"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 17 - Take good care of my brothers
In an instant, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
At first glance, I felt a deep life in the eyes of the other party.
' That's right.'
The Bakdo of Yeonjeokha escaped from his scabbard.
Although he came out one beat later than Hwang Yo-myeong, Yeon Jeok-ha's sword was faster.
Zeng.
With the sound of cracking ice, Hwang Yo-myeong's bakdo was cut in the middle.
Hwang Yo-myeong looked at Yeonjeok-ha with blank eyes.
He obviously wielded the Bakdo to the end, but why is Yeonjeokha standing still?
"Omg!"
Hwang Yo-myung, who belatedly confirmed his shortened pace, stepped back.
“Hey, let’s stop. I lost.”
Along with the horse, Hwang Yo-myung hurriedly threw away his sword, fearing that Yeon Jeok-ha would kill him.
Yeonjeokha muttered, looking at Hwang Yomyeong like that.
"Uncle, you're patient."
“… … ?”
Hwang Yo-myeong tilted her head, not knowing what she was talking about, but turned her gaze to Sim Yang-gak and Mu-yeong Sin-tu Baek Gyo, whom she considered to be on the same side.
Shen Yang-gak pointed at his left arm with a strange face.
Hwang Yo-myeong inadvertently turned her gaze to her left arm.
"Ahh!"
His elbow was cut in half and was dangling.
Hwang Yo-myeong grabbed his half-cut left arm with his right hand and ran frantically down the mountain. It seems that he is going to visit a nearby Haga village clinic.
After a while, people's eyes turned to Shenyanggak and Baekgyo.
In fact, there were no thieves who didn't know that those two had done this.
The gazes of Shenyang gak and Baek kyo intertwined.
The two were having a final battle of nerves over who would go first.
In fact, Shenyang gak and Baek kyo were a little intimidated by the Yeonjeokha technique they had just shown.
It is clear that the serial archer only moved the Bakdo once from the bottom to the top.
The two also saw Yeon jeok-ha's sword cut Bakdo.
The problem is that they don't even know why Hwang Yo-myeong's elbow was cut off.
Shenyang gak frowned.
Could it be that he poured two energies into one blade?
To do so, you must reach a level where you can handle pottery freely.
However, that was impossible even for himself, who ate more than a day suddenly.
‘That kid has reached that level? No way.'
Wouldn't the elders of Chilpaimun know?
A young thief in Obongsan is on the verge of pottery? the dogs will laugh.
In the end, it was said that he used a method he didn't know about, but that was uncomfortable.
'If you're a master at the level of martial arts, you'll be able to make your opponent reveal his bottom line... ….’
Simyanggak hoped that Baekkyo would come forward first.
But Baek Kyo did not budge.
They were are not fools. He was worn out in the river and had no desire to fight for Shenyang Pavilion.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching the two old Madou's wits fight, spoke plainly.
“I guess it’s difficult to set the order. Shall I choose?”
Shen Yang-gak, who was worried, nodded his head.
It's because I don't want to lose my strength with Baek Kyo before fighting Yeon Jeok Ha.
Baek Gyo, realizing Shen Yang-gak’s intentions, replied with a hearty laugh.
“Heh heh heh! Brother Yeon, let's do it. In fact, the two of us are difficult to distinguish between superiority and inferiority... … .”
Yeonjeokha cut off Baekkyo's words.
“It’s done. come out of you.”
An awkward smile appeared on the chosen Baek Gyo's face.
I blame myself for saying, “I think I caught your eye because I was talking too long when I should have just nodded like Shim Yang-gak.”
However, Baek Gyo quickly shook off his thoughts and walked in front of Yeon Jeok Ha.
“Hehe, we’re all bandits, so let’s try not to get hurt.”
I swear, Baek Kyo has never said such a thing since I was born.
In fact, if it wasn't for Shen Yang-gak next to him, he might have bowed his head moderately and withdrew. He didn't want to risk losing a limb because of his rank.
“I want to do it as much as possible, but I’m not used to using a sword, so I’m not confident. And I never fought until he climbed the mountain.”
Baek Gyo rolled his eyes incessantly.
You can tell by feeling that Yeon jeok-ha has little fighting experience.
That young fellow seems a little far from being evil or venomous. By nature, bad guys have shady eyes, regardless of age or age.
On the other hand, Yeon jeok-ha's eyes are clear enough to believe that he is a swordsman of a political faction. Aside from his cheeky tone, I would believe that young fellow is a son of a famous family.
“Hum, hum, so he won't use the sword himself. Knives are too dangerous.”
Baek gyo then pulled out a black steel wire from his waist.
