Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 185

Swordsman (8)

Jeongyeonshin’s thoughts flowed like lightning. Even though her hair was long and voluminous, her crown felt cool.

The wide open Baihuixue allowed countless thoughts to arise.

I had a gut feeling. If you take the sum too long, you will definitely lose. That’s what the upper-level tactician said.

The atmosphere of the crowd surrounding the large stage was similar. I glanced at it as I took my seat.

The expressions on the faces of the three leading figures in the Murim Myeongsuk clan were surprisingly calm.

After watching the twenty-three battles, it seemed as if he had made up his mind about the magic of the Magwangikju Island.

‘I know better.’

The opponent is a swordsman who is considered one of the best in the Hwasan faction, where the swordsmen reside.

It wasn’t because I was superior that I thought of the two sums. It was because I was inferior that I thought of them.

The forms of fighting were as numerous as the martial arts scattered throughout the world. The word “various” is correct.

In a world where there is a one-on-one match, it is not uncommon for hundreds of teams to struggle. I have heard that there are cases where people stay up all night with both external and internal skills.

‘The number of sword techniques that Geomjeol has practiced must be enormous. He must have mastered them all as deeply as his age.’

He said that it was on par with his margin before he lost his arm. The new black one is not an opponent that can fight for long.

This is because the years that have passed since the volcano faction’s peerless swordsmanship was developed are different.

As the level of Wuwei increases, the world you live in also expands. The round table where the great lords of Iphwangseong sit and the Wonpyeongilgeomjang make you feel it.

The black realm was so vast that I had never experienced it before. Just looking at the Volcanic Sword Heavenly Swordsman, it was clear.

“hmm.”

The figure of the middle-aged swordsman, with his eyes wide open, grew rapidly.

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju held the sword he had raised tightly. He closed the distance with a single leap of the divine spirit.

Hwaaaaak!

The strong wind blew hard across my face. The brief moment of rest was unusually long.

Before he could even take a step, Jeongyeonshin lowered his sword from the air. A long trail of light flashed from the blade and followed him down.

It was the nameless first sword, the sword of quick attack. It was polished by cutting down hundreds of Simmu-ryeon unmanned swords.

Wherever you throw it, it boosts your sword power. You can strike anywhere first.

A pressure resembling the Emperor’s sword pushed forward. It was accompanied by a downward sword strike.

Oh my!

A fierce spark flew. A violent vibration hit my hand. I almost missed the sword for a moment.

Even though the extremely fast sword was released freely, the Heavenly Sword Master in front of him blocked it by raising his sword horizontally.

The moment the Plum Blossom Sword Technique’s offensive was too late, it was immediately changed to a defensive technique.

The colorless flower buds that were typified between the two swords that were touching each other were scattered into pieces. It was a very skilled swordsmanship technique.

The situation became one of a swordsmanship contest. Jeong Yeon-shin, who had stepped on the ground, applied strength to the hand holding the sword handle.

The energy that flowed from the halo in his heart pushed away the ground along with the Yongcheon point on his soles.

The stage floor was slowly crumbling at the foot of the steps.

That was when.

Swish.

The Heavenly King slightly turned his foot. It was a subtle side step. The dirt was swept away under his white silk shoes.

A cloud of dust rose like vapor. Aerodynamic waves spread softly.

Thousand Island Plum Blossoms.

The swords that were facing each other twisted. With small steps, Jeongyeonshin’s sword power flowed out. The sight of her body turning around was as splendid as fluttering flower petals.

The swords of the Taoist and the boy each drew circles. The sunlight shone on the blades of their swords as they brushed past each other’s lapels.

It is a gathering of fierce swordsmen.

It was very natural, as if they had come together. At the same time, a wave of energy began to move from the feet of the Heavenly King.

The straight, rising figure resembled a plum tree trunk. The law of the law of the sea gipa tied the hem of his trousers and went up. It seemed as if he was putting strength into his lower body.

It was a moment. Before the opponent could launch the next sword attack, the Heavenly Sword Master’s sword quickly swung.

It was because the blade was running at an incredible speed. The Heavenly Swordsman’s sword strike rushed in horizontally. It was accompanied by the power of the air coming up from the foot.

