Episode 165. The value of the name
At that moment, I saw Han Ebi.
[Surprising quest occurs (difficulty ★★★★): Expel the group of Buddhist monks who invaded Jeomchang Mountain.]
[Reward 1: Strength +15, Strength +20, Dexterity +18, Wisdom +10, Charisma +10, Reputation +100]
[Reward 2: The level of all passive skills increases by +1.]
‘Ugh. damn.’
Han Ibi sighed inwardly.
It was difficult to encourage strife between the Jeomchang faction and Beomnyun Temple.
Actually, it didn’t matter which of the two won.
Han Ibi’s strategy of peeling off the wounded beast’s skin and eating it raw ended up in vain.
Although it was a system that did not provide much help throughout Han Ibi’s ‘possessed life’…
‘Hey! ‘Isn’t this a bit too much?’
Tiriring.
[Advice: Level up through active activities and obey ‘missions’. If the ‘mission’ is successful, an appropriate ‘reward’ will be given.]
Wow. Okay, okay.
In principle… that’s good.
It seems like you enjoy tormenting me.
I was very annoyed, but I had to resolve the current issue anyway.
‘ah. I’m upset, but let’s regain our composure. Inner peace…inner peace….’
Han Ibi took a deep breath and set out to find a solution.
‘Still, it will raise your reputation significantly, so there is a good thing about it. Ahaha. ‘That’s good.’
At that time, I saw Joo Se-cheong, who had fallen down due to the tension of the inspector, stand up straight away.
Although he stumbled as if he was severely shocked, he grabbed the Unjeonggeom again and prepared to fight.
At that time, I heard voices here and there.
“Long story, adult!”
“You damn bastards!”
“Let’s kill them all right now!”
The energetic young disciples of the Jeomchang sect seemed ready to rush towards the Buddhist monk at any moment.
At that time, Joo Se-chang raised his arms and said.
“Calm down. We have worked hard to build the reputation of Jeomchang for a very long time. “If anyone dares to step forward without my permission, I will be held accountable and expelled from the monastery in the future!”
Yes.
A large number of guests gathered regardless of political faction or faction.
It might be possible to win by using numbers, but there was a risk of becoming a laughingstock of Moorim.
There is nothing more to say if it is the other way around.
In particular, isn’t the Jeomchang faction a member of the Murim Alliance, which values a cause more than life?
At that moment, the judge said.
“ha ha ha. I thought we would all fight together coolly, but it was so disappointing. After all, Zhu Jangmun can be said to be a great charlatan of the political faction.”
Ju Se-cheong was about to raise his heavy sword and take the stance of the four-point sword method again.
Because he was injured, he could not use the spectral sword technique, which consumes a lot of stamina.
The magistrate said with a smile.
“You have good momentum, but you shouldn’t be reckless. “Isn’t your chest very warm right now?”
Then, Joo Se-chang’s consciousness turned to the solar plexus that was hit in the palm of his hand.
It’s not that it’s not, it feels like it’s burning like I’ve been burned.
And as time went by, more and more…
An ominous feeling passed through the State Tax Office’s mind.
The judge said:
“ha ha ha. If you don’t get treatment quickly, the affected area will rupture, become sore, and eventually die. The extreme fire will melt the Lord Jangmun’s blood and flesh. And I am the only person in all of Wulin who can retrieve that firearm.”
Then the military leaders, including the disciples of the Jeomchang sect, began to murmur.
This kind of martial arts is something that the world has never heard of.
They couldn’t tell for a moment whether the Master’s threat was true or not.
It was then.
Bok Yeon-hwa’s body twitches.
He couldn’t hold back his surging enthusiasm and tried to step forward.
Han Ibi’s eyes were developed to the point where she could not miss the slightest change.
He quickly came to Bok Yeon-hwa’s side and whispered.
“Master. no.”
Bok Yeon-hwa asked with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean it’s not?”
“Now is not the time to step forward.”
