Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 171

Implementation (7)

“hmm?”

Suddenly, Jegal Hyun let out a questioning exclamation. A glimmer of light flashed across his eyes as he stared at Sim Mu-ryeon’s camp.

“The barracks… … are completely empty. Judging from the piled up barns and dried meat, it seems like they haven’t completely left. It’s the confidence of the Thirteen Thousand Sima Oedo… … They only left the guard soldiers. About five of them.”

“You even smell like alcohol. It looks like you’ve been drinking.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

The boy lightly touched the sword. At first glance, the information that Jegal Hyun was telling him was something that could be seen and felt with the naked eye and senses.

The function of Anbeop is mostly to enhance one’s kinetic vision, but the practical skills he needed now were to modify and enhance the swordsmanship.

‘If we really want to create a new method, we have to create it in the realm of new techniques like the Neungbeop Gwangryun-gi.’

I couldn’t get any inspiration right away. It was nothing compared to the swordsmanship that had the materials of Gwanghwageomryu and Geomseong.

Anbeop is a much more secret and mysterious martial art.

He has not yet reached the stage where he can conceive spirituality on his own and incorporate it into martial arts. That is still the case.

‘It’s not fun. I’ve never felt a lack of sense… … .’

Martial arts had a special meaning to Jeong Yeon-shin.

It was both a pastime used to erase loneliness and a means to extend life.

It’s a desperate life. I can’t be hung up on things that won’t work. My interest has dissipated. My heart is immediately leaking out of my voice.

“Go and wait.”

It was an indifferent voice. Jegal Hyun and Ak Ye Rim quickly turned their heads.

“Daeju, what did you say…?”

“Should we go and wait?”

Jegal Hyun seemed to be asking for confirmation, but Ak Ye Rim’s counter-question was sharp. Anyone would have done that.

This is where the 13th-thousand Great Waves temporarily established their base. It was not a place to be mentioned lightly as a destination for a walk.

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin.

He is an older man whose age stands out more than that of Heukpo in terms of appearance.

For people who had never been on a journey together, there wasn’t much to think about.

Immediately, distrust appeared on Changbong Akye-rim’s face. The suspicion that she was shallow and had a frivolous personality was evident.

Damn it.

By then, the boy had already stepped forward. From the perspective of the young Ma Gwang-ik, it was actually Ak Ye-rim who was inside the well.

There is no way the flower of a noble family living in Shandong would know.

The broadened horizons he gained while galloping through the world of martial arts gave even a seventeen-year-old boy insight beyond his years.

‘A group of more than a hundred masters have set up camp.’

The boy thought.

All the masters of martial arts were people who avoided the hustle and bustle. Even if they formed a group, they were romantic about monopolizing martial arts.

Moreover, if they were warriors with enemies in the thirteenth heaven, they would not have banded together to plunder the common people.

Even considering efficiency and temperament, it was the same.

Going out in a bunch and coming back in a bunch? That was something only conscripts with meager military skills would do.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips. She felt the presence of Akyerim standing behind her, unable to find her way.

“Aesongi doesn’t know the martial arts world.”

“What did you say… … ?”

A much younger boy called her a sweetheart. Ak Ye-rim’s eyebrows rose.

Jeongyeonshin continued speaking without paying attention.

“The problem is after they return one by one. Did you wait until then to fight? I didn’t know you had that much courage. You said you practiced the evil singing technique. The evil senior of the Shingeomdae wasn’t like you.”

Rather, it was so extravagant that I was out of my mind. The boy swallowed his words.

It was a story about the Iphwangsinchang Aksurim. Akyerim’s eyebrows furrowed. Her expression was one of shock.

“At that age, you sound like an elder from your family… … .”

She trailed off.

The old man, who had become the embodiment of storm and stress, did not hear the sound.

“This is a mission to hit a rock with an egg in the first place. This is because of the incompetent politics of the Alliance. It doesn’t make sense to face the thirteen thousand strong army with this number of people.”

The boy thought that the story had become too long. It was nothing more than a trivial matter. It wasn’t even about being uneducated.

“You guys! Stay still!”

In the meantime, the group was discovered. Outside the ten-strong area, leather-armored warriors came galloping.

It’s a very fast run.

A thud like a horseshoe hitting the ground. A thick cloud of dust rose behind the five.

“Don’t kill anyone, even by accident.”

The Lord of Iphwangseong gave an order to the martial artists of the Murim Alliance. There was no response.

Ugh.

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju stretched out his legs and spun the halo around his heart.

The light of the Dharma wheel that extended to every vein in his limbs enveloped his entire body like the wind.

The hem of her pitch-black clothes fluttered slightly. It was a full-body awakening that occurred without even attacking.

“Huh… …!”

