Habuk Pengga Swordsman Genius - Chapter 839



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Episode 839. Ho-hyung-yong-je (4)

Hanbin looked at Peng Kyeongbin and Haegeum alternately.

The harp that Peng Jingbin was holding was definitely made of blood.

Hanbin had heard about the power of blood money over and over again.

But I have never personally experienced its power.

Because everyone who came into contact with blood became blind and deaf.

For this reason, no one in the previous life made any specific statements about blood money.

Since the blood had reappeared in this life, this time I wanted to understand the blood accurately. More precisely, I wanted to know the nature of the yin emptiness that the blood poured out.

For that reason, Hanbin just ran away from the blood-gushing yin qi. He couldn’t even launch a proper attack.

In the end, Hanbin discovered that the sound was not expressed through the instrument, namely the blood chord.

Hanbin slightly raised the corners of his lips.

It was a proper smile directed at the aura of absolute power that Pyeonggyeongbin was radiating.

Peng Kyeong-bin reacted to that sight.

“Should I be proud of having an arrogant younger brother?”

“I too am proud to have a brother like a tiger.”

“A tiger… … Do you still think of me as a Pengga person?”

Peng Kyeong-bin showed a strange smile.

Hanbin nodded at that smile.

“If a tiger comes out of its den and hangs out with wolves, doesn’t that mean its nature doesn’t change?”

“So you want to say you’re a tiger too?”

“I am no longer a tiger.”

“Fortunately, you know your place. I applaud you for that.”

“I am a dragon, not a tiger. Of course, I have not revealed my identity to the world.”

When Hanbin snickered, Peng Kyeongbin laughed in disbelief.

“You’re a dragon, you’ve never been able to stop my blood properly… … .”

“That thing was indeed blood.”

“Do you know blood?”

“I have heard of it.”

“Your martial arts skills may be insignificant, but your knowledge is broad. Then the story will be simple.”

Peng Kyeong-bin, who still looks down on Han-bin, took out his blood money again.

Hanbin, who saw that sight, took a step forward with his sword sheath in his hand.

Hanbin looked at Peng Jingbin’s lips without paying any attention to the blood.

The pouring out sound came right out through Peng Jingbin’s lips.

The faint whistling sound is the essence of the sound hole.

The blood was clearly an illusion.

In other words, the main body that emits sound is the lips.

At that moment, a whistling sound came to Hanbin’s ears.

Peng Kyeong-bin’s slightly parted lips.

In an instant, a line of blood flew towards Hanbin like a poisonous snake.

Whew.

Hanbin grabbed a piece of cloth that had fallen to the floor while holding the scabbard.

As Hanbin changed direction, a faint whistling sound was heard again.

Whew.

The blood line changed direction at the sound of a slight whistle.

Hanbin wrapped the piece of cloth in his hand around the scabbard without a care.

To others, the scabbard looked like cotton.

In an instant, a line of blood flew towards Hanbin’s forehead.

Hanbin rolled around on the floor as if nothing had happened.

It was a tactic of beating a fool that any martial artist would be wary of.

Peng Jingbin raised the corners of his mouth at the sight of a lazy donkey literally rolling on the floor.

This is exactly what Peng Jingbin wanted.

Cutting his lifeline was no revenge for him.

I could only be satisfied if I stripped away the last bit of my pride.

To Pyeong-bin, the sight of Han-bin rolling on the floor felt more satisfying than any other scene.

For a moment, Peng Kyeong-bin tilted his head.

This is because the image of Hanbin rolling on the floor has disappeared.

No matter how much he looked, Hanbin was nowhere to be seen in Pyeonggyeongbin’s sight.

That was when.

A gentle breeze blew from behind Peng Kyeong-bin.

Whirlwind.

He instinctively lifted the sword and swung it backwards.

In an instant, five lines from the blood swept across the front.

If there was someone in front, I would have no choice but to get cut down like a knife.

But the line of blood flowing forward stopped in midair.

Peng Kyeong-bin opened his eyes slightly.

All that was stopping the flow of blood was a dagger.

The one holding the dagger is Hanbin.

Hanbin was blocking the bloodline with his left hand, which could cut anything and bind anything, without any worries.

There was an awkward silence between them for a moment.

It was Hanbin who broke the silence.

Hanbin took out the dagger, the full moon.

Whoosh!

The line that was pushed out by the full moon was returned to Peng Jingbin.

Peng Jingbin just narrowed his eyes and looked at Hanbin.

Now, Peng Jingbin has temporarily lost control over his blood.

No matter how much he thought about it, Peng Jingbin couldn’t figure out the reason.

It took half a year to completely control the blood flow.

During that half year, he experienced hell.

What he obtained after enduring more terrible pain than anyone else was the power of the Wave Sound Divine Art that allowed him to control his blood.

But now, Paumshinkong has lost control over the blood money.

What on earth is going on?

Peng Jingbin looked at the blood in his right hand.

He thought he had lost control because of his lack of training.

Peng Kyeong-bin shook his head and looked at Han-bin with a serious expression.

At that moment, Peng Jingbin pursed his lips again.

Whew.

A faint whistle escaped from between his lips.

In an instant, the blood flow was released.

In the blink of an eye, the string began to move like a living snake.

Usually, the strings of a harp have two strands.

But the bloodline was different. The two strands split again to become four strands, and those four strands split again to become eight strands.

Depending on your achievements, those eight strands can become sixteen strands.

