Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 199

Geomryeoseomneungsik (7)

A small exclamation escaped from the mouth of the absolute ruler of the Murim Alliance.

The old swordsman’s insight was special. He could discern the state of mind and posture of the swordsmen he encountered.

The way to hold the sword hilt, the balance of the body, the defense of the sword, the nature of the energy waves that spread throughout the body…

There are many things that can be used to estimate one’s opponent. The eyes of peerless swordsmen were capable of piercing through their opponents regardless of their mastery of the technique.

It was even possible to guess the character before even crossing swords.

‘It’s strange.’

Hyun So-baek carefully observed his young junior’s ceremony.

The upper garment was unusual. The black long robe he was wearing was constantly fluttering.

He wrapped himself in the waves like a garment made of wind.

For the sword master known as Geomseong, the appearance of the Magic Wing was a defense mechanism against longevity.

Hyun So-baek did not see the songs created by Gi-jae and the songs created by the artists as different.

There was something in common. The creator’s imagination was deeply reflected in them.

I don’t know how that sword will progress in the future.

It is said that Iphwangseongju wields a sword that is like the fierce nature. Did Ma Gwangikju also follow his teacher and infuse his swordsmanship with wind?

On the outside, he appears to be causing a commotion, but his muscles and vital energy move ceaselessly like lightning.

Inside the shell of an outstanding genius, there was a group of people curled up in anxiety.

Hyun So-baek felt sorry for the boy.

The swordsmanship was different. The peerless swordsman was impressed by his junior.

‘You are a sharp swordsman who uses your entire body properly.’

This is a truly fierce swordsmanship technique.

It felt like he was going to strike first anywhere. The free-spirited air unique to the new Ma Gwang-ik-ju was enveloping the surroundings.

It was a wind that resembled the power of the Ming clan, and it seemed to boost the sword power no matter where it was thrown. The red leaves underfoot were swept away in a chaotic manner.

“What’s annoying is what’s not annoying.”

Xiahou Weijin, the Heavenly Power God sitting behind Seomye, raised one knee and rested his elbow on it.

It was accompanied by a rough snort. As a master of a noble clan, he seemed to feel a strange excitement.

“Giraffe with a sharp mind.”

It was the muttering of Jegal Cheong-ah, who was staring intently at Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

Ak Ye-rim, who was standing on one side, flinched.

The gaze looking at Seomye is filled with complicated feelings. The events of Ma Gwang-ik-ju and Jegal Se-ga have put a period on the confusion of the past.

I felt as if the world was collapsing. I was completely crushed by the new Emperor of Heaven on both sides, both in terms of martial arts and negotiation.

The world of Baekdo Jeongpa that was firmly entrenched within her was shattered.

As the true successor to the Shandong Orchestra, I was at a loss as to how to conduct myself.

‘Island beauty… … .’

Meanwhile, the old and young people’s debate took place regardless of the thoughts of those present.

“Come slowly.”

Black Sword did not rush to leave. He waited for his junior to fully demonstrate his skills.

It is a device that can operate the entire body as desired. As the time spent practicing swordsmanship increases, the skills displayed will also change.

Woohoo!

Indeed, that was the case.

A pressure similar to that of the Emperor’s Sword spread through Seomye’s body.

However, I knew that the blacksmith was a completely different person. It was a fact that came intuitively.

There was a big difference in the nature of martial arts. It was not a spirit of trying to do something to the opponent.

It was just a case of the pressure exerted by the stretching wave that was trying to move well. It was a strange sword attack.

‘The sword is perfectly aligned with my body.’

Geomsung thought as he ran his left hand over his beloved sword.

A poem that a young man named Iphwangdaehyeop recited came to mind. It was a fairly famous melody.

As a swordsman, the saying, “A moment in a young age is worth a thousand gold” really resonates with me more than “A moment in a young age is worth a thousand gold”.

A sword technique that only Magwangikju can properly use. It is difficult to even think of using such a light wave for sword strikes with ordinary senses.

It seemed like preparations for departure were complete.

As the young swordsman was lost in thought for a moment, the body of the Magwangikju rapidly grew larger in his field of vision.

It was a sight of him swinging his sword forward with a leap. The sunlight on the blade struck down like lightning.

Oh my god!

It clashed violently with Hyun So-baek’s sword.

A strong shock wave spread in all directions. Maple leaves rose up in clumps, obscuring the young and old figures.

The reddish sunlight swirled around like sleet. Soon, the newly appointed Magwangikju’s swordsmanship was revealed.

‘hmm?’

The black sword’s eyes widened slightly amidst the pouring, scattered light and red leaves. It was not the same posture.

The appearance of a white, rough character turning into a leaf. The entire body rotates immediately after releasing the sword power.

The divine law wave created a whirlwind with a counter-force. The sound of the hems of the clothes fluttering was intense.

Seomye threw her second sword with truly sensational movements.

‘You don’t compete with strength. That’s wise.’

The trajectory of the North Sword, which drew a diagonal circle, was once again stamped down. The air was torn apart by the white blade that slashed in.

