Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 276

Muwi (4)

It was just after that that a storm-like heat enveloped Taeyeonryong’s entire body.

Ki-geom-hyang, who had come close with the forward technique, brought his sword down. The swordsmanship of Il-do-yang-dan was mysteriously distorted.

A translucent wind rose like wildfire along the blade, and the sound of the strong wind emitted by the Taeyeonryong’s energy swallowed up her sword.

The power of his own blast, which he had accumulated by distorting and colliding with his own waves, grew in size into the shape of a white flame in an instant.

Hwaaaaak―!

His senses were penetrated by the sound of the island’s razor-sharp blade. It was a very brief moment.

“Gwangyegyeol, Yeomgang (炎江).”

He even recites the name of the herb, Bimu, with his lips. His pronunciation is broken because he is chewing on the poppy.

Taeyeonryong’s hand pierced through the moment.

The white light of the Gwangyegyeol swirling around the sun gathers towards Jangsim.

The pure white storm of waves was incredibly thick and dense. The sword of Ki-geom-hyang, which contained the powerful air power unique to the masters of the famous clan, was blocked in front of him by his palm.

A wicked, paper-ripping sound resonates incessantly.

It was the moment when the swordsmanship that fatally cut down while adapting to the opponent’s instincts was destroyed.

The difference in internal energy was clear. From the beginning, the amount of energy stored was different, and on top of that, he had acquired the method of using his energy most explosively.

The grand prince of the Hwangbo family followed the great lord and became strong.

“This is the gist.”

Taeyeonryong opened his mouth.

“A secret technique for short-term decisive battles. It’s the way our great lord fights. I personally like it, it’s very refreshing. Try it once.”

“… … !”

Ki-geom-hyang’s eyes widened. Her eyes, which had been cold and settled, began to shake with the fragments of flame.

Taeyeonryong twisted his hand. The movement of striking the side of the sword blade that was facing him briefly showed the form of Gwangyegyeol.

The moment the accumulated energy in his palm distorted the atmosphere, an incredibly hot shock wave erupted.

Oh my god!

Fragments of white, translucent careers swirled around, unraveling like feathers.

A sword soared in the wind created by the masters’ dreams.

The sword that Gigeomhyang was holding was knocked out of her hand. With a squeak, it pierced through the tree stump on the side in an instant.

It was stuck, leaving only the handle behind.

Ki-geom-hyang’s arm was raised.

Taeyeonryong held his palm in front of her forehead.

He twisted his lips as the scattered blades of grass fell in all directions.

“You must have felt the accumulation of light waves. You can use it in a chain fashion as long as your air power allows. It’s not just a simple trick, it’s incredibly sensational. It’s a skill that’s great for ending a fight quickly.”

“…How is that possible?”

Ki-geom-hyang opened her lips. There was a look of surprise on her cold face that she couldn’t hide.

“Further amplifying the already established career…? This is an unheard of ignorance. If the career can’t be operated in that way, then how is the path of operation of the power…?”

“Originally, these were martial arts created with the sole purpose of creating a sense of the world. That’s how they were created by our great lord.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong spoke with the corners of his lips raised.

“But when they were consolidated into one, it became easier to use the true energy. Even monkeys can do it? That wasn’t too far off. Even if they exaggerated when they said they were whipping the practitioner.”

“… … .”

“Since the master of martial arts has compiled it so easily, shouldn’t we as practitioners be able to see through and penetrate the secrets? This technique is a tribute to our great master. Don’t compare it to the Yeondocheonsanggeom. Look at the perfection of the first technique.”

The pitiful voice of the world’s greatest writer fills the silence. It is a story completely unrelated to the realm of ordinary people.

This time, even the most famous masters of the Catholic Church could not hide their bewilderment.

Each of them had a serious expression on their face, lost in thought, or furrowed their brows in confusion as they looked back and forth between Taeyeonryong and Magwangikju.

Behind the battlefield.

Only Jeongyeon Shin made a strange expression. It’s not an exaggeration.

It was then. Gigeomhyang, who had been standing there blankly, placed both hands under her belly button. It was a somewhat strange posture. It seemed to be their own etiquette.

“… I lost. I acknowledge that the martial arts of Ma Gwang-ik-ju are rare in the world.”

“Actually, it’s not a feat that necessarily requires notarization. Because the Confucius himself acknowledged it. If there were no lakes on your side, you wouldn’t have gone through all this trouble. If the feat wasn’t good enough, rumors would spread all over the world that there was nothing special about the Heavenly Scrolls.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong, who had shaken off his right hand, continued speaking.

