Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 12

Public Non-Communication (2)

“White asked Blue for a favor?”

“To be exact, it is called a training session for guidance.”

“That’s not it. I know the inside story.”

For the first time in a while, there was a buzz everywhere in Ip Hwang Seong.

There is news that the newly arrived rookie and the Blue Warrior of Changcheon-dae are fighting for the honor of the Seventeenth Division.

The general opinion is that the difference between the ‘white, blue, and black’ clothing of Iphwangseong is more obvious than it appears, so the direction of victory or defeat itself was not of interest to people.

“How many seconds can I hold out?”

“Anyway, it should only take ten seconds.”

“I agree. A white guy who just started out can last more than ten seconds against a blue guy? I can’t picture that.”

“Isn’t this the case of the Volcano Sect’s disciple challenging the Plum Blossom Inspector?”

On the day of the ceremony, the rumor had spread widely, and several people from the Seventeenth Army and the General Office came to watch.

The location is the Changcheon-dae martial arts field.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had already arrived and was receiving curious stares at every turn, looked around.

There were only swords and swords everywhere.

Looking at all kinds of swords hanging on the weapons rack, I realized once again that Changcheondae is a famous swordsmanship unit in the martial arts world.

‘So you’re saying that you’ll only train with swords here until you become a Blue Knight?’

The commonly known entrance exam is the test to become a white warrior, but it is said that there are several other initiation routes.

The most well-known ones were the usual big sects.

The idea was to take children as disciples before their blood vessels were blocked by turbid energy, dress them in any clothes, and gradually advance to white and blue.

Rather, this one was more authentic and had a promising future.

Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t forget the energetic and lively kids she saw at the Magwangik Pavilion. She still follows them and cheers them on.

“Oh, Chosik, you have to hold on! I’m betting on candy with the kids from Changcheon University! Hyung! Look over here! Over here!”

“Brother! You shouldn’t tarnish the name of Ma Gwang-ik!”

“Priest! Come on!”

‘A priest.’

Jeongyeon Shin chuckled.

Unlike other sects, Iphwangseong’s clothing was all that mattered in terms of status. In this respect, it could be said to resemble the military.

The children sometimes jokingly called him and Heonwonchang ‘priest’, which was refreshing and cute for Jeong Yeon-sin, who had not been able to get along well with her family.

He waved to the dozen or so children. There was a cheer, “Wow!” They were innocent children.

‘Come to think of it, I had friends who were my age.’

There were also disciples of Ma Gwang-ik who were older than those children.

It was said that being recognized for one’s military achievements and becoming a full-fledged warrior by wearing white clothing was relatively early, even at the age of twenty.

He is unusually fast.

Of course, there were older disciples than Jeongyeonshin, and unlike the kids who came to cheer her on, she was still awkward.

‘Time will tell.’

He stopped thinking and looked ahead.

The expressions of the unmanned people seen from Changcheon-daero are not good.

He felt uncomfortable with the fact that a new recruit had asked for a favor.

On one side, two masters in pitch-black uniforms were fighting. They were Majin and Changcheon Daeju.

Changcheon Daeju was a famous swordsman with a reputation as one of the top ten swordsmen in the land of Hogwang. He was skinny but tall, with long arms and powerful eyes.

“Let’s give up one of the self-defense units for ten seconds. Of course, I’ll bet that that little brat can’t last ten seconds.”

The Great Heavenly Lord spoke. A look of absurdity appeared on Margin’s face.

“A British term? Isn’t that excessive?”

“Are you scared? Do you think you’ll lose?”

“You are making such a provocation. The decision of the Emperor is not light.”

“The honor of Ma Gwang-ik and Changcheon-dae is at stake. Is this a light matter?”

When the Great Heavenly King saw that Margin seemed to be retreating, he spoke strongly. It was as if he was gaining momentum in a fight between wild beasts.

“Margin. You look weaker than ever. Are you saying that you caused such a ruckus at the Grand Council just to bring in a guy like that?”

“It seems like you have a lot of grudge.”

“Don’t change the subject. Are you going to fall back?”

“Ha······Alright. I will do so.”

“Yes. Any leader of a group must know how to trust his subordinates.”

