Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 181

Swordsman (4)

All the soldiers who participated in the Gaepa War were called one group.

It was a remark made at the first sign of the truth. It was a speech and action that was hard to come across in the political world.

There are few battles with as many variables as a fight between two masters.

In a short-term battle, luck must be on your side, including the state of your martial arts skills and acupuncture points.

In reality, not all fights will end in a single fight.

However, Ma Gwang-ik-ju showed his black sword with a single sword. No one could say anything to the words he blurted out.

“… … .”

The silence that Magwangikju Island presented was deep.

There was a moment when the audience was silent, and the gentle breeze blowing unrelated to human affairs felt strange.

It was a silence that was not easily broken. It was the same even though it was a place where many people with high status throughout the vast world were gathered.

Damn it.

Next to the flagpole that Iphwangdaehyeop Heonwonchang had planted, the hem of his black clothes moved slightly.

Seomye, wearing a pitch-black robe, lowered her eyelids slightly while carrying a backpack behind her back. She was under the white fluttering flag of the Yellow Flag.

in the end.

His outstanding appearance, strength, and dignity were admirable. A murmur of voices began to flow from all over.

“What an extraordinary appearance. Is there a boy like that in the world of martial arts?”

“They say that the Volcano Sect’s greatest rival is the former Ma Guang Ikju. If he has the black color of the Imperial Star, he can be compared to the immortals of the Old Sect in martial arts. He is someone that is hard to come by even once in your lifetime. Are there even a hundred of them in the vast world of the Old Sect?”

“At that age… … I can’t believe it even after seeing it!”

There were nearly a thousand people looking at the boy from all sides, with faces of amazement, or blankness, or disbelief.

It is a world where even those living in remote areas have difficulty accessing outside news immediately.

The Western world was rare, and the Western spirits raised by the nobility were only used by a very small number of families.

It was a time when people heard rumors from the public. Beliefs about the various organizational systems in the world were also in disarray.

Even if a young boy wears a black robe, it is difficult to feel the martial arts skills until you witness them firsthand.

“Isn’t this a sword that is difficult to surpass with elixirs? It has a level of sophistication that is hard to measure.”

“I heard a rumor that you were famous in Sacheon… … .”

Even those who saw the island scenery at Namjikrye Cheongya Valley, even if only a small number, felt the same way.

It hasn’t even been a year since I faced off against Namgung Mi, the owner of Changnyeonghwaju, and Namgung Sogaju, the owner of Cheonggirin.

It’s only been a few months. It’s a rise in the level of martial arts that doesn’t make sense.

A swordsman muttered among the crowd. Had he lived in the Peach Blossom Land where time had stopped for over ten years?

“Go down.”

Seomye Jeongyeonsin spoke. She was speaking to Seopwooncheol, who was standing there with disheveled hair.

The eyes of the swordsman Seop Woon-cheol no longer had the same light as before. It seemed as if his soul had flown away along with his hair.

It seems that there is no intention to raise an objection to the one-on-one match.

In front of him, as a non-combatant party, I couldn’t understand what kind of feeling the sword of Magwangikju gave me.

“True martial arts… … .”

Seop Woon-cheol slowly opened his mouth.

“Thank you for spreading it out.”

He raised his left and right hands, both holding the sword, and overlapped them. It was a fist that was slightly turned to the side because it was held with the sword.

The blade that passed through Seopuncheol’s nape scattered the light.

It is a custom that the noble families of the late Yuan Dynasty changed to their own style during wartime, and in today’s martial arts world, it is used to express that one is particularly satisfied with a martial art.

The boy’s eyes widened slightly.

When we first met, I saw greed in his face. I thought he was just another member of the crowd like other Sega.

It was different now. His posture and face were neat.

When it comes to martial arts, can anyone in the Jeongpa Gangho have the same expression as the last Qing Qilin?

“Take care of your physical strength. I wish you good luck.”

Damn it.

After a short conversation, the swordsman Seop Woon-cheol turns around. He didn’t wait for the example of Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

He walked down from the stage with his sword, as if he was ashamed of his previous behavior.

I have heard that there are often cases where a lower class person awakens a bit of martial arts from a master and experiences a change in body and mind.

Jeongyeon Shin became curious.

What did that unmanned man named Seop Woon-cheol see in the trajectory of the nameless swordsmanship that he himself was not familiar with?

‘It doesn’t seem like hypocrisy.’

There may be another chance to see him. Warmth emanated from the Baekhoehyeol, where spirituality was planted in the upper abdomen.

