Chapter 170

Chapter 170

Bu Eun-sul was unable to understand what Hyuk Gong-baek was saying at once.
He pondered for a moment, then spoke cautiously.
“How do you expect me to wake up my grandson?”
“I’m sorry, I was in a hurry and jumped to the conclusion.”
Hyuk Gongbaek laughed lowly and opened his mouth.
“Mr. Nobu has a grandson. He’s the only blood relative he has left, as his son and daughter have passed away.”
He sighed deeply, then continued.
“But he’s not interested in anything. He just spends his days gambling and being a nobody. Even though he’s the next landowner to run the place.”
Bu Eun-sul asked, sensing something.
“Isn’t your grandson, by any chance, a young man wearing a blue robe and looking languid?”
“That’s right. That’s Hyeoksojin, the old man’s grandson.”
A handsome man with a troublesome expression on his face.
He was the grandson of the phantom horse, Hyuk Sojin.
“This landowner can’t live for a thousand years, can he? I hope he regains his desire for the martial arts as soon as possible. It’s not easy.”
“I don’t understand, your grandson must have practiced martial arts more fiercely than anyone else.”
The Ten Doors, the Immortal Destination.
It was the resting place of the Great Demons who swept the land, and it was also the repository of the Heavenly Demon Gong, where all of their magical spells rested.
The majority of the cultivation in the Manmayu Jingak of the previous generation comes from the Immortal Destruction Zone.
“Besides, the next landowner would have had a machete in his hand since childhood.”
“There are two reasons.”
Hyuk Gongbaek looked devastated.
“First, because my son and his wife died. He was a great martial artist, but the heavens were jealous of him, and he fell ill and died. After that, he became cynical about everything.”
No amount of martial arts training can defeat an old man.
Having witnessed the deaths of his parents at such a young age, and seeing the old demons who constantly stayed in Dowonhyang, it was clear that he had a sense of impermanence.
“Well, Dowenxiang is only beautiful in the scenery, and there are only old people who will soon be traveling far away.
Dowonhyang, where the elderly are nearing the end of their lives.
From the perspective of the young people left behind, it’s like being an undertaker who has to deal with the afterlife.
“The second reason is that the child is a genius.”
A proud smile appeared on Hyuk’s face as he sipped his tea again.
“By the time I was ten years old, I had already mastered the Jinshin Temple of Bon Jizhu to the third degree.”
“I see.”
“Not only that, but he’s got his head in the game with some of the best mages in the country.”
If nothing else, he’s accomplished the sky-is-falling feat of a sky-is-falling fantasy at the age of ten.
It was clear that he was an untutored genius.
“Geniuses who are too good get lonely or burned out quickly.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded, and Hyuk Gong-baek said.
“After the age of ten, he completely lost interest in martial arts. He thinks no one is better than him because everything comes so easily to him.”
“I see.”
“We’ve tried everything, but to no avail. Nothing has changed his mind.”
Pondering, Buunsul’s eyes twinkled.
“I think there’s a way.”
“There is?”
“Yes.”
Bu Eun-sul said bluntly.
“Does it matter which way?”
“Of course. If the child can be shaken out of his lethargy and stretched as a successor…….”
Gongbaek Hyuk said with authority.
“Nobu will be your strength for the rest of your life.”
Bu Eun-sul nodded coolly.
“If so, please call your grandson to the dance floor.”
Hyeokgongbaek sighed as he pondered.
“No way, are you going to do something?”
He smirked and shook his head.
“The heir to the infernal bloodline who came the other day has also requested an audience with the child.”
“Did that happen?”
“Even that hell-blooded heir couldn’t subdue him. Of course, that’s because he can’t use the vacuum of his poisonous gong………”
Swollen Snow’s eyes twinkled.
The legitimate heir of the Hellblooded could not subdue him, who was as idle as Han Liang?
“The child is stronger than anyone else, even if he’s only practicing martial arts on the surface.”
Hyuk So Jin is not the Ten Demon Warrior, but the prepared successor of the Ten Demons.
Since childhood, he has read and mastered all the magic books of the Immortal Realm, and has even studied with the Flying Horse.
If he wasn’t the heir to the Immortal Realm, he’d already be a strong candidate to succeed him.
“That sounds like fun.”
“Huh?”
“Call him to the stage.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“This time it will be different.”
