Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 192

Destiny (7)

Silence reigned. A great shock spread.

From the grandstands that can accommodate nearly a thousand people to the watchtowers where skilled warriors are stationed.

At this moment, it seemed that not many people realized that the Gaepa War was over.

But it was only for a moment. Cheers erupted from the mouths of those who did not know the truth.

Waaaa …

“The young master will definitely do it!”

“As I live, I get to witness strange sights! Isn’t it truly admirable!”

“How many of the famous Baekdo Jeongpa’s unmanned forces are there… … .”

The crowd had no idea what was happening. Only a few experts could guess the means.

However, because he has extensive knowledge and great insight, there are things that are hard to believe. The scene that just unfolded before my eyes was one such example.

“At the time of the attack, Kwon Mu-gong’s internal energy barrier was intact.”

“Is it possible for me to break through the self-defense technique of the first-class swordsman?”

“The operation of the true energy is already at the level of a thousand-armed being. I can’t even imagine how many directions a single line of energy can move. It’s like using a point as a plane and applying multiple rotations… … Even as I speak, it’s hard to believe. That the entire battle of energy could be brought about in such detail at that moment?”

“It doesn’t make sense to properly capture the timing of the strike. It’s not like the calculations have reached the realm of foresight.”

“At that age, he was a black man with a yellow face. There must have been a reason for his appointment… … .”

“Kwon Moo-gong’s carelessness was severe. Ma Gwang-ik-ju was clearly at a disadvantage, but while she was struggling, that boy had already prepared the starting point for an attack. He was a fighter with timeless talent. He shouldn’t have given her time.”

“Qualities that can turn the tide of martial arts… truly amazing.”

The crowd that filled the stands reached a thousand people. There were masters who came out to drink, regardless of the meeting.

The masters of the Bangpa faction, including the Muin of Jeongsaji and those who had not joined the Murim Alliance, had an interesting discussion about martial arts.

There was admiration for the new Ma Gwang-ik-ju at the base. There were also people who had strange expressions because they did not welcome the strength of Ip Hwang-seong.

“The scale of the alliance is unprecedented, so I thought that even the imperial court would be at a standstill for a while… … I don’t know what will happen to the martial arts world in the future.”

“As a martial arts alliance, there are only two paths to choose from. Either be more assertive in saving face, or seek reconciliation with Iphwangseong.”

“Peace. Ip Hwang-seong is a big bang that doesn’t know how to negotiate. Wouldn’t it be difficult unless they send at least some hostages?”

“You might want to consider a marriage alliance. It’s a common method used in Sega. If a black-level key figure and a key figure of the alliance are united, it might be different.”

“I don’t think Maenghoe will be in that much of a sorry state… … but we’ll have to wait and see. The chaos caused by that Magwangikju will continue on a considerable scale.”

Meanwhile, the commander’s barracks, covered with a gorgeous white canopy, were quiet.

“… … .”

No one dared to open their mouths. They just looked at the faces of the three lords and the Myungsuks who represented the head of the breakwater.

The noble Zhuge Liang was silent, his face covered by a white crane with a blue silk brocade.

His snow-white robe and snow-white skin gave him an unusually cool disposition.

Rather than shallow anger, it seemed like a meditation on the absolute that came from not being able to resolve things.

The Murim Alliance’s Gaepadae War became the stage for Iphwangseong’s propaganda.

The new leader showed off his prowess in the midst of the battle. He ended up winning the Gaepa War.

Nothing that Magwangikju Seomye has attempted so far has been guaranteed success or victory.

A request to defeat the secluded Youngcheon Sword Demon, and a fight with Unga Jeil Kwon, who has been taught the destruction method of the Seomye Martial Arts.

The reason for tolerating the performance of the young master and setting up a fight was in vain. The match was in trouble from the start.

“Just give them the Daehwandan and send them away. It wasn’t ours anyway.”

A middle-aged swordsman with sharp eyes opened his mouth. He was the first swordsman of Liaodong, Murong Gaju, wearing a deep pink robe.

“The longer that guy stays, the more bad luck there seems to be in Hanzhong. The eyes of the entire Gangho are focused on this place, so the heads of the households and elders can’t do anything. The only answer is to send him away.”

“… … .”

“Many of those sent by Jegalgaju to plot a sabotage plan have become friends with Ma Gwang-ikju. It would be right to get rid of them before they gain popularity in Baekdo. I heard that they have a gentle personality, unlike their arrogant behavior on stage. That’s fortunate. If the guy who won the Gaepa War and gained the recognition of the main force digs into this area, it will be very difficult to hide the fact that they are hiding something.”

