Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 275

Muwi (3)

“Isn’t he going to take the promotion exam later too?”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong said calmly.

He had been sitting there sprawled out since the moment the fight began.

He caught the attention of all the Catholic masters for chewing poppies, but he just mumbled as if it was nothing.

He glanced back and forth between Jeong Yeon-shin’s condition and Shin So-bin’s diet with his shadowed eyes.

“Since this is a battle that affects the health of the Great Lord, if we lose here, we should be buried in the ground. Just like the tradition of Ma Gwang-ik.”

Taeyeonryong muttered with a trembling expression.

Heonwonchang, who was standing next to him, did not hide his surprise.

“Shihwamugeukkwon! Shinga junior has sharpened his sword and trained hard! He can do the Jinbyeok first style so quickly… … It seems like the speed at which he refines and extends the Kyungpa has improved by leaps and bounds compared to before.”

“Ma Gwang-ik only receives missions to deal with the upper echelons of the martial arts world, so if you have the White Blood of the Emperor, it’s not easy to find a rival among those with swords in the world.”

“That much… … .”

“How many lowly thieves and unskilled people are there in this vast land? It must be hard for the people of Iphwangseong, who are given the task of cutting people’s heads and only meet certain people, to realize this. When the martial artists tour the famous places of the world, they just rent fine horses at the post station and gallop away.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong spoke in an indifferent tone.

Since he started wearing the blue robe, he has not been respectful to most of his colleagues.

There was no senior of the same rank to enforce etiquette on the young master as death gradually approached.

Prince Huangbo of the Sun God Vein, widely known throughout the world.

Sometimes, when I was drunk on poppies and alcohol and about to cause trouble, the seniors in blue would step aside first.

Heonwonchang glanced down at him and opened his mouth.

“The opponent is not a small or medium-sized sect, but the Cheonju sect. It is a famous sect that possesses the Five Great General Laws of the World. Even the Hwangbo family must have learned about the Boweolcheon Law.”

“The problem is not the martial arts, but the people. This village sect is said to be far from outside civilization, but how much experience has it had in actual combat? Baek-myo used to walk around in Shaanxi wearing blood-stained armor. Calling him our great lord, our great lord.”

“Keep your voice down! There are so many people with good ears in this place… …!”

Heonwonchang grabbed his neck and looked around.

This is the situation where the priest of Cheongmyeong was suddenly defeated by Baekmyo Shin So-bin.

However, the waves that quietly wrapped around the valley were not disturbed.

Dozens of men, women, and children, standing gracefully in front of each incredibly tall tree, were invariably emitting a transparent breeze.

The unique aerodynamic waves of the Catholic Church swayed in the breeze, but the sound of the bushes rustling and dancing was clear.

The noble masters of the famous clan exchanged glances or licked their lips with expressionless faces.

It seemed as if he was discussing the martial arts he had just seen through voice.

The Cheonju branch’s unmanned personnel took away the unconscious Jeong Nan-song.

Soon after, Moonju Cheongbohwa opened her mouth. She looked over the shoulder of Shin Sobin, who was calmly lowering her hand, and at Taeyeonryong.

“You’re right. Nansong has never encountered life and death issues.”

“hmm.”

“Since Cheongsu became a commoner, he has been strictly forbidden from going outside. The masters of the dark night warfare who have settled in Cheonjusan (天柱山) are so elusive that they have even stood up to the great generals of Iphwangseong, and on the rare occasions when a purple peerless master would come, they would disappear without a trace. It was an unavoidable course of action. In any case… … It must have been a good lesson for Nansong as well.”

Cheong Bo-hwa turned her gaze towards Jeong Yeon-shin.

“You have chosen a good successor. He is a talent that shines even brighter because he lives in a different time than our clan.”

“It must have been a long time for her.”

Ma Gwang-ik answered calmly. Shin So-bin, who had been turning her back, shrugged her shoulders exaggeratedly.

Cheongbohwa laughed.

“You have broadened your horizons in one stroke. This is a rare feat. The dense use of your entire body’s muscles, the spirited forward movement, the straight punch that gathers the waves into one bundle… … It shows your determination not to prolong the fight. You are truly desperate. No, judging by your personality, you must have the inclination to be courteous to your opponent.”

Shin So-bin fought in the martial arts and told Jeong Yeon-shin that he was the founder of martial arts. It was inevitable.

“I heard what the poppy child said. It’s called the Shihwamugeukwon?”

Cheongbohwa asks. Her eyes, like deep lakes, stand out.

