Possessing a Murim Clan’s Youngest Son Chapter 218

Episode 218. Villain’s Talent

: “Huh?”

Kwak Nam-geon made a sound without realizing it.

I tried to deliver a crushing blow with an iron sledgehammer, but…

it was as if it was buried in wool…

or rather, as if I had pierced the air with a cotton ball, so I could not inflict any impact.

Kwak Nam-geon said.

“What on earth did you do? “It’s a lot better than it looks.”

Ebi Han said.

“You’re exaggerating.”

However, as soon as Kwak Nam-geon finished speaking, he suddenly twisted the iron gun and took a picture.

Han Ibi, who had never imagined it would be this lethal, quickly countered Cheol Gon with a deadly attack, but….

Sigh!

With a tremendous sound, my entire body was thrown into the air.

“Shit.”

But there was no time to complain.

This is because Kwak Nam-geon instantly stepped on the hatch and jumped up, hitting Han I-bi’s waist while she was in the air.

Han Ibi, whose shock had not yet subsided, almost took the terrifying iron gun with her entire body, but…

Kang!

At the last minute, I managed to bring in the flash sword.

However, Han Ibi felt the shock to her whole body.

His body fell to the ground at great speed like a meteorite…

Quang.

It made a loud noise and left a deep puddle on the floor.

It was a shock that felt like every bone in my body was broken.

“Oh my, it hurts.”

Han Ibi was rubbing her buttocks, but with all her might, she stood up quickly and faced off again.

This is because it seemed like they would rush in if there was an opening.

Han Ibi muttered.

“It’s not easy to be a villain either. You have to be talented. Talent… such a treacherous trick.”

Kwak Nam-geon said while smiling evilly.

“A wild beast will do its best even for easy prey.”

Han Ibi also said with a smile.

“Even an earthworm will squirm if you step on it. But… is this really what stagnant water is doing to new recruits?”

“It’s okay. Tsk tsk tsk. “You too will be forced to quit soon.”

Then Han Ibi asked with a serious expression.

“Hmm. “Is that… similar to dying?”

“Well… I don’t know either, so try dying first and then tell me!”

Kwak Nam-geon held the iron pole with both hands as if he was chopping firewood and cut it down from top to bottom.

This is a situation where my head will explode without any remorse.

Cheolgon mercilessly split Han Ibi’s skull with his massive body.

No, I thought it was split, but

in an instant, Han Ibi’s image became blurred and an afterimage was left behind with a ‘pop’ sound.

Cheonseonggung Cheonjuryun.

Kwak Nam-geon twisted Cheol-gon backwards and stabbed him without even thinking that he might have come around to his rear.

But….

‘Huh? what?’

Kwak Nam-geon was embarrassed.

Cheolgon just poked at the empty spot.

Surprisingly, Han Ibi is not behind her…

but is looking at her from a distance.

Han Ibi sighed and said, ‘Whew,’ as if she had endured it for ten years.

“Enough is enough. Confirmed. As usual, I can’t compete with you.”

Kwak Nam-geon said while taking shaky steps towards him.

“So… are you planning to run away now?”

“Hey… I locked the door a little while ago, so where are you going to run away? But now that I think about it, I kind of regret it.”

Kwak Nam-geon said.

“Anyway, it’s over now. I had a great time meeting you. Get out now. “Please use your gift wisely.”

At that time, Han Ibi raised one hand and spoke with a serious expression.

“Wait!”

Kwak Nam-geon looks at me with a puzzled look.

Han Ibi spoke to him in a low voice.

“Do you have any water?”

Kwak Nam-geon responded with an expression of bewilderment.

“water?”

“yes. Water. Drinking water. Hey… I guess you don’t have any since you asked so long. That’s Okay. it’s okay. “I’ll take care of it.”

Then, Han Ibi put her hand into her arms.

Kwak Nam-geon stood guard for a moment, stretched out his iron gun, and took a defensive stance.

But…

what jumped out in his arms was not a poison, a poison, or an explosive.