Swish!

The first bite of the plum blossom butterfly dance caused a cold wind. Jeong Yeon-shin fell backwards as if lying down.

Iron Plate Bridge. My vision was filled with darkness. The sun passed by, sweeping black across the tip of my nose.

A portion of the boy’s black hair, which had not yet reached the ground, was cut off and scattered in an instant. The invisible energy surrounding the blade was as sharp as a divine sword.

‘The side is empty.’

The side of the Cheonjujinin is close. The boy’s eyes, which are bent back, flashed. He blows the light into the Yisahyeol (意舍穴) point on the spine.

The erector spinae muscles tightened with intense force. The movements of a master. He immediately raised his upper body.

While operating the kyujeol in the left fist, the third chapter of the Sihwamugeuksu moved along with the wind that swept past my ears. Kwonhwa.

Phew!

A wave of invisible energy blossomed from his fist. It rose up in a clump like a line of blooming flowers.

The force strikes the force, creating another wave and advancing forward. It was a close-range strike.

Kugu palace!

I met the left hand of the Heavenly King. The palm of his open hand folded and fell like a flower pattern.

A shock wave that lifted the sleeves, a vibration that shook the bones. It was a volcanic wave falling down method. He took out the light waves of the Kwonhwa one by one.

The internal energy of the union of the spirits of Jeonggi allowed him to strike half a speed faster than the boy. The afterimages of the fists were completely crushed.

My outstretched wrist hurts. It was completely different from the falling dragon technique I had seen on Yu-Hyeon’s hand when he was white.

The martial arts of Jeongjong, accumulated over many years as a master, were this solid.

“I remember that scroll. It looks like the main branch of Mumaek.”

The Heavenly Master said, while adding strength to the method.

thud!

The final blow resounded with a loud noise. The boy’s new form slid backwards as the fists clashed repeatedly.

Her jet-black hair and the hem of her clothes flutter in reaction.

A distance was created between the masters. The dust that rose from the ground gently touched the silence.

Soon people responded. The watchtower and the stands were filled with people.

“… Kyungpa came all the way here and his face was like that. I didn’t even see anything.”

“Are they really people?”

“They are the best of the old school and the new school. They have already taken off their human skins… …!”

The crowd watching the competition in the ascending realm cannot hide their shock.

It was a fight that was hard to see even if you spent your entire life traveling around the Central Plains. However, the eyes of the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju were cold and sank.

This is your sum.

For the first time.

The boy failed in the short battle. The Volcanic Sword is a perfect swordsman.

The wall of the old school that they faced properly was as high as their sense of chivalry. It was said that martial arts and the Way were combined and called the Way of Mu.

It was a martial art with a different depth and texture than Sega.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt it from the moment she stepped onto the stage. Looking at the posture of the Heavenly Swordsman holding the sword, she sensed a dense and intense wave of energy.

His overall strength was nothing compared to that of the best swordsmen in the old school. That was still the case.

It’s not strange. The head of the plum blossom inspectors had such a hierarchy. It was recognized from generation to generation for hundreds of years.

As the face of the Hwasan faction, he acted as a fierce swordsman to many martial artists. In the current martial arts world, he was the equal of Naraksal Majin.

The unrivaled swordsman of Samhwachwijeong.

There is a big difference in their age. Unlike the boy, he has achieved the union of Jeonggi and Shin.

It is a realm where the body, internal energy, and the spirituality of the upper abdomen are harmonized and tied together. It is said to be a realm where true energy moves simultaneously with thoughts.

The majority of the black ones have reached the upper level. The strength of the upper body was different from that of the extremely large Jeongyeonshin.

The only thing special about him was that he was a boy wearing black robes and a sword.

When the opponent is at the level of Daehwasan’s swordsman, it is natural that the level of martial arts will be divided.

The leader of the Menghui clearly disliked the old school. However, he seemed to fully acknowledge its power.

Just looking at the fact that he was deployed at the back to block Magwangikju in the Gaepa Battle, it was like that.

Even the gamblers who gathered in Hanjung know that the power of Jeongjong Mu-maek, accumulated over hundreds of years, is terrifyingly strong.

