Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 31

Genius (3)

Soon, cheers erupted from afar.

Even the masters who trained in the old school were usually polite and respectful.

They were mainly young warriors who were friends with Jeong Yeon-shin.

It seemed like the people I saw while guarding Jeong-Hye were the main ones.

“Your nickname is Seomye? That’s a very fitting name.”

“Gwanghwageomryu. It’s just as I heard.”

“What a truly mysterious and splendid swordsmanship. And powerful.”

“If it’s Wei Mu-hyeok, then he’s the person who raised the late Ji-su, who even the Paegeomjong clan had risked its life for…!”

There was a decisive battle before their eyes. Their master and even their elders were left alone.

With the fraud rising endlessly, Jeongyeonshin’s nerves were focused head-on.

‘The sword of defeat.’

The front was completely different. There was a small commotion.

Although the demand was not great, they could not hide their looks of embarrassment.

Moonju’s disciple lost his head in two strikes. Even though his opponent was the same age.

“This is something that cannot happen in the world.”

“How could Moo-hyeok not even resist······.”

“Kill them all.”

The last words came out of the mouth of the fallen sword master.

A sound that did not tolerate a decline in morale swept across the plains of the audience. There was an enormous energy.

“Come back!”

Heonwonchang must have been so desperate that he called out the name as if it were his friend.

I met his eyes. He was still, his sword stuck in the ground.

He seemed to have no particular emotion about his disciple’s death. Jeong Yeon-shin made a big smile.

‘I’ll take one of your arms. I’ll do it somehow.’

What an absurd guest-ship. Jeong Yeon-shin also knows. It was something that could only be approached as entertainment.

A faint smile appeared on the face of the Demon Lord for the first time. He even snickered.

At the same time, a vibration like a military flag spread from the Paegeomjong camp.

Jeongyeonshin’s Gwanghwageomryu sparked a war between sects.

Jongnampa also rose like a cloud and ran as if to protect the vanguard.

Aaaahhhhhh-!

Among those who silently folded space with incredible lightness, there were those who shouted.

The voice full of energy echoed in all directions. The plains felt like valleys.

Amidst the raging waves, Jeongyeonshin tried to come to her senses.

‘This is a battle between masters.’

He stepped back without taking his eyes off the sword. The distance seemed to disappear in an instant.

In the forefront was a master who shook the ground with tremendous momentum.

He had a large appearance and a wild spirit, with a flowing beard.

‘This is not normal.’

I could tell at a glance that he was a senior-level expert.

A person with the highest level of talent in the swordsmanship sect who has practiced the martial arts of ascension for decades.

It was still an unmanned facility that Jeongyeonshin could not handle.

“I’ll kill you!”

He seemed to be Wi Mu-hyeok’s grandfather. His wide-open eyes sparkled with light.

As a master of Sapa martial arts, there was no way he could afford to let Jeong Yeon-sin off guard just because she was young.

“If you had taught me well, there wouldn’t have been two sums.”

“How dare you!”

Jeong Yeon-shin’s words were like a fire that had been lit on the wick of a firearm. It conveyed an incredible killing intent.

That was enough. It was a deliberate provocation to focus attention.

‘This is a battlefield now. Any means necessary are acceptable.’

He turned his body to the side to create space. From behind, the Jongnam Sword Slash flew past, brushing the hem of his clothes.

“Thanks to you, I have won this fight.”

“Cough!”

With the words of the swordsman, the body of the elder of the swordsmanship sect flew backwards.

A tremendous wave of light erupted from Jongnam Swordsman’s palm and swept across the area.

A fierce clash signals the start of a sect war. Finally, a grand battle between the Paegeomjong and Jongnam factions takes place.

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes scanned the front, left, and right. From now on, in order to gain merit, she had to find an enemy she could handle.

‘There are a lot.’

Fortunately, there were many young masters who couldn’t control their temper and rushed in.

Jeongyeonshin immediately kicked the ground to the side.

“You bastard!”

He had already attracted a lot of attention and was the main target of the Pagans.