He was a blunt speaker. He was the only person who spoke his mind in front of the Zhuge family.

It was a story about the relationship between Sim Mu-ryeon and the dead branch chief. It was the only remaining source of anxiety after the end of the Gaepa War.

Jegal Gaju nodded silently. There was contempt in his eyes as he stared at the fallen Eonhwaryeon.

The martial artists of the Unga were approaching her, avoiding the magic wand.

Blood flowed out of the mouth of Unhwaryeon, whose heartbeat had ruptured. On one side, Ma Gwang-ik-ju Seomye stood holding a flag amidst the cheers of the crowd.

At this moment, the boy was at the center of the world. That was it for now.

Murong Gaju glanced at them and turned his gaze towards the audience seats.

The subordinates of Ma Gwang-ik, who had previously criticized Unhwaryeon, were cheering.

“That guy.”

There was a cold aura in Murong Jia Zhu’s eyes.

“It looks familiar. Aside from this incident, there was something bothering me. I don’t know where I’ve seen it before. It doesn’t seem like a good relationship.”

“He is a worthless rascal. Judging from his conduct, he seems to be of humble origins.”

He was sitting next to me. Mo Yong Myeongjun, wearing a light pink uniform, spoke. He followed his father’s gaze and glared at Heonwonchang. He continued speaking slowly.

“He is more like a bum with nothing to say. His actions are… .”

He closed his mouth as he spoke. He examined Heonwonchang with the eye technique he had obtained from the tomb of an unknown Heavenly Demon.

A strange feeling stopped me from confirming my statement. It was different from Ma Guang Yi Zhu, who was difficult to measure to Mo Yong Ming Jun’s level.

Even though what was clearly visible to the eye was all there was, it seemed as if Anbeop Jeolhak was telling him to look more closely.

“You didn’t cook it carelessly.”

The Murong family leader glanced at his son and said.

“Even among the envoys of the Emperor’s palace, there was a particularly strong sense of hostility. Keep an eye on him until Magwangikju leaves.”

“……yes.”

Mo Yong-myeong-jun lowers his head slightly.

The two most important pillars of the Menghui were adults who were authoritative like this. Both the Murong Clan and the Zhuge Clan were like this.

The later successors who had the right of succession had no choice but to submit to the head of the family.

Even Murong Mingjun was competing for rank with his older sister, who was protecting the main house.

Recently, because he brought in a famous family as his son-in-law, the power of the eldest daughter of Murong Ce has grown stronger.

The noble clan’s figure was a man of great ability who possessed the secret of making his family’s soil fertile during a famine.

‘I have to make a contribution.’

One’s own face is the face of one’s father. That’s how the later generations of noble families were trained. They could not harm the dignity with reckless words or actions.

“I will closely examine it together with Magwangikju.”

Mo Yong-myeong-jun spoke again.

Murong Gaju, who indifferently overlooked the scene, spoke on behalf of Zhuge Gaju.

“Anyway, let’s finish the remaining meals within two days. Only Geomseong will be disappointed.”

The crowd did not leave. They chattered and made a lot of noise in the clear sunlight.

This was because the leader of the Menghui, who was confident of the victory of the first group, took the lead in announcing the order of events.

The sword fight between the Sword Master and the Magic Wand Master was scheduled for tomorrow, but today’s last event remained.

The Murim Alliance Opening Ceremony was a festival that had been widely known for a long time. It attracted a lot of attention as it was visited all over Central Plains.

It had been said in advance that the Shaolin Temple’s Great Seal would be given away. Many people gathered, hoping to catch a whiff of the scent of the Seal that was given to the conqueror.

“That’s… … .”

“The elixir of eternity is contained within it.”

“Don’t you think the air has become clearer?”

People are gossiping.

The place where Unhwaryeon left after being carried by the masters of Jinju Unga.

The commander of the Murim Alliance’s military forces came up onto the stage. The hem of his clothes, filled with pure white sunlight, fluttered long.

Yes, the young lady was holding an antique wooden box in both her hands.

Sabak.

He approached Jeongyeonshin with light steps. The boy who had lowered the flag askew silently stared at Ye Sojeo.

The moment Magwangikju’s black robe was swept away by the transparent autumn wind, the two people stood facing each other.

“It’s a great transformation.”

She licked her lips.

“I checked and it is authentic.”

“okay.”

