Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 175

Sword of Autumn (3)

The new Magwangikju mocked the swordsman of Hanamseong. Each of them had a position that could represent their own school.

It wasn’t an ordinary sect. Ip Hwang Seong and Sim Mu Ryun. The clash between the two masters was a major incident.

“… … I’m interested in your sword.”

Yeongcheon Sword Ghost Baek Seo-gun spoke quietly.

She raised her left hand slightly. It wasn’t a slap. With a light gesture, she swept back her half-white hair that now barely covered the nape of her neck.

A body that exudes the wildness of a strong person.

I felt a wave of energy flowing from my white nape to the solar plexus on my temple. It was extremely powerful.

For the first time in nearly three years.

The master whom the King called the Sword Ghost showed his competitive spirit. It was a rare event that made the martial arts army of Sim Mu-ryeon hesitate for a moment.

Jeongyeonshin stared at her silently. The irregularly extending aerodynamic waves were extremely thick.

It didn’t look like he had developed any internal energy, but the movement of his energy was free-spirited, as if it were a reflection of his personality.

It was a category that was difficult to predict.

‘Strong.’

I thought back on what had just happened.

The boy originally aimed for Baek Seo-gun’s head. He tried to cut it in two in one second.

The moment I saw him, I had a gut feeling that he was an extraordinary swordsman.

The internal injuries I received at Seobong-ro and the loss of stamina due to the sprint were significant. I had no choice but to aim for a quick victory.

I was stuck in a rut.

The Baekseo Army’s defensive stance was truly formidable. They instantly caught the sword that extended out like a sword and created a counterattack trajectory.

With a sword that stabbed like a flash of lightning, it seemed to say that if my head is split, your heart will not be safe either. It was an unimaginable sword.

Jeongyeonshin pulled out her sword while retrieving her food. She felt the heavy sword power.

The force of the sword strike that occurred at that time swept around Baek Seo-gun’s neck.

There is no master who puts a protective shield on his hair. It will inevitably be cut by a sharp blade.

The long hair that had been a symbol of mastery in the boy’s heart was cut off at that time.

“You were talking about qualifications and such.”

The black-robed Ma Gwang-ik-ju spoke calmly.

Baek Seo-gun didn’t answer. He just turned towards the boy without saying a word.

Beneath her long, scarlet trousers, the soft sound of her red leather shoes clicking on the stone floor resonated.

It was filled with a thick, rich essence.

“… … .”

Silence fell.

The encirclement of the Simmu-ryeon unmanned forces, which had been piling up layer upon layer, froze.

There are many who look like they can’t figure out what’s going on, as if they’re doubting their eyes. Even though they’re strong figures from the Daebangpa faction, it was the same.

Murong Mingjun and Gongsun Min, who arrived after Sogeomhu, also couldn’t open their mouths. Only their expressions were different.

The young master of the Murong Soga family, who looks at the young master who has joined forces with Yeongcheon Geomgwi, and the young master of Gongsun Sega, who cannot hide his admiration on his face.

It seemed like our feelings were completely contradictory.

“I’ll ask again.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was confronted by Baek Seo-gun, opened her lips.

“Do you know the family of this great lord?”

He lowers his sword and acts as an equal to the Sword Lord of Simmu-ryeon. It is something that is hard to imagine anywhere in the vast Hanam Province.

However, Baek Seo-gun no longer pointed out Ha-dae. As if he was a noble swordsman of Sima Oedo, he decided to face Ihwangseong Black.

“I know.”

She laughed.

“I might know more about Jeong Ga-jang than you. I heard he became a monk.

“It’s not nearly as old as yours. I’ve lived half as long.”

“Were you a guest at the main house?”

“Well. Was the Jeong family a family that would welcome a martial arts master as a guest?”

Baek Seo-gun, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, and Jeong Yeon-shin, with her lips calmly pursed, faced each other.

The sight of them facing each other, each wearing crimson uniforms and pitch-black robes, created a sense of silence.

When the boy fell silent, the words ceased, and the young warriors of the Murim Alliance and the martial arts army surrounding them in a large circle did not dare to intervene.

“What words and actions are needed to overcome the barley hill during a famine.”

The spirit of the Iphwangdaehyeop alone was clear.

“The author said that he was worthy of being called a sword.”

Heonwonchang didn’t care about the gaze of the encirclement surrounding him.

The sight of Taeyeonryong uttering insubordination became meaningless.

Leaving behind the nameless disciple who was watching him in amazement, Heonwonchang opened his mouth again to face his master.

“That Yeongcheon Sword Ghost is a monster. If you want to defeat this army of martial artists and capture him, I think it would be best to make a bet that would be tempting for him. He is a man who does not follow common sense. If it appeals to him, he will gladly accept it.”

