Who threatened Cheonma Hara with a knife - Chapter 242



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Who threatened to call me Cheonmahara with a knife? Episode 242

Gambling (2)

About a month ago.

Peng Jiguang, the third son of the Habuk Peng family, had to visit the Huangbo family in Shandong.

He went there with the elders of the family under another pretext, but his purpose was clear.

Hwangbo Se-ga. Because Hwangbo Se-hee, one of the five masters of martial arts, was there.

About a year ago, Peng Ji-kwang, who had a fleeting encounter with her, fell in love with her at first sight and visited the Hwangbo family with the elders of the family under the pretext of an exchange between families.

While Hwang Bo-se was enjoying dinner with the elders and immediate children from his side to welcome the guests.

The time continued for the adults of both families to discuss old stories from their youth in the martial arts world, and Hwangbo Se-hee, who had been quietly listening to the stories, muttered as if talking to herself.

“I also want to go on a river cruise sometime.”

And regardless of what the adults were saying, Paeng Ji-kwang, who was only paying attention to Hwangbo Se-hee, didn’t miss that remark.

“Hahaha. What else can’t you do? They say seeing is believing, so shouldn’t you travel the world at least once in your life?”

At the end, Peng Ji-kwang tried to add, “If you want, I will go with you,” but he had to cut him off because the elders of the family sent a message.

It’s not rude, but it’s obvious what he means.

Naturally, an uncomfortable silence fell somewhere, and a woman broke the silence.

“That’s not a bad story, Prince Peng. Since I wanted to go on a trip anyway, I think I should take this opportunity to go with Sehee.”

Hwangbo Yeon.

She was the eldest daughter of the Hwangbo family, and was a woman known as Gwonbong (拳鳳) among the Seven Dragons and Phoenixes, also known as Gushinseong (九新星).

Unlike Hwangbo Se-hee, who was called the Five Flowers of the Martial Arts World, she was a woman who boasted a sturdy physique that was as tall as six feet (180 cm).

However, this does not mean that Hwangbo Se-hee and Hwangbo Yeon are half-sisters.

It’s just that Hwangbo Yeon resembled her father a little more, and Hwangbo Sehee resembled her mother to an extreme degree.

And the reason Hwangbo Yeon stepped forward was for her younger sister, Hwangbo Sehee.

It was because he seemed to be having a hard time because of that guy named Peng Ji-kwang, and I felt bad for my younger brother who had only ever been outside of the world, let alone traveled around the world.

So, Hwangbo Yeon and Hwangbo Sehee. And even Paeng Ji-kwang, who had to meddle until the very end. The three-person secret journey began.

They started with Shaolin in Hanam, the Wudang and Zhuge Liang in Hubei, and even the Huashan and Zhongnan schools in Shaanxi.

He visited several castles, toured famous mountains and rivers, and visited prestigious families and sects to engage in martial arts.

In the process, additional reviewers often joined the party, and before long the party had grown to six.

At first, the escorts were also there, but as the group grew, naturally only the later indices moved around.

Their original destination after visiting Huashan and Jongnam in Shaanxi was Sacheon, but on their way to Sacheon, they heard a strange rumor.

“They say that there are many things to see in Gongdongsan and the nearby Pyeongnyang County that are hard to find anywhere else.”

Their interest piqued, they changed course and headed towards Gongdongsan, and the next day, after enjoying the mountain scenery of Gongdongsan, they finally came to Pyeongnyanghyeon.

After hearing about the art hall in Gongdongsan, they headed there to see the Yakhapbimu.

As the two dancers exchanged splendid dance moves on stage, Hwangbo Se-hee, who had her face covered with cotton, muttered to herself and smiled like a child.

“Wow. Honestly, it’s more exciting than I expected.”

With just those words from her, Peng Jiguang’s symbol was twisted.

Although they had been traveling together for the past month, they had barely been able to talk properly due to Hwangbo Yeon’s frequent interruptions, so their feelings were already distorted.

‘I’ll show you that I’m far superior to those idiots who do fake military stuff!’

Thinking that Hwangbo Se-hee would take interest, Peng Ji-kwang quickly performed lightness and barged onto the stage.

As Peng Jiguang ran out without a moment to stop him, a young Taoist priest wearing a martial arts uniform with a Taegeuk symbol on it looked at Hwang Boyeon with a worried face.

“Hwangbo Do-woo. Is it okay if I don’t stop you?”

