol tribe was not suited to escorting anyone.

Instead, the voice was louder than anyone else’s.

“Who are you!”

It was the voice of Mansu, the chieftain of the Guwol tribe.

Even the phase alone created momentum.

Just then the door on the other side of the passage opened wide.

phut!

The sheep-masked masters stepped back through the roughly opened door.

“Where are you coming from!”

“Get out of the way quickly!”

The voices driving the sheep-masked masters away sounded familiar.

Hanbin, who confirmed the voice, quickly ran over and shouted.

“Everyone stop!”

Everyone stopped moving at Hanbin’s shout.

It was as if time had stopped and even the sounds of insects ceased.

Hanbin, who had walked forward, spoke to the person standing at the front among the people who had suddenly rushed in.

“What’s going on now, Choa?”

“My lord, my lord. Are you okay?”

“I told you to come quickly because I had something to do. Why are you making such a fuss?”

“You told me to come quickly, so I… … .”

Choa looked around with wavering eyes.

At that moment, Sim Mi-ho appeared from afar, holding a pickaxe.

Sim Mi-ho ran to where Han-bin was, panting.

The sight of Sim Mi-ho holding a pickaxe in one hand and a blacksmith from the Guwol tribe in the other looked awkward to anyone who saw it.

Sim Mi-ho, who was panting, put down the blacksmith and spoke.

“This guy walks slowly.”

“What does that have to do with this job?”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.