The number of enemies rushing in with their swords drawn was not one or two.

‘I can handle it.’

They were all young. That was natural.

The other elders and mid-level experts clashed with each other as if they sensed each other’s energy.

If even one person is missed, the disciples could be annihilated.

Phew!

When you use the true energy of Jeonggadonggong, a fairly strong energy wave arises.

The hem of Jeongyeonshin’s clothes fluttered as if to prove her constant growth.

Today, I did not wear the Iphwangseong military uniform because I was going to participate in the war as a guest of the Jongnampa.

If there is a second rotation, then I will wear it.

The one who struck first used a spear.

The energy that had accumulated over the day had even reached Jeon Sa-gyeong. It was on a different level from the Tangrangpa’s unmanned forces.

Wow!

The young rotational wave in the Changgeuk was cut off by the sword strike of the Iphwanggeom.

The moment confusion appeared in the bastard’s eyes, the dim light of the Gwanghwageomryu swept across his neck.

‘two.’

The moment he entered the battlefield, Jeong Yeon-shin did not treat his enemies as people.

Merit is measured in numbers. If you are obsessed with ethics and compassion, you will not survive here.

Boom! Phew!

White sword light flashed in all directions along with the gusting dust wind.

The upper body of the temple, which was emitting an invisible light, did not allow a square shape.

Even though a sword was extended from behind, he immediately deflected it and struck his neck.

The feeling of looking across the entire space. The sense I gained from Dangrangpa was greatly contributing to the group battle.

“Get your act together! Don’t go in without permission!”

“Even the Dharma is mysterious! Look at the legs properly!”

The disciples of the Paegeomjong clan finally confronted him with the premise of a joint attack. The harmony between the Hwanikbo and the Gwanghwageom style was amazing.

Ma Gwang-ik, the island warrior who is gradually becoming perfect as a martial artist by acquiring the skills of Dokmun.

Before he knew it, Heonwonchang had taken over and was assisting him, and among the young disciples of Jongnampa, Jeongyeonshin’s record was overwhelmingly superior.

The Ip Hwang Geum continued to spray blood without stopping, until the great battle between the two sects reached a lull.

* * *

The first round was a victory for Jongnampa. It was said that the momentum they had at the beginning was very significant.

Jeong Yeon-shin has now become a famous person in Jongnam Mountain. All the warriors of Jongnam Faction are friendly and respectful.

“I have some grain tea that I have secretly hidden away from the Master and the Four Hundred Disciples. Would you like a drink?”

“The non-combat appointment is that late? I’m late.”

“It seemed like the four sisters of the Poetry and Rules Hall were interested in Sohyeop, but I cut them off resolutely. Shouldn’t our argument and sword come first? Hahaha!”

It was difficult to even respond. Jeong Yeon-shin recalled her conversation with Yeo Il-shin while walking along the quiet path.

The answer came back that if I wanted, I could tell him the reason for the destruction of the Jeong family right now.

The second oldest brother also said that he already knew about it.

Jeong Joong-san said that there was a reason why he did not tell his younger brother, and that Yeo Il-shin herself was hesitant to bring it up.

I think it would be better to hear it after the big fight is over.

‘I don’t think it will be that shocking.’

I had an idea.

He was running desperately to escape his impending death, but those who did not know treated him like a child.

The enemies were the same. At least it was a happy thing that they were able to kill such a difficult enemy as the Blood Sect Sword and take credit for it.

“Just in case.”

I let my thoughts out by talking to myself.

I decided not to do anything that would distract me from the momentary fight.

The focus was more on future revenge than on the destruction that had already occurred.

Simma said he would come suddenly. It would be enough to hear it when you leave Jongnamsan.

“Jeong So-hyeop!”

From afar, Heonwonchang waved his hand. Jeongyeonshin approached with a small smile.

“Have you by any chance been acquainted with any of the mid-level masters of the Jongnam faction?”

“What’s going on?”

“Two famous masters from Xi’an came to see me. They asked if I wanted to practice together. They said they had an interesting training method.”