The enemies were terrified even before they collided. The same was true for our allies.

He kicked the ground behind Jegal Hyeon, who took a deep breath as if he remembered the debt game, and Ak Ye Rim, who stopped walking as if she had seen a strange spirit.

Phew!

The divine spirit of the wind god left behind a black afterimage. Jeongyeonshin deliberately drew his sword.

He immediately used the Gwanghwageomryu sword technique. It was to observe the sword technique in a real battle against the Daebangpa unmanned forces.

A hazy glow formed on the blade of the divine sword Bukmyeong. He then struck it horizontally.

Swish!

I have followed the steps of the mind and spirit.

The weight of the sword was completely transferred to the sword strike, and a single ray of light flickered from the right arm of the enemy in the lead.

It was clearly a blow. However, I felt no resistance from the hand holding the sword of Bukmyeong.

At the end of the faint light, the bastard’s sword and arm fell together. It was a limp fall.

“Magwangikjuda!”

The bastard backed away, shouting. He was quick-witted.

The speed at which he was able to think about the situation, rumors, and the other person’s appearance was amazing.

This may be one of the reasons why the Thirteen Thousand is called the Great Wave. It was worth keeping in mind.

“Subdue him.”

The boy spoke. It was a story directed at Ak Ye-rim and Jegal Hyeon, who had followed him close by.

Jeongyeonshin’s steps did not stop. There were four enemies left.

Simmu-ryeon.

They said it was a military force of martial arts.

If the number of people is that large, the quality of the masters is bound to decline. They were people who were about as white as the number of people in terms of quality.

In the Ronin Market, you can act as an undefeated warrior.

If hundreds of them gathered together, it would show a tremendous increase in power.

However, at this moment, they were a minority, and had to face the Iphwangseong Magwangikju.

Woof!

The wind brushed past their sleeves, and the light of the Bukmyeonggeom sword accompanied them. Another arm fell off.

The tendons of both their legs were cut. It was done in one breath. It was a firm hand against overwhelming force.

Jegal Hyun and Ak Ye-rim were sufficient in the role of stimulating the blood of those who were unable to resist. The limbs of the warriors were paralyzed in an instant.

In the meantime.

The remaining one’s response was different. He dodged while dropping the North Sword. The white trajectory drew a semicircle.

The pure white blade returned to the tip of the nose of the man who had tilted his face back.

It was a sword strike with less power than Chil-hal, as advised by Heonwonchang, but even so, it was surprising.

“I’ve seen someone using a similar sword technique… … before.”

He speaks in a rough voice.

He was a man with his hair down. He seemed to be talking about a martial artist from the Seomye lineage who had mastered the Gwanghwageomryu.

The warriors of Iphwangseong go out to various parts of the Central Plains to carry out their missions.

When you reach the thirteen thousandths of a millennium, it is not uncommon to run into them.

“There must be quite a few people like you.”

The boy said.

An anonymous soldier learned the swordsmanship of Magwangikju.

Even if he was a man of the Great Wave, he was no different from a ronin in front of the black Iphwangseong.

I wonder if they had put their heads together and studied together because they had experienced the same swordsmanship. It was hard to think otherwise.

He said it was not an uncommon occurrence.

The martial arts of a prestigious school were always a target of sabotage. The more noble they were, the more enemies they had.

The famous martial artist usually finds countermeasures in other ways than Jeongyeonshin. The changes are diverse and the secrets are thick.

He said that the usual way to deal with it was to use dozens of different types of herbivores.

Wow!

I thought about it as I exchanged swords with the man.

‘The secret of a famous family is a martial art with mysterious methods and many options for selection.’

There is no such thing for the new masters of the martial arts world. That is why the great masters have maintained their positions for a long time.

They break through the opponent’s martial arts by insight, and add a highly useful derivative technique to their own martial arts skills.

This is something that the unmanned islanders often encounter.

This was also what the Murim Alliance was doing to Jeong Yeon-shin.

When I saw her, I was very happy. She was more thorough than Yullyeong Daeju. Rather, it was because her martial arts skills were very strong.

Rather than trying to figure out the shape of the Gwanghwageomryu, it was enough to just cut off the joints.

This Simmu-ryeon’s unmanned unit was satisfied that it did not do so.

‘I need to create a new form based on the Gwanghwageomryu’s knot.’

It was founded when the white people were very immature.

It is a sword technique that was heavily influenced by the sword marks carved into the cliffs of Jongnam Mountain, but it was not greatly modified after that.

There is bound to be a lot of room for improvement.

He twisted his wrist to strike the transverse sword again. The man reacted immediately. He raised his sword in the opposite direction of Jeongyeonshin.

The moment the boy swung the sword outward from his arms without paying attention, the hand of the man holding the sword reached out towards Jeong Yeon-shin.

