Episode 118. Happy reunion
Han E-bi said.
“older brother.”
Yes.
Surprisingly, the main character of the doll was none other than Kwak Won-hoe, a former member of the Imperial Army who shared the same room.
“What are you doing here at this hour?”
Kwak Won-hoe said.
“Yeah, I ate something wrong in the morning, so I came out with a stomachache.”
“Oh, I see. But why didn’t you come back in?…”
Then Kwak Won-hoe shook his head and said,
“You will understand once you come and listen. The training on this Demonic Cult’s martial arts system is so boring. I was joking around a bit while I was out. Of course, if you’re an unmanned person, it’s best to go outside and run with your body. “I guess I came here by mistake.”
Ebi Han said.
“okay.”
There was an awkward silence for a moment.
Kwak Won-hoe said.
“You said that Zhongli’s younger brother is receiving treatment. Why is he here?”
Han Ibi said with an awkward smile.
“Well, it’s similar to my brother. “It hurts so much that I just want to lie down.”
“Oh, I see! “I heard that you were poisoned by the demons of the Four Heavenly Halls of Heaven… How are you feeling?”
“Well, I’m feeling better now.”
“I heard it was good. “Take care of yourself.”
“All right. “I’m still trying to do that.”
“Yes…”
“But brother.”
“why?”
Kwak Won-hoe raised his gaze diagonally and looked at Han Ibi.
“By the way, did you study anything related to weapons today?”
“no. “Today is time to study the martial arts of the Demonic Cult.”
Han Ibi spoke slowly with deep eyes.
“But why did you put a window behind the tree? “I heard you were going to the back yard.”
At that moment, Kwak Won-hoe’s eyes lit up.
At the same time, he raised his left foot and kicked up the lower part of the spear that had been placed behind the zelkova tree.
Then the spear spun around and flew up, clinging to Kwak Won-hoe’s hands.
The movement is literally like a spear.
At almost the same time, Kwak Won-hoe’s body was extending towards Han Ibi.
It was a swift movement like the wind.
Then, Han Yi-bi also noticed, and at the same time as Kwak Won-hoe started to move, he lifted Han Jo’s sword and turned his body to the left.
Kwak Won-hoe’s window passed by Han Ibi’s side.
But even for a moment.
Kwak Won-hoe gave strength to his stepping foot and threw the spear to the side.
Then, the spear, made of hard yet elastic material, turned into a club and attacked Han Ibi.
It could truly be said to be a flawless move combining offense and defense.
So Han Yi-bi had no choice but to raise Hanzo’s sword and barely block the window.
However, its elasticity was unrivaled, and the tip of the spear was seen rushing back due to the recoil.
‘Hiya. I saw someone using a soft sword last time, but this is my first time seeing a weapon like this.’
Han Yi-bi bent down to avoid the tip of the spear, and then retreated backwards using the Bagua beam.
Kwak Won-hoe took a deep breath, turned the spear once, and used the centrifugal force to strike Han Ibi’s lower body.
Han Ibi said as she rose into the air to avoid the attack.
“If I ask you why you’re doing this, you won’t answer, right?”
However, Kwak Won-hoe just snorted ‘Hmph’ and stabbed Han Ibi again.
Han Yi-bi instantly displayed her instincts and stepped on the window, throwing herself at him.
The rebound force was so great that his body flew all the way out of the tent.
However, Kwak Won-hoe was no slouch either, so he grabbed his spear and ran towards it, stabbing it like a thunderbolt towards Han Ibi’s landing point.
Therefore, Han Ibi had no choice but to turn around in the air as she had no room to move.
Just in the nick of time, the tip of the spear grazed Han Ibi’s back.
At the same time, Han Yi Fe activated the following eye technique.
The purpose was to analyze the movement of the tip of the spear.
After completing a moment’s analysis, he suddenly struck the tip of the spear with his left hand.
Then, the soft body of the spear bent flexibly and attacked Kwak Won-hoe’s thigh.