I remembered the people who had come with Yeo Il-shin at the market.

Those who nodded as if it was natural when she suggested to Jeong Yeon-shin that she join the Jongnam faction.

They were the experts who helped collect the body of the chief. I saw them briefly during the first competition.

“Are your nicknames Dan-ae Sword and Mu-ryeong Fist?”

“Huh, the popularity of the Sohyeop is considerable. There’s no need for me to die in the wilderness. It seemed like His Majesty the Swordsman was treating me like his own grandson, and even the Hwasan Swordsman was talking about the Hwasan faction’s guests······.”

Heonwonchang said with an envious expression.

Looking back, this Kang Ho-hang trip was very different from the first time.

I have also made many connections with old-school masters who are difficult to find even in the private sector.

“It’s been a while, you too.”

Jeongyeon Shin took a leisurely step.

White clouds shining in the sunlight approached gently.

That was until the Second Great War.

* * *

Three days later, Paegeomjong, whom we met again at Gwanjung Plains, came out sharpening his sword.

I could feel it just by looking at the camp.

Even though it was a safari, the facial expressions of many of the unmanned people were not visible.

“It won’t be easy. The few old men in the Senate have all come out.”

Jongnam Swordsman spoke solemnly. Gu Yangshin nodded slowly.

“If we win here, it’s over.”

“Myohwa, take good care of your disciples.”

“Yes, Elder.”

The expression on Weizhimyohwa’s face as he responded calmly was different from before.

The white face is in full bloom.

I felt strength surge through my body, as if I had thrown off the worries I had been carrying.

It was a straight, burning wave.

Thanks to his great achievements, Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes met hers as he stood with them.

The lips of the Wizhi Myohwa rose.

“Good luck, Jeong So-hyeop.”

“I hope your Majesty the Sword Dragon is safe as well.”

Jeongyeon Shin answered calmly and turned her head.

It was not the time to worry about a master who was more skilled than him.

At that moment, Jongnam Swordsman touched his shoulder.

“Beware of the Eight Evil Swordsman. He is the grandfather of Wei Wuhyeok, whom you defeated.”

“Are you talking about that swordsman elder from last time?”

“Yes. I had to face the lord of the Senate before I could finish the order. His posture quickly collapsed, but he seemed to be concerned about you even as he took my sword.”

“He has a higher distribution than the Sword Master, but he is like his right hand and left hand on the battlefield. People often say he is his right arm.”

Wijimyohwa spoke with a worried expression.

“Thank you for your concern.”

The second round of competition began as Jeong Yeon-shin nodded.

This time there was no vanguard. The swordsman charged forward with a momentum that did not look back or forth.

The war that determined the life or death of the sect was different from the romantic world of martial arts that the rich talk about.

The battle for power, honor, and survival compressed the space-time perception of the unmanned beings in an instant.

Bam! Bam!

“Gather at the Shiyulgak! Let’s start the examination over here!”

“Ahh!”

Jeongyeonshin suddenly realized that she was the one who was causing the Gwanghwageomryu in the fierce battle area.

The smell of blood had become familiar. How many people had I cut down in the waves of the masters’ spirits swirling around from all directions?

“There’s no need for long words!”

An old man who exudes tremendous aura even in his tattered clothes, as if he had just come from a fight.

Jongnam Geomseon’s advice was right. Elder Paegeomjong and Palhyeongnachalgeom approached with sharp eyes.

“Are all the Sapas like that? They don’t know shame.”

“I’ll give you a call.”

Jeong Yeon-shin knew instinctively that in a melee, there was no method more effective than provocation.

Even though he must have a lot of experience in martial arts as an elder of the thirteenth heaven, he walks briskly like a lion stalking its prey, intoxicated by his own inaction.

The field of vision is completely narrowed.

I could feel the presence of the Hyeonwonchang and Jongnampa masters running from both sides as if to assist me.

I raised my entire body’s internal energy to the limit.

Oh my god!