It was a completely different form than the first repetition. The speed of the diagonal sword strike was not much different from the first.

As if the upper class was only a starting machine, the swordsman’s sleeves were scratched only by the sharp sword wind that swept over him.

There is no need to distinguish between herbivores and herbivores based on their form.

If you can just master the principles of activation and the knot, you have the ability to strike out dozens of moves differently with just one stroke. In just two strokes, the swordsman’s eyes drew a curved line.

It’s a sword. It’s a sword.

Hyun So-baek forgot about pity and laughed contentedly. He held the wooden sword in his hand and struck it diagonally.

The principles of the Tongcheonmura sword technique are contained in a concise trajectory. The Seven-Cho-Sik is indestructible.

A colorless wave of light formed in a straight line and continued from the arm to the sword in an instant. It was a single, unwavering sword strike.

Boom! Kiiing!

The clashing blades rubbed against each other for a long time. The sharp sword strike that had been struck down rose upward. The sword path and the sword path merged into a violent tremble.

The orange sparks bounced off smoothly because the power in the swordsman’s grip was so strong. The counterattack was completely directed at the opponent.

Kugu Palace.

The hand of Magwangikju, who was holding the sword, shook violently. It was brave just to not let go.

Even if Geomseong, who felt indebted to his junior, kept the situation in his hand in order to broaden his knowledge, it would be the same.

Hyun So-baek felt a rare sense of excitement, but at the same time, he was very surprised. He immediately understood the intentions of the Ip Hwang Seong-ju.

Even she couldn’t have helped it. How could she ignore such a child?

Zzz! Zzz! Ssaaaak!

Sparks flying in all directions died down like flower petals. The ends of black and white long robes fluttered along with the autumn leaves.

The sunlight rippling along the blade passing by the collars of the old and young, the long, crisscrossing breaths of internal energy, the sound of the waves of the Buddhist scriptures echoing along with the sound of footsteps on the ground, and even the fallen leaves rustling and crumbling underfoot.

The eyes of some of the people in the audience gradually widened.

Magwangikju was able to receive the teachings of Geomseong.

In the midst of dividing the sum with short breaths that were too short to take out a large herb, thirty-five variations of one type of herb were created.

They were all on different tracks. The endless sword strikes struck in all directions.

It was to the point where a person without any discernment would recognize a single herbivore as a swordsmanship technique.

‘You’re changing the form intuitively. That’s a beginner’s skill that you can’t use even if you learn it.’

The Hwasan Sword Jeol Cheonju Jinin thought. It was a sight that worried him that it would have a negative effect on Yu Hyeon, who was blankly staring at him from the side.

The basics of swordsmanship are laid by swinging a sword in all directions tens of thousands of times, but Seomye’s swordsmanship was short and sensual, as if he had skipped that process.

I am physically aware of when and in which direction I should swing my sword.

If not, the light wave operation of the quick attack would not be so natural.

In a single-shot fight, there is no set form required other than the way the air moves.

He surpassed his time with his talent. It was an astonishing swordsmanship.

The posture of the swordsman was also surprising. He was receiving the swordsman’s blows with a smile on his face.

He was a peerless master with a strange personality who would not even show his face during the Gaepada War.

Dozens of sword lights were elegantly intertwined. As if nothing could be more enjoyable, he seemed deeply absorbed in the handshake he was sharing with his junior.

The intention of the Menghui to humiliate the Ip Hwang Seong master was shattered.

The Catholic priest opened his mouth without blinking an eye.

“Shouldn’t the leader also take in a disciple? I understand that the later generations of Sega are strong candidates. The Sword Master Mu-maek will be the symbol of the alliance, but I wonder if a suitable successor will appear… … .”

“Who would dare to come forward after seeing that?”

The man carrying the backpack on his back with short arms answered.

at that time.

Jeongyeonshin was aware that the fight was coming to an end. She turned her body sharply along with her sword.

The burden on the blood vessels of the whole body has reached its limit. The accumulated shock of the meridians has narrowed the veins of the right arm.

Geomseong was a peerless master. He passed on all the power he had gained in the fight to Jeongyeonshin.

Even the self-defense equipment worn on his body was superior to that of an old swordsman, so even Jeong Yeon-shin could not rely on the durability of his body alone.

‘The last thing to do.’

The tendons of the back of the arm became more distinct. A wave of energy rose from the beautiful line that descended from the triceps below the shoulder.

The transparent aerodynamic waves pulsed loudly. The muscle line leading down to the extensor muscle under the thumb felt tingly.

It was a burden that had been accumulated until now. It was together with the sword power of the blacksmith.

Hyun So-baek’s eyebrows rose.

‘You harvested like a farmer.’

Jeongyeonshin continued forward without paying attention to Geomseong’s expression. The sword wave wrapped around her hand was extremely hot.

An explosion of true energy erupted from the ground that had been pushed away with the tip of his foot. He threw the Bukmyeong sword out as it was.

It was a transverse line extending from the inside to the outside of the body. The long, white light made the maple leaves wilted.