Sim Yang-gak, who was listening to Baek Kyo from a distance, shook his head excitedly.
'He's like a shameless old man.'
Baek-gyo is famous as a thief, like the nickname Mu-yeong-sin-too.
Another nickname of Baegyo is Prince Yang (梁上君子). It was named because he used Seopseon as his main weapon like the Confucius from Yangga's house. However, his steel line was dangerous enough to cut down even a giant tree.
'I'm going to take advantage of that young bastard's mediocre experience so that he won't be able to use a sword, right?'
just as expected?
When Baek gyo, who was in fight with him, raised a black line, he threw Bakdo back.
A mischievous smile crept across Baek Gyo's lips.
Soon after, Baek Gyo opened a steel line and approached Yeon Jeok Ha.
shhh. shhhh.
A grotesque rupture sounded every time the steel wire moved.
When the light balloon method, the festival of Baegyo, was unfolded, the surroundings of Yeonjeokha were filled with sunyoung (扇影).
A few of them landed on his face.
He hurriedly slammed the fan flying into his face with the palm of his hand.
puck.
For the first time, Yeon jeok-ha frowned.
The tingling in my palms felt like being hit by an iron club.
If it hadn't been for the energy of the Gucheongi that dwelled in his body, his bones might have been broken.
'It's not an ordinary debt.'
I feel like I've been fooled too late.
Baek gyo's straight eyes seem to be laughing at him.
'What! The old man earns a hawk. Let's see who's stronger!'
He gathered a lot of Gucheongi in his two fists.
And he began to blow the fan that grew up around him.
bang. bang. bang. bang. bang.
Every time his fist touched the steel fan, there was the sound of metal clashing with iron.
Baek Gyo couldn't come to his senses.
It seemed like everything was over when he pushed the enemy with his bare hands.
When Yeonjeokha hit the fan with the enemy's air force, it was regarded as a last resort.
It's like striking a sword with your bare hands.
He clearly thought so, and eagerly confronted the enemy's fist with the conviction that he would win.
But somehow, he was injured, not his opponent, but himself.
At some point, the feeling in his wrists disappeared.
His steel fan and his own body are almost in one piece. The impact of the steel fan primarily hurt my wrist, and now I've been living with it until I'm going to go to the middle of the day.
‘Stop hitting him! I'm going to die if I do this!'
Baek Gyo gritted his teeth and endured.
He prayed that his fists would break before his own body.
But the sky did not hear his prayer.
'Oops!'
Something fishy rose up in his throat.
In an instant, Baek Kyo knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
The light balloon method, which should have been endlessly connected, suddenly broke off.
In the end, the moment he retrieved the fan he had been holding out in front of his face, Baek-gyo hesitated for a moment. It felt as if the power had slipped from his grip and the fan was about to spill.
Then his eyes flashed.
Boom.
With a steel fan attached to his face, Bai Qiao's body flew backwards.
Iron flip.
The bandits on the left rushed over and took off the white bridge.
The place where Baek Kyo's head had been placed was covered with blood.
Seeing Baegyo's face crushed among the people, Sim Yang-gak was lightly fed up.
'The young guy is cruel.'
No matter how bandit you are, how could you smash the face of an old man who eats a pot of rice like that?
Baek Kyo, as well as himself, were deceived by his innocent appearance.
'Hey, where are the good guys on this floor?'
The opponent was not a lucky fledgling, but a green master.
Unlike Hwang Yo-myeong, who is only at the county level (prefecture level), he and Baek Gyo are provincial (gender level) masters, but the end of that young man's inaction was unknown.
‘To beat Muyoungshintu and Baekkyo in ten seconds… ….’
In fact, it was only once that Yeonjeokha directly attacked.
In that one blow, the Baek gyo collapsed.
If he had a lot of experience, he wouldn't have hit the fan nine times.
Shen Yang-gak knew that he was no match for Yeon Je-ha.
He himself is on par with Baekkyo or only about half a degree higher.
‘If I were to fight Baek kyo, I would have to grapple for about 100 seconds before a decision would be made… … .’
That slender-looking serial enemy was smashed in ten seconds.
He said that he learned sword skills, and even the opponent's powers are terrifying.
Shen Yang-gak, who had strong bones in Kang-ho, could vaguely know his secret about the strength of Yeon-jeok-ha.
'Sir. Now that I see him, he's an expert in his inner workings.'
Without that, you can't destroy Baekkyo in one shot.
It is not possible by chance or luck.
His mouth was dry.
'Why is a guy like that in Obongsan?'
'No, is that possible at just that age?'
'That's not the problem. Now what?'
