Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 25

Law

“There was a blood cult?”

Margin muttered. The scar on his face was severely distorted.

“It’s not just any other guy, it’s the Blood Sect Sword······.”

“Jin Pyeong-hyeon’s actions have proven that it wasn’t luck.”

Behind Baek Mi-ryeo, who seemed to recognize the importance of the matter and furrowed her brows, Cheong-myeong simply patted Jeong Yeon-shin on the head, saying, “She’s amazing.”

“There are traces of the regeneration function occurring. It is definitely the Blood Sword.”

For some reason, Heonwonchang showed an unexpected appearance.

He didn’t stick out his tongue or shake his head as if he was relieved.

By examining the supply and demand of the Blood Sect Sword, we confirmed that there were traces of excessive swordsmanship.

Margin opened his mouth.

“This is not normal. This is so impossible.”

“The Blood Sect Sword isn’t that common.”

Baek Mi-ryeo nodded slightly.

“Whether it’s the Sapa Murim or a place without a martial arts school, it’s a problem that needs to be investigated. The expansion of the Blood Flame Cult’s influence is a major issue. If they’ve developed their magic and placed a sword in each district, it could mean that the Blood Flame Cult’s disciples have also increased. Those who have completely turned black. If even those guys have increased in number… It’s terrible.”

“Of course.”

This time, Cheongmyeong nodded as if he sympathized with me.

“Seomye has done a great job. It seems like the incident is following you around. If you can handle it and bring back information and achievements, it will have an impact on the martial arts world. Ip Hwang-seong will respond.”

Margin, who had been staring at him blankly for a moment, opened her mouth again.

“Yes. I want to climb Jongnam Mountain.”

“I am sorry. I cannot help but worry about my nephew’s safety.”

Did it sound like a sarcastic remark about the Emperor’s fall?

Margin’s face hardened awkwardly. He spoke with a rare expression of difficulty.

“······We just got the news. But Jongnamsan is dangerous right now. The Paegeomjong is a different group from the Blood Flame Cult.”

“You can’t just say they’re all sapphires. They combine both martial arts and sorcery. They’re crazy about becoming stronger, but they don’t know the limit.”

Baek Mi-ryeo intervened. Her slightly raised eyes seemed to be filled with concern.

“Yes. First of all, no missions have been given. We are satisfied with doing the work assigned to us.”

Margin and Baek Mi-ryeo seemed unwilling to let Jeong Yeon-shin go.

Cheongmyeong, who was next to him, simply supported the youngest, Ma Gwangik, without any clue.

“Can’t the major general make a judgment call on a matter and assign a task at will?”

“······.”

As Baek Mi-ryeo glared at her fiercely, Ma-jin continued speaking.

“To be honest, how could I let you go if I knew you wouldn’t come back after you entered Jongnam Mountain?”

“yes?”

It was a story that I couldn’t help but ask back.

However, everyone in the room except Jeong Yeon-shin seemed to agree.

“This is something that any person with a high level of knowledge who knows your qualities would be worried about.”

“Even if you say it’s a wish, it’s true. No matter where you are, you can’t help but covet it, since it’s said to have blood relatives. There was even an incident where Hwasangeomjeol said something about a guest.”

Baek Mi-ryeo said with an expression of approval, even Cheong Myeong.

Jeongyeonshin knew that there was another reason why they didn’t know about Margin.

It may be because they were worried about him not being able to settle down in Iphwangma-ga.

“What if Your Majesty can’t tell the difference between public and private? Was that all the trust I had built up with Ma Gwang-ik?”

He spoke with a calm expression. It was a story that hit the bone.

“······.”

“He has made a notable contribution. Please send him. Please record this as his sole achievement.”

“You’ve been caught in a trap.”

Cheongmyeong was inevitably hit in the side by Baek Miryeo.

Margin, who had been deep in thought along with his groans, slowly opened his mouth.

“That’s right. It’s hard to just refuse. Let me make a bet.”

“What if it’s a bet?”

“Try to receive my first attack. It only takes one second. If you can counter or dodge it, I’ll let you go. If you want to dominate the world of martial arts, you need to have that level of skill. Plus, I promise you another reward.”

“All right.”

While the group was surprised, Jeong Yeon-shin nodded calmly.

* * *

They headed to the backyard of the inn. Jeongyeonshin and Majin didn’t care about other people’s attention.

It was a place where they gave and received a snack.

The Hwasanpa masters came and asked what the reason was.

Many of those who heard the general circumstances cautiously asked to see what was going on.

The margin was negligible.

“Thank you.”

The Volcano Party’s unmanned personnel surrounded the people, blocking their view.

“The emergence of the Demon King’s Wing. If he is a black master of the Imperial City, isn’t he comparable to a private tutor?”

Yu-Hyeon asked Cheon-Ju. He, the leader of the plum blossom inspectors, answered yes and then added.

“He is stronger than me in melee combat. His nickname is Naraksal. It means that he completely dominates the battlefield. There are many elders of famous clans who have fallen to his hands after committing hypocritical and evil deeds.”

“You look scared to even get hit.”

“When facing such a master, even a simple gesture is impossible to think of. Even a single move contains the secret of instant death. Unlike our old school martial artists who aim for the ultimate in kendo, this is a martial art thoroughly honed for actual combat. If you think that the martial arts of the battlefield have reached the extreme, there is nothing more frightening than that.”

“······No matter how much you practice, isn’t it difficult? If someone is that skilled, there’s probably no one among our peers who isn’t a first-rate expert.”

Yoo-Hyeon’s eyes turned to Jeong Yeon-Shin, who was facing Margin.