Like Hwangbo Yeon, he was counted among the Seven Dragons and when asked by the Unbaek Dojo, known as the Shaman Sword Dragon, Hwangbo Yeon simply shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent expression.

“Don’t you think it’s too late? Also, wouldn’t Prince Peng have to experience a difficult situation at least once to develop the habit of self-restraint?”

At her answer, the group including Yunbaek looked surprised.

“Are you saying those two are better than Prince Peng?”

To Jegal Yeong-yeong’s question, Hwangbo Yeon nodded with an indifferent expression.

Yunbaek Dojang, who had noticed the fact just like Hwangbo Yeon, asked again.

“That’s what I was saying. Mr. Hwangbo Do-woo. If Mr. Peng Ji-kwang Do-woo gets injured during the fight, wouldn’t things get complicated later on?”

At that question, Hwangbo Yeon sighed deeply with a tired expression.

* * *

one side.

Ilmok, who was watching Peng Jiguang’s chaos, noticed that the people on stage were looking troubled.

Ichimoku, who had come here secretly and was keeping his identity hidden, let out a small sigh and sent a message.

It was quite a distance, but it wasn’t too difficult for Ichimoku, who had already reached a considerable level.

– To avoid revealing the magic you are learning, use only basic sword techniques to subdue them.

The unmanned man, who flinched momentarily at the unexpected sound, soon came to his senses and opened his mouth.

“Then how about having a duel with me? Peng Jiguang Sohyeop.”

“Hahaha. Looks like you have some pride in your appearance.”

The warriors of the Cheonmasingyo sect only laughed inwardly at the words of Peng Jiguang, who was acting without any regard for others.

And the fight that began went completely differently from what Pang Ji-kwang had expected.

Unlike the flashy and exaggerated movements in Yakhapbimu, Muin pressured Pang Ji-kwang with simple movements that stayed true to the basics.

It was also to prepare for cases where martial arts skills were specified, but the gap between skill and actual combat experience was too large to begin with.

“Wow!!”

In addition, when the audience watching the match all started cheering for the unmanned vehicle, Peng Jiguang’s face turned bright red.

“Eeeeek!”

After being pushed back for a while, Peng Jiguang let out a roar of evil, then raised his internal energy and unleashed the first form of Pengga’s technique, the Five Tigers’ Mantra, the fierce tiger emergence.

The energy that started from his dantian ran through his blood vessels, gathered in his path, and a hazy tiger-shaped energy shot out.

It wasn’t that Peng Jiguang was at the peak of his power. He was just making up for his lack of enlightenment with the power of the season called Oho Dan Mun Do.

By the standards of the Central Plains, it could be said to be first-class.

but.

Pot!

The unmanned man evaded Pang Ji-kwang’s sword with light movements, then quickly dove into Pang Ji-kwang and swung his sword.

Crunch!

The sword of the Pengjiguang was cut down with such ease that it was almost absurd. Before I knew it, the sword of the unmanned man was overflowing with sword energy.

Unlike Peng Jiguang, the unmanned swordsman was a master at the peak of his maturity.

When the warrior who cut off Peng Jiguang’s sword aimed his sword at Peng Jiguang’s neck, cheers erupted from all directions.

“Wow!”

Because he suddenly intervened in the military and acted as if he were an outcast, Peng Ji-kwang was soon being treated as a villain.

Not only was he defeated in front of the woman he loved, but he was also laughed at by people, and his face turned bright red as if it was going to burst.

And the moment when Pang Ji-kwang was about to have a seizure.

Pot.

Once again someone barged onto the stage.

“My name is Hwangbo Yeon of Hwangbo Se-ga. I would like to apologize to the two seniors who fought and to everyone here on behalf of my acquaintance.”

Hwang Bo-yeon, who said so, showed her respect by taking a lottery ticket from each of the four directions.

Ichimoku, who was watching the scene, scratched his chin.

‘Still, that woman knows the bare minimum of manners. If anything, it would have been better if she had been stopped before she started causing a ruckus. But, Hwang Bo-yeon. I think I’ve heard of her before… .’

Perhaps because the name was quite famous, I could hear someone muttering behind me.

“When you say Hwangbo Yeon, you mean Hwangbo Yeon of Chilryongibong?”

“Can’t you tell just by looking at it? When you say Kwon Bong Hwang Bo Yeon, you’re very famous for that unladylike physique.”

Only then did Ichimoku realize his opponent’s identity and let out a small exclamation of ‘Hmm.’

‘It’s Chilryongibong. Are they all at a similar level?’

