Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 228

Sword

Saaaaa―

Rays of light like mist slowly dispersed from the entire body of the Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin. They rose like starlight above the hem of his pitch-black robe.

It was a sight that contrasted with Seomye’s calm eyes.

Each of the masters had their own unique atmosphere, and the prayer of the new Ma Gwang-ik was strong and mysterious.

It gave a feeling of unpredictability to those who were familiar with the martial arts world.

Earlier, he had sent a message without even opening his lips much.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju was portrayed as a very silent black notary. This means that his temper was only affecting Do-jin and Ha-hu-san-san.

‘As the Great Lord, I see the promotion ceremony as nothing special. I wonder if the Great Lord of Myeolseom sees me like this too?’

Jeongyeonshin thought quietly. Do I need him here?

‘Let’s hurry up and clean up and go to Seomseo… … .’

The corners of his mouth are slightly hardened. There are many people who have connections to the Jongnam faction. It is not just his blood relatives, Jeong Hye and Jeong Jung-san.

He was also close with the disciples of Jongnam who fought alongside Paegeomjong, including Jongnam Sword Master Jong Yeo-il, Daejangro Yeo Il-shin, and Geomryong Wi Ji-myo-hwa. It felt like a stone had been placed on his heart.

“Ugh… … .”

It was when Dojin’s wrist, which had always been flexible, became stiff. Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who had been holding the sword with two fingers, flicked his index and middle fingers to the side.

It was a thoughtless gesture. The sword slid down with a clang.

“… … !”

Dojin, who almost dropped his sword, intuitively realized his condition.

The teachings of the famous swordsmanship that had been practiced for a long time were suddenly blown away.

A chill ran through my head. It was close to panic. It was separate from the fact that the mishap had been prevented. Even if I were to strike again, it would have been difficult to do so, but the blow was destroyed in vain.

This should have come as a great shock to the swordsman. It’s a bit fortunate that the opponent is a black master.

Magwangikju Seomye was now a being that Iphwangseong was accustomed to.

‘As the saying goes… … .’

Dojin was inwardly silent. As a warrior of the Yulyeongdae, he was curious about the master who had broken through the Great Lord’s destruction method.

It was just that I put it aside for a moment because of my own feelings.

Hahushanshan, who had been lowering his posture, stood up awkwardly. He quickly brought both hands together in a fist.

Phew―

She exhaled deeply. The breath she had been holding back for a short battle flowed out along with a small wave of energy.

It was only now that he began to breathe. Immediately after being startled by Dojin’s sword strike, he experienced the emergence of Magwangikju right at his fingertips.

Even just thinking about it myself was overwhelming.

‘To catch that with a white sword empty-handed… …!’

I saw a technique that was difficult to even attempt with a small gap. It was a study of catching a swordsman’s blow with two fingers.

He completely saw through his opponent’s swordsmanship, released the swaying waves in his sword strike with a single stroke, and then dealt with his opponent’s swordsmanship with only the strength contained in his fingers.

A series of events took place in an instant.

The new leader, Ma Gwang-ik, did not look as dense as the leader of the Sun Mok-ryeong-ju’s Shim Byeok-cheon Bing-pae.

It means that he was confident that he would succeed in the craft of being a public servant. He may have great courage.

Either way, it was enough to suppress the spirit of even the most knowledgeable of drones.

Hahushanshan’s lips rose awkwardly.

“Uh… thank you, Lord Magwangik.”

The status of being a blood relative of the Yi Huang Xiahou family is meaningless in front of the black color. The age difference is the same. It was a dignified position that was incomparable to the noble bloodline.

Even if Hahu Shanshan watched the entrance of Seomye as a white warrior, he should not show an impure attitude.

She thought, she was so cute back then.

Was his thoughts showing through his eyes? The corners of Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s mouth tilted up to one side. It was a slight frown. He also looked sullen.

“You have to look at the sword properly. The enemy’s stance is more important than the point of impact.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke somewhat bluntly.

I heard you say thank you. It was hard to persuade you to step down from the stage again.

I thought it would be right to give you some brief advice as a black person. You’ll probably get off on your own.

Swish.

Hahusansan waved his hand briefly once, expressing his gratitude once more. Ma Gwangikju was a new talent who had grown at an unprecedented rate.

To the masters of other armed forces, he was a mysterious being in many ways, and even the opportunity to talk to him was considered quite precious.

Her lips formed a curve.

“I’ve heard from time to time that Magwangikju possesses a secret technique that even Seomye Mu-maek has not revealed. Perhaps, what you just showed me… … .”

“Are you interested in my studies?”

“It used to be like that. It was hard to learn. To be exact, it was a martial art that was easy to learn, but difficult to use. I guess you teach it directly to Ma Gwang-ik’s subordinates… … I guess it’s a little different if you learn it directly, right?”