The sword force that barely managed to deflect the blow was tremendous. The ground that the tip of the sword had not even touched was torn apart with a thud.

As if the elder-level Daemun sect’s skills never stop, the Eight Threatening Swordsmen continued to unleash their powerful techniques.

Jeongyeonshin spread out her Hwanikbo and swiped it at her side.

“This guy?”

Phew!

The moment the eyebrows of the Palhyeongnachalgeom twitched, his new form that had hit his palm bounced far away.

A tremendous amount of experience exploded from the oblique muscles on the rib side of the body.

Since I am not a master of the method of regeneration, I cannot generate power instantly.

Jeongyeonshin opened her eyes wide.

‘Jeong Ga-dong-gong!’

A small, activated pause assisted the internal energy.

The peerless pupil Jin-gi rose from the shock.

It instantly relieves the pain that seemed to spread throughout the body and restores the entire body.

In the meantime, the arrived Wijimyohwa, Muyeongkwon, and Danaegeom blocked the Palhyeongnachalgeom.

The sight of the four masters in the upper row mixing hands was reflected in Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes.

In that moment, my upper body began to burn and I began to engrave all the techniques of the Eight Evil Swordsmanship into my mind.

‘He’s furious. Easy to figure out.’

I was struck by how he held the sword and how his muscles moved when he applied his sword power.

He didn’t stop there, he delved into every little detail.

Even the smallest habits of footwork, direction of movement, and gestures that create a sense of movement.

The Palhyeongnachalgeom, which seemed to be pushed back until the 50th anniversary, used Donggwi Eojin’s move.

He gave his left arm to the sword of Wizhi Myohwa and struck her in the stomach.

He fell down after being hit by a right-hand sword strike from the Muryeong Kwon and Dan-ae Sword.

The old man looked like he was covered in wounds. He was a one-armed swordsman, and there was dark red blood in his mouth. He seemed to be suffering from a serious internal injury.

Nevertheless, Palhyungnachalgeom was a renowned elder of the Paegum sect.

“Put the pressure down!”

Heonwonchang rushed in and rolled around miserably. What could have been so annoying?

Just before his sword rushed in with Jin Gak, Heon Won Chang’s neck was cut off.

Jeong Yeon-shin was now standing at the side of the Palhyeoknachalgeom.

“I’ve been waiting!”

A murderous smile appeared on the old man’s lips. The swordsman’s stance changed drastically.

A tremendous sword emerged from his wrinkled hand.

It was when the sword strike coming up diagonally reached Jeong Yeon-shin’s torso.

‘I feel it.’

It was not a sword that could be seen as a result of Jeongyeonshin’s accomplishment of the Anbeop. This was in the realm of foresight.

The crown of his head seemed to be glowing. It was as if the sun had fallen on his head, and a hot energy was blazing through his upper body.

I have calculated all the techniques of the Eight Evil Swordsmanship I have seen so far. I have left everything to my own talent and fortune.

He thought that just one second, at this moment, in this posture, the eight evil swords that would burst out would not be different from what he had imagined.

I had already drawn a path to destroy that herbivore.

The Ip-Hwang-Geom in his hand stretched out in a curved shape.

It was an eclipse that the martial artists called Pahae (破毁).

The bright sunlight that had been shining down dimmed on the sword, and a white trajectory flowed through the sword like water and passed over the neck of the astonished old man.

Phew!

“······.”

In the battlefield where all kinds of energy and wind were swirling, only the place where Jeongyeonshin was standing was calm.

I captured the sight of the sword master Paegeomjongju engaging in a fierce battle with the Seocheon Sword Master Gu Yangshin.

I heard that Guyangsin was pushed back by half, but it was different now. He clearly looked this way.

He stared at the sword master, whose expression was bewildered for the first time, and grabbed the corpse’s hair.

“The Sword Master. I said I would take it.”

He raised his head high and filled his voice with energy.

The two sect masters turned their heads toward the resonating voice. Everyone’s movements began to stop one by one.

Jeong Yeon-shin asked calmly.

“Is this your arm too?”