The World’s Greatest Martial Arts Instructor - Chapter 327

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Chapter 327. I’ll Go

 

 

The faces of the two men darkened rapidly.

What business did that man have with Ice Heaven Palace?

Was he close enough to Han Seol-bing to come help her?

They knew he was from the same Hocheon Corps.

But just for that reason, he came alone all the way to the North Sea to help her?

Both wore expressions of complete disbelief.

Han Seol-bing had also single-handedly annihilated Tak Ga Han-pung-dae.

But if it was Ha Mu-baek?

Tak Yo-beom nodded with a dark expression.

If it really was Ha Mu-baek, there was no way they could handle him by deploying troops bit by bit like this.

As Yang Jeok-san said, they needed to sweep through with an overwhelming force.

However.

With him holed up inside the formation like that, they couldn’t use that method.

“We need to make them come out of the formation.”

Yang Jeok-san spoke as if it were obvious.

“No, they’ll have to come out anyway. The food and supplies they have are limited.”

A fact they had momentarily forgotten since starting the assault.

Tak Yo-beom nodded.

No matter how great Ha Mu-baek was, so what?

If he couldn’t eat, he would eventually die.

So he would have no choice but to rush out of the camp, and then they would face him with overwhelming forces.

Tak Yo-beom nodded.

It was a reasonable strategy.

Then now they needed to conserve their forces as much as possible and starve them out.

“Tell Pung Geon to retreat for now.”

Yang Jeok-san went outside to relay Tak Yo-beom’s order.

Tak Yo-beom looked at the fluttering entrance of the barracks with complicated eyes.

“Must I use even that…?”

It was a murmur full of anguish.

He had no choice.

That was his secret weapon prepared for advancing into the Central Plains.

Tak Yo-beom’s gaze fell upon an ancient sword hanging on the wall.

When was it?

It was ten years ago.

Back when they were hotly debating whether to participate in the Murim War.

A mysterious sword of unknown origin that he had discovered by chance somewhere in the North Sea.

Tak Yo-beom had accidentally unlocked the sword’s secret.

It was from that moment.

That he harbored the ambition to become the Palace Lord of Ice Heaven Palace and advance into the Central Plains.

 

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Ha Mu-baek looked up at the hole in the sky as if bored, but there was no presence at all.

It seemed they had given up on infiltrating through there.

Ha Mu-baek glanced down below.

He was checking the location Na Hong-ryeon had mentioned.

Had she said a group of infiltrators would appear from that direction?

“I hope this time will be a bit more interesting.”

Ha Mu-baek leaped down and landed lightly.

The martial artists of the Han Family and Ice Family looked at Ha Mu-baek with awe and hesitantly stepped back.

‘Interesting.’

The place where that boy Im Jang-mu had worked on.

Even Ha Mu-baek could only sense the formation’s energy, but couldn’t tell what was weak or wrong with it.

That young child had instinctively sensed it and worked on it.

It was simply amazing.

 

Tak Pung-geon read the formation’s energy with all his might and examined the directions.

The vanished path of life.

However, they weren’t trapped in the gate of death yet.

How long had he been examining the formation like that?

A faint path of life caught Tak Pung-geon’s eye.

“This way!”

At his shout, his subordinates followed behind.

Since they had remained safe by following his lead until now, the subordinates’ trust was solid.

Han Seol-bing was sensing all of this with her senses.

A small smile appeared on her lips.

This was Tak Pung-geon who had troubled her until now.

He had properly attacked the vulnerable parts of the formation and entered.

But now it didn’t matter.

Ha Mu-baek was already guarding in front of that entrance.

The path of life that Tak Pung-geon had found now was something Han Seol-bing had intentionally shown him slightly.

So that he wouldn’t suspect.

In a similar form to the paths of life Tak Pung-geon had found until now.

Tak Pung-geon moved along the newly discovered path of life.

Since he had already progressed considerably, the path of life was becoming increasingly stronger.

‘This time I’ve found it properly.’

A triumphant expression appeared on Tak Pung-geon’s face.

Finally.

Han Seol-bing.

It was because he thought he had surpassed that woman.

The end was gradually coming into view.

Fierce energy tried to block his steps, but it was useless.

Since he was moving along the path of life, the influence it could have on Tak Pung-geon’s group was minimal.

How much further had they moved like that?

Tak Pung-geon stopped abruptly.

Then he fell into calculations, counting on his fingers and examining the surroundings.

Soon a deep smile appeared on his lips.

One step.

Just one more step and he would escape this damned formation.

“L-Lord!”

Just then.

An urgent voice came from behind.

