Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 430

◈ Grand Master (4)

A hot wind blew across the stage and toward the audience seats.

The sunlight pouring down from the clear sky was already noisy in itself, but it was not as noisy as the lip movements of those living in the wind-blown rivers and lakes.

“Who is the author? What qualifications does he have to compete in the martial arts?”

“Didn’t you just say Jeonggadonggong…!? It’s the martial art that the defeated White Warrior mentioned earlier as a simple version!”

There was a commotion in the audience. The shattered wall made a loud noise and spat out rough stone chips.

On one side, the Peng family members, all wearing silk uniforms and ancient swords, were silent. Each had a different expression on their face.

There were many dumb people in the Jeongpa Gangho because of their conduct that was absolutely impossible to find.

Many of the people in the audience exchanged opinions with those around them only after the intruder had deflected Peng Gainhu’s attack.

Some even burst into laughter as if they had recognized the identity of the man in black.

The same was true for the Pengga side’s experts.

It was different from just now, when he had been showing a faint hint of triumph at Namgung Hwasin’s silent response.

The expressions of those who tried hard to suppress their shock. A smile flew from their lips. The elders, old masters, and young guests were muttering in low voices.

“Naraksal Margin… This is Jeon Dae Ma Gwang-ikju.”

“I heard that he lost his arm and became a Hwangma Gaju, but the movements he just showed were not like those of someone who lost his acupuncture points. For now, I wonder what happened… … .”

“Jeong Ga-dong-gong, Jeong Ga-dong-gong, they said.”

“I heard that it was a martial arts book created by Ma Gwang-ik-ju. Of course… since the author is Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s uncle, it is highly likely that he received the original copy, not a simplified version.”

It is a competition that divides the strengths and weaknesses of prestigious schools.

There has never been a martial arts event with such great honor at stake. That was the reason why Narak-sal Majin introduced martial arts.

After putting the sword of the Peng Ga In Hu, which is considered the greatest sword of all time, back into its sheath, he spoke its secret. Everyone could not help but pay attention.

Jeonggadonggong.

It is a martial art that is rarely known.

Some of the martial artists who appeared in Gangho said that their pupils were comparable to those of Shaolin, but there were almost no martial artists who would take that story at face value.

It is because of the symbolism of the Dharma Reverse Sutra. It is a world-class divine skill that cleanses the roots of the best monks in the world.

Moreover, the talent of the martial god, who quickly becomes stronger as if compressing time, and the qualities of the great master, who creates new techniques that did not exist before, were often considered separate.

“Hoo… … .”

Among those seated in the stands, a few discerning people had bright eyes.

The crowd around them had previously called them the ‘Yukwang Mu-maek’, and they ranged from young men and women to older beauties, all wearing leather vests and bare hands.

“It’s a prosthetic hand that shows the craftsmanship of the famous Iron Clan. However, even if we were to attach a hand that moves with air power, it would be impossible to completely restore the balance of the meridian that was completely torn off.”

“It was called the pupil. If its function is even half that of the Shaolin Reverse Path, then it is capable of cultivating acupuncture points.”

“Have you seen the water level?”

“Vaguely.”

“It wasn’t fully captured in my eyes.”

It was a world where exchanges and hospitality between sects were active, so it was inevitable that nongum would develop.

Naturally, there were many people in the audience discussing the origins of Margin’s martial arts.

Meanwhile, in the center of the non-stage area.

Peng Gainhu narrowed his eyes while holding both handles of the sword behind his back.

A colorless wave of light, billowing like smoke from her palm, tangled the ends of her hair.

“Full body massage…?”

She muttered. From the moment her sword returned to her armor, she seemed to be assessing her opponent’s martial arts skills.

“I heard there are quite a few of them.”

The man in black, the former leader of the Magwangikju, Naraksal, continues speaking calmly.

“It will be difficult for you to calculate.”

“under…!”

Pengya’s lips twisted into a hollow laugh.

The margin of the abyss.

He is notorious. He is called a chivalrous man by the common people, but in the martial arts world, he is known as a scoundrel and a person close to murder.

When he was deposed due to the incident with the Sacheon Myeonggongdo, he was even mocked. People said that he finally met an ending that was worthy of his nickname.