It was at this time that Simyang gak was struggling with the issue of dealing with the enemy shipyard for a long time.
Yeon Jeok-ha picked up the Bakdo lying on the floor and approached Shen Yang-gak while holding it over his shoulder.
“Are you going to use a sword?”
Surprised, Shen Yang waved his hand away.
“No, no. He has changed his mind. I have no intention of doing a dance with Brother Yeon.”
“No?”
"Exactly. Originally, Baek gyo and my martial arts are so similar that it is difficult to distinguish between superiority and inferiority. Since Baek gyo lost, he doesn't have to fight to know. I will not challenge you.”
Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Baek-gyo, who had fallen unconscious with a sullen face.
'Let's end it like this?'
Even until morning, I was annoyed, but when the opponent bowed down and came out, it withered away.
Looking at Poong Yeoncho and Tak Gom yeong, he is nodding his head as if saying, “It’s enough.”
The matchless katabuta wordlessly tapped the soles of his feet with a sword.
This is his habit when he thinks deeply about something.
Twenty or so bandits only looked at the soles of the couple's feet with nervous eyes. Although he is the youngest, it is only natural that no one can tell him what to do.
Finally, the mouth of the younger brother opened
“The old man.”
Shen Yang-gak was blinded by the unfamiliar words.
It's because it's the first time I've heard of it to the point that I forget the fact that it refers to myself.
"There is no answer? Are we just going to fight?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha glared at him, Sim Yang-gak only then realized that “old man” was a word referring to him.
“That, no.”
"No? Wasn’t the one who lost the younger brother?”
“Ah, yes. no."
Her pride was hurt, but Shen Yang-gak held it in.
After all, this floor is not a place where people are treated by force rather than by age.
“Take good care of my brothers. If you hear another sound, I won't forgive you. OK?”
When Jondae and Hadae were mixed up, Shen Yang-gak felt strangely bad.
'It's like a bastard like that. Either speak plainly or show respect.'
Doesn’t this sound like teasing people saying, ‘I’m older than you, but since I’m older, I’m going to speak rudely’.
"There is no answer?"
“Yes, I will take care of you.”
Shen Yang-gak closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head.
His teeth gnash when he thinks of the humiliation he receives in front of the other bandits, but he has to put up with it for now.
"Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus
Chapter 17 - Take good care of my brothers
In an instant, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
At first glance, I felt a deep life in the eyes of the other party.
' That's right.'
The Bakdo of Yeonjeokha escaped from his scabbard.
Although he came out one beat later than Hwang Yo-myeong, Yeon Jeok-ha's sword was faster.
Zeng.
With the sound of cracking ice, Hwang Yo-myeong's bakdo was cut in the middle.
Hwang Yo-myeong looked at Yeonjeok-ha with blank eyes.
He obviously wielded the Bakdo to the end, but why is Yeonjeokha standing still?
"Omg!"
Hwang Yo-myung, who belatedly confirmed his shortened pace, stepped back.
“Hey, let’s stop. I lost.”
Along with the horse, Hwang Yo-myung hurriedly threw away his sword, fearing that Yeon Jeok-ha would kill him.
Yeonjeokha muttered, looking at Hwang Yomyeong like that.
"Uncle, you're patient."
“… … ?”
Hwang Yo-myeong tilted her head, not knowing what she was talking about, but turned her gaze to Sim Yang-gak and Mu-yeong Sin-tu Baek Gyo, whom she considered to be on the same side.
Shen Yang-gak pointed at his left arm with a strange face.
Hwang Yo-myeong inadvertently turned her gaze to her left arm.
"Ahh!"
His elbow was cut in half and was dangling.
Hwang Yo-myeong grabbed his half-cut left arm with his right hand and ran frantically down the mountain. It seems that he is going to visit a nearby Haga village clinic.
After a while, people's eyes turned to Shenyanggak and Baekgyo.
In fact, there were no thieves who didn't know that those two had done this.
The gazes of Shenyang gak and Baek kyo intertwined.
The two were having a final battle of nerves over who would go first.
In fact, Shenyang gak and Baek kyo were a little intimidated by the Yeonjeokha technique they had just shown.
It is clear that the serial archer only moved the Bakdo once from the bottom to the top.
The two also saw Yeon jeok-ha's sword cut Bakdo.
The problem is that they don't even know why Hwang Yo-myeong's elbow was cut off.
Shenyang gak frowned.
Could it be that he poured two energies into one blade?
To do so, you must reach a level where you can handle pottery freely.
However, that was impossible even for himself, who ate more than a day suddenly.
‘That kid has reached that level? No way.'
Wouldn't the elders of Chilpaimun know?
