Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 838



Only Krnovel

Episode 838. Ho-hyung-yong-je (3)

Peng Kyeong-bin looked at Han-bin with a face full of laughter.

“Did you say that there was a mouse that bit the cat? I’ve never heard of such a mouse before… … .”

“Isn’t this world of martial arts where strange mice sometimes appear?”

When Hanbin smiled brightly, Peng Kyeongbin shook his head.

“You want that mouse to be you? No, you’re not. You’re not the right person for that.”

“That’s true. But wasn’t I too big to be called a mouse?”

“Haha. It doesn’t matter to me whether it’s a rat biting a cat or a rat biting a tiger. All that matters is that it’s caught in a trap that no rat can escape from.”

“I already got out.”

When Hanbin pointed upward, Peng Jingbin shook his head.

“You seem to think there’s an escape route upstairs, but even if you go up, things won’t change. Do you know the identity of the people who went upstairs?”

“Aren’t they murderers?”

“That’s right. But it’s not usually possible to buy it. Haha.”

Peng Jingbin pointed upward and laughed. His laugh was full of composure.

Hanbin narrowed his eyes at that sight.

“Where on earth did you come from to be so confident?”

“They are the assassins of Heukcheon that I only heard about.”

“Heukcheon?”

“You weren’t surprised when you saw my martial arts, but I guess Black Heaven is scared.”

“hmm.”

Hanbin hid his expression by coughing.

Peng Kyeong-bin asked with a satisfied expression at the sight.

“Was it that scary?”

“Yes, it’s scary. But how did you hire Heukcheon?”

Hanbin narrowed his eyes.

Actually, this was the part I was most curious about.

It costs a lot of money to hire a blacksmith.

Hanbin was more interested in Peng Jingbin’s financial power than his martial arts prowess.

Peng Kyeong-bin looked at Han-bin with the corners of his lips slightly raised.

For a moment, he opened his mouth as if doing a favor.

“Isn’t it true that in martial arts, there is nothing that money can’t do?”

“There are many things that money can’t buy.”

“That’s because there’s not enough money.”

Peng Jingbin looked at Hanbin with a triumphant expression.

Hanbin nodded quietly.

In some ways, Peng Kyeong-bin’s words could be right.

“Then I guess you’ve been living comfortably since leaving the family. That’s fortunate.”

“Thank goodness… … It’s a stroke of luck that we’re still alive. Would you believe me if I told you that the first person to chase us was Black Heaven? And now we’ve hired Black Heaven.”

“That sounds interesting. But will it work as planned?”

“It doesn’t matter if things don’t go as planned. If Heukcheon disappears, I’m satisfied with that.”

Peng Jingbin’s eyes sparkled. Judging from his expression alone, it seemed like he had quite a bit of resentment towards Heukcheon.

Hanbin roughly knew Peng Jingbin’s circumstances.

One of the reasons Madam Jeonghwa lost her power was because of Heukcheon.

Madam Jeonghwa tried to use Heukcheon to get rid of Hanbin.

However, due to incorrect information, Heukcheon suffered great losses.

One of them was the loss of the story.

But now Heukcheon is helping Pyeonggyeongbin?

No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t understand it.

I couldn’t help but think that Peng Jingbin had a grasp on Heukcheon’s weakness.

Hanbin decided to wait a little longer.

“So you’re saying that you bought that martial arts skill with money?”

“Martial arts can’t be bought with money. But there’s something else besides money, too: luck.”

“Money and luck… … You have it all, so what are you doing in Habuk?”

“To settle the score with the Habuk Peng family. Starting with the head of the Habuk Peng family, all of you must bow your heads at my feet.”

“Are you so confident?”

At Hanbin’s question, Peng Jingbin smiled deeply.

It was the smile of the Absolute.

Peng Kyeong-bin, who was smiling leisurely, continued speaking.

“Chiljongchilgeum.”

“… … .”