There was a strange childishness in his speech. The same was true of his pitch-black eyes that studied Jeongyeonshin. They seemed to be poking at his nerves.

Kwon Rin-ma Ha-hu-san-san is from a famous martial family and belongs to the powerful Extermination Corps. He probably had no intention of moving the enemy, but there must have been a reason for asking.

Could it be because of my small foolishness? Or maybe it’s because of my mild curiosity.

‘It’s not something to think deeply about.’

Jeongyeonshin didn’t answer right away. He stared at her blankly, then slowly moved his lips away.

“Magwangik’s gate doesn’t open at any time. I don’t need it anymore. It’s enough now.”

“ah.”

It was when Hahushanshan let out a small sigh.

Dojin, who had been putting down his sword, opened his mouth.

“Thank you, Magwangikju… … .”

“I told you to go down.”

“yes.”

He answers with restraint, like the sword strike that extended to Hahu Shanshan.

Soon, the two people who had taken the lottery again came down from the stage.

Normally, the people who receive the most attention at a promotion ceremony are the candidates for promotion, but because the new leader’s mysteriousness was so extreme, most of the attention was focused on the non-stage area.

There were only a few people who paid attention to Whifunggeom Dojin.

Sarak.

Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin opened one side of the sleeve that flowed down.

Unlike before, his posture was filled with a cold prayer. His indifferent face and the black hem of his clothes suited him very well.

“next.”

He said.

It was a daunting sight for those who were to be promoted. A small commotion arose.

The experts who had been on a solo mission and were unable to keep up with the group mission of the armed forces came up with heavy steps.

“This is Suncheonik’s proclamation of the beginning of the war.”

“This is Jong-Hwi from the Mugeukdae (武極隊).”

* * *

The sight that Magwangikju had shown earlier had a great influence.

The promotion ceremony for Iphwangseong began at an unprecedented pace.

It was not what Jeong Yeon-shin had intended, but a one-shot battle occurred frequently. Outstanding warriors showed off their skills and went down.

There was an atmosphere of suffocation as one slash of the sword was thrown out.

“It looks like Daeju is in a bad mood.”

“That’s right. The face is stiff. It’s a look I haven’t seen in a while.”

Under the stage, in the middle of the audience seats, Taeyeonryong and Jegal Cheong’a were talking.

They were blood relatives of the Eight Great Families. They had something in common: they were from local powerful families. They came to Ma Gwang-ik after seeing the island’s Jeong Yeon-shin.

“It seems like something bad has happened, but it’s hard to ask about my topic.”

“As expected of Zhuge Liang, he behaves freely. That is right. Didn’t Confucius, who knew his place, live under the oppression of his unknown disciples?”

Taeyeonryong didn’t seem to care about my lord. What kind of faith does he have?

He looked peaceful as he munched on the poppy and glanced in one direction with bleary eyes. It was the direction where the Magwangik Pavilion was located.

“Those tiny things whose days are bright… … .”

“… … .”

The girl from the Zhuge family lowered her eyes slightly.

She swept her black hair, tied in sky-blue silk, down to the side of her neck, and stared blankly at Jeong Yeon-shin on the stage. She was wearing a gray, plain uniform.

As a guest warrior recognized by the lord, Jegal Cheong’a was able to wear white martial arts attire.

However, I rejected it outright. It was to avoid being a scapegoat. If I wanted to get closer to the basics, the starting point had to be the same. I should have asked for and worn plain clothes.

In fact, she won the hearts of the unknown disciples not long after her initiation.

That’s because he doesn’t act like a tyrant like Taeyeonryong. As a child of a rare noble family in the world, he possesses high dignity and insight.

‘I think the mere existence of Prince Hwangbo is helpful. Lord Jeong’s tacit approval is also great… … .’

In short, it was a comparative advantage.

While Ma Gwang-ik-ju was busy with his work, she had already established herself in Ma Gwang-ik. Her role was also clear.

As a master of the Anbeop, he could strengthen Ma Gwang-ik’s power in many ways. It would be safe to say that the danger caused by the organ system has disappeared.

The nameless disciple, Jegal Cheong-a, thought carefully. Ma Gwang-ik already had the power of a mid-level clan.

‘I, who was the eyes of the main house, will be here, and Sa-wol-gung-gwi Wi-ye-ryeong will adjust the distance in the field. The blue masters have definitely been defeated. There is no shortage of numbers. If Gwang-ye-gyeol is added to this… … .’

The combined efforts of Magwanggyeol and Seomye Mu-maek were truly extraordinary. Even Zhuge Qing’er, a direct descendant of the Eight Great Masters, felt that they were exceptionally great.

Gwangyegyeol, founded by Magwangikju.