A messenger who had urgently followed the path of life he had marked while breaking through the formation.

“Th-this is the Family Head’s order to return immediately.”

At those words, Tak Pung-geon couldn’t help but grimace fiercely.

How could he not?

Just one more step and he would break through the formation.

But now they’re telling him to return.

Retreat from here?

That was impossible.

“Just one more step and I’ll pass through the formation. I’ll continue forward, so tell the Family Head that.”

Insubordination.

It was an absurd thing to do, but.

With the achievement of breaking through the Ice Heaven Ten Thousand Forms Ten Thousand Shatter Formation right before his eyes, Tak Pung-geon couldn’t make a proper judgment.

“L-Lord. Th-that is…”

The messenger panicked and tried to deliver the following orders, but.

Tak Pung-geon’s steps were quick.

“Iron Wind Unit, Swift Wind Unit, everyone follow behind!”

Tak Pung-geon took that final step.

“Uh, uh, uhh…”

Leaving behind the flustered messenger who stretched his hand forward.

As he escaped the formation.

The unpleasant and gloomy Ice Mist disappeared.

The familiar sight of the Palace Lord’s Hall spread out before his eyes.

The moment Tak Pung-geon first broke free from the formation at the front.

Wooooong.

A heavy vibration rang out, and the formation changed.

Not only his subordinates, but even the messenger who had come looking for Tak Pung-geon was pushed by the formation’s change and stepped foot in the Palace Lord’s Hall.

“I-I broke through! Kahahaha!”

Tak Pung-geon burst into loud laughter as if the Han Family and Ice Family martial artists guarding around them were nowhere to be seen.

However.

The moment he noticed the messenger looking around with a bewildered face.

His expression twisted fiercely.

“Why did you follow me out?”

As he said this and looked back at the formation, he froze in place.

Surely if he had stepped on the path of life and broken through the formation, that path should remain.

But the formation was perfectly closed as if such a thing had never existed in the first place.

“H-how… then that vibration was…”

Tak Pung-geon had thought the vibration appeared because the formation was broken.

But it wasn’t.

It was a vibration that erased the path they had taken.

“Yawn. You’re here now? Come on in. I was getting bored waiting.”

A bored voice greeted them.

Tak Pung-geon’s head whipped around in that direction.

There, Ha Mu-baek was grinning as he looked at them.

Only then did the situation properly come into his view.

The Ice Family and Han Family martial artists spread out widely.

The blocked formation.

Rather, it was they who were surrounded.

“Wh-what is this…”

Tak Pung-geon was flustered.

“Will you guys come? Or should I go?”

Regardless.

Ha Mu-baek wiggled his finger toward them as he spoke.

The Swift Wind Unit raised their shields to block the front and took a defensive stance.

The Iron Wind Unit drew their swords.

Tak Pung-geon was still unable to escape his confusion.

“Then. I’m coming.”

At the same time, Ha Mu-baek kicked off the ground.

He didn’t even draw his sword.

Lightly swinging fists and feet.

Thwack! Thwack thwack thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Crack!

The shields shattered completely, and the martial artists were beaten down and sprawled on the ground.

Really just a moment.

In that brief time, everyone who had broken through the formation and entered had fallen.

Only Tak Pung-geon stood intact, trembling.

Ha Mu-baek looked at him with a pathetic expression.

“Tsk. Han Seol-bing sent Baek-a so urgently because of mere guys like this? This is disappointing…”

Thwack.

With those words and a lightly swung fist, Tak Pung-geon lost consciousness and collapsed.

Ha Mu-baek went back down underground.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

Han Seol-bing smiled brightly as she greeted Ha Mu-baek.

Beside her, Na Hong-ryeon was still there with a dazed expression.

“Too easy though? Because of mere guys like this?”

At Ha Mu-baek’s question, Han Seol-bing shook her head.

“The real ones are those outside the formation.”

“It was a mess though?”

At Ha Mu-baek’s response, Han Seol-bing couldn’t help but chuckle.

In all under heaven, only Ha Mu-baek could say such a thing.

“That’s by Dan-ju’s standards.”

“At your current level, it might take some time but it seems possible?”

“Then what about this formation?”

At the two people’s exchange, Na Hong-ryeon couldn’t come to her senses.

Only then did Ha Mu-baek nod.

This formation had to exist for Han Seol-bing to conduct guerrilla warfare against the martial artists outside.

However, if Han Seol-bing was the only one who could deploy this formation, then that was an impossible method.

Ha Mu-baek’s gaze turned to Im Jang-mu, who was still here.

“It’ll be different when that kid grows up a bit more.”