However, Kwak Won-hoe spread his legs and kicked the tip of the spear again.
The tip of the spear flew towards Han Ibi again.
Han Ibi barely defended herself with Han Jo Sword.
And then he walked away again.
“Is this the elimination of Little Five Dragon’s competitors? Or collusion with the Demonic Cult?”
However, Kwak Won-hoe just stabbed the tip of the spear again without saying a word.
The spear technique using quick thrusts along with the curved curves of Hwiyeongcheong felt very artistic even though it was the enemy’s.
Han Ibi said while making a fuss about whistling.
“Is this a demonic spear technique? “It’s truly bizarre, but effective.”
However, Kwak Won-hoe grabbed the lower part of the spear with both hands and struck it without saying a word.
Therefore, it was transformed into a pole of enormous length, blocking Han Ibi’s movements.
The spear flew in fiercely, as if it would break Han Ibi’s bone at any moment.
Han Ibi couldn’t help but panic for a moment.
Although I had experience dealing with swords and spears, I had never even thought of such strange spearmanship.
Boom!
Han Ibi’s sleeve was torn off by the tip of the spear.
He felt like he was dealing with a spear magician and a bong magician all at once.
The dazzling and flashy movement of the spear was splendidly decorating this dark forest.
At the moment when Han Ibi was busy defending herself.
slap!
In the end, I received a proper blow from a stick on my thigh.
It was painful enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I don’t know, but all my veins would have burst and I would have bruises.
Kwak Won-hoe’s spear tip increased his momentum and rushed forward again, reducing the space.
At that moment, a black energy wriggled from Han Ibi’s Danjeon.
Hongmongdaebeop, conscious of the crisis of its owner, is shaking.
This guy pounces whenever he sees an opportunity.
He thought about suppressing it through his history of converting the precious blood.
‘In my heart of hearts, I want to bring out Hongmong’s Great Law and kill him prematurely… but this is the heart of the Murim League’s flame society. Using it carelessly can be a burden. Anyway, that guy’s spear skills are truly dazzling. It’s almost like swinging a string orchestra baton… let’s just sit still. baton?’
Speaking of the baton, something came to mind.
It’s the law of adultery.
Han Ibi immediately tried to activate the law of adultery.
‘oh! ‘I can see it, I can see it!’
Surprisingly, the Eumhon Commercial Law analyzed Kwak Won-hoe’s dazzling spear skills.
‘This is very good. I wish I had used it more often to raise my level…’
Anyway, Kwak Won-hoe’s spear was still flashily stabbing Han Ibi… but
now Han Ibi was able to read the pattern to some extent.
This is because the main function of the Yinhon Sangbeop is to assist in visually reading the repetitive aspects of martial arts.
And Han Ibi realized that her thoughts were right.
Kwak Won-hoe’s spearmanship had the same characteristics as a kind of music and painting.
So, it’s like playing in the air or drawing a picture.
After colliding with ten sums again, Han Ibi was finally able to read the pattern.
‘good!’
Han Ibi clenched her left fist and finally launched a counterattack.
The characteristic of Kwak Won-hoe’s spear skill is the perfect harmony of straight and curved movements.
And that harmony was due to Kwak Won-hoe’s arm movements that slightly shake in the right place along with the soft yet hard material characteristics.
‘good. ‘That’s it.’
A faint smile began to bloom on Han Ibi’s face.
Jang!
There was a loud noise for the first time since the two met.
It was the sound made when the tip of the spear and the metal part of Hanzo’s sword came into contact.
Kwak Won-hoe quickly changed his grip on the spear and swung it.
Jang!
There was a loud sound again and the tip of the spear collided with Hanzo’s sword.
Han Ibi said with a smile.
“It’s a pretty good tactic, but I’m used to it now.”
At the same time, this time, he stepped on the Bagua foot and started a quick attack first.
The tip of George Han’s sword was aimed at Kwak Won-hoe’s wrist.
Kwak Won-hoe was very surprised and attempted to defend himself by swinging his spear.
