Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 278

Muwi (6)

Thirteen thousand assassins greeted the Great Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom.

The Dark Night Warfare Mugungjo is one of the best assassination groups in the world. Those who belong to it are not mere tools, but rather master assassins who are unrivaled in the martial arts world.

This inevitably means that it has a lot of information. I even considered the possibility that the Heavenly Scroll, which has the lake of Cheonhamok, had the Magwangikju included in it.

“… … .”

Son Sang-myeong calmed his agitation with a silent exhalation and then looked closely at the young man in front of him.

The firing technique of Salsu changes depending on the opponent’s martial arts and skills. I needed to be confident.

‘Black pants, fit enough to walk on water.’

His tightly woven abs were visible through the gaps in the long cotton fabric. This was because he was wearing only a bandage roughly wrapped around his black cotton pants.

The bluish moonlight enveloped me from my shoulders to my arms, and each time my toes slowly stepped onto the water, transparent waves spread out in a circular pattern.

There is no doubt.

‘The characteristics of Yongmo Pagi match.’

The picture doesn’t capture the exterior well, but it’s clearly the Magwangikju.

He was a man who, aside from the leader of the Myunggyo sect and the monster of the Blood Flame Sect, had no peers in the world who could compare to him.

In fact, it is difficult to put him on the same level as Socheonmujeok (笑天無敵) or Chilsado, and there are even rumors going around that he may have more outstanding qualities than them.

He was even said to be an orthodox warrior who was progressing towards perfection in all combat abilities.

The dazzling strength of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ik lies therein.

‘One who builds up stable military power at a faster rate than any other Sima Weido.’

The strength of his martial arts beyond a certain level is well-known in the martial arts world. You can’t imagine how sharp his senses are.

Judging from the fact that he was soaking in the lake, it seems clear that he was injured during the trip to the island. What should we do?

“It must be a dark battle.”

The leader of the Ip Hwang Seong Ma Gwang Ik asks quietly.

It was creepy.

Son Sang-myeong did not answer. While warming the cool nape of his neck with his energy, he pondered how to bury the scent of the ten-mile-long killing.

It was very short. The thought of killing someone is instinctive.

He opened his mouth.

“It’s a clan matter.”

“… … !”

The back of the woman in white uniform who was stealing glances at the Magwangikju flinched. Her reaction was extremely slow.

The Dark Night’s Warfare had been honed over time and had long since acquired a power stronger than that of the Heavenly Sword.

As she twisted her waist and struck the back of her left hand, Son Sang-myeong grabbed her forearm and held the dagger to her neck.

A powerful wave of aerodynamic force rippled from the extremely pale yet dark gray-white grip.

Wow!

The collars of the two men fluttered briefly. The unfinished waves were colorlessly unraveled.

The Heavenly Scripture’s Bo-Wol-Cheon-Beop has not even revealed itself yet.

The subdued drone trembled in surprise.

“Your clumsy Samrasubo (三羅樹步) steps and shallow air power are noticeable. That dead golden hair is a symbol of the clan’s ties. You are a disciple of Gi-geom-hyang.”

Son Sang-myeong continued speaking by only moving his lips.

“Son Hye-hyang (蓀暳香). I heard she is my 7th cousin. My great-grandfather is your great-great-grandfather… … Her achievements are poor. It would have been different if she had been the Cheong-an Demon Sword.”

“Dark battle, damaged… …! Let go!”

“It’s funny how you blurt out those words so brazenly. Unlike your mouth, your body doesn’t move an inch. As expected, the Heavenly Clan is still nothing more than a flower. Not knowing that destruction is imminent, you wave your arms like leaves in the name of cultivation.”

Immediately afterwards, Son Sang-myeong stared at Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

‘The distance is six meters, above the water surface… You can’t reach it right away. The leveling method is not a quick method.’

The young lord’s eyes met mine.

His own reflection in the pitch-black eyes was unfamiliar. His skin looked as if it was covered in ash, but it looked unusually dark.

In his mirror-like eyes, Son Sang-myeong had a mean, expressionless expression.

The face of one who was prepared to die did not look as resolute as I had thought. That was how I felt.

“If you don’t want to be the target of the Ten-Ri-Il-Sal, then don’t get involved. Many masters of black have died since ancient times. They were all swordsmen who had a great reputation in the martial arts world.”

The name Son Sang-myeong spoke in a whisper.

It was a provocation. There is no one among the masters of martial arts who does not have strong pride.

I had to get that noble newcomer as close as possible. It was still too far to spread the scent of pursuit.

Slap.

Ma Gwang-ik-ju moved his feet. He was moving his lips away.

“Are you talking about my seniors?”

“I have lived a long life. Their astonished expressions are still vivid. Those who enjoyed invincibility through their reputation and merits, slowly looking down at the arrows stuck in their chests… … .”

There was a dry smile in the damaged voice.