A young thief in Obongsan is on the verge of pottery? the dogs will laugh.
In the end, it was said that he used a method he didn't know about, but that was uncomfortable.
'If you're a master at the level of martial arts, you'll be able to make your opponent reveal his bottom line... ….’
Simyanggak hoped that Baekkyo would come forward first.
But Baek Kyo did not budge.
They were are not fools. He was worn out in the river and had no desire to fight for Shenyang Pavilion.
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was watching the two old Madou's wits fight, spoke plainly.
“I guess it’s difficult to set the order. Shall I choose?”
Shen Yang-gak, who was worried, nodded his head.
It's because I don't want to lose my strength with Baek Kyo before fighting Yeon Jeok Ha.
Baek Gyo, realizing Shen Yang-gak’s intentions, replied with a hearty laugh.
“Heh heh heh! Brother Yeon, let's do it. In fact, the two of us are difficult to distinguish between superiority and inferiority... … .”
Yeonjeokha cut off Baekkyo's words.
“It’s done. come out of you.”
An awkward smile appeared on the chosen Baek Gyo's face.
I blame myself for saying, “I think I caught your eye because I was talking too long when I should have just nodded like Shim Yang-gak.”
However, Baek Gyo quickly shook off his thoughts and walked in front of Yeon Jeok Ha.
“Hehe, we’re all bandits, so let’s try not to get hurt.”
I swear, Baek Kyo has never said such a thing since I was born.
In fact, if it wasn't for Shen Yang-gak next to him, he might have bowed his head moderately and withdrew. He didn't want to risk losing a limb because of his rank.
“I want to do it as much as possible, but I’m not used to using a sword, so I’m not confident. And I never fought until he climbed the mountain.”
Baek Gyo rolled his eyes incessantly.
You can tell by feeling that Yeon jeok-ha has little fighting experience.
That young fellow seems a little far from being evil or venomous. By nature, bad guys have shady eyes, regardless of age or age.
On the other hand, Yeon jeok-ha's eyes are clear enough to believe that he is a swordsman of a political faction. Aside from his cheeky tone, I would believe that young fellow is a son of a famous family.
“Hum, hum, so he won't use the sword himself. Knives are too dangerous.”
Baek gyo then pulled out a black steel wire from his waist.
Sim Yang-gak, who was listening to Baek Kyo from a distance, shook his head excitedly.
'He's like a shameless old man.'
Baek-gyo is famous as a thief, like the nickname Mu-yeong-sin-too.
Another nickname of Baegyo is Prince Yang (梁上君子). It was named because he used Seopseon as his main weapon like the Confucius from Yangga's house. However, his steel line was dangerous enough to cut down even a giant tree.
'I'm going to take advantage of that young bastard's mediocre experience so that he won't be able to use a sword, right?'
just as expected?
When Baek gyo, who was in fight with him, raised a black line, he threw Bakdo back.
A mischievous smile crept across Baek Gyo's lips.
Soon after, Baek Gyo opened a steel line and approached Yeon Jeok Ha.
shhh. shhhh.
A grotesque rupture sounded every time the steel wire moved.
When the light balloon method, the festival of Baegyo, was unfolded, the surroundings of Yeonjeokha were filled with sunyoung (扇影).
A few of them landed on his face.
He hurriedly slammed the fan flying into his face with the palm of his hand.
puck.
For the first time, Yeon jeok-ha frowned.
The tingling in my palms felt like being hit by an iron club.
If it hadn't been for the energy of the Gucheongi that dwelled in his body, his bones might have been broken.
'It's not an ordinary debt.'
I feel like I've been fooled too late.
Baek gyo's straight eyes seem to be laughing at him.
'What! The old man earns a hawk. Let's see who's stronger!'
He gathered a lot of Gucheongi in his two fists.
And he began to blow the fan that grew up around him.
bang. bang. bang. bang. bang.
Every time his fist touched the steel fan, there was the sound of metal clashing with iron.
Baek Gyo couldn't come to his senses.
It seemed like everything was over when he pushed the enemy with his bare hands.
When Yeonjeokha hit the fan with the enemy's air force, it was regarded as a last resort.
It's like striking a sword with your bare hands.
He clearly thought so, and eagerly confronted the enemy's fist with the conviction that he would win.
But somehow, he was injured, not his opponent, but himself.
At some point, the feeling in his wrists disappeared.
His steel fan and his own body are almost in one piece. The impact of the steel fan primarily hurt my wrist, and now I've been living with it until I'm going to go to the middle of the day.
‘Stop hitting him! I'm going to die if I do this!'
Baek Gyo gritted his teeth and endured.
