Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 429

◈ Grand Master (3)

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The death of Peng Gaju was an accidental event. It was a life-or-death situation that happened suddenly in a situation where nothing was prepared. It was not a situation where any formalities could be observed.

The official secret of the volcanic elixir was different.

It was held on time, at the appointed time. And it was very grand. This was because many of the wealthy disciples of the old school followed suit.

Right in the center of the Green Jade Sword.

There was a vast stage, a yellow-red brick wall that looked like marble, thanks to the cross-sections cut by skilled swordsmen.

The border was surrounded by five or six layers of terraces and awnings forming a large circle, and outside, a high white wall surrounded the manor, reflecting the sunlight noisily.

Around there.

Everywhere a person’s eyes can see is teeming with people.

It was literally a sea of people. Some said it was the largest non-combat event in the past fifty years.

“Shaman Jangbong…!”

“These are the Eighteen Arhats of Shaolin!”

“Aren’t those monks the Four Great Diamonds…? Who would have thought that I would see the six precepts in my lifetime?”

“Over there, the inspectors of the store window!”

“Six Kings, Wu Maek! Six Kings, Wu Maek, have also come!”

Everyone’s expressions are excited, and even their gestures are filled with excitement.

All the famous people of Jeongpa Gangho gathered. Those who entered as original participants were constantly making a fuss like spectators.

The number of people was in the hundreds. Some of them were whispering among themselves, glancing at Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting in the audience seats across from the stage.

Fear, doubt, and awe were evident in the gazes that looked at the new purple.

It was literally a wave of people.

A place where only famous people are present.

It was supposed to be a space that was out of control, but suddenly a young Taoist priest sits down at the head of the podium in a fluttering white robe, and the atmosphere becomes heavy.

The presence of the shaman Gogeom gently held the Jeongpa Gangho in check.

“Everyone, be quiet.”

The prosecutor said.

He winked at Jeong Yeon-shin, who was sitting on his right, like an old man. It seemed to be because of the Peng Ga-ju incident.

But that was all. The shaman Gogeom was a man of the same age as Paehyeop, and a martial god who had experienced the chaotic world of martial arts for several decades.

He didn’t blame the new purple one. He just turned his gaze towards the one sitting on the left of the high swordsman as the head of the Pang family.

“Are you ready for the Pangga?”

“yes.”

Peng Gainhu nodded his head slightly.

Her limbs had grown as long as Jeongyeonshin. A sight that highlighted the miraculous abilities of the Heavenly Yugasingong.

He was standing in the middle of the famous people of Gangho, with his legs roughly crossed and his stride widened, but his posture did not look awkward.

No one pointed out Peng Ga-in-hu’s conduct separately. The martial artists sitting around her each showed a somewhat uncomfortable look.

As someone who would become the head of the Peng family, it was a legitimate life and death decision, but he had lost his father. It was a condition that made it possible to make the viewing area under the canopy into the main house of the Peng family.

It is a place where noble people can repay favors.

“It’s not too late.”

It was a voice that came from behind Jeongyeonshin, one step above.

A strong yet clear scent hit me. It was accompanied by the sound of the hem of a garment falling.

The scent of plum blossoms and the faint presence of the immortal spirit from the divine energy. I could tell who it was without even having to look back.

“That’s good. Will the eldest son of the volcano also participate in the notarization?”

“Yes, willingly.”

Perhaps because it was a public setting, there was a certain formality, unlike in private settings.

Jeong Yeon-shin put Gogeom and Yulhanangrang’s conversation on the back burner. The fact that the absolute rulers of Gangho came to see the showdown between Moo-maek was a secondary issue.

His somewhat nervous gaze soon falls on the young warrior who has climbed up onto the stage. He is a white warrior from the Ipwangma clan with the name Maung.

One day, he sympathized with Ma Sein’s mother, and the moment he saw the half-turned traitor, he admitted his mistake and tried to break his own danjeon.

Jeong Yeon-shin stopped him. It was because he had heard that he was Masain’s bodyguard and a person like an older brother. At that time, he thought of his dead eldest brother and second eldest brother Jeong Jung-san.

He didn’t want to take away from Masain the warmth of his own blood relatives that he didn’t know about.

‘I heard you learned Jeonggadonggong.’

Now, it is said that on the wall of Maung’s quarters hangs a picture of a magpie bridge made up of crows and magpies. Along with a kite with a falcon pattern on it. It was the seal of Jeonggadonggong.