The boy said, looking at the wooden box the young lady was holding in both hands.

The fruits of spending a considerable amount of time in the blind were there. The achievements were sufficient. All that remained was the protection of my maternal grandfather.

Swish.

When he received the wooden box, the two hands lightly brushed against each other on the lower side. A soft touch touched the side of Jeongyeonshin’s fingers.

The fingertips were beautiful, not like those of an unmanned person. Even though the gait was quite skillful, it was still like that.

She said playfully.

“Greetings, young lord.”

“thanks.”

The boy answered. Because of the dragon Zhuge Xuan, Gongsun Min, Xiao Jianhou, and Tian Zhu Jinren, he no longer had any prejudice against the people of the Menghui.

It was different from other famous people. Even now, there is a feeling flowing in that makes the upper part of the body melt.

Yes, Sojo’s kindness was pure. She was a consistent character from the first time we met until now.

‘I don’t know what’s on your mind, but I feel like I should return the favor.’

Jeongyeon Shin opened her lips calmly. She thought about the people she had met.

In addition to the aforementioned Zhuge Xuan and Gongsun Min, he also planned to invite Cheonju Jinren and Liu Xuan, as well as Xiao Jianhou.

“If you come to Yunhyangwon before you leave, I’ll treat you to some dragon tea. I’ve prepared a lot.”

The boy said.

moment.

Yes, the young lady’s exhalation became deep for a moment. Her lips, as red as ruby, rose slightly.

How would the eyes wrapped in white silk gaze at the boy? It was a beautiful sight regardless of the upper body tension.

‘Beautiful?’

The boy repeated his thoughts rudely.

I felt death while watching the Iphwangsinchang Aksurim the other day. A strange feeling came over me along with a tingling pain in my knees, something I had never experienced before.

I was conscious of the woman for no reason. I had grown older. It was a more distinct feeling now than it was then.

Did all the people who formed a family, like their mothers, live with such an awkward sense of shame?

It was strange and scary. The boy’s natural change meant impending doom.

Death caresses my spine.

Jeongyeon Shin stared at Ye So-jo, who had locked eyes with her. The pure white blindfold approached her like her eyes.

The sunlight was shining brightly regardless of the boy’s confusion, but Jeongyeonshin unconsciously avoided his gaze.

As if ignoring the death that approaches with the end of autumn.

“You invited me? Are you really going?”

“If you don’t tell me in advance, your colleagues will kick you out.”

“Okay, I got it. I’ll send the letter first.”

She answered with a smile, a blush of color without any tea.

Yes, the curve drawn by Sojo’s lips seemed to have awakened the consciousness of the crowd. It made them realize that the Gaepa War was over.

There was cheering again, louder than ever.

The cheers rang out as if the heavens were about to burst open. The joys and sorrows of the people of the Central Plains who enjoyed gambling permeated the sky.

“Magwangikju! The young Gosu who follows chivalry is so strong!”

“The island has won! I am now a tycoon!”

“I lost everything―!”

“Thank you for broadening my horizons!”

Amidst the thunderous cheers, the boy clearly heard Lady Yeso’s footsteps.

Sabak.

“Get some rest today. See you tomorrow.”

She slowly turns around. Today, she seems to be wearing formal attire, and the hem of her skirt slightly brushes the floor.

It was accompanied by the sound of her laughing alone. Her jet-black hair fluttered as if to replace her smile.

With a color that contrasts with the white hem of the dress like a palace.

Yes, the young lady walked away, taking a leisurely stroll.

A boy wearing black robe stood alone on the stage.

He was holding the wooden box containing the Daehwandan in his left hand, and the white Iphwangbeon of the Iphwangdaehyeop was held diagonally with his right hand.

The cheers grew louder and louder. It was a place filled with respect, favor, anger, and joy for the outcome of the Gaepa War.

* * *

The next day.

The boy sitting by the pond of Unhyangwon welcomed three people. They were famous people who were hard to find anywhere else.

Even the two relatively young people did so. The nobles’ faces shone in the autumn sun.

Among them was a noble swordsman of the Hwasan faction.

“Personal business aside… … I came to teach you the starting point for fully unifying your swordsmanship. The basics of swordsmanship are the chain method. If you want to receive the sword of the sword master, a poorly put together sword method is not enough.”

The Catholic Church said.

It was a place where mountain birds sang on tree branches. Their chirping was clear.

The ‘Teachings of the Sword Master’, a means of saving face created by the leader of the Alliance in preparation for an emergency, was only one day away.