“Anyway… Our Lord, can we go take a bath now? We’re holding a guest who is growing up at the entrance. He’s not in good condition.”

His mentor was an interesting person in many ways.

Not long ago, he handed over a precious piece of ice, saying that he had received it for free from the masters of the Ice Palace, and it looked like he was handing over something like a candy he had bought on the street.

It was a difficult action for anyone to understand. What could be done to gain the loyalty of King Mangjong, who did not have much time left to live?

It would have been a hundred times better to give it to a true successor to the Muhak tradition, like Shin So-bin.

I ate it eagerly because it was offered to me, but it didn’t have much effect. It only cooled down the pain in my Sun Vein for a little while.

That was enough.

I didn’t expect it from the beginning. He was born into the most powerful family in Jinan and grew up very noble.

It wasn’t a big deal to learn and master the Yin energy martial arts, but my whole body felt like it was burning up as if I was trying to reverse the flow of energy.

The level of advice given by other seniors, Ma Gwang-ik, did not deviate from that.

It just felt strange. It was something I had never experienced before.

‘Did you take it for nothing? You should eat it and live a long and healthy life.’

Taeyeonryong, who had put a new poppy in his mouth, opened his mouth again.

“Are you mutes? Or maybe you never intended to let us in from the beginning.”

Cheongbohwa shook her head. She was patting Gigeomhyang’s shoulder as she turned back to the Catholic Church.

“I’m truly sorry, but it wasn’t something that could be decided right away. This is a lake filled with the sap of the Heavenly Tree. Even if the outcome is obvious, we still need to go through the process. Please give us some time.”

“It’s just as boring as the old school. I guess that’s why they often compare us.”

“Thank you for the compliment. You know what the old school means to the world. You are one of the rare ones who cultivate a refreshing cultivation.”

“Are you going to leave it here? Unlike you, our Daeju grows quickly. It’s a crucial time for his knees.”

“Be quiet.”

As Jeongyeonshin pushed Taeyeonryong away, Cheongbohwa smiled faintly.

“You have won the duel with pure martial arts, so you are worthy guests of the main hall. I will give you a place to stay. Please wait for the results of the meeting. Thank you for showing your noble martial arts. I pay my respects to the Grand Master.”

“I have also broadened my horizons. The Yeondocheonsang sword is indeed sharp. On the contrary, the shortcomings of the Gwangyegyeol make me think back on how such graceful trajectories can be created.”

He evaluated the Yeondocheonsanggeom without any reservations.

It wasn’t an empty promise. Ki-geom-hyang was a man with poor dexterity compared to his stamina. He wasted a lot of his lateral strikes.

I drew a long sword like the arm of a fully grown monkey, and felt an incomprehensible shaking.

‘The acromion muscle on the shoulder was less fixed. The brachialis muscle contracted at a strange angle… and even the thrusting energy of the Cheondol point next to the shoulder was excessively distorted. How can you use a sword like that?’

That dull dexterity seemed plausible on the surface. It was thanks to the practice of sharpening the Yeondocheon Sword.

Since the level of swordsmanship is as low as that of a snail, anyone can be seen as a useful swordsman. It was a great martial art.

“How humble of you to have invented such a holiday.”

Cheongbohwa raised the corners of her lips in admiration. The indifferent expressions of the famous masters standing behind her were also filled with goodwill.

It seemed like Taeyeonryong’s heart had opened up thanks to his good display of Gwangyegyeol.

Jeongyeon Shin’s shoulders slightly opened. People really need to be humble.

‘If my mother had not been so noble, she would have taught me this.’

He opened his lips. As the leader of the group, he had to negotiate. However, it wasn’t difficult.

It was a car that I had a great awakening thanks to my niece, Hye-ah. It was enough to convey my sincerity.

“I don’t know what to do with myself because of the excessive killing. I should be humble. The Catholic faith deserves respect.”

“I am curious about your bloodline. If you come to our village, I will be willing to marry you to a precious daughter. You must be the descendant of a noble family that cultivates themselves deeply. I am not very knowledgeable about the world and my eyes are not good enough to see through it. It would be rude to ask anyway.”

“Suyang… … Absolutely not. It’s hard to handle the gold lacquer.”

Jeong Yeon-shin recalled her grandfather’s fiery temper and her uncle’s rough hands. Among the Maga bloodline, the only people with iron will be herself and Masain.