This is a direct translation of a passage where Jeongyeonshin envies the Chilseok kite play among her brothers. It is like the rumor that the disciples of the shamanist faction always keep the Taegeuk pattern close by.

Aside from the fact that Jeongyeonshin’s bed was broken the night he heard that from Ma Sein, Maung was a warrior who had faithfully mastered the abbreviated Jeonggadonggong in his own way.

But the opponent was not good.

“I am Peng Jun. Perhaps because I practiced the Oho Dan Sword, a secret of my family, many of my fellow practitioners in the martial arts world gave me the nickname of Daeho Sword.”

A man wearing a yellow uniform and carrying a sword approached Maung. There was a restrained gesture in which he brought both hands together to his chest, but there was no trace of respect.

Rather, I felt hostility. Even though it was the conduct of a noble family that did not deviate even an inch from etiquette.

It was said to be a fairly famous review index.

He had a sturdy appearance and a face that looked three or four years older than Maung.

He was already spreading invisible energy waves all over his body, and the aerodynamic waves were dimly dyeing the stage floor.

“Maung. I have learned the simplified version of Jeonggadonggong.”

Maung raised his sword as if he was about to raise his sword, then immediately pulled it out from his waist. Only his movements were simple and picturesque.

Jeong Yeon-sin, who was looking down at Ma-ung from the podium, clicked her tongue inwardly. If it weren’t for her and Ma-sein, there was no future for the etiquette of her maternal family.

‘Well, the upper water is close to the waterfall…’

It was when he thought of the perverted Ma Yeon-jeok and the Narak-sal margin.

The prosecutor next to him opened his mouth.

[Iphwangseong and Pengga… The purple-haired Magwangikju has won against the late Penggaju, so today’s duel will take place in three rounds. The two people on the stage can begin now.]

A voice that resonates far and wide.

There was an incredible amount of energy in his voice. It was incomparable to the internal energy of Peng Gaju.

Jeong Yeon-shin realized that Gogeom Jin-in’s internal energy was clearly superior to his own, but at this moment, his concern was directed towards Ma-ung, who was standing below the podium.

It was because the stone of the Pengga called Somyo-do (小猫刀) was emitting life energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyebrows furrowed.

‘Unrefined energy… Did you feed it an elixir?’

The amount of energy accumulated by the Pengga clan was overwhelming Maung.

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The decision was made in an instant.

It was Peng Jun’s victory. He overpowered Seomye Mu-maek, who had recently become famous for his short-term battles, with an even faster swordsmanship.

Maung was helplessly pushed by the shadow of the sword of the Oho Dan Moon method and fell outside the stage.

That was a blessing in disguise.

Because he was ready to kill. Peng Jun never dared to look up at the vicious Jeong Yeon Shin, but he pushed Ma Woong as if he was going to release the pain of losing his family onto the opponent in front of him.

The sword’s energy was extremely fierce. If Peng Gainhu Peng Ya had not snapped his fingers in time, he might have jumped down to the bottom of the stage and stabbed the sword.

‘After that, he must have been trying to use his pride as an excuse… … .’

Pengya glanced at Jeongyeonshin and shook her head internally. She shouldn’t let the family’s guests run wild.

After the incident with the Daeshin Sword and the Heavenly Swordsmen, there was almost a bloodbath, but the old faction mediated and this situation was created. She had already guessed the truth.

‘As long as you win, that’s enough. There’s no need to provoke him further.’

Pengya gestured towards the Pengga camp occupying one side of the training ground. It meant to prepare a guest corresponding to the blue color of the Ip Hwang Seong.

In the meantime, Peng Jun and Ma Woong, who had raised their tickets toward the audience seats where she, Go Geum, Jeong Yeon Shin, and Yul Ha Nalang were sitting, came down from the stage.

Maung’s expression was stained with despair.

[Declare Pengga’s victory.]

The old swordsman’s young voice boomed. The Nokok Sword Hall was instantly filled with cheers.

Regardless of the favors from the two major sects, the crowd had broadened their horizons through the hands of promising later scholars.

‘This is it.’

Pengya clenched her long fingers tightly.

The balance between the Ip Hwang Sung and the Pang Ga is right. It is no different from the purple monster killing the head of the household and the back of the main house defeating the white one. This is the Hwasun Jiyak Bimoohoe.

The audience’s reaction was good.

“The history accumulated by a famous school is bound to bear fruit in the hands of a later generation. Although the Seomyeo Mu-maek is famous for its swiftness, isn’t the Oho-dan-mun-do’s fierceness well-known even in the imperial court?”

