Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 125

Sammaejinhwa (5)

It’s a world where swords are rampant.

The front gate of the Iphwangseong branch office was originally a crowded place. There were many different types of people visiting.

Merchants who want to trade goods steadily with martial arts masters, commoners who come to Iphwangseong instead of the government office to report their grievances, and even vagabonds who wander around hoping to learn some refined martial arts skills.

The wide-open road on both sides and in front has never been deserted.

It was the same even then. The only difference was the temperament of the crowd.

People who were originally walking down the street stood aside and looked at the strangers with expressions of worry and excitement.

“That side is a ten-story building.”

A bystander muttered.

He was a merchant with a dignified appearance, dressed in yellow silk clothes.

If a merchant had both good clothes and experience, he was usually well-informed of the news of the martial arts world. The martial arts school was like a vein through which large quantities of goods passed.

Not only do they consume a great deal of wealth, including military uniforms, swords, and food, but they also frequently consume huge amounts of force that affects the people’s livelihood. Through threats or robbery.

Merchants cannot help but be sensitive to the affairs of the rivers and lakes. This is especially true in times of famine like these.

“The one at the front… is truly formidable. The evil sword has come in person. With his light green uniform, dual wielding swords, and thin helmet… … and his thick face, it’s certain.”

“Are you talking about the younger brother of the ten-professional swordsman, Geomgalma?”

The man next to him asked. The merchant nodded.

“That’s right. Even though they are sworn brothers, their bloodline is not connected. However, it is said that it is the swordsmanship of a fiercely competitive brother.”

“That is truly high praise.”

“Of course, it was probably what Geomgalma Dokgo Gwang said to increase the validity of my agenda… … .”

“Now, isn’t the reputation of the Hyeonggeom right next to that of Geomgalma? Was it Cheongseongpa and Amipa? Anyway, it’s still famous. There’s an anecdote about him showing off his ten-pronged swordsmanship in front of the old and new masters. It’s said that he cut the wine glasses they were holding in half.”

“That was just showing off in front of the later indexes. It was something that was out of the question for the mid-level masters of the Tang clan.”

“I guess the commander has some connection to the party?”

He asked playfully. The man wearing the human face mask did not answer.

I silently watched a group of people walking across the street.

If you approach straight ahead, the Iphwangseong base is right next to you.

A young man’s voice was heard first.

“Bonggong (奉公). I think it would be right to be on guard. When I think of the main text and the masters of Sunmaryeon who entered Myeonggongdo… … .”

This is the westernmost road of Gijujibu.

About twenty people.

They were armed with swords, clubs, and whips.

People on the street were running away with frightened faces, and the sight seemed very familiar.

It was evident from the first step he took. There was a calm yet firm spirit. The whole place was like that.

The young man who had started talking opens his mouth again. He had a sword strapped to his back and a sword on his waist, which was natural.

“There were Dokgo Sa-baek and Sunma Shin-su. The Giju branch may be insignificant, but we must consider the support power of Iphwangseong Bonseong greatly. Since they have power comparable to Ma Gwang-ik, wouldn’t they have escaped from Myeonggongdo? We must keep in mind the unknown master.”

“… … .”

The man named Bong-gong did not answer. He was a middle-aged man who wore calmness like armor.

The green sleeveless uniform that revealed his muscular arms was impressive.

He carried twin swords on either side of his waist, and the tips of three daggers were protruding from behind his waist.

He was a man who, despite his loud weapons, exuded a refined prayer.

“Don’t look down on me.”

The ten-pronged swordsman, Gal Sa-ryang, slowly opened his lips.

“All I have to do is carry out my assigned duties. Since the Lord has entrusted me with full authority, I have come here to repay his kindness. It will be sufficient for me to trust in my enemies and demonstrate my martial arts skills.”

That was when.

hey-!

A rough shout, like that of a city thug, vibrated the air. It was as if a giant lion had let out a roar.

It was a force that was approaching heavily. It was loaded with tremendous aerodynamic power.

Right across the street.

Unlike the ten-person group, there were only about ten people. The momentum of the group approaching with brisk strides was tremendous.