Then Bok Yeon-hwa frowned and said.
“A charlatan must not be selective about the timing.”
“A hero cannot miss the right moment.”
“What kind of pun is that?”
“sorry. But we must not intervene ambiguously now. “Trust me.”
“What are you supposed to believe?”
“That old, crazy man is immediately grinning even though his student is dead. He’s probably a psycho…or rather a rare cold-blooded person. It seems like this whole thing was thoroughly planned. You should never step forward carelessly. Please wait a moment.”
Yes.
Although she said so, what Han Ibi is really aiming for is the complete defeat of the Jeomchang faction.
Bok Yeon-hwa must appear as their savior.
That way, you won’t have to complain about joining the old group.
However, if you speak straight, Bok Yeon-hwa will never listen to what you say.
Han E-bi takes a quick look at her face.
Bok Yeon-hwa’s expression is a mixture of doubt and dissatisfaction.
But fortunately, she has stopped coming forward.
Has confidence in Han E-bi increased even a little?
At that time, I heard the magistrate’s sinister yet loud laugh.
“What do you think? Note long sentence. Do you think I’m lying? “You are free to believe or not believe anything, but I feel quite sad when I think of the disciples who will be left behind after losing Jang Mun-in.”
the state tax office said.
“You are worse than your own students.”
Then the judge raised his eyebrows and asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Your dead disciple didn’t tell you. “Murim people put their lives on the line to live.”
Then, the face of the Buddhist monk was contorted like a murderer.
“You’re such a stupid bastard that you can’t take a chance even if you give it a chance. I won’t say it again and again. If you surrender, you will be treated and your life will be saved. However, if you are going to do it to the end…”
The magistrate’s eyes were burning brightly.
“I have no choice but to show you the true taste of this Fire Light Great Hand Sign that Master Gongbo left behind…”
As soon as those words were left out, a sound effect was heard in Han Ibi’s ears.
Tiriring.
[Information about one of the ‘108 (108) bases’ has been captured. You can check the information through the ‘Status Window’. Would you like to check now?” (Y/N)]
‘Huh? Why are you here… But I’m curious, so yeah.’
[This is the result of the IBRE DB system search.]
Name: Hwagwangjon (火光尊) Daesuiin (大手印)
Classification: 5th level
Series: Mixed (externalized mind method)
Characteristics: Created by the best martial arts expert produced by Tobeon Beomnyun Temple It is a unique martial art that is characterized by temporarily pouring out internal energy to inflict damage.
It is very difficult to learn, consumes a large amount of internal power, and can cause harm to the caster himself…
‘Eh. There’s nothing special.’
[…If you are hit, depending on the amount of internal power, you either die immediately or the internal power rips through the affected area and slowly leads to death. In order to resolve this…]
‘Oh. This is worth listening to.’
The moment when Hanibi listens to the voice of the system.
In the end, the State Tax Service was swinging its sword at the Gyeonchambeop.
The judge clicked his tongue and said.
“Tsk tsk. “In the end, I have to die to come to my senses.”
The state tax office knew.
This very moment, today, contains the future of Jeomchangpa.
So you can’t fall down carelessly.
State Tax Office grabbed his solar plexus, which felt like it was burning, and stabbed him with the four-point sword technique.
The battle unfolded fiercely for about ten seconds.
But the result is as obvious as seeing fire.
In contrast to the State Tax Office, which was gritting its teeth, the judge’s expression was even relaxed.
The effect of going first is being clearly seen.
But no matter how you look at it, it was an ordinary battle.
Han Ibi had this thought.
‘Uhm. If you use Hwagwangjon Daejuin or something, you can finish it quickly, so why bother?’
Then, I suddenly remembered what the system explained earlier.
‘aha. Right. It was said that that palm trick consumes a lot of internal power, so it is certain that it cannot be used continuously.’
He watched the fight a little longer and came to a conclusion.
‘Daengjung, who cannot use Hwagwangjon’s Daesuijin, is an ordinary expert. If you are careful about that, you will be able to deal with Master Bok at any level.’