“Young-ung-geon’s son has quite the insight. He just looked so heavy.”

Baek Seo-gun raised his long eyelashes. His expression was one of surprise.

She turned her head again to look at Jeongyeonshin, and the way her gaze swept over the boy’s entire body was very strange.

It was a gaze that seemed to be appreciating the tow truck’s masterpiece.

“You grew up very well. I once thought that your father had a talent for discipline. He must have had no regrets when he closed his eyes, having washed dishes that were difficult for a third-rate military family to even dream of. It was a good thing.”

His expression was filled with satisfaction. He spoke as if a burden had been lifted. It seemed as if he had found some comfort in Jeong Yeon-shin’s presence.

“… … .”

The boy’s lips slightly rose. It was a small, faint smile.

While Baek Seo-gun tilted his head slightly, Heon Won-chang, who was behind him, muttered. Now that I look at it, it was a complete mess.

But now her eyes were filled solely with Jeongyeonshin.

“It was truly unexpected. A member of the Jeong family’s bloodline entered the Iphwangseong. Your father didn’t have the temperament of a knight. Did you have your maternal family’s support in mind?”

Baek Seo-gun was relaxed even when facing the swordsmanship of Magwangikju, and was more than interested in the boy.

His words and actions were so self-centered that it was hard to tell whether he was asking questions or talking to himself. On the other hand, he showed a gaze that seemed to engrave even Jeong Yeon-shin’s breathing into his eyes.

The word monster is correct.

“I didn’t realize it until after you left, but seeing you face to face like this gives me a strange feeling. I can see the evil in your face.”

She kept playing with the ends of my hair. She was the embodiment of martial arts, with energy circulating throughout her body.

The sound of the rustling noise echoed across the room. It seemed like Danbal liked it.

“Half-evil?”

Jeongyeonshin asked absentmindedly. It was her father’s nickname. They must have been close.

“If I hadn’t made such a big decision, I would have walked around Shinya-hyeon while holding your hand. It’s okay, even if it’s regrettable. You’ve received a lot of the love I couldn’t give you. Looking at your complexion, I wonder how you raised yourself.”

Baek Seo-gun said with a smile on his face.

Could it be that the power of the Jeonggadonggong was misunderstood as the sincerity given by the parents?

That was when.

Heonwonchang, who could no longer stand to watch, stepped forward.

“There is no difference between a swordsman and a shaman. Let’s go to a blind man who has his eyes open.”

“hmm?”

“I know that Daeju’s maternal family is related to Ip Hwang-seong, but I don’t know what the family’s intimate circumstances were. Of course, that’s only natural. However, talking as if you know something about that topic is a separate issue.”

Speaking of family matters, Baek Seo-gun’s eyes sparkled.

“Tell me more.”

In an instant, attention was drawn. It wasn’t just Baek Seo-gun who had his full attention.

The same was true for Taeyeonryong and Sogeomhou, as well as the members of Menghui, including Gongsun Min, and the warriors of Simmuyeon.

The positions and camps are different. The reasons for concentration are different.

Information about the new Magwangikju was rare. It was rarely released in the martial arts world.

There is no better clue to predicting the actions of a mysterious master than the growth process.

Incidents that can be used to guess character, favors between monks and individuals, and matters related to blood relations. Books that compile the personalities of famous martial artists in the world are traded for a large sum of money. Even those were not common.

Whether it’s personal curiosity or hostility, you can’t help but be concerned.

Jeongyeonshin’s expression sank.

‘The Heonwon Sohyeop is buying time. We have to think of a way to escape.’

In the first place, it is not a place where one should be fighting for life and death.

It was riding the line between tension and looseness. It was because Yeongcheon Sword Ghost’s nature was free and eccentric. Temporary peace.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s worries also played a part. It was in the middle of enemy territory. If they started fighting rashly, they might lose their comrades.

The two hundred soldiers of Mu-gong and the Yeongcheon Sword Demon.

It was impossible to fight back unless we brought in Ma Gwang-ik with full power.

Originally, Jeongyeonshin had been thinking of blocking the valley and letting her comrades escape. She thought it would be possible for a while.

‘No. It’ll be hard.’

The information that Geomseong gave was wrong.

The martial arts of Yeongcheon Swordsman, who was said to be undefeated in Hanam, were not properly calculated. He was stronger than I had heard.

Even though his skills were blocked by Jeong Yeon-shin’s swordsmanship, which he had never seen before, he survived the battle.

In the world of top players, it was like giving up a player without suffering any losses. It is difficult to calculate the winning percentage easily.

‘There are soldiers who have mastered martial arts. We can’t handle them here.’

The boy slowly opened his lips.