Some were relieved. Among the seventeen black members of the Shingeomdan, Majin was one of the most vicious.

If it was true that Naraksa-i succeeded in making a comeback through the martial arts of Seomye, then the rumor would have been treated as breaking news and many sects would have blamed and revered Yeonhwana-ta.

On the one hand, the rare appearance of a peerless divine force in the martial arts world is received with shock.

thud!

Pengya’s body disappeared from its place. Only a whitish dusty shape in the shape of concentric circles remained.

A technique that distorts vision. It looks almost like a heteromorphic illusion.

Margin, on the other hand, just stood there, his dark metallic left arm and his intact right arm hanging down.

“hmm.”

The sight of him puffing out his chest was ominous. Only the hem of his black robe with the rough prince engraved on it was fluttering wildly, and from that atmosphere, it seemed like he was trying to see into the other person’s bottom line.

This is because even the expression on his face was calm, not to mention his manners.

Wow!

At some point, Pengya, who had pulled out his sword, revealed himself at his side.

With her disheveled hair fluttering, she simultaneously swung two swords sideways. The surrounding air shook as if it had been hit by an earthquake.

At that moment, Margin extended his dark-colored prosthetic hand without even turning his head.

Jjeong―!

An iron finger made of precious black iron flicked the double swords upward from below. That alone blocked the attack.

It was because his sister, buried in Jeonggajang’s grave, held the flow of energy from his shoulder to his prosthetic hand so firmly.

Margin stretched out his prosthetic hand and grabbed Pengya’s front shoulder.

“You have good spirit.”

He spoke briefly. It meant that he was not careful about his exit while using extreme attack techniques such as the Ssangdosul. Immediately, a colorless light flashed in Pengya’s eyes.

For a brief moment, he turns the twin swords that were soaring into the air into a counter-dagger.

A hand movement that was almost magical. The moment Margin pulled her front, Pengya was helplessly dragged along, and at the same time, she swung down the two swords she was holding upside down.

Of course, Margin immediately swung his right arm, which was still intact, and deflected the blow.

Boom!

A huge shock wave erupted. At the same time, the stage floor shattered into pieces, sending clouds of dust and stone debris flying in all directions.

Margin laughed.

“You didn’t miss it, did you?”

It was a tone too bland to be considered sarcastic. However, it was not something to spit out to the unmanned person who was now representing the family.

Pengya took a big step back and spat out bloody saliva. He was still holding both swords intact.

“Did you think that spell would work twice?”

She is a martial arts genius.

It had been a long time since she had surpassed the age limit. She was occasionally invited to the Imperial Guard and, as a leader, was admired by the warriors of the Forbidden City.

Excluding the royal family, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the best reporter in Bukgye.

It is possible to grasp the Tao by chewing over the opponent’s previous moves and using the method of not being fooled by that method twice.

She distributed her strength again, wiggling the five fingers of both hands subtly.

He also put a lot of energy into the acupuncture points on his palm, the Sobu point and the Nogung point.

And stared at the opponent.

‘That… … .’

Anyone who looks at the dark-colored prosthetic arm equipped with a dagger looks like a tool.

Just as the master of Samhwachwijeong uses his true energy as he wishes, that prosthetic hand also imitates human movements down to the joints of the fingers, imitating the power of air.

This is a rare treasure that can be made because the city of Iphwang has no shortage of food and wealth. It is clear that this is a new soldier who has gone through the process of the Iron Clan’s vision.

However, it is impossible to completely replace human flesh and bones. There will be limitations.

Pengya’s eyes sparkled with wit.

‘It’ll eat up a ton of energy. That’s why there’s no big movement from the author. The longer the sum, the more advantageous it is for me.’

Just hang in there, she thought.

Jeong Ga-dong is clearly a rare student of martial arts in the world. What more can I say? He is capable of uniting the spirit of someone who lost one of his arms.

But is it as solid as the martial arts of a prestigious family that has been around for hundreds of years? Does the flow of true energy have both stability and explosive power?

‘This wave defense war could be comparable.’

One side of her mouth turned up askew.

Margin, who had been staring blankly at the sight, asked casually.

“Why are you so obsessed with petty victories?”