“What a misleading statement. Isn’t Maung also a later member of the Ip Hwang Ma family? Even though he is a collateral line… … .”

“The problem isn’t the level of entry. If we look at it individually, Ma Gwang-ik-ju and So Cheon Moo-jeok will compete for the next generation’s best in the world. This fight is just… revealing the limits of the new martial artist.”

“As expected, the Oho Danmun…!”

The Peng family is a noble family from Bukgye.

Even if the head of a household dies, his influence does not return to non-existence.

If you show an appearance worthy of your reputation, the heroes of the world will surely applaud you.

The sea that Pengya is aiming for. Minimizing the backlash from the actions of the deceased head of the household. Today, she will make Pengga’s presence known once again.

The plan was to make people realize once again that the Peng clan had been a major force in the martial arts world for hundreds of years, and to make the martial arts world awkwardly accept the anger of Iphwangseong, who would forever be an outsider in the martial arts world.

[next.]

Soon after, others came up onto the stage.

A middle-aged man who looks remarkably like Peng Jun, and a one-eyed swordsman wearing a blue hood.

It was Peng Mun-il, the father of Peng Jun, who was also known as the great swordsman, and Ma Gwang-ik’s Cheong-an Demon Sword Cheongmyeong.

While Paeng Mun-il silently took off his armor, seemingly oblivious to his son’s victory, Cheongmyeong nodded toward Sangseok with a faint smile on his lips.

‘Magwangik’s magic sword… … .’

Pengya furrowed her brow slightly. She had a bad feeling about this.

[Let’s get started.]

The light of the sword and the sword filled the sky with a bright light.

Their union didn’t take long either. This was because Qingming drew a large circle around Pengmenil and raised dozens of streams of blood.

It was like a sword dance. The movements were amazingly quick and flowing.

It was a movement that seemed like lightly stepping on a bush, with the warrior’s spinning sword strike that trapped the opponent.

There was absolutely no sense of crisis.

He was called the divine spirit of the new law and the guardian spirit of the new world.

[Ip Hwang Seong has won two victories. The two of them may go down.]

The monks of Pengga carried Peng Mun-il, who had fallen unconscious and covered in blood, down.

On the other hand, Cheongmyeong disappeared leisurely into the crowd after being stabbed in the back like a painting, leaving behind bloodstains with every step.

It was like a storm.

I don’t know how time passed.

The martial arts of the island-like Mu-maek, as if being chased by something, and the magic of Pang-ga, which seeks to crush that status into history. The two rounds of non-combat passed by like flashes of lightning.

“… … .”

The intestines became quiet.

The remaining rain.

If Iphwangseong wins, it is a complete victory with three to one. If Pengga wins, it ends in a draw.

Suddenly, the sound of cicadas filled the room. The sunlight fell heavily, and the bright noon air swayed dizzily.

In the midst of such ceaseless movement of nature, it stands out particularly.

Pengya slowly got up from her seat.

‘… A draw is possible.’

Swish.

The moment she moved her feet a little bit in place, she found herself standing on the stage, revealing her accomplishments to the world.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled out a pair of swords that he had been wearing crossed behind his back with both hands and thrust them into the ground.

thud!

“Peng!”

Pengya shouted in a raw voice.

“This is the family that twice blocked the advance of the demon tribe that broke through the northern army. In the process, our ancestors suffered damages that were almost like the destruction of a family. We even lost our previous head of the family while fighting against the invasion of the Cheonsan Demonic Cult. All of this happened in the span of about two hundred years. As such, my family did not have the luxury of enslaving the people for personal gain, and so I sharpened my sword solely for the sake of this land and the martial arts world!”

The achievements of Peng Ga are briefly listed. This is a common eulogy given before a battle that involves the family’s honor.

But at this moment, there was a strong spirit in Pengya’s voice scratching the air.

On the other hand, her eyes were cold. She was not intoxicated by the words she was spitting out. The only ones who were swept away by those words were the guests of Pengga and some of the crowd.

“I would like to show off my martial arts skills that I have honed to this point to my fellow martial artists today.”

bang!

“Tell me about the entrance exam!”

Peng Ya, who drew out two swords with a gesture as bold as a general, shouted at Jeong Yeon-sin.

“Who will receive my magic!”

The momentum was tremendous. The crowd surrounding the stage began to cheer like thunder. It was a thunderous roar that shook the stage.

Some of the people in the audience who were well-informed of the rumors turned their gaze to one side.