However, Han Yi-bi took a strange direction and quickly came within close range of Kwak Won-hoe.
Keeping an optimal distance is the basis of spearmanship.
Kwak Won-hoe stepped back and swung his spear to try to restore the ‘optimized distance’.
However, Han Ibi already understood the pattern of the opponent’s spear technique, which was used like a batting technique.
Every time the long spear swung, he struck at the right place.
In other words, the tip of the spear is in contact with the Hanjo sword to prevent its elasticity from being used.
Meanwhile, Han E-bi clings even closer.
He aimed for the moment when Kwak Won-hoe, who was embarrassed, was about to change his grip from his right hand to his left hand.
That one moment!
Han Ibi concentrated all her strength by activating ‘Gyeongpyeonsohaegeom’.
With the release of explosive power, the ‘most primitive thrust’ of the Kyungpyeon Sohae Sword was carried out in a surprise attack.
A very brief moment to change the window and grab it.
Green onions!
With a sound, Kwak Won-hoe’s spear was seen flying through the air.
‘it’s okay!’
Now Kwak Wonhoe was helpless.
Han Yi-bi’s light sword once again showed off a highly simplified cut and lifted up Kwak Won-hoe’s head.
My head is about to fall off at any moment.
Kwak Won-hoe closes his eyes tightly.
But…
nothing happened.
Although Han Yi-bi’s Hanzo sword was exactly at Kwak Won-hoe’s neck.
Then a human voice was heard.
“That’s enough.”
Han Ibi was startled and looked back.
Surprisingly, someone came and stood behind him.
I didn’t even have time to feel popular!
The man, who was leisurely waving his fan, said.
“Director Kwak. Why risk your life over something like this? “I wish I had done it in moderation.”
But Kwak Won-hoe said nothing.
Han Yi-bi’s sword was still touching Kwak Won-hoe’s neck.
Hiss!
Instantly, the sound of the wind breaking was heard.
Something was flying towards Han Ibi’s sword.
Han Yi Fei opened her eyes and glared at it.
earth!
Flying into the air with a metallic sound.
It was none other than a coin.
The man said.
“Forgive me. Zhongli Small Colony. “I don’t like interfering, but… I couldn’t see you making a mistake.”
Han Ibi said with a frown.
“mistake? “A mistake?”
“exactly. “It would be a big mistake to let Director Kwak die.”
In fact, Han Ibi was able to recognize him from the beginning.
A distinguished guest who came as an invited guest to the Cheongseong Long Speech Contest.
And the mysterious man who spoke with Jong Ri-hyuk after everything was concluded.
It was him.
Han Ibi glanced up.
“For a devil, you really talk a lot.”
Then the man smiled and said as if it was fun.
“You mean the Demonic Cult? ha ha ha. “That’s a really interesting opinion.”
Han Ibi also laughed and said.
“That’s right. “It’s just as fun as ambushing me.”
At that time, Kwak Won-hoe shouted loudly.
“Zhongli au. Don’t talk nonsense! “I know who that person is and I dare…”
At that time, the man raised one hand to stop Kwak Won-hoe and said,
“What do I mean by a demonic religion?”
Han Ibi said while snorting.
“joy. Since when did the Demonic Cult have the word “Demon Cult” written on their foreheads? How dare they attack someone who is being educated by the Murim Alliance unless they are a Demonic Cult? Moreover, they even planted ganja inside… Your spirit is truly unparalleled.”
Then, looking at Kwak Won-hoe, whose face had turned ashen, the man opened his mouth.
“Okay. “If it’s a mistake, I did it first, so I’ll forgive you. Just this once.”
Then, while glaring at Han Ibi with a straight gaze, he said, ‘Chorlarak’ and folded up the fan.
The moment Han Ibi flinched and crouched down.
The man’s fan was shot out in an instant with a force that seemed to fold space and time.
Han Yi-bi, who was startled, quickly raised her sword and took a defensive stance.
That moment.
It felt like the fan suddenly fell to the floor.
(Continued in the next part)