So what are the limits of the blood flow control technique?

Peng Kyeong-bin didn’t know the answer.

Not only has there been no one left in the world who has encountered blood money, but the owners of blood money have also all died young.

The reason is that you cannot use the Paumshinkong for a long time.

The principle of Paumsingong is to turn the body into a musical instrument.

The first step was to make the instrument and the blood resonate.

The second step is to use that resonance to freely use the lines of blood.

But in some ways, the very act of turning the human body into a musical instrument was difficult.

If you play an instrument for a long time, cracks are bound to appear.

The secret to overcoming that crack wasn’t even in the secret recipe for the Paumshinkong.

Perhaps the owners of the blood money met a miserable end as cracks developed in their blood vessels or elsewhere on their bodies.

To prevent these side effects, Peng Jingbin constantly strengthened his body.

Thanks to that, I was now able to use the Paumshinkong for an hour.

There was only half an hour left, but before the time was up, I lost control of my blood.

It was something that could not have happened without reaching the limit.

But there was nothing wrong with his body.

He concluded that his loss of control was simply a mistake resulting from a lack of training.

Peng Jingbin once again focused on controlling his blood.

Now it was time to slowly reveal his hidden strength.

Whew.

The whistling sound made by Peng Kyeong-bin became more detailed.

The line that had been pouring down split into four in an instant changed into eight.

The eight lines took up the entire space occupied by Peng Kyeong-bin and Han Bin.

The line that emerged from the blood was raising its head like a poisonous snake.

At the end of the line from which the blood flowed was a small black triangular addition.

The tip of the pointed black spear was sharp like a spear that could pierce anything.

Its appearance was like a thin snake.

The scary thing was that it wasn’t pouring in from one side.

Eight lines were targeting Hanbin from all sides.

Eight snakes surround Hanbin, waiting for an opportunity.

Peng Kyeong-bin thought that now was the time to decide the outcome.

What if the tables were turned and you found yourself trapped in a bloody net?

There was no way to escape.

Rather than struggling to live, it might have been better to bite one’s tongue and die comfortably.

From now on, we will begin the process of dismantling the captured prey!

The eight strings released by Haegeum will dig into the opponent’s blood vessels.

A line that penetrates into the Baihui point will come out from the Baihui point, and a line that penetrates into the Quchi point on the elbow will come out from the Jeonjung point on the chest.

The line that penetrates the blood vessel completely disintegrates the opponent’s blood vessel and causes pain.

That wasn’t all.

Eight threads penetrate the blood vessels and suck out the opponent’s blood.

The blood was the food the master gave to the blood money.

Blood-soaked blood becomes stronger as if a person is training. In this way, blood grows like a living creature, as written in the Paumshinkong.

Peng Kyeong-bin was about to start working.

Contrary to his opponent’s expectations, Hanbin was holding a dagger in his left hand and a backpack with his right hand.

An appearance that would make anyone think that he had given up on the match.

At that moment, Hanbin ignored the bloody attack that was pouring down in eight streams and slowly stepped forward.

Taking advantage of the gap, one of the lines that had been aiming from behind rushed towards Hanbin.

The line that had been rushing at me like a poisonous snake suddenly stopped.

Peng Kyeong-bin’s eyes grew wide at the sight.

Perhaps it was because of the loss of control.

For a moment, Peng Jingbin’s blood began to move again.

This time, the remaining seven lines all rushed towards Hanbin.

At that moment, Hanbin stretched out his right hand that was carrying the luggage behind his back.

In his right hand was the scabbard he had been holding for a while.

Hanbin picked up the scabbard.

Hanbin, who had been watching as if it were someone else’s business, stretched out his hand toward the string flying towards him like a poisonous snake.

But the line avoided Hanbin’s scabbard as if it were alive.

At the moment of life or death, Hanbin nonchalantly extended his sword sheath forward.

Swish.

It was a simple movement, neither fast nor powerful.

If someone saw it, it would look like someone was swatting a fly.

So Hanbin held the scabbard and waved it forward.

That was when.

The line running towards Hanbin stopped.

Hanbin shrugged his shoulders while quietly looking at Peng Kyeongbin.

At that sight, Peng Kyeong-bin’s expression hardened abruptly.

Hanbin, who checked the other person’s expression, nodded as if he understood.

“Isn’t it strange?”

“… … .”

Peng Kyeong-bin couldn’t answer.

This time, I couldn’t control my blood flow either. This was something that had never happened before during my six-month training period.

Controlling the harpsichord was like playing a musical instrument.

When you first start playing any instrument, it’s hard to even make a sound.

But once you get used to the instrument, you’ll be able to play it with your eyes closed.

But I made a mistake again.

Then Hanbin continued speaking.

“Isn’t it strange?”

“… … .”

As Peng Jingbin twitched his hand holding the blood without saying anything, Hanbin continued speaking.

“I have discovered all the secrets of the blood.”

“What did you just say?”

“They said they figured out all the secrets of the bloodline.”

“hmm.”

Peng Kyeong-bin narrowed his eyes and let out a small groan.

In fact, Hanbin knew better than anyone how to use the sound effect effectively.

It was impossible for any expert to block the sound.

Hanbin knew from experience that if he faced the Darkness by relying only on his own inaction, what awaited him would be a miserable defeat.

So what is the best way to deal with the negative energy?

It was just sound absorbing.

Not all sounds, but only the essence of the sound space.