“I decided to only know about Magwangiljo.”

“I will keep it quiet.”

Heonwonchang immediately closed his mouth. Even though Taeyeonryong, who knew nothing, hit his side and demanded to know through the telegram, he did not say anything.

Sogeom-hu and Gongsun-min also showed great interest. It seemed as if they were holding back on asking questions because of the strictness of the situation.

There was also a look of suspicion on Baek Seo-gun’s face.

“Tell me. What did I see wrong?”

“Go back to Simmu-ryeon and find out. That’s the business of the main lord.”

“My duty was to see your face.”

“It’s none of my business. Stop looting and go back. If you don’t follow me, half of the men you brought with you will be killed.”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju, still holding the sword, spoke quietly. It was a calm threat.

It was true that he even showed the scene of Shim Mu-ryeon and the Sword Master cutting off his hair while facing each other with their swords. He would never approach anyone with lies.

It was indeed so. The encirclement shook for a moment. Even though the expressions of the trained martial arts troops were stern, they could not hide their tremors.

You can kill Magwangikju. However, if this army suffers a blow that is equivalent to annihilation, your achievements will be meaningless.

Baek Seo-gun stared blankly at the boy for a moment.

She very slowly moved her lips away.

“You are clearly Jeong Dae-myeong’s son, but you don’t act like him. I want to know about your life.”

“I’m not curious about you anymore.”

“You, even at first glance, you’re not in perfect condition. How many days have you been running? Did you get here from Seobong-ro in one go?”

“… … .”

“Let’s take a break. Your sword is surprisingly sharp, but I don’t want to deal with a sagging sword.”

“Why are you doing this favor?”

“There is a kite in the Jeonggajang. It has been a long time since I abandoned it, but seeing you brings up a strange feeling. Are there any survivors?”

“does not exist.”

“You’re lying. That’s enough. We’ll figure it out later. Have you learned how to drink?”

“I don’t enjoy it.”

“What a pity. With such a refined body, even a moderate amount of poison would be effective. I guess they’ll just give you a little relief.”

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth rose. It was a meaningless smile.

“Come to think of it, I’ve never received alcohol from a direct descendant of the head of the household in my entire life.”

“… Are you talking about a masterpiece here?”

“For every drink you receive, I will spare one of you. Judging from the way you rush in without any consideration for the situation, it seems like you value your comrades. I will send them off one by one with my nickname. Keep your subordinates tied up here.”

It’s a conversation that’s hard to keep up with with common sense. They say there are many eccentric people and strange men in the world of martial arts. Yeongcheon Geomgwi was one of those people.

She had become a strange figure, even if you took away the facade of a mysterious master of the sword.

Growing up as a concubine in a rural family, she enjoyed all sorts of precious things and high power for a long time, and eventually her spirit became dull.

That is why I came to Hanjung after hearing rumors about Jeong Ga-jang and tracing Seomye’s whereabouts.

Even something that gave me a little inspiration couldn’t be easily overlooked.

Just like some of the government officials who passed the civil service examination in the countryside returned to their hometown after a long time and found peace.

A drinking party was created.

Two masters sat across from each other, one glass and one jug.

Two hundred people surrounded the main table. The widest hill in Chiljunghyeop was filled with a quiet crowd. There was a cool tension.

“You take it first.”

Baek Seo-gun wraps his long fingers around the bottle of liquor. It is his right hand that wields the sword.

As she looked at the boy with a faint smile, the boy’s eyes also took in her entire body.

The moment I grabbed the bottle of liquor, my little finger was the last to move. It would be the same when I grabbed a sword.

The weakest energy waves originate from the Sochong point next to the smooth nail of the thumb.

This means that the swordsman’s movements are free. When he is not wielding the sword, it seems like he is using a flashy sword.

The right arm, visible through the crimson sleeves, was also engraved into my sight. The muscles polished into graceful lines caught my eye.

The body of a very sharp-looking swordsman, with a slightly darker line of shadow running from the triceps to the extensor digitorum below the thumb.

The body itself is a sword. It is structured to optimize the fluidity of the sword.

It was worth bringing it to Jeonggadonggong and developing it further.

‘Let’s try to melt the secrets of the Sihwamugeuksu. With a beginner’s guide that resembles the whirlwind of the Chiljunghyeop.’

Since I started to create new swordsmanship.

The perspective changed once again. All things in the world were transformed by the inspiration of swordsmanship.

Just as a sword was placed in the widened Baekhoehyeol, it served as a source of nutrition for both people and nature.

The boy’s mind was constantly flashing with brain waves. If one were to discuss the divine powers with the original swordsmanship, one basic technique would not be enough.

Get stronger while sitting.

Young Ma Gwang-ik raised his glass in the sunset.