He gazed at the Pure God with the eyes of a wise man who could see through all things, while keeping a calm and composed prayer.

The answer came from between the two.

“This is Jaycho Jinbyeok.”

It was Shin So-bin who blocked them with her small stature.

She straightened her shoulders. Her black hair, tousled by the waves she had created, fell down.

A modest and frugal demeanor. The unique feeling of the Seomyeo Mu-maek always emanated from him, and his understanding of martial arts was the most outstanding.

Jeongyeonshin shut her mouth after seeing his back.

I had a strange feeling. I had witnessed something that would remain and be passed down after he passed away.

Besides fate and the tombstone, there was one more thing.

It was a very important moment. I felt that way. I realized through Shin So-bin how much I was leaving behind.

‘Will the martial arts I leave behind be passed down through generations like this?’

It was said that the studies that were created were passed down to future generations through various methods.

What remains in books is called secret, and the spirit imbued with martial arts is passed down from mouth to mouth.

Mu-Maek. They were people who shared martial arts skills that were more important than blood, in accordance with the founder’s ideas.

It seemed visible.

How many people will study the phrases he hurriedly scribbled in his head and practice according to those phrases?

Just thinking about it fills my heart. I hope that Seomyeran Ho will have a longer lifeline than anyone else in the world.

‘No, Jeong Ga-dong is my diary… … ?’

Suddenly, Jeongyeonshin’s eyes grew wide.

“Jinbyeok. I see.”

Cheongbohwa’s wrinkled eyes slightly curved.

“I understand the secret of that plan. It’s to end the fight with a short sum. Jeong Dae-ju must be a great master who seeks a quick and decisive battle.”

“You’re not only good at short-term battles, are you?”

Shin So-bin answered with a slightly raised tone, placing her hands on both of her waists.

Cheongbohwa smiled kindly.

“Anyway, there’s no need to discuss the perfection of that one recipe. We clearly lost. However… the next one will be different. There’s a kid who has honed his sword skills through years of fighting in the dark night. I’m looking forward to the next martial arts of the Magwangikju.”

The moment she finished speaking.

Sabak.

A swordsman in white uniform walked out of the Cheonjumun camp.

She was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, with ears sharpened like divine swords.

“I am Gi-geom-hyang (奇劍香). I am from this village. I learned and mastered the Yeon-do-cheon-sang-geom (聯道天像劍) of the Cheonju-mun (天惏劍).”

His face was flushed. It was a complexion that seemed to testify to his strong aerodynamics.

The air around his face began to tremble slightly as he watched the dazzling light flash from his two eyes, but it was different from the airwaves of Jeong Nan-song, who had been defeated earlier.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong whistled.

“Are you saying you can’t just open the way?”

The lake of Cheonjumun was said to be a by-product of Cheonhamok, which they regarded as sacred.

It is a place that is treated as precious as the secret martial arts of the sect, and those who come to soak in the lake are not allowed to enter without any hesitation.

The other party was not particularly friendly because they were of the imperial family.

Jeong Yeon-shin recalled Aksurim’s words. He said that even the countryside with its indigenous religious sects was incomparable in terms of isolation.

‘Please broaden your horizons with the unprecedented Dokmun martial arts… … .’

I won one out of three times. While I was wondering who to send next, I suddenly met eyes with Heonwonchang.

It was our oldest motive. As soon as we made eye contact, we guessed each other’s intentions.

Swish.

Iphwang Shinhyeop stood up from his seat.

“Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik! I, Heon Won Chang, will receive your sword.”

The hero’s hat he wore on his head fluttered blue.

The shift took place. Shin So-bin stepped down.

As she returned, she tapped Heonwonchang and Jeongyeonshin on the shoulders one after the other.

It was the praise of a junior who had done his part. The fingertips that had been oozing with boldness trembled slightly only when they touched Dae-ju’s shoulder.

Whenever this happened, Jeong Yeon-shin would feel the status of someone who created martial arts in the world of martial arts. All she had to do was turn her head a little more sharply.

“good job.”

Ma Gwang-ik praised his subordinates.

“The path was a little off. It wasn’t a straight line all the way to the extreme. If it had been extended properly, it would have destroyed all the Hosin Ganggi. It was a waste of time using the light wave.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had come to have the mindset of a great leader, gave advice.

Shin So-bin, who had been smiling brightly, narrowed her eyes.

“I did a good job, right?”

“okay.”

Jeongyeonshin turned her head toward the front. Heonwonchang and Gigeomhyang were drawing their swords.

“… … .”

For a moment, the air became silent. The breeze that had been blowing through the gaps in the bushes scattered in all directions, leaving the two swordsmen behind.