He continued.

“The ten-mile one-kill in the text is a peerless secret. It is the first to tarnish the reputation of the super masters who have absolutely reigned since the early Ming Dynasty.”

“Have you really lived that long? Your energy reserves don’t seem that great, but I guess they don’t accumulate as much as you accumulate them. This is the first time I’ve felt it.”

Ma Gwang-ik-ju walked forward, tilting his head slightly.

“… Your short story was handed over to our lord. It was a huge mistake. It was because it led to the great undertaking that had been postponed and postponed. The first of these was the destruction of the Cheonju clan. The lake of Cheonhamok that you were standing on became necessary.”

With each word I utter, the distance between us narrows.

The more this happened, the colder the look in Son Sang-myeong’s eyes became. Sal-su’s sense of measuring distance was no less than that of any other swordsman.

Every time the bare feet of the blue-veined Ma Gwang-ik-ju cut through the water, he felt the rippling waves. It was overwhelmingly dense.

It’s okay.

His goal is not victory. It is the expected Donggwijin. He came prepared to give up his life.

In order for the mortally wounded Amyajeon of Jeonju to pierce through the black body of Iphwangseong, it had to be like that.

quietly.

He slowly created a force in his hand. The dust that flowed in through his sleeve settled in Son Sang-myeong’s palm.

Saaaaa―

The moment when the wind that had been teasing the moonlight slowly stops breathing.

Suddenly, the ground beneath Magwangikju’s feet became clouded. It was a sudden technique. A huge foam rose up following the footsteps that kicked the water.

Through that gap, transparent, sharp waves rushed violently. They swept through the air at an incredibly fast speed, as if they had fired a fire bomb.

The water current, loaded with the power of a master, was in itself a direct hit.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

“nice……!”

It was when Son Sang-myeong shot dust over Son Hye-hyang’s head.

The top of the wave blazed like a blue flame, then suddenly accelerated like a spark from a lightning strike.

In an instant, the sound of the air being torn apart was tremendous. Son Sang-myeong belatedly remembered the secret of Mancheonhwawoo. However, it was literally too late.

Chomp!

It was a moment. A long, large stream of water split my vision in half. The water droplets that splashed in front of my eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

The assassination master of the dark night battle thought for the last time. I hope that even a single grain of Chu Jonghyang had reached him.

* * *

The following teaching took place on the shore of a lake, with the moist wisps of wind blowing through the gaps in the bushes.

Dew, carrying a soft light, would roll down from leaves and blades of grass from time to time.

A bright voice rang out.

“Your movements penetrate the fundamentals of the Mingjok Gyeongsin method, so it shouldn’t be that hard to match your feet and the water with the true energy of Yongcheonhyeol. Yes. For you, walking on water was never difficult for the current Ma Gwangikju. It’s hard to step on the true awakening there, and it’s the same problem for anyone.”

The new sword master, lying on his side, said, with his back to the water.

He looked like a bum reading a book while lying down, his head supported by one arm. He was not shy.

To Jeong Yeon-shin, it seemed like her body and mind were not bound by anything.

‘Flexibility of mind and body.’

The highest ranking officials of the Ip Hwang Seong had such free-spirited behavior. The maternal grandfather, Mayeon Jeok, and the Black Jeil, Aksurim, were like that, but the only difference was the temperament of the new sword master.

Jeong Yeon-shin learned the dignity of the strong from them. The noble ones of Iphwangseong act as they please under the banner of protecting the people’s livelihood.

‘And the people are well taken care of.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

It was a place where I had my life’s goal. A representative of the purple color of Iphwangseong. The conduct and spirit of the new sword master were completely engraved in my sight.

His eyes, tinted blue by the method of divination, closely examined his immediate superior’s habitual gestures, the aerodynamic waves of his blood vessels, and the texture of his muscles.

It is a place of exquisite beauty worthy of containing the fruits of the world.

In order to understand the natural law of the crescent moon rising into a full moon and the Baekhoehyeol expanding like absolute destiny, you must reach that person’s level.

“I understand that you’re doing that because there are so many eyes watching.”

The new sword master glanced back, winked, and opened his mouth.

“Your gaze is really burdensome. Are all kids like that these days? They’re really reckless.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say things that aren’t in your heart. Your eyes are sparkling.”

The new sword master said with a very uneasy expression. You won’t be learning anything strange, right?

It was a concern that did not reach the young Ma Gwang-ik-ju. Jeong Yeon-shin simply stared blankly at the Shin Geom-dan-ju with an innocent expression.

Swish.

The new sword master sighed and got up.

“I have a strong desire to give something more to my outstanding junior.”

“The junior’s bowl is quite empty.”

“Don’t say it so blandly. It’s a shame because you seem so solid. Anyway, I learned the martial arts of the Yonghwanmun (龍環門) school from the masters. Please understand that I can’t just pass it on. Old Master Paegeom probably didn’t want his precious grandson to be tainted with the side effects of the Paedo martial arts, but my reasons are a little different.”