If there was a wall, it seemed like it would break down and advance forward instead of going around it. The way it struck the air from the beginning was extremely violent.

Pure Maren.

The man in the lead had a distinct demeanor.

His hair was disheveled like a lion’s mane, and he was wearing only a short cloak without any underwear, revealing his upper body covered in scars.

He had muscles chiseled like stone and a very large build. He must have been at least eight feet tall.

He carried a huge sword behind his back. It was big enough to look like a pillar.

Anyone can see that he is a master of both internal and external skills. He is the Sword and Fist Demon of the Thirteen Heavens.

The blue-green walls of the Sunmaryeon, a place with many Westerners, sparkle. The hair is light brown.

“Aren’t you the swordsman of the Pipmun (乏門)?”

He asks after your well-being with a smile. A sect that lacks something. A sarcastic remark about the name of the Sipjeonmun, which means perfection.

It was a derogatory term that even the most expert would have a hard time saying.

The swordsman nodded his head calmly.

“Senior Dokwonma still looks sane. Is it because Sunmasinsu passed away?”

“That’s a shame.”

“sincerely?”

“I’m glad that there’s one less person who can challenge the next Yeonju’s throne, but I’ve lost the chance to personally destroy his Yeokmusipsajang (役霧十四掌). How can I not feel regretful? I just hope that the bastard Iphwangseong who broke Shinsoo’s arm isn’t still around. I wonder who it could be. It could be Ma Gwangikju, right?”

His voice was full of power. Galsaryang shook his head.

“Didn’t you come here to gain merit? If you really thought that a master who fought against the two great schools along with Magwangikju would be okay, you wouldn’t have come here.”

“It’s a funny little insight. But it seems to fit the bill.”

Dokwonma continued speaking with a smile.

“You know me quite well.”

“It’s easy to think about. If it weren’t for the Purple Master, it wouldn’t be possible. How could the Purple Master have the capacity to come all the way to Sacheon?”

It was a strange tone. Galsa-ryang closed his mouth after saying those words.

Before I knew it, the group of Sipjeonmun and Sunmaryeon were facing each other. Right next to them was the main gate of the Iphwangseong Gijujibu.

They arrived together as if they had made a promise. It seemed like they were adjusting their distance from each other.

“There’s a Tang family too. I wonder what those sinister things are after.”

The corners of Dokwonma’s mouth went up. It was a sinister smile.

I felt the presence of people hiding in the open path from the main gate. It was the silver sleeping technique unique to Sacheondangmun.

Although they were very weak, Gal Sa-ryang and Do-kwon-ma were top-class players who could act as kings in Sacheon-seong.

No one can deceive their senses unless they are the owner of the house.

Galsaryang opened his mouth.

“I don’t think it’s dangerous. The Sacheondangmun has already found its weakness. I heard they’re licking the feet of the Blood Flame Cult Leader, so they’ll help us if necessary. Isn’t the destruction of Iphwangseong the wish of the entire martial arts world?”

“Unless you are a member of the old school or a Malkodosa.”

The young man who was accompanying the swordsman answered. His cynical tone was lacking in confidence.

The unique and tyrannical spirit of the Thirteen Thousand Great Wave Sect is not exclusive to the Sunmaryeon or the Blood Flame Sect.

The pride in each of their ignorance was immense.

“… … .”

The onlookers, who had reached the peak of their spirits, soon fell silent.

The majority of the common people clinging to the walls, the ronin standing tall on the roofs of various pavilions, and even some martial artists who use the wall tiger technique to attach their limbs to the railings like spiders.

The only ones making a sound were the thirteen thousand masters.

It is at the top of the martial arts world of Kang Ja-Jon. The status of Dae Bang-Pa martial artists, who are on par with the old school, is like that.

It was enough to crush all the onlookers gathered here.

The black-robed masters of Pure Mareun laughed. They seemed to be enjoying the silence.

The essence of those who practice martial arts lies there. They feel themselves by raising their level.

Seek presence and power that has an overwhelming influence on others.