The blades of grass bowed their heads like wild horses. Even though they were paying homage to the savage, they felt as if they were in the middle of a fierce battle where life and death were at stake.

Ki-geom-hyang opened her mouth.

“Say it again. It’s the Yeondocheonsanggeom.”

“Gwangyeokyeol.”

Heonwonchang answered bluntly. His expression completely changed as soon as he drew his sword.

His narrow eyes and straight eyebrows were blade-like, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the sword were blue and split with a dark aura.

Saaaaaaaa―

The energy held by the two men’s blades rode the wind and swept away the surroundings eerily. The self-torn blades of grass and dust flew around in a messy manner.

“It is said that the Heavenly Sword of the Heavenly Scriptures was greatly used to destroy the old religious sects.”

Taeyeonryong, who was behind him, suddenly opened his mouth. He was looking up at his master.

“There is a famous story about the sword of the previous lord of the gate being shattered into pieces by the sword demon and the dark sword god general. It is said that even without using any special physical energy, his entire body was pulverized and swept away as if by the transparent sword wind. Opinions are still divided. Is it because of the extreme speed of the sword, or is it because of a special secret technique?”

“I know that some of the great sects participated in the war, aside from Bonseong, but no one saw it properly?”

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin asked, Heonwonchang and Gi-geom-hyang’s swords clashed.

Jeez, jeez, jeez!

The surrounding bushes were instantly engulfed in a hazy sword light. The two swordsmen were also obscured by the dozens of trajectories that had been released.

Soon after, white light began to flash here and there from the direction of Gi-geom-hyang. It was the light wave of Gwang-ye-gyeol.

As the pure white sword light gradually grew darker and darker, the aftereffects of the sword clash also surged towards Jeongyeonshin.

The vibrations struck my skin in the form of threads and scattered, along with the feeling of the collar being swept down while making a rustling sound.

“It’s noisy for no reason.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong walked backwards with a stomping pace.

Then, he opened his mouth again, leaning his body slanted against the wall of the palanquin of the Shingeomdanju.

“It is said that the heads of the Cheonju Sect have studied martial arts and sorcery together for generations. It would not be strange for them to always have some kind of sorcery like formations hanging around. Since it is such a closed sect, there is no way they would have shown their skills so clearly on the battlefield where there must have been so many people. In any case, it is not for nothing that they are compared to the swordsmanship of the old school. Gwangyegyeol has been put to the test. The results of today will surely be passed on to the main sect.”

“I see.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded calmly.

Cheong Bo-hwa, standing on the other side, was watching the two swordsmen’s fight intently.

They say he broadened his horizons with martial arts skills that were not available in the Central Plains, and he doesn’t even look down on the fights of his subordinates.

It seemed like he was looking at the structure and path of the waves created by Ma Gwang-ik-ju with great interest.

Swish! Damn it!

It was a fight between those who were as good as the blue of the Ip Hwang Seong. It was a level that was hard to find in the martial arts world. Dozens of moves passed in the blink of an eye.

The masters had their own time. From the trajectories of their sword strikes that would frequently become entangled and unravel, tremendous aerodynamic waves would spread out.

‘One hundred thirty, one hundred fifty-four, first-class… … .’

Jeongyeonshin took in the sight of the Yeondocheonsanggeom sword being used by Gigeomhyang.

It was a sword that seemed to ride the wind. Compared to the light wave in Gi-geom-hyang’s grip, the speed of the sword was unusually fast.

It was like that from the moment he stabbed the Hyeonwonchang’s forehead. He went in through the gap of the white energy of the Gwangyegyeol that was tied to the Iphwanggeom.

The swordsmanship that passed by, as if it had been immersed in the wind of light from the Gwangyegyeol, was incredibly mysterious.

Heonwonchang raised his Iphwanggeom and struck.

Phew! Phew!

Suddenly, a shockwave exploded from his chest. Blood spurted out along the edge of the sword wind that swept up his collar.

For a moment, a bright blue light flashed through Jeongyeonshin’s eyes. Why did you get hurt and make a fuss?

‘If the light waves of the Gwangyegyeol had been a little thicker, I wouldn’t have been hit. I’m being pushed back in air power.’

Jeongyeon Shin clenched her fist. The forearm muscles of her left sleeveless arm were clearly separated along with the veins.

The expressions of the masters of the Catholic Church changed slightly. Earlier, Ma Gwang-ik-ju had given some rare words of wisdom to his youngest disciple, Jeong Nan-song.