While slightly tilting the sword towards your head.

He made a steep slope. The power of his attack flowed out from the fist that held the sword.

Kaaaaang!

The sword of Bukmyeong rose, nicking the bastard’s sword. At the same time, the bastard twisted his body and escaped the sword grip.

It was a move that allowed him to see the straight trajectory of the Gwanghwageomryu. He smiled faintly.

Of course, it was a satisfying thing. I was receiving the black ink of the Emperor’s seal.

Jeongyeonshin silently kept the guy in her sights. She didn’t stop striking with her sword.

Now that I look at it, it seems like he was a person of fairly high status within the camp.

“thanks.”

The boy was shocked. The man he was facing flinched.

Woof.

The halo wheel rotated in the palm of the hand holding the sword.

I didn’t raise my energy any further. I changed the way I swung my sword. The sword that was drawn diagonally became curved.

The swordsmanship that had been wrapped around the blade also swirled. It was a trajectory that passed by the sword that the man had raised once again.

The bastard’s defensive line was mocked. It was as if he had opened the way for Jeongyeonshin’s sword.

‘I just changed it to a curve.’

The boy’s face lost all the interest he had shown. What had he been so proud of?

“… … !”

The bastard’s eyes widened. That was it.

Kuung!

He mercilessly cut off my upper body. I felt a dull thud in the hand that was holding the North Star.

I cut through the bastard’s shin guard and dug into his ribs. I wanted to eliminate any possible trouble.

If they were lucky enough to survive, the unmanned islanders might find themselves in a threatening situation.

Phew!

The moment I pulled out the sword, blood spurted out.

The wide open autumn forest path was very clear, and so was the blood sprinkled underfoot.

Red veins of blood were engraved here and there on the yellow-brown ground. They were clear and distinct. Like a painting by an artist who used paints without sparing any effort.

This means that there was no unnecessary discharge of experience in the sword fight. There was no dead blood.

That was because I didn’t inflict any internal injuries while dividing the sum. I just cut off the lifeline.

The new form of the bastard fell at Jeongyeonshin’s feet. A small thumping sound was heard.

Whoosh!

The boy in black robe swung his sword once.

Then, he lowered his sword and lowered his head slightly. Anyone who saw him could tell that he had gained insight and was deep in meditation.

Her beautiful face and closed eyes gave off a strange impression. Her eyelashes were long and drooping.

He looked like a young swordsman in a landscape painting, usually featuring noble families as the main characters.

A lonely gaze. Swordsmanship that has reached a new level.

The boy had a strange aura.

While revealing his bold hands and words, he also exuded the temperament that one would expect from a peerless Taoist master.

It was a prayer from a practitioner who seemed to be a few years away from reaching the Uhwadengseon.

‘As if I don’t have much time left to live… … .’

Ak Ye-rim, who had been staring at Magwangikju as if possessed, suddenly came to her senses. An absurd thought occurred to her.

I bit my lower lip in a hurry and ran my hand through my long braided hair. I blamed myself. There was nothing else to look at.

She forced her lips apart.

“… … Ma Gwang-ik-ju is a cruel person. That power, even at first glance, doesn’t seem to have been put to use. He was just teasing her and then killed her.”

“Cruel? Maybe it’s the opposite.”

Jegal Hyun, who had an iron fan attached to his waist, answered immediately.

“Since he mixed swords with a master without any reason, it will be up to you to accept it. It seems too early to discuss Yi Zhou’s character.”

“… … .”

“Let’s get the information out.”

There were four enemies that were subdued without being killed.

He took the lead and interrogated the remaining men. He was especially careful not to break the meditation of Magwangikju.

Asked a lot of questions.

How many of them dispersed, what was the return cycle, and where did their leader, Yeongcheon Sword Ghost, go?

I heard no answer. The mouths of those who had decided to remain silent were like safes without a key.

It was like the unmanned 13th-thousandth Great Wave. The person who opened his mouth in front of Jeongyeonshin was a special case.

“are you okay.”

The boy said after meditating.

The party took up position in the middle of the enemy’s camp. It was the young Magwangikju’s decision. He was surprisingly courageous.

“Who are you? Where is the temple?”

“Hwang! Hwangseong… …!”

The men who had gone out to pillage have returned.

It seemed like they were moving in groups of ten or eight.

As soon as they charged at us with their weapons drawn, we killed them all in turn.

The glow of the sunset on Jeongyeonshin’s sword gradually turned red with blood.

The boy tried to dissuade Jegal Hyeon and Ak Ye-rim from joining, and went back to his swordsmanship alone.

One hundred and fifty people spoke of their previous course of action.

It wasn’t a lie.

Two days passed. The camp was filled with corpses. All were dead with sword wounds.