Just a dark… round object.

Kwak Nam-geon said.

“What… are you doing?”

At that moment, Han Ibi lifted her palm and popped the round object into her mouth.

And then…

“Ugh!”

Han Ibi freaks out as if she ate something inedible.

“That’s why I said I hate taking medicine… That’s why I asked to borrow some water.”

Kwak Nam-geon is even more embarrassed.

It really looked like he was dealing with a madman.

It was then.

Han Ibi was once again in pain, clutching the area around her danjeon with both hands.

“Oh my. This is really… dirtier…”

Cold sweat suddenly started pouring down from Han Ibi’s face.

“…sick. It hurts! Shit.”

That moment.

“Woooooooo!”

Han Ibi roars fiercely as if she were a tiger.

The force was so ferocious that even a wild beast would give in to its attack… but

to Kwak Nam-geon, who did not understand the situation, it was just absurd.

“What the hell… what? Are you committing suicide?”

After hearing those words, Han Yi-bi looks at Kwak Nam-geon.

But…

his eyes were all red.

When I looked closely, I saw that all the veins had burst.

It was clear that he was forced to endure tremendous pressure from his body.

Only then did Kwak Nam-geon’s expression change and he opened his mouth.

“Maradan (魔羅丹)?”

Han Ibi grinned.

“The correct name is Hwanbudan (煥部丹). Mr. Gu’s grandfather taught it to him… Of course, he doesn’t even know that he taught it to him.”

The voice became even deeper.

Moreover…

his body felt bigger, as if it had grown by almost half its size.

All of this is because the muscles are instantly strengthened.

When Han Ibi shook her body once, the blue tendons on her strong muscles wriggled as if they were about to burst at any moment.

Han Ibi muttered.

“Ah… Muscle men aren’t really my type.”

He suddenly stared at Kwak Nam-geon with red eyes and continued speaking.

“It’s not as good as usual, but… it’s pretty great. “I’m satisfied with this.”

Kwak Nam-geon frowned and said.

“Maradan… must have been put into action in the western region a long time ago…”

“If that’s the case, I’ll keep a good record of it. “I have no intention of giving it to anyone.”

Then, Han Ibi turned her neck once and spoke while making a ‘tud-duk-duk’ sound.

“Then shall we start again?”

Kwak Nam-geon responded with a snort.

“joy. “It looks like you know that if you draw a line on a pumpkin, it will turn into a watermelon.”

Han Ibi said with a smile.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Very good. This analogy. “I missed something like this.”

Then suddenly his figure became blurry.

As things turned out like this, Kwak Nam-geon couldn’t do anything rashly.

Although they are not part of the official 108 skills, there were definitely rare skills and items with great functions.

‘Maradan’ also had that possibility.

He was focusing heavily on defense, preparing for Han Yi-bi, who had activated Cheonseonggung’s Heavenly Juryun, to suddenly jump out in front of his eyes.

It was then.

Surprisingly, Han Ibi appeared…

right behind Sim Wook-an, who was fighting to the death with the downhill skiers.

As if that wasn’t enough, Han Yi-bi threw away her sword and used Nampa Cheontu’s Hunapgin Chosik to break Sim Wook-an’s arm and lift it into the air.

“what! “What is this!”

Shim Wook-an was simply stamping his feet in protest at such a sudden action, but

the power that Han Ibi was holding was so enormous that it was impossible to imagine that it was a human power.

Kwak Nam-geon, who missed it.

He quickly stepped on the crosswalk and turned towards this direction.

At that time, Han Ibi shouted.

“Samhwagui!”

Kwak Nam-geon said in surprise.

“no!”

“Wigon (圍困)!”

Then, the Three Haunted Ghosts rushed towards me like a pack of wolves.

The transformation into ginger poetry is accompanied by an intense thirst for flesh and blood.

So…

an indescribably cruel scene unfolded before Han Ibi’s eyes.

Red blood splashing like a fountain.

