Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 196

Episode 196. Blue Art (波浪術)

In addition to the tremendous shock, Emperor Ok Tae felt that his breath was suffocating.

At the same time, the fact that his body was floating in the air…

and the result was not much different from what he expected.

Kudangtangtang.

Emperor Ok’s body fell to the ground in a rough trajectory.

“Palace lord!”

Several disciples of Cheonseonggung urgently called him.

Have you ever been pushed into a situation like this since you became an absolute master in your thirties?

It was truly a humiliation I had never felt in my life.

He felt nothing but a daze.

It was then.

The disciples of Cheonseong Palace were rushing towards Han Ibi without even caring about their own safety.

Han Ibi frowned and glared at them with her black eyes.

A truly terrifying appearance, as if a mara had arrived in this world.

The disciples who were jumping in felt their hair stand on end without realizing it.

But now it’s a situation that can’t be reversed.

Even though they were hesitant, they gathered their courage and approached Han Ibi.

The first person to rush in was a man with a sturdy build.

He savagely swung his ignorant-looking Nanga-bong.

The ‘bung bung’ sound of the sound was quite sharp.

In response, Han Ibi immediately lowered her body and snuggled in front of the man.

The bulky man was startled and tried to back away, but…

Han Ibi’s foot, which had stretched out in a straight line from below, was already touching the man’s chin.

Poseok.

A loud, terrible sound.

At the same time, the bulky body of the man was rising to an unrealistic height.

In this situation, there was no way his jawbone would survive.

Han Ibi snatched his nangabong from the air.

Then, he suddenly turned his body twice to the left and struck the next opponent with the nanga-bong.

The target is the opponent’s cheek.

Sigh.

The face was probably fractured.

In addition, the needles attached to the cyst made the skin into a honeycomb, causing blood to pour out from various pores.

This time, he turned his body three times to the right and hit the other man’s knee with his foot.

Wood clatter.

“Aaaah!”

A terrible sound effect that you would never want to hear in a dream and a man’s heartbreaking screams came together.

But even for a moment.

Nangabong poured into the mouth of the screaming man.

An instant of silence.

Ebi Han said.

“I hate being noisy. “I hope the rest of you understand.”

He was slowly walking towards the remaining disciples of Cheonseonggung, dangling his blood-dripping stick.

A wide open smile beneath dark eyes that make it impossible to tell where they are looking.

It was truly a horrendous sight, complete with murder.

Then, the dozen or so disciples of Cheonseonggung also became scared.

They stopped their surprise attack and stood still, hesitating whether they should run away.

It was then.

“Anyone who turns his back will be beheaded by my hand. “Pull that monster down right now!”

A man holding a strange-looking large half-moon sword.

It was My Commander-in-Chief Eom Geum-yang.

He was standing at the back of the line, glaring at his disciples.

It was then.

Puak-.

Geumyang Eom was staring at the hole in her chest with an expression of disbelief.

Only then did the blood gush out.

Unable to bear it any longer, he rolled his eyes and fell backwards.

“Tatanjishintong (彈指神通)….”

Han Ibi said.

“I like Tanji Shintong. “It’s a rock.”

When this happened, the disciples of Cheonseonggung could not help but become angry.

They soon came to their senses and rushed towards Han Ibi again.

“Wow!”

“Kill!”

“Well, you’re just a person made of flesh and bones!”

Han Ibi clicked her tongue and said.

“Tsk tsk tsk. I guess I neglected studying Korean. “I see you can’t understand the topic properly.”

Then he raised his arms and roared.

“Let’s have fun! “Aaaah!”

But it was strange.

He seemed to be frozen in his roaring state, like a still image.

The disciples were looking at each other blankly, making eye contact.

What kind of tactic is this?

It didn’t take long for that ominous feeling to become reality.

As soon as the afterimage of the roar disappeared, Han Ibi found herself in the middle of the Cheonseong Palace disciples.

It was the exercise of Cheonseonggung’s divine law, Cheonjuryun.

Everyone was shocked and was about to leave.

Han Ibi suddenly stretched out Nangabong forward… and

started spinning like a top using the rotation method of Fudong Myeongwangbo.