The training time was drastically shortened.

This only applies to those who have mastered the magic sword or the island martial arts, but the magic sword masters are those who have already mastered one of the two deeply.

The transformation changed every day. It was truly a terrifying moment. It was as amazing as Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s personal achievement.

It was a change that the world did not know about. Soon, many people will appear on the battlefield, but how will the martial arts world accept it?

‘Master Jeong Dae-ju said he had never gone on a group mission before… … .’

Zhuge Qing’er, who had stopped thinking, quietly opened his mouth.

“I guess Prince Huangbo has no worries. He has to cross two levels.”

“me?”

Taeyeonryong smiled and nodded.

“That guy is the problem, not me. Hey, the guy who’s going up now. He’s got such bad conduct.”

A tall, slender young man was walking toward the stage with a cheerful smile.

The sword hung on his waist was an extraordinary sword that anyone could see, and the blue belt around his head was made of neat silk.

The golden dragon carved in the center of his forehead sparkled brightly. It was the hero sword that Iphwangdaehye had boasted about when he first met Seomye.

On the huge central stage.

Heonwonchang was going up with his opponent. It had been a long time since the promotion ceremony had started.

More than an hour had passed. It was the first time that a promotion candidate had appeared in Ma Gwang-ik’s name.

“Ma Gwang-ik, this is Heonwonchang.”

Heonwonchang, who greeted Jeongyeonshin with his eyes, spoke. It was towards the person standing opposite him.

“My name is Kang Un-chan (姜韻燦) from the General Office. I have seen Lord Jeong Dae-ju from afar several times.”

A man with a manly prayer gesture clasped his hands together and responded.

A particularly calm face stood out against the black scabbard of the Ip-Hwang-Geom worn on his waist.

A calm and composed atmosphere enveloped his entire body. The white robe felt like the attire of a scholar.

However, his thick eyebrows and well-toned body muscles gave him a very wild look.

The moment I saw it, the phrase “a man of both letters and martial arts” came to mind. The waves of its power were also quite heavy.

‘It won’t be easy.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought about it. However, she did not show it as she was in a position where she had to maintain neutrality.

For a brief moment, I could only imagine the sight of an invisible wind knocking Kang Woon-chan out of balance.

This was because, recently, I had been experiencing pain in my limbs and had a lot of distracting thoughts.

‘I’m not your maternal grandfather.’

Jeong Yeon-shin inwardly reproached herself.

Such a violent temper is far from my own. I will probably never be able to resemble it in my entire life.

You must maintain the humble and calm disposition you have had since childhood. If you just faithfully do the work given to you, it will turn out that way.

Damn it.

He took a few steps back and let out a short word.

“Get started.”

“Thank you for notarizing.”

Kang Woon-chan, who had been bowing to Ma Gwang-ik-ju, turned his head. His eyes immediately met with Heon Won-chang’s.

“I’ve always been jealous. I’m sure I’m not the only one.”

“What are you talking about?”

Heonwonchang raised his eyebrows and asked.

“Haven’t you met a good friend? You’ve been through the same exam as the current Ma Gwang-ik-ju and entered the same military unit. Being able to ride the tide is definitely a skill of a warrior. Heonwon So-hyeop is truly outstanding.”

There is no sign of sarcasm on his calm face.

It wasn’t just a little jealousy. It meant that he really thought that way. It was a world where words like destiny and fate were common.

Heonwonchang didn’t care much. Gwangyegyeol, who had been personally taught by Jeongyeonshin, was put to the test at this time. Hundreds of people were watching.

Since we have not been able to lift the ban on Chilhal, we must do our best if we do not want to tarnish the reputation of Gwangyegyeol and Jeongyeonsin.

‘The sensation is peaking. It’s so good.’

I overheard Kang Woon-chan’s polite remarks before the military parade. Was it the temperament of the General Manager? He seemed like a talkative person.

“I realized that even enduring that envy was a virtue of the unmanned. I had many thoughts. If I had been with you, you would have become stronger, and if the scope of your achievements had been different, you would have learned more and assisted me unlike Heonwon Sohyeop. … … It is certainly true, but it is meaningless. After all, your position is yours.”

That was when.

thud-

Suddenly, Kang Woon-chan’s neck snapped downward. An invisible wave struck the air and struck the back of his head. A heavy impact rang out.

The exact point of impact was the back of his head. Kang Woon-chan, whose posture had become lowered, staggered. It was as if the invisible ceiling had collapsed and he was about to collapse.

Hoooow—

The power of the waves flowed out. A breeze, almost a breeze, swept the stage floor. The cloudy dust scattered silently, spreading silence.

Heonwonchang looked back at his master.

“… … .”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who was alone with his arms crossed, looked down. He looked lonely as usual.