Hanbin tilted his head.

Chiljongchilgeum means to release seven times and catch seven times.

This was an anecdote that arose when Zhuge Liang was freely toying with Meng Huo. In short, it means that he was able to manipulate his opponent as he pleased.

Hanbin couldn’t understand why Peng Jingbin mentioned Chiljongchilgeum.

Peng Kyeong-bin continued speaking after seeing Han Bin’s expression.

“I’ll let you go seven times from now on. It’s out of consideration for my younger brother, so don’t refuse.”

“You’ll regret it.”

“I think you will probably regret it.”

Peng Kyeong-bin smiled again.

Hanbin nodded at that sight.

Hanbin seemed to know what Peng Jingbin was thinking. It was clear that Peng Jingbin did not want to eat the rat he had just caught.

He intended to catch the rat and use it as a toy before eating it.

As he said before, he thinks of Hanbin as a mouse.

Peng Kyeong-bin opened his mouth again.

“Now let’s play.”

He chuckled and picked up the harp.

With a simple movement, the strings of the harp that had been squeezing Wol-ah were released.

Hanbin stepped back and looked into Peng Jingbin’s eyes.

There was no word of consideration in Peng Kyeong-bin’s eyes.

It was the gaze of a poisonous snake that only looked at its prey.

Hanbin could tell that his actions were not considerate.

His character hasn’t changed at all.

It was clear that he just wanted to enjoy watching her despair.

Hanbin decided to play along to his rhythm.

Hanbin, excluding Wol-ah, quickly retreated.

Pavabak!

It was not the eighteen steps of begging, but the tiger-lotus step of Habukpengga.

This was the method of condemnation that Hanbin chose.

I wanted to inflict despair on Peng Jingbin, who had been chasing me to threaten my family, through the martial arts of Habuk Pengga.

Of course, I intended to make it look like only the superficial appearance of Habukpengga’s martial arts.

The tiger leaping over a lotus flower in the Habuk Pengga was a talisman that stood out for its weight and splendor, reminiscent of a tiger leaping over a lotus flower.

However, it was a martial art with no practical use whatsoever, and was just one of the martial arts used to show off to others at family events.

A martial art for banquets, so to speak.

However, although he looked like a strong man on the outside, the energy of Yongrin was flowing deeply through both of Hanbin’s legs.

In other words, instead of Horyeonbo, Hanbin was using the more aggressive Nine Dragons Eighteen Steps, which were better than the Begging Eighteen Steps.

It could be seen as a situation where the outside looks like a soybean but inside there is red bean.

Peng Jingbin let out a laugh as he saw Hanbin unfolding the Horyeonbo.

“It’s boring, ugh… … .”

But he couldn’t finish his speech.

It was because of Hanbin’s face that suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Peng Jingbin quickly waved his sword once.

In an instant, three lines shot out toward Hanbin.

Whoosh!

Hanbin, who was being pushed in, quickly drew a circle to avoid the flying rope.

At that moment, what seemed to be three strands appeared as another line and flew towards where Hanbin was trying to move.

A move by Peng Kyeong-bin that flies towards the target like an arrow, as if he had predicted the path of movement.

Hanbin quickly leaned back.

Hanbin’s body, which had been bent backwards like a scythe, sprang up in the blink of an eye.

It was from then on.

A similar scene kept repeating itself.

Hanbin dodged Peng Jingbin’s sharp attacks like a loach.

As the strings from Peng Jingbin’s strings struck the air one after another, only a meaningless crackling sound was heard.

Thud! Thud!

The current situation seemed to be one where the hunter was going all out to corner his prey.

But the prey didn’t look that easy.

Hanbin, who had stepped back, tilted his head.

“If you catch it seven times, won’t you let it go seven times?”

“… … .”

Peng Jingbin glared at Hanbin without saying anything.

What I didn’t understand was Hanbin’s method.

Anyone who saw that the method of escaping like a loach was a skilled craftsman like Habuk Pengga.