Knock knock knock.

“Ahh!”

“Ugh!”

The men at close range received blows from the Nangabong here and there on their bodies and began to bleed from every pore.

A frenzied spinning dance accompanied by terrible screams was coloring the early morning air with a bloody fog.

Han Yi-bi, who was caught up in the madness of Hongmong Dafa, was no different from a nightshade who was anxious to taste blood.

I gave him an ignorant weapon that told him to go away from the goblin’s bat…

I didn’t know that it was perhaps natural that things ended up like this.

Even Jong Li-hyeok, who was lying down and watching this, frowned.

It was then.

Tiriring.

[There are 3 minutes left in the duration of Hongmong Great Law.]

As time passed, Han Ibi, whose consciousness was gradually being buried by Hongmong Great Law, suddenly came to her senses.

‘I don’t have time for this.’

At that moment, Seol Mok-deuk’s voice was heard.

“Where are you running away to? “Ok Taeje!”

Yes.

Prince Cheonseong, who realized the disadvantage of the situation, took advantage of this chaotic situation to escape.

He was launching the new model with maximum light attack.

Han Ibi, who stopped for a moment while randomly destroying her students, did not miss the voice.

Han Ibi raised the nanga stick behind her shoulder and activated her secret technique.

The aiming line is so large that you can hit it with your eyes closed.

There is not even the slightest shaking.

Without even thinking twice, Han Ibi threw the nangabong.

A noise that seems to tear the air.

Asshole.

The heavy Nangabong was flying like a darting, shortening the distance.

So, Oktaje had no choice but to jump up into the air and avoid it.

Squeak.

The sound of one of Nangabong’s needles getting caught in a sleeve and tearing the fabric.

However, Oktaeje is an absolute expert in light attack.

He landed steadily on the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was trying to run away in a hurry, he tried to run away again.

chin.

There was something holding me back.

Emperor Ok Tae lost his balance in the air and fell down.

Even in the midst of his embarrassment, he quickly hit the ground with both hands to minimize the impact on his body.

Ok Tae-je moved his gaze over his shoulder.

There, he saw the devil grinning while holding his ankle.

“This… this…”

But Emperor Ok could not finish his sentence.

This is because Han Ibi was lifting her ankle and swinging it in the opposite direction, as if she was going to wash the clothes.

Isn’t this truly an attack method unprecedented in martial arts history?

thud.

Ok Tae-je’s upper body eventually hit the floor and suffered shock.

But…

it didn’t end there.

Han Ibi pulled her ankle again.

Emperor Okta desperately grabbed things on the ground to avoid being dragged, but… his

strength was truly incredible.

Han Ibi’s alligator ring was shining brightly as if it was about to explode at any moment.

A kind of reinforcing effect.

Emperor Oktae’s fingers only left long, lifeless marks on the dirt floor.

At that time, Han Ibi’s roar shook the earth.

“Wow!”

Han Yi-bi, who succeeded in pulling Ok Tae-je back in, mercilessly kicked Ok Tae-je around in the opposite direction.

puck.

With a loud sound, Emperor Oktae’s upper body fell to the ground.

Knock knock knock knock.

I did that several times.

With each impact from the floor, Emperor Ok Tae’s upper body gradually became tattered.

Although it was Emperor Oktae who was experiencing this absurd situation, he was also a rare master who could be said to be a great master of martial arts.

He gritted his teeth, saw the opportunity, and struck with his sword.

The target was Han Ibi’s hand holding his leg.

It was literally a move where he was prepared to cut off his own feet.

I never thought I would do this.

So even Han Yi Fe of the world was shocked and ended up letting go of his ankle.

Isn’t it impossible to lose an arm?

As soon as he escapes from his grasp, Ok Tae-je rolls over and jumps to his feet.

He was literally covered in blood all over his body.

His handsome face… and his arrogant spirit, like that of an emperor…

were no longer visible.

Tiri-Ling

[The duration of Hongmong Great Law is 2 minutes left.]

Han Yi-bi said with a strange expression and a smile.

“I really have to admit your guts.”