Magwangik Island. He is feeling the wind blowing while lightly placing his hand on the sword.

The face, which does not appear to show great emotional ups and downs, remains the same.

Jeongyeon Shin was calm, thinking that she was just showing off the martial arts she had learned. She slowly opened her mouth.

“Can you give me some time?”

“As much as you like. I want to show you a blow that is difficult for White to handle, so you should definitely sharpen your senses.”

It sounded like they were talking about moderation. But the standards for margins would be different.

Magwangikju. He is a black master. It is said that he is not older than thirty even in Iphwangseong.

Jeongyeonshin closed her eyes. She observed her body and awakened her lower abdomen first.

The energy that had been dormant throughout the body, accumulated in the pupils, also arose.

He wanted to channel his true energy throughout his body, while also bringing out the senses he had realized in the Tangrangpa.

If it were an ordinary person, the experience back then would have disappeared and he would have had to devote himself to training.

Jeongyeon Shin was different. The feeling he felt once was completely his from that moment on.

It was unnecessary to waste time trying to make progress based on coincidences.

‘Show me.’

Could this be the clone technique of the legendary Son Oh-gong?

I could see Margin’s body from all sides, even his back.

It is a sense that reaches its peak, along with a unique sense of being sensitive to energy.

“I will yield the player.”

Jeong Yeon-shin threw in a rare joke.

Margin, who was smiling, raised his hand. It was a thickly built capital.

I heard that his martial arts are the purification of the magic light. It means that he has truly mastered all weapons to a master level.

It was said that he was skilled in handling all kinds of weapons that fell on the battlefield, even liquor bottles scattered on the floor.

‘Then the hand would be the scariest.’

I could guess just by looking at the gathering waves. I can see what they mean by saying that White would be difficult to handle.

The level of density was different.

With that level of skill, it seemed like it would be possible to break down even a fairly thick wall in one go.

‘I have to avoid it.’

The calculation is complete. If you block it clumsily, you will not be able to avoid serious injury.

Jeongyeon Shin completely lowered the hand she had placed on the sword.

As the onlookers could not hide their bewilderment, Margin’s giant body rushed in.

thud!

His intelligence was not sloppy. It was direct and blisteringly fast.

It felt like a condensed typhoon was coming.

Even this wouldn’t be full speed, but Jeongyeonshin was having a hard time just turning her body to the side.

Phew!

Margin controlled his movements with amazing precision.

The flow of power was reversed with a slight twist of the tip of the foot. At the end of the trajectory of the water sword that tore through the air horizontally was Jeongyeonshin’s head.

Until then, Jeongyeonshin had been observing Margin’s movements. A faint blue light flashed past her eyes.

I couldn’t escape with the nerves I had become accustomed to until now.

The movements of the Ming tribe that Cheongmyeong had taught were not a formality, so a step was needed to open the way forward with a clear intention.

‘Just one step.’

I drew a complex line in my head about the direction of force and the path that the margin would create.

It felt like the Baekhoe point on Jeongsu-ri was on fire.

At what point should I step, with what posture and what energy should I use?

A single footprint began to form in my mind, tearing through the cracks of the storm.

At the same time, I felt another danjeon sprouting in my heart. It was just a moment.

A single ray of Jeonggadonggong’s internal energy activated the mid-war for a moment and passed.

The Jin-gi, which had become even stronger for a moment, fueled the creation of a new season.

It wasn’t the domain of some super experts who felt time passing slowly.

Jeongyeonshin’s thinking speed was as fast as lightning. That was it.

Innate qualities manifested in the realm of nothingness at this moment.

Damn it.

Kwaaaaak-!

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin took a step, a tremendous wave turned her hair upside down.

Then I felt a strong wind blowing from behind me, caused by the force that exploded.

“······.”

Dust and dirt billowed, but no one opened their mouth.

Everyone in the room was a master who lived with martial arts.

Everyone could sense that the steps Jeongyeonshin had just taken were unusual.

“That trick just now.”

Margin just moved his lips in the same position as he had put his hand out.

“What is it? I’ve never seen it before.”

“I just walked. Because I saw a way out.”

“······It is truly an incomprehensible quality. It still is.”

“I will name it Hwanikbo (奐翼步).”

Jeong Yeon-shin said indifferently.

The origin of Ma Gwang-ik’s name was not complicated.

It originated from the meaning of the wings of the Emperor who destroyed the demons of the Ming Empire.

The name Hwanikbo was different. The name that contained the shining Hwan showed the warmth of Jeong Yeon-shin who was in Ma Gwang-ik.

Margin, of course, and even Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye’s faces could melt away.

Margin straightened his posture. He slowly opened his mouth.

“I permit the island’s journey to the south.”

“Whoa!”

Heonwonchang came running, screaming. He was so excited that he kept praising him for his amazingly mysterious gait.

As her body shook with her shoulders held, Jeong Yeon-shin thought quietly.

‘Hwanikbo.’

It was one step at a time. I didn’t know how many steps I would take.

If it increases to about Hwanikshipbo (奐翼十步), will it reach the realm of the new sword master?

“A tax-saving article has been published in Ip Hwang Seong.”

“It’s not a very pleasant thing. But it’s the footsteps of a new talent with endless possibilities. It’ll be fun to watch.”

“I’ll come looking for you, so don’t treat me coldly!”

I returned to the guest room amidst the admiration of the Hwasanpa masters and the admiring gaze of Yuhyeon.

A warm atmosphere permeated the room among the Ma Gwang-ik masters sitting around.

“If you want to act alone in the Jongnam faction, white is not enough.”

Cheongmyeong said with a big smile.

What are you talking about now? Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes were filled with doubt.