A smile formed on Han Seol-bing’s lips.

She never would have thought there was such a genius in the palace.

“Seeing that the movement of those infiltrating from the sky has stopped. They’ve probably changed tactics to starve us to death from outside.”

“If they confirmed Dan-ju’s martial prowess, that’s a natural choice.”

“What will you do?”

Han Seol-bing looked at Ha Mu-baek.

An expression as if asking why she would ask such an obvious thing.

“Haven’t you already decided?”

“I came to help you, so your opinion comes first.”

“My thoughts are the same.”

Han Seol-bing’s answer.

At the same time, identical smiles formed on both their faces.

“Right, we should hurry to the toilet.”

“D-Dan-ju!”

At Ha Mu-baek’s words as he turned and spoke, Han Seol-bing’s face turned red as she let out a sharp cry.

But Ha Mu-baek simply moved his steps toward the ground.

As he came out of the hall like that.

One section of the formation’s wall was gently rippling.

It was the place where the intruders had entered just before.

It seemed like they were opening a path for Han Seol-bing to go outside.

When Ha Mu-baek approached that spot and took one step forward.

Swoooosh.

The ice mist split apart and a path appeared.

And as he walked along the path.

The figures of countless martial artists watching the formation with tense eyes appeared.

“Hello?”

Ha Mu-baek lightly waved his hand in greeting.

But no one answered.

“Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Mu-baek…”

Yang Jeok-san muttered with a startled face.

He had been waiting for Tak Pung-geon’s return.

But the fact that this bastard had popped out.

Yang Jeok-san gritted his teeth, but soon changed his mind.

Wasn’t the plan to lure that bastard outside anyway?

But he had already come out on his own feet like that.

“Attack! Kill that bastard!”

A loud command fell from Yang Jeok-san’s mouth.

The Tak Family’s martial artists launched their bodies and rushed toward Ha Mu-baek.

A force numbering in the hundreds charged toward a single point.

Those who surrounded Ha Mu-baek in layers and swung their swords.

Ha Mu-baek lightly swung his fists, dealing with the attacks directed at him.

His movements were incredibly light.

From the beginning, there were no masters here who could face Ha Mu-baek.

He had already confirmed their level with his ki sense.

There were many in number, but that was all.

There was nothing to obstruct him.

For Han Seol-bing, they would have been overwhelming enemies, but not for Ha Mu-baek.

These kinds of bastards.

He could just beat them all down directly.

Thwack! Thud thud!

Thud thud thud thud!

Loud flesh-striking sounds began to burst out.

“Aaargh!”

“Kugh.”

“Gak!”

Screams echoed out.

Ha Mu-baek was simply swinging his arms and legs from where he stood.

Those who were hit and fell like that piled up around Ha Mu-baek like a wall.

Thanks to that, the attack directions became limited.

Ha Mu-baek dealt with the enemies even more easily.

“Clear away the fallen ones! And attack!”

Yang Jeok-san shouted with a vicious snarl.

At the unusual commotion, Tak Yo-beom came out of the barracks.

Tak Mu-jeon was also already outside.

And he could only gape at the scene unfolding before his eyes.

The Tak Family’s proud martial artists.

Were scattering about worse than autumn leaves in the wind.

“I-I-Instructor Ha…”

Tak Mu-jeon muttered blankly.

Tak Yo-beom’s gaze turned toward his son.

“Do you know that bastard?”

“He’s… a Maengryong Corps instructor. Named Ha Mu-baek…”

Tak Yo-beom’s face contorted.

Because of the three characters of the name that flowed from his son’s mouth.

The enemy he and Yang Jeok-san had speculated about.

Ha Mu-baek.

That name had come out.

“Maengryong Corps Instructor Ha Mu-baek?”

“Yes… He was an instructor who was close with Han Seol-bing. I never thought he would appear here and show such an incredible sight…”

Tak Mu-jeon spoke haltingly as if flustered.

“You fucking idiot!!”

Thwack!

Tak Yo-beom couldn’t hold back and struck his son’s face directly.

He had no choice.

He had left out the most important thing in his story.

The three characters of the name Ha Mu-baek.

The meaning that it carried.

Right.

That stupid bastard wouldn’t know that name.

“F-Father…”

Tak Mu-jeon looked up at Tak Yo-beom, completely terrified.

“I can’t stand the sight of you. Get lost.”

It was a cold voice.

With a face still not understanding, Tak Mu-jeon hesitantly backed away.

He couldn’t understand the reason, but if he tried to find out that reason, he might face something worse.

“Bipung Corps.”

Tak Yo-beom called out in a cold voice.

“Yes, sir.”

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