Rather, Jeong Yeon-shin felt puzzled. Originally, she should have been pushed back even further.

If the Heavenly King has the weapons that are visible to the eye, then he is still a difficult opponent to deal with.

However, the Nakyeongjangbeop could not penetrate the Shihwamugeuksu of the Gwangryungi. Although there was no sign of saving strength, at first glance, it felt like they were equal.

‘You were injured from the start.’

The boy thought. Nothing else came to mind. He had discovered something that no one had noticed.

Naturally, a question arose. When and what kind of opponent did he meet?

Perhaps noticing the mood, Cheon Ju-jin opened his mouth.

“You and I are equal. The conditions are the same. The only thing that remains is a contest of skill.”

“… … .”

As a master, only the magician who mixed the magic directly with his own hands would understand this.

In the black area.

Jeongyeonshin’s years were short, and Cheonjujinin was in a state of internal injury.

So they are equal, said the sage Cheon Ju-jin.

The way he held the sword tightly seemed to indicate that he really thought that way. The temperament of the Old School Sect was this dignified.

The people surrounding the stage held their breath and watched the confrontation between the two masters.

Those with broad knowledge and those with narrow knowledge, martial artists who have practiced their martial arts to the highest level and commoners who do not know even a second of knowledge.

It was a sight that no one would ever see again in their lifetime. Only the senior members of Sega had their deep colored eyes shining.

Jegal Gaju, who had been staring at the stage with his eyes gleaming, opened his mouth.

“The power of the Demonic Sword Master is stronger than I thought. I didn’t know that he could stand up to the internal energy of the Heavenly King. He is a master with extraordinary swordsmanship even without learning the Jangmun direct lineage’s Jashin energy.”

“It’s okay. The swordsmanship of the Volcanic Sword is truly legendary. The Magic Sword Master won’t be able to handle it for long.”

Mo Yonggaju also answered with a glare in his eyes. They did not look at each other.

The head of the Murong family, Zhuge Liang, who had been activating the Anbeop Secret Technique, continued speaking.

“Magwangikju’s first swordsmanship was so exquisite that even the head of the household was surprised. He quickly adjusted the distance between the swords. It was a first swordsmanship that was beyond my knowledge. However, he did not continue the flow and used the second swordsmanship as a long sword… … .”

“That means he doesn’t have many swords like that. That boy’s swordsmanship is very shallow. It doesn’t match the thickness of the famous swordsmanship. The swordsmanship that can respond to any variable and even cover close combat is something that is accumulated over time. If that kid doesn’t avoid a fight and confronts someone, he will lose within five strikes. If he avoids, he will lose his honor.”

There was a certain confidence in the thick voice of Murong Jiaju. Zhuge Jiaju nodded.

“It’s time to fall. It won’t be the turn of the first-class. Since he showed off his skills to the world at that age, I think it’s safe to say that Iphwangseong has achieved his desired results. It’s already a loss for Bonmyeong.”

“How could the Great Hwandan not fall into the hands of the royal guard dogs?”

“Cheong-ah, you can quit your job.”

Zhuge Liang spoke. Zhuge Qing’er, who was sitting behind him, held his breath.

The same was true of the fingers that anxiously stroked her long, black hair.

The ends of her neatly combed black hair swayed.

“I am still disappointed. With all that effort, I still haven’t found anything. If the appearance of the secret weapon hadn’t been like that, I would have been very shocked. What a shame.”

“… … I’m sorry.”

The girl answered quietly.

Ye So-jeo, who was sitting in a corner, didn’t even pay attention to them. Her red eyes, hidden by a white blindfold, only focused on the stage.

She ran her white fingers down her cheek, sending a message to the lady next to her.

-How much does it cost to break that?

– I don’t think it’s a money issue.

―My ancestral rites officer was making a new sword. This old seat is nothing. What good is it when I’m so excited? Did you buy some of that crap?

―You are talking under the table. However, if you do not respond, you may need a budget that is beyond the limit. This is something that should be avoided. If you spend more money than this, the relationship between the school and the Yega will be… … .

-Okay. Get some thick cloth ready. I’ll be next to Taesa now.