With a sharp glint in her eye, Bu Eunsul walked over to Gongbaek Hyuk and said in a low voice.
“But I need you to make me a deal.”
* * *
The temple is located in a vacant lot far away from the main mountain, neither in the direction of the temple nor in the direction of the temple.
A place of immense beauty that houses an unfathomable variety of magical texts.
As such, the martial artists here had easy access to martial arts, and the atmosphere was conducive to fierce practice.
-What’s the point of mastering martial arts? Life is so much more fun when you just drink and play gambling.
But when the next landowner and heir apparent, Hyuk So-jin, indulges in gambling and drinking, the young moojis of the deserted island are naturally swept up in his attitude.
“Hmmm.”
Immortalized Destiny Grand Armor.
On one side of the room stood the Hukbong and the Bounty.
And in the center of it all, a young man in a blue robe rubbed his eyes and yawned.
It was Hwanma’s grandson, Hyuk So-jin.
And across from him was a man with a sword strapped to his back, his long hair flowing. It was snow.
“You’re making a fool of yourself.”
Hyuk So Jin looked at Bu Eun Seol with bored eyes.
“I heard that you came in as a ten-demon warrior, and were lucky enough to be recognized as a full member of the Nangyagak.”
There’s a hint of disdain in his voice.
But Bu Eun-sul nodded with a grim expression.
“Yes.”
“Well, I guess you’d better live up to your fraction.”
“You’re right.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled uncharacteristically.
“So I’m going to teach you how to live in fractions.”
Hwaak.
At that moment, a purple light flashed in Hyuk Sojin’s eyes.
‘You’ve certainly taken up the mantle from Master Fang Ma.
The violet glow that could be seen at first glance in Hyuk Gongbaek’s eyes was firmly embedded in Hyuk Sojin’s eyes as well.
“I’m afraid not.”
In the meantime, Hyuksojin had regained his composure, and his fiery eyes were clear again.
“I’m just not hot enough to touch someone for no reason.”
“Are you afraid of losing.”
“You’re welcome. What if you win, what if you lose?”
Sozin’s desolate eyes were filled with loneliness as he gazed into the distant sky.
“The rest of my days, neither dead nor alive…….”
Unless you’re an old man with an inflamed life.
The words were too worldly to have come from the mouth of a young man whose terms were now past due.
Only Negan, in full, bright, glorious life.
Like an old man facing his twilight years, Hyuk So-jin seemed to have lost his will to live.
“Then let’s make a bet.”
Hyeoksojin’s eyes lit up at Buunseol’s suggestion.
If he knew nothing else, gambling was the only pastime he enjoyed.
“A bet is a good bet. What bet?”
“Three seconds.”
Bu Eun-sul said bluntly.
“I want you to take a three-second right hook. If you can take it without dodging, I’ll take the loss.”
“You want me to take three seconds of kung fu, not even sword fu?”
Hyuk Sojin looked at him like he didn’t understand what he was talking about, but he smiled low.
“So if I win, what do I get?”
“Anything. I’ll do what I can.”
“Hoo hoo hoo, you must not have played gambling, because you shouldn’t say that.”
“Accept.”
Hyuk So-jin shrugged at Bu Eun-sul’s words.
“What if I lose?”
“Just as I suggested. You can fight me with all your heart.”
“Why go to all that trouble, when all I have to do is beat you in a bout?”
Then a red glint of blood appeared in the pupils of her eyes.
“I said, ‘Let’s fight,’ not beat around the bush.”
Fight. Presumably, that means a life-and-death battle.
“Hoo hoo hoo. Hahahaha.”
After laughing for a while, Hyuk So-jin laughed coldly.
“You’re a rabid man.”
Before I knew it, his pupils were rippling with magnetism again.
“Do you know who I am?”
“I know.”
Bu Eun-sul smiled wryly.
“Zhengzhou well bottom frog.”
Ujijic.
As if by force, the floor of the stage where Hyeoksojin stood caved in.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
For the first time, Hyuk So-jin, who always had a bored look on his face, showed signs of life.
“Okay, I’ll take it.”
At the same time, an intense aura emanated from his body.
The authentic successor to the Magisterium.
They have the best musculature from birth, and they even undergo beehive washing to purify their qi with elixirs and herbs, and to transform their body structure into one suitable for martial arts.
From the time you start walking, the best masters and martial artists of the martial arts will teach you the art of martial arts.