Emperor Okta aimed his sword while panting.

“This… such a crazy guy.”

After taking a moment to catch his breath, he used the Cheonseong Palace’s Mucheon Sword Technique’s Heungunseong (鐄隕星) herbivorous move towards Han Ibi.

This is an herbal diet created by the Sixth Lord Cheonseong after seeing a bunch of shooting stars falling in the middle of the night.

It was based on a barrage of rapid swords that rained down so fiercely that it was impossible to defend with bare hands.

Ok Tae-je sensed that this was his last chance.

Squeezing out all his remaining strength, he slashed at Han Ibi with a herbivore attack.

A feast of shooting stars falling towards the body.

It was truly a dazzling and amazing magic.

This could be said to be a turning blow that could be dealt to Han Ibi, who currently does not have a weapon.

To make matters worse, Hong Mong Dabeop’s limit time was getting closer and closer.

[There is one minute left in the duration of Hongmong Great Law.]

Emperor Ok Tae shouted, struggling with bloodshot eyes.

“die! “You bastard!”

But…

it was Han Yi-bi who was quietly watching Ok Tae-je…

Jong Ri-hyuk, who judged the situation to be unusual, shouted loudly.

“be careful!”

It was then.

Han E-bi seems to be shining brightly with a pale golden light for a moment.

Instead of defending herself, Han Ibi even closed her eyes.

Seol Mok-deuk also spoke in confusion.

“Avoid. Zhongli Xiaoxiao! “The unseong ceremony of the Mucheon Sword Technique is the vision of the Cheonseonggung Palace!”

The moment when vicious meteors rush towards you like wild beasts, paying no heed to the friction of the atmosphere.

Han Ibi opened her eyes and said.

“Blue liquor!”

At the same time, the glowing energy around the body transformed into a deep golden color…

boom!

The powerful power of the compressed bet was carried by the golden energy and poured out towards Emperor Oktae.

Crunch, crunch.

Unable to withstand the explosive power, Emperor Oktae’s body deformed and broke apart.

“Ugh! Ouch! help me!”

Arms, legs, waist…

and finally deep silence.

The vertebrae in Emperor Okta’s neck were also broken.

dump.

His body fell heavily to the dirt floor.

‘Release Hongmong’s Great Law!’

Ebi Han said.

“Blue liquor. “This is really cool technology!”

Seol Mok-deuk, who knew that blue magic was a skill of the Lord Cheonseong, could not help but be even more surprised.

“How… Jongli Sohyeop uses blue wine…”

At that time, the energy of Hongmong Dafa was flowing out like a tide and Han Yi-bi said, whose appearance was rapidly recovering.

“There is a way. But Seol Daehyeop.”

“yes. “Please tell me.”

“Where have all the other disciples gone?”

Seol Mok-deuk shook his head and said.

“The rest all ran away while Zhongli Xiaoxiao fought with Emperor Wu.”

“okay. Seol Daehyeop.”

“Please speak.”

“I have a favor to ask.”

Seol Mok-deuk bowed his head deeply and said.

“I don’t mind asking you a favor. Silver ball. How many times have you saved my life? “Go ahead and tell me.”

Han Ibi said in a low voice.

“I’m so… so tired. This is what happens when you use too much force. “Maybe I’ll fall asleep before long.”

“Of course you need to rest. Now that Emperor Ok is dead, there is no one in Heavenly Palace that can stand against us.”

“Good, good.”

Han Ibi took a deep breath and lay down on the floor, supported by Seol Mok-deuk.

It was a long, long, long night.

* * *

After quite some time, Han Ibi opened her eyes.

He was dazed for a moment, but then he realized that he was being carried in a cart.

He raised his head slightly.

However, the back of the person pulling the cart is quite slim.

Jong Ri-hyuk must have lost a lot of weight after being locked up for a long time.

Anyway, I was still very tired. I just wanted to rest.

He closed his eyes again.

Han E-bi heads back to the quiet world of dreams.

The next time he opened his eyes…

the face of an unfamiliar woman was greeting him.

No wait.

Does this seem familiar?

(Continued in the next part)