It seemed like he was talking to the owner of the body for a moment. That it might be a good relationship.

I looked around.

He scanned the crowd of unmanned people, merchants, signboards, powerless commoners, and beggars sitting around the stage.

Masters were also seen standing or hanging on the watchtowers lined up in all directions, each with their own unique appearance.

Those who live in perfect time.

I have never seen such a crowd in one glance.

The boy’s eyes, sweeping the floor, sank. The faces in his field of vision each revealed their own expressions.

The envy and admiration of strangers flashed through my vision and struck me as a sense of superiority.

‘So many people live for fifty years, live for a hundred years… … .’

Praise is burdensome. Jealousy is funny.

The response to the qualities of the unmanned Jeongyeonshin is like a mantra that makes one realize life.

Rather, the boy had the deepest inferiority complex.

What would it be like to live a life far from the edge of a cliff? Even though it is a world where not many people live out their lives…

Jeongyeon Shin blinked her eyes once. She closed them deeply and then opened them.

“… This Lord will not rest until the sun sets. The next warrior shall come in.”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju said, raising his eyelashes.

He looked very dignified as he stood on the stage and straightened his back. A gust of wind flowed out from his entire body.

The new wind began to caress the hem of the black clothes without stopping.

Even though it seemed as if it was not moving at all, many of the unmanned personnel flinched at the ripples in the nerves of the moving body.

I know this even without meeting him directly. Anyone can see that he is a rising star.

The boy, who had swallowed his feelings, took his place as a black-faced man.

The crowd’s expression changed.

Now, even the excitement is palpable. The atmosphere has become festive.

Originally, the Iphwangseong faction was a Daebang faction that enjoyed stronger public support than the old faction.

Unless they were related to the Menghui, there were few people who would be reluctant to see the young lord of Iphwangseong acting so proudly.

“This is Sojun.”

The Yeoju Ilhyeop came first. That was the way it should have been. The acting military commander, Jegalcheon, went under the canopy of the leader of the Menghui.

A thick shadow engulfed the middle-aged man, but their gaze was fixed solely on the stage.

Jeongyeon Shin stared blankly at Yeoju Ilhyeop Sojun.

A middle-aged man can’t hide his look of defeat. Yeo Ju-il and Ma Gwang-ik.

I had seen the boy up close as he exchanged swords with Seop Woon-cheol. It seemed like he had a clear understanding of the martial arts.

But it was not something I could back down from.

Sojun politely offered his winning ticket. It was a gesture befitting of a Jeongjong warrior. If he were a mid-level master of the Jeongpa martial arts world, he would be a person that most would respect.

“I was born in Yeoju, Shaanxi Province, and trained at the Ilwon Martial Arts Academy of the Kunlun Secular Family. I am a junior soldier who has only vaguely learned the Kunlun School’s collateral martial arts lineage.”

“I’m from Shinya-hyeon in Hanam. I inherited the Iphwangseong Magwanggyeol lineage.”

The boy responded briefly.

No more information was provided than was necessary.

Rather than confirming that the mainly soft ones are the Dokmun martial arts, it is better to let them wander around looking for the destruction method of the martial arts that did not exist originally.

Among the forty or more mid-level masters you will have to deal with in the future are Ungajeilkwon and Hwasangeomjeol.

It was a nickname I had heard before the Jeong family was destroyed. It had a great reputation. It was said to be comparable to the Ip Hwang Seong Black.

The Volcanic Sword Jeol Cheonju Jinin was Majin’s rival.

If a first-time major player from Ip Hwang-seong wants to have a chance against a mid-level veteran from the old school, he will have to elevate his innate sense to the limit.

‘The key is how little of your true martial arts you reveal before reaching them.’

To do so, we must go through an overwhelming process.

The boy stared ahead. Yeoju Ilhyeop Sowoon was approaching him with strange footwork.

Bam. Bam.

There was something that changed every time my heel touched the ground. It was the direction of the wave. The dirt was scattered at my feet.

The waves that spread due to the aerodynamic force were strange. They swayed mysteriously.

It seemed to say that he could step in any direction and extend his sword anywhere.

Before the demise of the Kunlun sect, it was an old school. Everyone knows this. If it was a martial art that branched off from the Kunlun sect, it would be a technique that would be hard to underestimate.

The moment when the true energy was properly charged into the irregular footsteps was crucial. A fatal blow would come with the sword strike.

Percussion!