It felt like it had passed the climax and reached a certain level of maturity.

Of course, there were many high-level masters in the Demonic Cult, but this was a different case.

The problem with magic is that, while it can grow quickly, most people either die from mental illness or go crazy, so the higher you go, the more your growth slows down.

On the other hand, the martial arts of the Jeongpa were slow to grow but stable.

However, if he had already reached that level with the martial arts of the slow-growing Jeongpa, there was a high possibility that he would grow into a considerable master in the future.

While I was thinking about the impressions of the post-war indices of the Ilmok era.

Hwang Bo-yeon, who apologized for her rudeness, turned her head and looked at Pang Ji-kwang.

“Prince Peng. How about we go back now? Your party is waiting for you.”

“… … .”

Peng Jiguang was still angry, but he couldn’t bring himself to spit on her words.

Not only was she stronger than him, but he didn’t want to show himself losing to a woman in front of so many people.

“Whew. Looking at Kwon Bong’s face, I’ll give in this time.”

As if trying to save his pride, Paeng Ji-kwang said that and followed Hwang Bo-yeon off the stage.

Ichimoku quickly turned his attention to the audience he was facing, seeing a few people who looked to be their age.

It was because everyone was seen leaving the audience together, perhaps because they felt uncomfortable staying there because of some crazy guy called Peng Ji-kwang.

‘Tch. As long as you don’t stay in Pyeongnyang-hyeon and cause trouble, I guess we won’t have to run into each other again.’

In the meantime.

Perhaps because things were chaotic due to Pang Ji-kwang and Hwang Bo-yeon, the commentator stepped forward and shouted at the audience.

“Because there was a hitch in the match and the excitement died down, we will postpone this match to a later date! Instead, we will proceed with the next match that was scheduled right away!”

It seemed like the flow of the combined force was interrupted.

As the fairly experienced commentator led, two unmanned people on stage left, and a commotion could be heard again from behind.

The story was mainly about the unmanned troops that would be taking part in the next mission, or about those who had barged in a little while ago.

Among them, a certain sound caught Ichimoku’s ears.

“Since there is no conclusion, what happens to the money we bet?”

“Surely they wouldn’t insist that it was a draw? In the first place, a draw wasn’t even an option.”

The corners of Ichimoku’s mouth twisted subtly.

‘Thanks to the crazy guy, I think I’ll catch up with him faster than I thought.’

I wondered if this could be called a phone call.

* * *

After all the medicine and medicine preparations are over.

Ichimoku, who got up a little late, started walking after those who were having a conversation about gambling.

The group also split up and each chased after the suspicious person. If they all chased after just one person, there was a risk of losing the body if something went wrong in the middle.

In the midst of the sounds of someone singing, playing an instrument, or reciting poetry echoing throughout the streets.

Those who were being chased by Ilmok seemed to have no interest in such pleasures and headed towards a remote place.

The place they arrived at after chasing them was an old house on the outskirts. It was a house where no one lived, where someone who had lost his life to the evil spirit had lived in the past.

I approached the place, wondering if it was being used as a hideout, but there wasn’t much of a sense of presence.

“You got them all right except for the first one!”

“Are you really going to insist that the first match was a draw?”

“Hahaha. Calm down. I really wouldn’t do that.”

As I approached a little closer and listened to the conversation going on inside, it seemed like this was some kind of meeting place rather than the main base.

‘I said they were moving quite systematically.’

After grasping the situation, Ichimoku used his stealth skills and waited for them to finish their transaction.

“This time the match was declared invalid, so I’ll just count it as a hit. Hahaha. Since you’ve made some money, how about betting bigger this time? If the stakes are bigger, then of course you’ll make more money, right?”

The gambler was quite adept at seducing people.

Isn’t the easiest way to get someone addicted to gambling to first give them money?

In the end, those who could not resist the temptation bet their money again and left the palace with their eyes wide open.

And after a while, the gambler who had tempted the people also left the hall and headed somewhere.

The man circled around Pyeongnyanghyeon, looking around here and there as if preparing for a possible chase, and only after about an hour did he enter a certain manor.

Ilmok, who was looking at the manor where there was no signboard hanging, turned his head.

As expected, Dam-bin and Jin Ha-yeon had also just arrived, chasing after other gamblers.

– Did you come here first?

– I think this might be your base, Your Majesty.

Ichimoku nodded as if agreeing with their message and took out a mask from his bosom.

“Now, it’s time to clean up the trash.”