Sadly, that was the truth. It wasn’t that the two of them were not precious.

Cheongbohwa smiles brightly.

“Where did such a hero come from?”

It was completely different from the face he had made when seeing his great-grandson, Cheongmyeong.

A feeling flowed from the softly curved wrinkles of her eyes. It was clear goodwill.

However, Cheongmyeong, who had been standing next to Magwangikju like a transparent wind, just smiled brightly.

He doesn’t seem to feel any sense of alienation. He occasionally wiggles his fingers to tap Dae-ju on the shoulder, but he never raises his hand.

Shin So-bin, Heon Won-chang, and other masters including Ma Gwang-ik were tilting their heads with ambiguous expressions.

“Anyway, it worked out well.”

It was when Cheongmyeong, with a smile, muttered.

“It turned out pretty well, didn’t it? I’ve been honing it for a long time.”

The returned Taeyeonryong blurted out to Jeongyeonshin.

There seemed to be a spark in his pitch-black eyes. It was the heat of a man who didn’t have much time left to live.

The appearance of pursuing martial arts even after death reminds me of Namgung Sejin, the Blue Kirin. The only difference was his cheerful smile.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been standing there blankly, began to walk following Cheong Bo-hwa’s gestures. She was finally being treated as a guest.

He opened his lips.

“I heard it earlier. It was called salt water?”

“It was roughly built.”

“Isn’t that what you get from Hwan-gang?”

“The blue giraffe was my close friend. What’s the big deal about his name?”

“It’s a big deal. It’s a big deal.”

“There is no such thing as a great achievement in the world. Didn’t I say it was a tribute in the first place? Anyway, don’t find fault with it just because it’s embarrassing. This is a great achievement. Gwangyegyeol – Yeomgang. Originally, martial arts are passed down to future generations, and the successors’ skills are added. That has already been achieved in this generation. Isn’t it touching?”

“That’s the name given to such a crude craft. They just fold and paste the waves as they please. If they just reduce the amount of poppy seeds, it’ll be even better.”

“Our lord, you still haven’t heard what Miss Jeong Hye said. Adults don’t talk like that. You should be humble.”

“… Lift the palanquin. We are going in now.”

* * *

Permission came quickly.

There was a message that only Magwangikju and Shingumdanju would be permitted to immerse themselves in the lake of Cheonjumun.

Shihwamugeukwon and Gwangyegyeol were both recognized. It was said that even the elders of the Cheonju branch were watching over it from the beginning.

The village’s famous masters did not object.

I heard that they had an extremely insular disposition, and they would just stare at Jeongyeonshin with strange gazes from the trees where they had each haphazardly settled down.

‘thank god.’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt secretly relieved.

“He is indeed the rival of this unit. He has accomplished his mission admirably. I am truly grateful.”

The new sword master praised him with a pale face.

It was just the two of them. The transcendent being, who was not in good health, walked with the support of his young subordinate.

Above the heads of the two, a master of the Catholic Church was guiding the way, jumping over tree branches.

Before I knew it, the sunset had faded.

The full moon rising between the clouds dyed the forest blue.

For a while, the only sound was the bark of the trees rubbing against each other. Then, occasionally, the wind and the bushes would rub against each other.

The irregular rustling of the forest’s whispers gave off a sense of peace far removed from the chaos of the rivers and lakes.

At that moment, the new sword master opened his mouth.

“I promised you before. I’ll teach you a martial art.”

“Yes, you did.”

It happened right after the end of the battle between Namgung Se-ga and Iphwangseong.

When the new sword master who defeated Namgung Se-ga in a short battle was threatened by other great factions, Jeong Yeon-shin stabilized his energy and allowed him to show off his brute force.

“I will teach you at the lake. Think of one.”

The new sword master said.

“Today?”

“Yes. You might run into the Dark Night War, but since the main lord’s vessel is wide, you will recover more slowly than him. What I mean is that you will have to play the main role in the event of a fight. It would be good to have at least one more weapon. They are very tricky and scary.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been thinking for a moment, opened her lips.

“I hope it is a martial art that comes from a unique inspiration. Rather than something with a high degree of perfection… … Is there one?”

“Oh my.”

A deep smile appears on the jawline of the seemingly fragile-looking Shin Geum Danju.

He felt like a hearty writer, and his jet-black eyes flashed with a rainbow of diverse temperaments.

Curiosity, boredom, fatigue, interest, surprise, joy… … The swordsman who competed for the world’s best hid nothing.

“Okay, I understand your eye level.”