A faint wind swept across the stage floor. The audience also watched the match with bated breath.

Hwaaaaak!

The moment Yeoju Ilhyeop Sojun’s eyes flashed with a light, the accumulated light waves from the unknown Kunlun method transformed into an immense driving force.

A white cloud of dust rose from the stage and enveloped the surroundings. The new shape reflected in Jeongyeonshin’s vision grew rapidly in size.

Before I knew it, I was even drawing my sword. I had properly recorded Boshin Gyeong’s career.

The term ‘mid-level expert’ is correct. It should be seen that he had a sense of dignity in his blue uniform.

‘Next chapter.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought about the Baek Baek General Commentary.

While keeping the Yeoju Ilhyeop’s secret method in mind, I slowly took a step forward. The opponent was about to step diagonally in front of me.

I drew a complex line in my head about the path and direction of the waves that Sojun’s legs would create.

It is a prediction area that breaks down the Bagua direction into small pieces, but the Baekhoe point at the crown of the head and the upper tian below it were calm.

Only a single footprint was left on the calm waters of the mind.

Damn it.

I stepped on it. I was energizing the Yanggu and Seulyang Pass of the leg joints.

Below the thigh muscles that were clearly divided into the pants, the gastrocnemius muscles on both sides of the knees were slightly relaxed.

It is a lower body movement. The principles of the new method of wind god are mixed with the method of protection.

Swish!

Sojun, his mouth twisted in shock, passes by. The decisive blow was rendered useless in one step.

The strong wind of the waves was strong. The black sleeves of the Magwangikju were long and rose up.

The boy didn’t just leave it alone. As if it was nothing, he grabbed Yeo Ju-il’s nape with his hand that was stretched out behind him.

Her hair was short. I could feel the pulse on the back of her neck beating rapidly through my hand. She seemed extremely surprised.

‘Return.’

The energy was injected into the Laogunghyeol (勞宮穴) and Sobuhyeol (少府穴) points on the palm.

Without even looking, he grabbed Sojun by the back of his neck. The aerodynamic current from his heart spiraled out. Sojun flinched.

After Ma Gwang-ik-ju entered the main gate of the Murim Alliance, Gwangpung came to collect rumors about the island’s Jeong Yeon-shin.

The fight that took place publicly in Cheongya Valley is now known in detail to most of the Menghui.

The name and power of the incredible technique that the Blue Kirin Namgung Sejin gave him.

“I lost!”

Sojun shouted with his back turned. The boy immediately took his hand away.

It was enough to save the face of the Murim Alliance. It was one step closer to completing the mission.

The crowd reacted immediately. This time, it wasn’t silence.

As if they had finally remembered their original purpose of coming to enjoy the Murim Alliance Opening Ceremony, cheers began to erupt from all over.

The roar of hundreds of people spread like wildfire.

“You’re making a scene in the land of Korea and China!”

“Wasn’t it just a moment ago? It was a step and a move!”

“There’s no such thing as a separate person… …? If it’s a person of the highest rank, then even your father will be more than satisfied with the marriage…”

Overwhelming force has a way of stirring up the spirits of the masses. The heat was intense.

It was to the point where it wouldn’t be noticeable even if a few people disappeared from the stands.

In the empty seat, the precious Jade Leaf of the Ye clan sat proudly. However, no one was paying attention.

Even the greetings between Yeoju Il-hyeop and Ma Gwang-ik-ju were consumed by the commotion.

“I saw the light in your eyes. It felt like my body was being sucked in. This little cow is expressing its gratitude. Thank you for taking it seriously.”

“It was a mysterious footwork. It broadened my horizons.”

The boy said. Sojun, who was holding the lottery ticket, blinked once and then burst into laughter.

“It is an honor.”

Did he take it as a compliment? Jeong Yeon-shin was sincere. Another page was filled in the inner Pa Baek-chong-ram.

If you keep building up like this, you might be able to create the third sword of the nameless sword technique before you face the sword master.

If you have more than three types of swords, you can call it a single flow, a single sword technique.

That is when the season of Magwangikju’s name is born.

“Come up again.”

The boy said.

The cheers grew louder. The four-day war of attrition entered a completely new phase.

* * *

The next day.

A meeting of the leaders of the Murim Alliance was held.

The number of people reached thirty. Considering the upper echelons of the martial arts world, it was a very large number of people in attendance.

The heads of the three clans and their successors, as well as the heads of the Ye clan and their nephews, were also present.