Autumn has come to Geomro.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Geomseong Hyeonso Baek faced the first step of Ingo. The peerless swordsman’s eyes sank.

‘How could I think like this… … .’

It was a black ink that endured and endured and then shined strongly.

It wasn’t a sword that could be wielded with such an indifferent expression, and it seemed like a sword style that was created without any particular idea.

That was what made Black Star sad. It was the idea that if you persevere and hold on, you will eventually reach the end. It made you feel resentful.

I recognized my stance on life with a single stroke of a sword.

The swordsman did not accept it.

Swish.

He lowered his sword and followed the evasive technique. As if he had used the shrinking technique, he pushed aside the clump of maple leaves at his feet and stood next to him.

At the same time, a terrifying wave of swordsmanship swept through the side.

Kwaaaaah!

An invisible sword wind rushes forward. The torn bushes create a sharp path.

The waves, which had unleashed tremendous destructive power, reached the lakeside of the garden and created long ripples.

It was a sword wind that disappeared after a long time accompanied by the sound of clear waves.

“… … .”

There was silence.

The eyebrows of Magwangikju, who had lowered his sword, narrowed. Since it seemed like he was going to argue about the swordsmanship and everything else, Hyunso Baek had to speak first.

“You kept on doing one style of swordsmanship, but at the end you changed your swordsmanship. What was the name of your first style of swordsmanship?”

“… It’s a heart-wrenching giraffe.”

Jang Yoo-yu’s will is well kept. Geom-seong thought while carrying his luggage on his back.

“The second one?”

“I haven’t built it yet.”

“That’s a good thing.”

Geumseong Hyeonso Baek laughed.

“What name would suit the noble swordsmanship? The old man wishes that you would stay in autumn for a long time without touching the frozen ground until you wish. It would be green.”

“… … .”

The boy’s life is put into words. It is like a poem by Heonwonchang. Words and actions that are difficult to understand unless you know them.

It was a remark that reminded Jeongyeonshin of the scene where he wanted to hug her when they first met.

The story of the swordsman continued.

“Yes, ‘Long-lasting Blue Sword’ would be nice. I hope its blueness lasts as long as the Yangtze River and never ends. May I give it the name Gubyeokseongha (九碧成河)?”

The Absolute of the Sword said.

The number nine (九) was a widely loved number on the continent. This was because its pronunciation was similar to that of the character for long (久).

There was also the meaning of longevity. It was a sword that was long and green like the Yangtze River. It felt similar to the feeling of a herbivore.

Jeongyeon Shin nodded slowly.

“… … I will do so.”

The expression on the blacksmith’s face brightened. It seemed as if old age and boyhood were coexisting in his middle-aged face.

They say that there is no one among the best martial artists who is not strange, and Hyeon So-baek also has a unique temperament.

like that.

The final meal of the Gaepa War has ended.

The secret martial arts of the Sword Master and the Magic Wand Master were of the utmost interest, but the masters gathered here were those who lived in the upper echelons of the martial arts world.

Today’s news will not spread. However, Jeong Yeon-shin has gained enough fame through his blind journey. He has also compiled his swordsmanship.

Sling.

A faint light is sucked into the scabbard along with the quiet sword.

The waistband vibrated slightly. Jeong Yeon-shin put away the Bukmyeong sword and fell into deep thought.

The swords invented in Korea and China unfold in my mind.

First, Simgeukgirin.

Jaycho, Gupyeongseongha.

Third, the Blue Flame Eclipse.

The three herbivores laid the foundation for the Magwangikju Seongmyeongjeolgi. It is not yet known how many more trajectories will be created in the future.

It was a sword technique with endless possibilities.

“It seems like the way I use the sword has completely changed.”

Yu-Hyeon approached without hesitation. The fact that the Hwasanpa’s Jamryong and Magwangikju had become friends had already spread widely.

It was different from other reviewers who were hesitant to take steps.

“Yes, that’s the Dokmun swordsmanship, right?”

“okay.”

“What kind of martial arts is it? I think it will make you famous in the future. I’m sure it will.”

Everyone’s attention was drawn to Yu-Hyeon’s question. It wasn’t just the later indexes.

It was a remark that could not help but draw the attention of even the most advanced players who were walking by, but the new leader, Ma Gwang-ik, lowered his eyes slightly and became lost in thought.

‘This swordsmanship is… … .’

The temperament was distinct.

A mix of mystery and fast, destructive swordplay. Most true to the sword’s original meaning.

The method of striking down an enemy with a sword as a thunderbolt. The idea of leveling off the martial arts schools surrounding Iphwangseong like a steep hill.

It just came out of my mouth without me realizing it.

“Geomreeomreungsik (劍雷殲陵劍).”

That was the short answer.

Suddenly.

Saaaaa―

The autumn breeze that used to coolly caress the flower garden has disappeared. Fallen leaves, scattered like old cotton, cover the ground.

Some of the yellow and red waves gently landed on Jeongyeonshin’s instep. It seemed to signal the end of the long mission.

At the end of autumn, before the eyes of many masters.

The swordsmanship of Magwangikju became famous.