I couldn’t understand how he could escape attacks like that with such a useless weapon.

That was when.

Hanbin quickly picked up Wol-ah again.

‘On the brink!’

Hanbin’s new form flew towards Peng Jingbin like an arrow.

A blue aura rippled from the straight sword.

Of course, the appearance was disguised as one of the Habukpengga’s magic techniques.

It was a method called Maenghoildo.

Peng Jingbin tilted his head as he saw the approaching sword.

This was clearly the fierce tiger sword of the Habuk Peng family.

The Tiger Sword is a Taoist technique modeled after a tiger rushing forward as if to destroy the world.

Contrary to its fancy name, Maenghoildo, this magic was a herbivore method that even family members who did chores did not use.

In short, it was one of the most useless martial arts.

But the momentum was unusual.

Peng Jingbin stepped back without realizing it.

But the speed of the approaching sword also increased as much as the retreating speed.

The floor.

Peng Jingbin, who had stepped back, picked up the haegeum.

Peng Kyeong-bin’s lips tremble for a moment.

The strings of the harpsichord came undone, leaving not a single one untied.

Whistle.

Whoosh.

All the loose strings poured out onto Hanbin.

Then he grabbed Hanbin’s sword again.

At that moment, Peng Jingbin swallowed a sigh.

Because I thought it was dangerous at this moment if I hadn’t shown my base.

Then Hanbin opened his mouth.

“There are now five left.”

If you add up the first and the present, it was two times. So, according to the will of Chiljong Chilgeum, there are now five times left.

But Peng Jingbin shook his head.

“I’m sorry. I can’t keep that promise. It’s burdensome to let you go seven times.”

Hanbin laughed at the sight of Pyeonggyeongbin turning over what he had said like a plate.

“Then, from now on, I will start the Chiljong Chilgeum in place of my older brother.”

“That’s funny.”

When Peng Jingbin laughed in disbelief, Hanbin put down his sword and stepped back as if nothing had happened.

Hanbin’s sword, Wol-ah, was tied to a rope that Haegeum had pulled out. However, Hanbin gave up the sword without a care.

Bam!

Hanbin even shook one hand lightly.

Peng Kyeong-bin tilted his head at that sight.

Peng Jingbin smiled bitterly as he saw Hanbin take two steps back, holding only the scabbard and putting down his sword.

What does it mean for a swordsman to give up his sword?

Anyone can see that Hanbin’s actions now are an admission of defeat.

A true swordsman will not let go of his sword until his own neck is cut off.

It was the same for any unmanned person, not just a swordsman.

The archer places his bow.

A Taoist giving up the Tao.

Giving up a weapon that was like one of your own arms was seen as giving up the fight.

Peng Kyeong-bin opened his mouth with a smile on his face.

“I have no interest in hunting down prey that has lost its power. Let’s end this now. I will now return the favor as much as I have been treated.”

As Peng Jingbin grabbed the harp, the string that had been drawn out was retrieved.

In that moment, the moon lost its strength in the air and fell to the ground.

Phew!

The moon was thrown to the floor.

But Hanbin didn’t care about the fallen Wol-ah and just grabbed the scabbard.

“Brother, a skilled hunter is someone who changes his tools according to the prey.”

“Haha. So you’re saying that scabbard is a tool?”

“Yes, this is the best tool for that unlocking.”

Hanbin checked Pengyeongbin and Haegeum alternately.

Through this clash, Hanbin was able to perfectly analyze Peng Kyeongbin.

All of Peng Jingbin’s recipes were made up of yin pores.

A subtle but invisible force stopped Hanbin’s sword.

The characteristic of Peng Jingbin’s first style of swordsmanship was to stop the sword, then tie it and strike the opponent.

All herbivores were using the invisible force, Yin energy.

In a way, the unsealing itself was an illusion.

The instrument that produces the sound is not a haegeum.