It was then.
At the moment when Ju Se-cheong’s final attack, clutching his chest, failed, the master Cheol Seon-jang of the Gyeonchambeop attacked him with a counterattack of remorse, as if splitting his head.
Han Ibi whispered.
“Now. “Master!”
A repeating flower that flies away as soon as the words are finished.
She bravely swung her sword and blocked Captain Cheol’s path.
Zeng.
A tremendous sound echoing throughout the room.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on those two people.
One is a strong, muscular old monk.
Another person has a noble appearance like a goddess.
The magistrate said with a smile.
“I have to wait my turn. If this happens, I will use it.”
Yeonhwa Bok said.
“It seems you forgot who the person in the middle was.”
The State Tax Office, which looked as if it was about to fall over at any moment, spoke.
“Get out of the way… I’m sorry.” I… I will tarnish the reputation of the fortune-telling group…”
“Hmph. That kind of justification is insignificant. Are you foolishly going to discuss laws and regulations with the group of apostles?”
The magistrate chuckled and said.
“What does it mean to discuss the law? It was the fortune-telling bastards who killed my student first. So this is fair revenge.”
At that time, Yeonhwa Bok shouted with a force like frost.
“Disciples of the Jeomchang Sect, what are you doing instead of taking care of Jang Mun-in?”
At that moment, the State Tax Service collapses.
Then, as if freed from magical power, a disciple of the fortune-telling sect was seen lifting the master and carrying him.
“Councilor!”
He quickly approached the congressman.
Magistrate Gyeongcham looked at the sword pointed at him and said.
“Now that I’ve drawn my sword, I guess I should stick to it?”
But Bok Yeon-hwa just waved her sword in silence.
Therefore, there is no choice but to defend as a Cheolseonjang.
Clink clink clink.
A loud sound heated up Jeomchang Mountain again.
Their fight was as contrasting as their appearances.
However, the funny thing was that the rugged Gyeonchambeop developed a fancy and complex Chosik, while Bokyeonhwa used the simple and clear Chosik of Gyeongpyeonsohae.
Two people who competed for over 20 sums like that.
Surprisingly, the military leaders realized that the person who had a slight but superior advantage in this bloody fight was Bok Yeon-hwa.
Han Ibi thought.
‘Just as I thought, Master Bok was hiding his skills in the long essay selection competition.’
Everyone was somewhat surprised… but
the person who was most embarrassed at this moment was none other than the expert.
‘no! Is this old woman’s martial arts level this high?…’
That was back then.
The lama’s wide robe was cut off with a ‘sudden’ sound.
“awesome!”
“Please scold me!”
The disciples of the Jeomchang faction remaining in the hall were cheering for Bok Yeon-hwa without even realizing it.
Suddenly, Yeonhwa Bok swung her sword for a long time.
A completely different development than before!
Perhaps it was even a pine breeze blowing, but the cool reality of the Songpung Sword Technique was tearing the Buddhist monk’s robe to shreds, causing bloodshed.
The defeat of the magistrate was complete.
At that moment, something caught the eye of Han Ibi, who was watching the fight with her eyesight.
It’s the palm of the expert’s hand.
His palms were turning slightly red.
‘You haven’t gathered all your strength yet.’
It was then.
Suddenly, the magistrate raised his left hand.
When everyone is wondering…
Shhh.
More than a dozen lamas were rushing towards Bok Lotus Flower at an incredible speed.
It looks like they probably made an appointment in advance.
It seemed like their intention was to attack Bok Yeon-hwa in a surprise attack all at once.
It was then.
How did this happen!
It was clearly meant to be a surprise attack, but a black shadow was already standing there.
“Oh my. No matter how sad it is, I thought monks would be a little different, but I guess it’s worth the name.”
The identity of the shadow is none other than Han Ibi.
His Hanzo sword was shining in the sunlight.
(Continued in the next part)