The Great Heavenly King turned his head with the corners of his lips raised. That’s why he couldn’t see the smile of Margin next to him.

* * *

“You said Jeongyeonshin? Ma Gwangik White.”

“This is Ma Gwang-ik and Jeong Yeon-shin.”

He politely gave a consolation prize to his opponent. It wasn’t that long ago that he introduced himself as Shinya’s Jeongyeonshin, but the name Ma Gwang-ik, which he uses now, feels much more fitting.

From Hanam Namyang to Hogwang Yangyang through the bloodline of Jeonggajang.

Regardless of what other people thought, the time I had as a representative of a group felt unfamiliar yet precious.

The warrior who asked his name was standing indifferently ten steps ahead.

The blue uniform that symbolizes the main force of the Imperial Guard, the sword-like prayer, and the fierce eyes.

“I have practiced the Cheongcheon Sword Technique for twenty years. They say that swords have no eyes, but the swords of masters who have reached the realm of the realm do have eyes. However, I do not leave any leeway in my hands. You should keep this in mind.”

“yes.”

Musa’s eyebrows twitched at Jeongyeonshin’s short answer.

Without saying anything else, he put his hand on the sword. At the same time, a chill like frost spread out.

‘What kind of sword is it?’

There was no intention of provocation in Jeong Yeon-shin’s short answer.

He had already released his magic spell and was reading his opponent with his true colors.

From what I heard from my seniors, the Cheongcheon Sword Technique had a wide variety of sword techniques.

Depending on how much practice you have, it can either be a quick sword or a powerful heavy sword.

‘I said that by the time you reach the Blue Knight stage, you’ve mastered everything but the main force.’

In that case, Jeongyeonshin will only be able to release her own talents.

‘Poetry drama.’

The unique martial arts he created were of exceptional density and quantity.

As I raise my mind, my internal energy begins to flow through the elastic blood vessels and overlap.

This is a method of utilizing true energy that is possible because it completely penetrates the blood vessels of the entire body, including the twelve meridians and the eight qi meridians, by developing the Jeonggadonggong.

The poetry of the poet was also developing like a sword.

It was a state where he circulated his true energy while carefully checking the areas where he needed to support weight and apply force.

“Come.”

The Blue Knight said. He gave up the player as if it was natural. Jeong Yeon-shin decided to look at his surprised face.

“Huh.”

The moment I held my breath in my body, I pulled out my sword with a sharp awakening.

The sound of Jin-gi’s footsteps echoed on the smokescreen with a thud, and the sharpness of the sword was captured on the transparent sunlight-filled Ip-hwang-geom’s blade.

The power rising from beneath his feet was quickly absorbed into the sword, drawing a sword path of magic light.

Oh my!

I smiled at the vibration of the hand that came up along with the sword name.

It went in properly.

Although he was unable to cut it, the warrior’s confusion and hesitation as his indifference was broken were clearly visible.

As the sword becomes faster, its power also becomes stronger. This is called sword power.

The foot that had stepped on the true awakening pushed the floor away.

The Shigeukgyeong, which defines itself as the achievement of this duality, usually has twice the utility of true energy when used properly.

The body of the warrior grows larger along with the quickly passing scenery.

Magwanggyeol has informed us of the route.

Now that I was holding the sword, I was a swordsman.

It seems that Musa’s words about not having any leeway in his hands were separate from his carelessness.

The collapsed balance was clearly visible, as if those who had been breathless and defeated in an instant by the boy’s appearance had been defeated.

‘now.’

If not now, then there is no way to win. In the vast training ground. Among the many people, Jeong Yeon-shin thought of victory alone.

Kagang!

I felt the sword power that had developed by leaps and bounds. The sound transmitted through my hands was tremendous.

The warrior’s eyes quickly became serious, but the sword that was surging in was far from the blue warrior’s, and prevented him from taking a proper stance.

On one side, Margin was seen gathering the children and teaching them the importance of preemptive strike. How calm.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The Magic Sword’s white streak filled my eyes.

The utility of the quick sword is being maximized.

The face of the opponent who is gradually getting tired of the breath and center that was taken over in a single moment and is hanging on by a thread.

Jeongyeonshin forgot how many seconds she shared.

He entered a state of complete selflessness and mastered the magic of light.