He approached his subordinate with a look of agitation on his face that showed his personality.

A strange light appeared in Cheongbohwa’s eyes.

“A young personality, strong martial arts skills, and a humble character… … Isn’t that truly the Three Flowers and the Three Graces?”

That was when.

Wow!

A violent shock wave hit the atmosphere.

It was in the middle of the valley. Heonwonchang staggered and retreated.

The hand holding the Ip-Hwang-Geom was trembling like the wings of a moth, and it seemed as if he was forcibly suppressing the shock that was difficult for anyone to handle.

On the other hand, the attitude of Ki-geom-hyang, who had lowered his sword, was still dignified.

Hwaak.

The air that had been compressed in the vortex of the swordsmanship is violently released.

The traces that had painted the empty lot cloudy and white scattered like unraveling threads.

“Again…let’s do it again.”

A suppressed voice flowed out from the gap between the teeth of Heonwonchang.

Gigeomhyang shook her head.

“Your swordsmanship is beyond my reach. If we fight ten times, I’ll be lucky if I win twice. I’m sure you know that.”

“I beg you, let us do it again. Our lord must bathe there.”

“Your sword was frighteningly sharp. It was definitely a sword technique I had never encountered before. It’s a shame, but it’s comparable to the Yeondocheonsang sword in the text, so that’s enough. The village elders must have seen it too.”

It was the defeat of Iphwangdaehyeop Heonwonchang.

It is common in the world of martial arts for an unmanned force to be defeated. However, Ma Gwang-ik’s mission failure was a different story.

Even the personal safety of the new sword master and the magic sword master is connected.

The disappointment was evident from the back of Heonwonchang’s head. The hand holding the sword was shaking with a different meaning, and it looked like he was swallowing down a great deal of anger.

That was when.

“I can continue the fight. Are you next?”

Gigeomhyang pointed at Taeyeonryong with her sword.

The fact that the Catholic Church did not specifically try to stop him seemed to be a great acknowledgement of the popularity and skills that Gi Geum-hyang had built up.

It was a provocation that Jeong Yeon-shin’s Ma Gwang-ik had never experienced before.

Taeyeonryong’s mouth twisted.

“Hey, Snow Sword.”

“… … .”

“You said you had banned the use of air power by 70 percent? Isn’t it because your consciousness was focused on your own internal energy that you couldn’t do anything?”

Heonwonchang returned without answering. The sight of him bowing his head toward Jeongyeonshin was pitiful.

“I’m sorry, Daejoo.” Jeong Yeon-shin patted his shoulder indifferently.

“Just a bath.”

Sarak.

The hem of a blue dress, hanging tangledly, brushed past the two people. The pungent smell of alcohol wafted through the air. It was accompanied by the slurring of words.

“Look carefully at the Daeseolgeom. This is how you use the Gwangyegyeol.”

“Are you trying to show the same martial arts? I’ve already seen it. Take out something else.”

Gigeomhyang, who had her eyebrows together, swung her sword once.

The remnants of the light wave that had been lingering on the sword like an awl burst through the grass.

“You can’t even see the main point and say something like that… … .”

Tae-Yeom-Ryong swallowed the words that were typical of a country bumpkin. With cold eyes, he tilted his neck back and forth and gestured toward Gi-Geom-Hyang.

She raised her sword without saying any more.

He aimed his sword at Taeyeonryong’s forehead, but the movement of his arm, which usually trembled, was so delicately sharp that it was impossible to see it.

Three times. It was the last rain.

Hwaaaa …

Suddenly, a blurry beam of light enveloped Taeyeonryong’s entire body.

The energy of the innate solar vein is released into the true energy structure of the Gwangyegyeol. The hot heat energy entangles the grass leaves in all directions.

That too for a moment.

The initially hazy aura instantly gained a pure white saturation. The radiance that had grown darker in an instant was now billowing like a curtain all over his body.

The waves collided with each other and the air, accumulating their own strength.

The stronger the flow of the waves becomes as the sum is divided, the more it tangles on its own, increasing the size of the shock. It was a completely independent path.

Kwaaaa …

“Our Gwangyechae’s secret is a short-term decisive battle. Since we can’t use the Hwankang, we have to do it like this.”

The operation of Jin-gi resembled Jeong Yeon-shin. It was incredibly sensual.

“what……!”

The moment Ki-geom-hyang, who had her eyes wide open, brought her sword down, Tae-yeon-ryong’s mouth went up. The surrounding bushes were turning to ash and scattering.

“Let’s go take a bath, my lord.”

A spark flashed in his eyes.