A young man in black robe with his eyes closed and his hands on his knees, Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin.

A look of anticipation appears on the crowd’s faces.

There are few who do not know the story of the battle between Seomye and Cheonggirin. It was also very famous in the Han-Jung Martial Arts Federation that Seomye created a sword technique to honor his rival.

Simgeukgirin. The sword flower blooms from the hands of Namgung Hwasin, a white giraffe who has not mastered the Emperor’s Sword due to the limitations of his bloodline? It will be a sight that will make Deungbong-hyeon bustle for a while.

“… … .”

But Namgung Hwasin did not stand up. He just sat there with a serious expression on his face.

At his waist, there was no Uicheon Sword that Yeonhwa Nata had taken from Namgung Jeilgeom. There was no momentum that resembled the Emperor Sword.

Questionable words began to flow from the crowd.

“For now, I don’t know what’s going on.”

“ah…….”

“I understand, but.”

“Seochul, Chulga, Ip Hwang Seong, Namgung Se Ga, Cheong Gi Rin. I tried everything awkwardly… … but in the end, I was unable to overcome anything.”

It was a gathering of famous people. No one booed or anything. Some people just clicked their tongues.

“In the end, did Seomyeo Mu-maek… not rise to the rank of a master?”

“What a pity. We’ll have to wait about ten years. Or maybe even a year from now, the Blue Eyed Demon Sword might wear a black robe.”

“Anyway, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case now.”

“What will happen then? Did Ip Hwang-seong intend to have a three-person battle? Shouldn’t he send someone? In the first place, the Hwasanjiyak is a battle where all the sects’ distributions collide… .”

At that moment, Pengya stomped her foot. The commotion in the room was drowned out by the loud impact.

“Is the Emperor trying to make my steps in vain?”

An overwhelming spirit swept through the room. Soon, everyone’s gaze shifted to the seat of honor. It was the seat where the purple-haired Ip Hwang-seong was wearing an indifferent expression.

at that time.

Kwaaaaang―!

It was next to the stage. The entire wall of the Nokokgeomjang was torn down.

The force of the impact was so strong that smoke rose from the cracks in the rubble and all of them shot up into the sky.

“what…!”

Those who had their backs to the wall quickly turned around.

A pitch-black shadow passed between them, accompanied by a fierce wind.

The crowd’s clothing was billowing wildly. It was as if they had been hit by a typhoon.

Hwaaaaah!

It was only a moment before Inyoung, who had barged in like that, reached the center of the stage. A man in black was looking down at her from in front of the three treasures of Pengya.

“… … .”

His presence was weighty and domineering.

Even his appearance was the same. His once handsome face was covered in scars, and instead of human skin, a dark metallic substance protruded from one sleeve, absorbing the sunlight.

“you are……?”

When Pengya, who was scolding Ip Hwang-seong, had a look of doubt in his eyes.

The old swordsman in the audience seat made a bewildered expression. The old shaman seemed to be acquainted with the intruder.

“If the crowd was the problem, they could have jumped over it. Why did they break down the poor wall?”

The swordsman spoke as if scolding him. Only then did the man in black slowly open his mouth.

“If you’re not a gentleman, why are you climbing over the wall?”

“What?”

“It was quite urgent. Can’t we just give Pengga a victory without a fight? Aesong-i can start from here.”

Those last words.

It was a story that fell to Peng Gainhu. His words and actions were both close to being arrogant.

It would be safe to say that he was only slightly worse than the new purple one when he killed Peng Gaju.

A sharp edge appeared in Pengya’s eyes.

“A retired loser who doesn’t even know his place… … .”

It was no longer a place to be formal. The veins in Pengya’s hands bulged as he raised two swords above his head.

There was a noise that tore through the air, and two lines of trajectory were carved like lightning along her hand.

One sword, two ends. The plan was to strike the opponent’s shoulders from close range and completely knock him off.

Just by the sound of the water, a roar like a tiger’s roar spread out. Without even a moment to blink, two blades slashed down.

moment.

The black-clad man’s two hands flicked the twin swords upward.

Oh my god!

The angle of the hand was slanted. The sound of the explosion of the light wave was also suppressed somewhere. Soon, the eyes of the crowd surrounding the stage widened.

“… … !”

The naturally raised Peng Gan Hu’s double swords returned to their scabbards, as if he had taken over the task for her.

It was like bringing shame and humiliation to a master swordsman at the peak of his skill.

“Full body view. It’s Jeongga’s pupils.”

The man in black gave a short speech.