While everyone was talking about all sorts of things, Jeong Yeon-shin and Cheon Ju-jin continued their conversation.

They spoke while measuring the distance between them, holding their swords down. The two walked quietly in a large circle.

“I told you that Margin would be fine. Now that we’ve crossed swords, I can see it. You have a grudge. You’ve hidden it deep in your palm. However, I regret that I cannot yield.”

“… … .”

“It was something that all the old factions could not do without at the meeting. Things that were done in the name of the Jeongpa martial arts world could not be done indiscriminately. That is why the Jangmunin sent me down.”

To keep Sega in check.

The Catholic Church had a cause that it carried with it.

If the formation of the Murim Alliance was inevitable, it was necessary to properly guide the direction in which the power would move.

This was only possible if the old guard won in front of everyone.

“This body will treat you with respect and not let its guard down.”

A refreshing voice rang out. It made his middle age seem insignificant. That meant that his internal energy was incredibly pure.

Swish.

The Heavenly King raised the long sword in his hand. His footsteps stopped.

From the long sword blade, invisible waves of energy formed like flower buds. It was as if the sharp internal energy was being released indefinitely.

The foreshadowing of the swordsmanship is beautiful. It is so noble that it feels like sorcery.

“Dark fragrance, floating flowers!”

It was clearly a shout mixed with exclamation. It was from the leadership of the Menghui. It seemed as if one person had blurted out the name of a herbivore without thinking.

It means a well-known sword. I remember hearing from Jeongyeonshindo. There is a sword that runs through all the secrets of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique.

After discussing swords with the nearby Jongnam faction, they each came to possess a peerless sword.

The boy silently looked at the Heavenly King who had taken the form of a knight. The internal energy of the Volcanic Sword was used incredibly quickly.

The opportunity to block the casting passed in an instant. As soon as the momentum was gained, the sword was completed.

“Come in. This is the secret mission of the Baekdo Jeongpa.”

The Catholic priest spoke quietly.

The world is not easy. That’s what the youngest blacksmith felt.

Each had a clear position. It was a place where legitimate causes clashed.

Unlike Shaolin and shamans, the Hwasan faction actively intervened in the secular world. They did not pursue materialism, but only cared about the stability of the people’s lives.

They were considered to be the strongest among the old guard, and yet they were still like that. They deserved to be respected. No one could say anything.

But the same would apply to the boy who wanted to take care of his grandfather’s body.

The heart of the grandson, who did not know the love of blood relatives, was just as pure as theirs.

‘I want to live happily.’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt the world as she faced the sword. The upper part of her head was in communion with Mother Nature.

A single strand of indifferent providence struck the crown of the head, causing the world of Fengjin to look back on itself once again.

That sky.

After taking his life away from him, he threw his talents at him as if he were doing good deeds.

When he tried to get his lifeline back, he took his uncle’s arm. He also tried to take his grandfather’s life. That’s how it was in the world of martial arts.

Even the old school figures who swing their swords with chivalry are blocking the way. This is because the interests of the martial arts world are intertwined.

The stormy boy hated his turbulent life. There were times when the world he had to face in order to survive became too difficult.

That’s why I named my deep energy the Neungbeop. It was to make it a little easier and to live a little longer.

Woof.

The feelings that began to form in both hands at that moment were no different. They were thoughts that had been woven into a single line.

The pure thought became a knot and resonated through every vein in his body.

Even if all the inviolable laws of the universe bind my head, I will always transcend them.

The boy thought to himself. Towards the sky, with arrogance that had never felt any limits in creating martial arts.

-Don’t stop me.

I muttered to myself, thinking of my grandfather who had blue flames all over his body.

That whisper.

A radiance bloomed in my head. It was a flower bud created by light.

Just as Geomjeol had guessed Jeongyeonshin’s state of mind, the boy also felt a sharp wave from Geomjeol’s plum blossom sword.

Beyond that, the blue flame that my grandfather had burned while sacrificing his life gleamed.

Swish.

He held the Bukmyeong sword in both hands and held it up in front of his eyes. A long exhalation flowed down the blade, forming white lines up and down.

A halo of light from the Dharma Wheel of Dharma leaked out dimly from his breath.