The orthodox successors of the Madhyamuni who have grown up in this way have consistently reached a powerful state.
“You’re doing the same old thing.
There was disdain in Hyuk So Jin’s eyes as he looked at Bu Eun Seol.
In truth, he knew. What his grandfather had asked of the heir to the Hellblood Castle.
‘You want them to be inspired by their own brilliance.
The heir to the Infernal Blood Castle also applied for a secret mission, and he provoked the revolutionaries with a dazzling display of martial arts.
But that was it.
Instead of rising to his provocations, Hyuk-So-Jin was on the defensive, forcing the Infernal Blood Heir to raise his hands and feet.
I dare not interfere with the True Successor from within the Immortal Realm.
But when Bu Eun-sul does the same thing over and over again, it’s just too much.
“Feel free to start anytime.”
Hyuk Sojin said with a wry smile.
“I, the Wild Dog of Nanyagak.”
Despite the insult, Bu Eun-sul’s eyes remained calm.
“First Second.”
Bu Eun-sul’s brief remarks were immediately followed by an intense punchline.
It was Samsung’s labor of love.
The power of Kwon Macho-hyun’s silent, unspoken words burrowed into Hyuk So-jin’s forehead,
Wow!
Suddenly, with a deafening crash, power was split in two.
And then he dug in hard on both sides of Hyuksojin’s body.
It was a feat of self-borrowed power that could only be accomplished in the Kwonmachil style.
“Hoo hoo.”
But Hyuk Sojin was not surprised and shook his shoulders lightly.
Whirliric.
Then a strange power surged through his entire body, and he pushed back the power of the Kung Fu Chohye that was digging into his side at an angle.
“That’s a lot of power.”
Hyuk So-jin laughed, and Bu Eun-sul nodded.
“Jaycho.”
Thump! Kwarrrrrr!
This time, accompanied by the sound of a wulet, the five sharp streaks of power wrapped around Xiao Jin’s body at an inescapable angle.
It was the first meal of the Kwonmachil-sik Jaycho, the first meal of the Kukjeonhonhyo.
“Hut.”
As the sharp, lightning-fast power swept in, Xiao Jin was slightly surprised and quickly waved his arms.
Then a faint violet radiance emanated from his hands, and five streams of power coalesced into one,
Whirligig.
Power passed over his head.
It was as if he had unfurled a tai chi sutra to dissolve his career.
“Is it a new fever?”
Hyuk nodded at the question.
Divine Heat Magic.
This is more of a qigong technique than a martial art, such as Shaolin’s Ban Ya Great Power or Ming’s Qi Gong Dai Nai.
Kyokushinjutsu, which utilizes the powerful divine heat energy of the entire body to redirect the flow of external forces from enemies.
It is said that when you reach the highest level, you will be able to return any kung fu or power to your opponent.
And Hyuk-So-Jin is using a tactic that allows him to lightly spill his attacks while wearing a full body of Shinryu Magi.
“Wake me up.”
Hyuk So-jin, who understood Bu Eun-sul’s true feelings, said confidently.
“No matter what you do, you’ll never be able to break the divine heat energy that surrounds my body.”
Even Samsung’s newest horses are sticky as glue and tough as cow tendons.
It’s something you can never break without using a vacuum.
“We’ll see.”
As she finished speaking, a red glow surged from her body.
Boom!
With another burst, the points of light became streaks of brilliance and shot up into the sky.
Looking at the ghastly sight, Hyuk So-jin could only sneer.
‘Hmm, they’re trying to scare me with air power. You don’t really mean to kill me…….’
Ududuk.
At that moment, a bony sound rang out from Bu Eunsul’s body, and the red dots of light that had soared into the sky were absorbed by his right hand.
Gooooooo…….
Antipolar blood glowed in his eyes as he drew a circle out of thin air.
Kung Fu Seven Ceremony, Fourth Invitation, and Heavenly Hand Gong Breaking.
It was the unfolding of a philosophy of destroying everything in its path.
“Wait, wait, wait. You can’t be……!”
Before it was over, Hyeoksojin shouted,
Kaaaaaah!
With an earth-shattering bang, a red glow poured from his left fist.
It was the power of the Destroyer of Heaven itself, destroying everything between heaven and earth.
As he gazed at the heavenly ceremony, Hyuk So-jin’s eyes seemed to shine like a giant sun.