“So it’s one?”

“It is a unique, unfinished light art. It can reach your eye level. There was a lot of talk that if it were completed, it would show the best sprint of its time… … The knots were largely lost, so only a few techniques remain.”

The new sword master smiled brightly, shaking out his purple sleeves.

“It was a long time ago. Listen.”

The iron blacksmith who settled in the Central Plains with the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming tribes coveted the horn of the yellow dragon.

The reason was not handed down. In the first place, dragons were spirits whose existence was unknown.

No one knew whether the blacksmith had actually seen the yellow dragon or was simply absorbed in the old tale.

There were only stories of the descendants of the great clans coming down and all kinds of powerful gods running wild.

The blacksmith wandered the world of martial arts in hopes of catching a dragon. He met many warriors and knights, and practiced martial arts and the art of reverence.

Approaching the dragon and breaking its horn was his life’s goal, so exquisite skill was essential.

He made friends with his associates and acquired martial arts skills through the warriors of Sima Weidao.

During this time, he also began to interact with the immortals of the old school, and eventually met Yongming Jinren (龍皿眞人) of the Kunlun school, who was famous for his divine technique of floating in the air.

It was a time when survival was considered precious. If people shared the same feelings, they even shared martial arts skills.

At this time, the blacksmith created the ‘Yongorum’s Lightness’ by combining the gait of the Ming tribe and the powerful footwork of the Iron Tribe with a part of the teachings of Yongmyeongjinin’s Yunryongdaepalsik.

As a master of the Great Sword, he became a great master himself while searching for a master of martial arts.

He boasted that he would break the dragon’s horn and left, never to return.

It is not known whether the blacksmith actually created the new soldier, or how his story ended.

All that was said was that Yongmyeongjinin had carefully preserved the secret of the Yongorum’s gallop that he had left behind.

The emergency has passed the time.

It was captured by the Ming sect that destroyed the Kunlun sect, then flowed into the imperial family, and even into the hands of the current leader of the Divine Sword Sect, resulting in many losses.

The words of the new sword master ended there.

Jeongyeonshin made a strange expression.

“It’s a wandering martial arts.”

“The five principles have disappeared, and only the concept of controlling the body and energy remains. Is this what you wanted?”

“I like the story. The blacksmith must have reached his goal somehow. He never returned.”

Jeongyeonshin spoke softly.

The martial art that is most effective the moment it is completed is the Hosin Ganggi. It was enough to greatly increase the time limit of the Ultimate Lightning.

However, self-defense martial arts was a skill that required the entire body to be involved.

In order to complete it in the realm of the divine, it had to be done one step at a time. It took a long time.

“Now that I’ve completed the basics with the leveling scale, let me recite it to you. By the way… … .”

The new sword master raised his eyebrows once. It was towards the back of Son Hye-hyang, who had gone to report to the other side of the lake, over Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder.

He lay leisurely even when the assassination attempt of the dark night came.

“That old lady seems to be interested in you. Would you like to be friends with her?”

“yes?”

“Since ancient times, the rest of a warrior must be achieved by both mind and body. The peace shared with a companion cannot be bought with a thousand pieces of gold. It is like spreading out a bed in your head. It may be even more necessary for someone like you who has to run without rest.”

“Are you married?”

“No. Do you know when you’ll die? Why would you make a widow out of a person who is a widow?”

“what……?”

“When the color of my true nature reaches purple, it will be hard to count how many enemies I will have. The moment I announce to the world of martial arts that I will wash my face with gold powder, all the scoundrels in the world will come swarming in. I will definitely cut off that bastard’s head.”

“I will also become purple. I plan to challenge the short-lived leader within two years.”

The corners of the mouth of the new sword master rose.

“I don’t know about this year, but it’s likely that she’ll become a stronger purple than the original. If you keep relieving your tension like you are doing now, then you can really start a family.”

“ah…….”

Jeongyeon Shin opened her mouth slightly. The new sword master continued speaking.

“Aren’t you just cooling off in the lake? It’s hard to control the muscle pain in your heart with a morning ritual. You just made a very bewildered expression, but it was quite something to see. If you’re going to face the Ten-Li-Il-Sal, relax your mind and body like that. It’s a very scary martial art.”

The atmosphere of exchanging skills was as natural as waves.

Days passed like that.

The lake of Cheonhamok swallowed and spat out the full moon repeatedly, and Jeongyeonshin’s legs grew a little longer as they were bathed in moonlight seven times, and they held another unrivaled secret. It was on the calm water surface.

Before he knew it, the Catholic Church was in chaos. The leader of the Shingeomdan spoke as if it was nothing.

“Carry on my legacy. I will give you more than Grandpa Ma.”