The boy licked his lips. I hope my steps in Kangho won’t stop.

It was the moment when the young grandmaster made a wish for a single sword.

Woof!

A flower of light bloomed in my mind. A trail of brilliance appeared in the upper chamber.

The ultimate thought is transformed into a divine nature. It is called spirituality.

Something that transformed the soft iron ingot into an unbreakable divine sword flowed from my head, through the meridians on both arms, and to the No-gung points on both palms.

Auspicious spirituality was superimposed on the flow of true energy.

“hmm……!”

The Cheonju Jin-in who had been waiting for the boy was silent. The swordsmanship was dazzling even with just the energy wave.

A wave that touches the senses announces the birth of a sword that has never been seen before.

The mystery of the world’s martial arts world. The exclusive possession of the great master who opened the heavens.

It was the moment when the ritual of holding the divine power was in motion. The Heavenly King, who felt that his momentum had reached its peak, emerged.

It was a transverse attack accompanied by a sciatic nerve injury.

A shock wave of true energy silently exploded from the Yongcheon point on the sole of his foot, and the white uniform of the Hwasanpa scattered forward like a faint fragrance.

Woohoo!

The trajectory of the Heavenly Sword’s sword cut through the wind. A translucent wave of sword strikes rose like a cloud.

The colorless buds of the true energy bloom on the blade. The volcanic rock incense burner.

The essence of the Plum Blossom Sword Technique was revealed along with dozens of sharp sword lights. The sword strike, which was clearly in the realm of a master, rushed towards Jeong Yeon-shin.

Kwaaak―!

The aftereffects of the career instantly engulfed the upper body. A gasp erupted from the audience.

Yes, So-Jeo shook off Ye-Ga-Ju’s hand and stood up toward the stage.

At that time, the boy was moving the sword that came to his mind with both hands. It was a double-wielded sword.

Before I knew it, the blue-tinged Bukmyeonggeom was moving.

An illusion arose as if a series of black sleeves were connected. A transparent aura surrounded the arm that extended along with the sword.

It was the third step of the nameless sword technique. A single line of light was engraved on the dark incense burner. It cut through completely.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

The vibration in my hand was tremendous. It felt like my palm was going to tear. The sound of the sword that deafened my ears was also incredibly loud.

He extended his sword without paying attention to the boy. He swung it neatly, but strongly.

He avoided the sword’s power, shattered the flower buds of the light wave, and crushed the sword paths that continued to extend.

The trajectory of the Bukmyeong sword continued in a single line. It was a moment. Finally, the sigh of the Hwasan sword reached the sword climax.

A dull sensation was felt along the blade. I immediately relaxed the strength in my hand.

The waves of swordsmanship surrounding both arms scatter like leaves.

within.

The plum blossom clouds of the Amhyangbu Donghwa slowly settled.

“Ugh!”

It was off-stage. Someone let out a muffled gasp.

The fighting stopped.

The front of Jeongyeonshin’s dress was cut off significantly and reached down to her waist. The black long robe and the inner top were almost completely removed.

Two sword lines were carved into the strong chest muscles.

Because it was cut so thinly, it seemed like it would heal quickly, but blood was clearly flowing down the torn abdominal muscles.

The hems of his black uniform’s trousers were dyed even darker.

The uniform of the Heavenly Swordsman who was holding the sword was clean. Only the white collar was torn and tattered.

However, the boy’s sword was draped over the nape of his neck above that spot. It looked like he had been subdued by the master’s swordsmanship. This meant that the swordsmanship was precise.

After silently looking at the boy for a moment, Cheon Ju-jin opened his mouth. His eyes were as sunken as an abyss.

“There was an unfamiliar air in the solemn gesture. I know that you created that sword here. With a single sword, I came to understand the determination of the margin.”

“… … .”

“What is the name of the herbivore? Or, if there isn’t one yet… … .”

“Blue flame solar eclipse.”

Young Ma Gwang-ik-ju opened his lips while holding the sword.

“There is nothing else.”

“… … .”

The wind blows along with the silence in the room. The boy, Daeju, closes his eyes and exposes his upper body.

The hair that brushed the bare skin of her shoulders swayed carelessly.