The principles of martial arts are accumulated on a body polished with Jeonggadonggong.

The more the sword tilts, the more the back muscles are used. When you take a step forward diagonally, if you twist your true angle, rotational force is generated along with true energy. This is the warrior’s sword that Cheongmyeong used among the martial arts!

Woof!

The swirling energy is contained in the sword strike.

Oh my!

The warrior takes a step back. The pure spirit raises his sword and spins.

A strong, sharp wind blew in all directions.

The power of the footsteps was a fragment of the power of the stamina.

I named another herbivore with a thrilling sense of accomplishment running down my spine.

‘Saving strength!’

The uncontrollable force naturally led my body. My body swung around once again.

At this moment, he naturally realized that he could also use the Chukma-gyeong as a combo attack.

This is a martial art that becomes more powerful as the first attack is repeated. The second attack followed by the second attack was released from the tip of the sword.

bang!

The blue warrior’s body had already turned around to open up some distance before he could even finish turning.

The warrior’s sword bounced off. The upper body shook completely due to the tremendous sword power of the Chukma-gyeong. The arm rose above the head.

“Huh!”

He barely managed to regain his composure as he almost collapsed, but the sword touched his chin.

Jeongyeonshin was making a strange expression while aiming her Iphwanggeom.

The warrior’s blue uniform was remarkably clean, considering that it had withstood Jeongyeonshin’s sword several times. It had only a few wrinkles.

But White won. It was a result that left no room for excuses, even if it was due to carelessness.

“······.”

Jeongyeonshin looked at him blankly.

It was luck.

He won because the inspiration that struck him at the right time gave him more momentum.

If I do it again, it will never be the same.

It was said that the Blue Warrior of the Yellow Emperor would not yield to even the Plum Blossom Swordsman of the Hwasan faction.

The power of the imperial family was felt in the fact that the difference of just one class was this great.

In the vast world of martial arts, it would be difficult to find a rival for someone like that. It felt like I had found my first goal.

Jeong Yeon-shin took hold of her own sword. Then, she put both hands together and took the sword, which was filled with sincerity.

It gives you the magic of the astrological sign and also gives you a goal.

“Thank you for giving me the opportunity to observe your noble swordsmanship.”

“······The swordsmanship and martial arts were amazing. They were martial arts that transcended their age.”

The blue warrior, who had been staring at him for a moment with his words, got up.

It seemed like he wasn’t in a bad mood because his tail was slightly raised.

Jeongyeon Shin thought. There was something cool about losing all face and changing your expression like that with just one lottery ticket.

I turned my head. Each of them had a different face, but most of them had a look of shock on their faces, and some even looked amazed.

“Just now······ How many seconds has it been? White is winning.”

“It seems like we’ve given and received at least twenty seconds.”

“Given and received? No, that is not true. This is truly an incredible swordsmanship. Was it called the Seomye Jeongyeonsin? With an astonishing age, and even more astonishingly, with incomprehensible strength.”

“Ma Gwang-ik brought in a treasure. My stomach hurts like crazy.”

The blank faces of the cheeky Ma Gwang-ik children were also funny.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who greeted Changcheon Daeju, who was biting his lower lip, with a lottery ticket, walked towards the children.

Although he was moving violently, his body, trained with Jeonggadonggong, was in the process of releasing the shock accumulated from the clash of true energy.

I didn’t feel that tired.

“Ma Gwang-ik. You didn’t eat much at this point, did you? Take good care of your sugar.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said, crouching down and making eye contact with the children.

I don’t know how many seconds it took, but it was certain that it had crushed at least the ten-second prediction.

Didn’t you win? The eyes of the children who had been nodding absentmindedly gradually came to life.

Soon it started to sparkle so brightly that it was burdensome.

“Okay! I’ll eat well with the sugar!”

“Brother, you’re so strong! White is white!”

“and······.”

The child who had been called a priest could only exclaim in admiration as if possessed.

Margin quickly approached through the chattering children.

A fragrant scent came from the outstretched hand.

A round lump of medicine was formed on the palm of a strong-looking hand. Jeong Yeon-shin felt the dense flow of energy.

“It’s yours.”

Margin said, pulling up the scar under his lip.