Han Ibi, who felt it was pointless to hold her arm now, let it go and said.

“Oh my. I’m sorry. “I’m embarrassed, but I also…”

Han Ibi continued as she watched Kwak Nam-geon rushing towards her.

“…I guess I have quite the talent for being a villain.”

At that moment, Kwak Nam-geon’s iron gun poured towards Han E-bi.

However, even with her seemingly dull muscles, Han Ibi nimbly dodged a somersault to avoid it, rolled around one more time, and picked up the sword that had been thrown away.

He muttered as if he was impressed.

“Kya! Could you say it is a combination of strength and flexibility? “It’s a different kind of fun with Hongmong.”

At that time, Kwak Nam-geon quickly approached the lateral beam again and swept up the iron gun.

However…

his method of attack was quite strange…

it was as if he was drawing a picture in the air.

At that time, Han Ibi shouted and spoke as if she understood.

“Judge Gwan-pil’s break from school! Looking at it….”

Han Yi-bi continued speaking while avoiding the iron gun by folding her upper body backwards to 180 degrees.

“…It looks like they preyed on players who were synchronized with the Mangahoe (萬學會). And that…”

But Han Ibi couldn’t say any more.

Although Han Yi-bi was well-versed in cooking, Cheol-gon’s strokes changed rapidly and showed an irregular and quick side.

Steel balls falling down wildly.

It resembled a thunderbolt, Han Ibi’s specialty, and that’s because…

Kwak Nam-geon randomly drew the thundering character Byeong (䨻), one of the letters with the largest number of strokes, using the calligraphy method, which is a martial art at Manhak University. Because it was being paid.

It was then.

puck!

There was a loud sound, and Cheol-gon ended up hitting Han I-bi’s ‘Jeongchokhyeol’.

A technology that literally paralyzes people in an instant.

Han Ibi said, unable to move.

“Manhakhoe’s specialty is calligraphy and divination. “I learned from the salt society by looking over my shoulder.”

Kwak Nam-geon laughed and said.

“You keep your mouth fluttering until the moment you die….”

“I understand. “I’ll shut up.”

“joy. but. Don’t even dream that you can die easily. “For the sake of Sim Wook-an, who died unexpectedly… I must…”

Kwak Nam-geon said with somewhat bloodshot eyes.

“…Because I will bring you pain worse than death.”

Ebi Han said.

“Oh my. “Be scared.”

However…

another process was already going on in his body…

it was another technique possessed by Hongmong Dabeop, which was inherent in Han Yi-bi’s body.

Tiriring.

[Self-disintegration technique, a sub-skill of Hongmong Dabeop, has been activated.]

[In order to self-disintegration, the wall must be destroyed through execution.]

Of course, it was not an easy task.

In the past, even when Gu Cheon-se was attacked by fortune-telling, it was resolved with difficulty.

However….

Han Ibi’s body is now in a situation where physical activation has been achieved through ‘Hwanbudan’.

That meant my metabolism was extremely active.

And it soon….

Tiriring.

[I was freed from acupuncture points through self-dissolution techniques.]

[Now I am free from restraints and can move my body freely.]

That’s right.

In the short moment of exchanging nonsense with Kwak Nam-geon, the paralysis about Daehyeol had already been resolved.

In any case, Kwak Nam-geon, who did not know this, was steadily proceeding with his plan.

A promise to inflict pain worse than death.

As if to prove that these were not empty words, he took out a dagger from within his arms and attempted to cut the wrist of Han Ibi, who was lying down.

It was then.

chin!

Han Yi-bi’s left hand suddenly grabbed hold of Kwak Nam-geon’s right wrist, who was holding the sword.

Kwak Nam-geon is shocked.

But…

chin!

The sound was heard again.

Han Ibi even grabbed his left arm with her right hand.

Ebi Han said.

“I really hate things like showing off one’s strength. It’s terrible. “I’m not a primitive person…”

And with that, he began to increase his strength to its maximum.

Two people’s forearms trembling.