There, the thirteen thousand did not hesitate to use any means necessary. That was why they were called Sima Weidao.

Meanwhile, the faces of the ten-man warriors were indifferent. It was as if they had come out to drink.

“Let’s get started.”

Galsaryang said. The air boiled around the neck of the young man next to him. He shouted along with a tremendous aerodynamic wave.

-Imperial guard dogs, show yourselves!

There was a moment of silence.

The experts waited silently.

Rather than rushing in and taking it all in, they wanted to tarnish the prestige of the Imperial Palace in front of onlookers.

Each sect lost its elite group. As a major faction of Sima Weidao, in order to establish a base, they had to trample on Iphwangseong.

“I don’t know if there’s a sane one. If it’s too trivial, it’s not fun either.”

Dokwonma said. The young man from the ten-story office snickered inwardly. How dare he, who came here to save face, be like a bear.

‘Shallow bastard.’

That was when.

Squeak-

The gate of the Iphwangseong branch office opens. The loud noise approaches strangely calmly.

The large door opened slightly, and a boy appeared through the gap.

Amidst the great silence that weighed down the street, a young swordsman wearing an ebony robe walked out.

The sleeves of the black long coat are all different lengths. One side is torn.

He was carrying two swords on his waist at the same time, and the sight was strangely fitting.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“you.”

The place that caught my eye was clear. It was the horse of the pure horse race. Everyone could tell because of its large size.

The boy continued speaking calmly.

“They look the same as the demons I saw below. There was also a guy named Sunmasinsu. Did he come to seek revenge?”

“Oh my. Are you worthy of the nickname of a divine beast?”

Dokwonma asked. He had a hollow laugh stuck in his lips.

Still, it wasn’t a defenseless attitude. Before I knew it, my right foot had taken a step forward.

It was a jockeying style. The body of a rare master in Sacheon reacted. It meant that he felt something strange from the boy in front of him.

“case?”

Jeongyeon Shin’s head tilted slightly. Her demeanor was suspicious. Even her lips were forming a small curve.

Anyone could see that it was a provocation.

The corners of Dokwonma’s mouth went up.

“It seems that there are not many people in the Iphwangseong. I can see that your prayers are extraordinary, so I know that you are a very outstanding follower. However, your qualifications are a different matter. Are you able to come forward alone and discuss the affairs of the sect with us? Wearing an absurdly black robe.”

He said. He had already taken in the rough yellow character engraved on the black robe. It was the eye technique of a master.

It was funny. Strange things are rampant in the world of martial arts, but if you look closely, they are all confined within the framework of common sense.

Even for a young boy of his age, it was a surprising thing.

Black was absurd. It was not worth the effort, as was the delusion that things could float through space on their own.

“Discussing the affairs of the sect? Didn’t you come here to fight a war?”

Jeongyeonshin asked quietly.

A loud laughter erupted. It was from the direction of Sunmaryeon who was intoxicated by the magic power.

However, Dokwonma’s expression rather sank.

As the boy in front of me began to breathe more and more, the flow of my qigong became clearer.

It was a spirituality that only the best could feel. It was the energy of a divine being.

Dokwonma opened his mouth calmly.

“You seem to be ignorant of the physiology of the great sects of the world. If you keep waging all-out wars, it won’t take even a thousand years to accumulate this much power. This is why there are secrets in the world of martial arts.”

“If I defeat you, will Sunmaryeon retreat?”

Jeongyeonshin asked. A faint smile appeared on Dokwonma’s lips.

“Is this really something you can discuss? I guess it’s the sect of dogs raised by the royal family. There are so few people like that.”

He also made a provocation. His words were completely directed at the enemy.

A world where no one will do anything to end their opponent’s life with a knife.

As I swept through the alley, the cold wind began to howl. It felt extremely dry.

The breath of the onlookers who had already been holding their breath seemed to have completely stopped.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth again. She stroked the end of her pitch-black sleeve with her other hand.

“I told this to the man named Sunmasinsu.”

“You’re talking about the water again. Speak up.”

“The corpse’s tongue is long.”

The boy said.