He prayed that his fists would break before his own body.
But the sky did not hear his prayer.
'Oops!'
Something fishy rose up in his throat.
In an instant, Baek Kyo knew that he had suffered serious internal injuries.
The light balloon method, which should have been endlessly connected, suddenly broke off.
In the end, the moment he retrieved the fan he had been holding out in front of his face, Baek-gyo hesitated for a moment. It felt as if the power had slipped from his grip and the fan was about to spill.
Then his eyes flashed.
Boom.
With a steel fan attached to his face, Bai Qiao's body flew backwards.
Iron flip.
The bandits on the left rushed over and took off the white bridge.
The place where Baek Kyo's head had been placed was covered with blood.
Seeing Baegyo's face crushed among the people, Sim Yang-gak was lightly fed up.
'The young guy is cruel.'
No matter how bandit you are, how could you smash the face of an old man who eats a pot of rice like that?
Baek Kyo, as well as himself, were deceived by his innocent appearance.
'Hey, where are the good guys on this floor?'
The opponent was not a lucky fledgling, but a green master.
Unlike Hwang Yo-myeong, who is only at the county level (prefecture level), he and Baek Gyo are provincial (gender level) masters, but the end of that young man's inaction was unknown.
‘To beat Muyoungshintu and Baekkyo in ten seconds… ….’
In fact, it was only once that Yeonjeokha directly attacked.
In that one blow, the Baek gyo collapsed.
If he had a lot of experience, he wouldn't have hit the fan nine times.
Shen Yang-gak knew that he was no match for Yeon Je-ha.
He himself is on par with Baekkyo or only about half a degree higher.
‘If I were to fight Baek kyo, I would have to grapple for about 100 seconds before a decision would be made… … .’
That slender-looking serial enemy was smashed in ten seconds.
He said that he learned sword skills, and even the opponent's powers are terrifying.
Shen Yang-gak, who had strong bones in Kang-ho, could vaguely know his secret about the strength of Yeon-jeok-ha.
'Sir. Now that I see him, he's an expert in his inner workings.'
Without that, you can't destroy Baekkyo in one shot.
It is not possible by chance or luck.
His mouth was dry.
'Why is a guy like that in Obongsan?'
'No, is that possible at just that age?'
'That's not the problem. Now what?'
It was at this time that Simyang gak was struggling with the issue of dealing with the enemy shipyard for a long time.
Yeon Jeok-ha picked up the Bakdo lying on the floor and approached Shen Yang-gak while holding it over his shoulder.
“Are you going to use a sword?”
Surprised, Shen Yang waved his hand away.
“No, no. He has changed his mind. I have no intention of doing a dance with Brother Yeon.”
“No?”
"Exactly. Originally, Baek gyo and my martial arts are so similar that it is difficult to distinguish between superiority and inferiority. Since Baek gyo lost, he doesn't have to fight to know. I will not challenge you.”
Yeon Jeok-ha glanced at Baek-gyo, who had fallen unconscious with a sullen face.
'Let's end it like this?'
Even until morning, I was annoyed, but when the opponent bowed down and came out, it withered away.
Looking at Poong Yeoncho and Tak Gom yeong, he is nodding his head as if saying, “It’s enough.”
The matchless katabuta wordlessly tapped the soles of his feet with a sword.
This is his habit when he thinks deeply about something.
Twenty or so bandits only looked at the soles of the couple's feet with nervous eyes. Although he is the youngest, it is only natural that no one can tell him what to do.
Finally, the mouth of the younger brother opened
“The old man.”
Shen Yang-gak was blinded by the unfamiliar words.
It's because it's the first time I've heard of it to the point that I forget the fact that it refers to myself.
"There is no answer? Are we just going to fight?”
When Yeon Jeok-ha glared at him, Sim Yang-gak only then realized that “old man” was a word referring to him.
“That, no.”
"No? Wasn’t the one who lost the younger brother?”
“Ah, yes. no."
Her pride was hurt, but Shen Yang-gak held it in.
After all, this floor is not a place where people are treated by force rather than by age.
“Take good care of my brothers. If you hear another sound, I won't forgive you. OK?”
When Jondae and Hadae were mixed up, Shen Yang-gak felt strangely bad.
'It's like a bastard like that. Either speak plainly or show respect.'
Doesn’t this sound like teasing people saying, ‘I’m older than you, but since I’m older, I’m going to speak rudely’.
"There is no answer?"
“Yes, I will take care of you.”
Shen Yang-gak closed his eyes tightly and lowered his head.
His teeth gnash when he thinks of the humiliation he receives in front of the other bandits, but he has to put up with it for now.