“Because it’s not insignificant.”

Pengya answered while spreading the energy of her danjeon to the acupoints of her entire body. From now on, it will be a series of strong attacks.

You have to keep the momentum going without getting caught up in the opponent’s offensive. If you do that, you will eventually see a chance of victory.

She licked her lips.

“This is a battle that will determine the fate of our family. We did something that should not have been done due to the unilateral actions of the deceased head of the family, and even that failed. If we lose here, we will have to at least receive a blessing.”

“Something that shouldn’t have happened?”

Margin asks in a strange tone.

The two knew that they were talking about the Heavenly Sword Master’s Heavenly Wisdom. Pengya nodded slowly.

“I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but my family was against it. I didn’t want to take orders at the time, so I went to the Forbidden City. I thought the head of the household had lost his mind. Freedom of the martial arts world and all… … .”

“You are sorely mistaken. My beliefs are not important.”

Margin glanced at the audience seats for a moment. There, sitting, was Jeong Yeon-shin, wearing a red robe that was visible due to the shade of the sunshade.

He looked like an adult, slightly touching his forehead as if ignoring the person sitting next to him. He seemed to be burdened by his uncle’s lofty spirit.

-That’s not a lie.

The Jeongyeonshin is now purple. It is impossible to estimate how powerful the upper-level function is. At least, it will be enough to judge the truth from the opponent’s words and actions.

‘He has already become such a devoted man, so I guess he will not be able to properly lead that child in the future.’

Margin shook his head inwardly.

Even so, he couldn’t give up his role as a proxy for his older sister, Mayeon Sang. He had to set a good example for his nephew, who was always acting out of the blue.

“I’ll finish it off with the next one.”

He said. One of Pengya’s eyebrows went up.

“what?”

“Fortunately, it seems like your understanding of nature is quite similar. We don’t know when the Thirteen Heavens will gather again and take action, so there’s no need to increase the number of corpses here again.”

The purple-haired uncle of the Emperor who killed the Peng family spoke.

Pengya shut her mouth. She was already ready to scream. There was no reason to listen to nonsense.

‘First blow.’

A martial arts aristocrat.

It is also called the Murim Sega.

There is a strong tendency to see the opponent as being overwhelmingly oppressed.

Thanks to the clan’s vested interests for generations, the family was able to prosper in the martial arts world. It was able to overwhelmingly drive out neighboring clans.

It was the same now.

A magnificent and unobstructed resonance resonated from the Pengya Dao. Ohodanmundo, Tanryong Gwangho (呑龍曠虎). Its name literally means a tiger that swallowed a dragon.

Her arm, which had generated a great force, began to vibrate as it wrapped around the afterimage. This was because she was loading the attack and was under load.

Pengya can throw this five times. That’s why it’s called Ohodanmundo.

Jeong Ga-dong, who has once again raised the Naraksal margin, is testing the extent to which the martial arts of the island-like Jeong Yeon-shin can be used.

The crowd watching the stage at this moment will probably be thinking the same thing. After all, these people couldn’t even get past the gate of the Nokokgeomjang.

A place where two martial artists compare their strengths.

Pengya’s toes tapped the floor. At first glance, her footwork seemed light. However, it was a real awakening.

The stage rippled like a lake, forming concentric circles. The loud noise came late.

Boom! Whoaaaaah!

The next moment, she was swinging her swords in a crisscross pattern in front of Margin. The force she used to rush forward made the sound of the blades breaking louder.

Margin, who had widened his stride in front of him, extended his fist. It was towards the intersection of the two swords.

This time, it wasn’t a prosthetic arm. He struck with his other arm, his bare hand covered in flesh-colored leather.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―!

Pengya’s eyes widened as she thought about the five sums.

The sight reflected in her eyes, which were gleaming with colorless light, was an approaching fist that shattered the two blades into pieces.

‘what……?’

And that wasn’t all.

The sight of the shards of iron scattering in all directions and scattering the sunlight made it possible to see the full extent of the shards of iron.

The hilt of the sword sticking out diagonally from one side of his shoulder. I realized it belatedly. It was truly a shocking sight.

That’s right. Originally, the previous generation’s Ma Gwang-ik-ju’s Seongmyeongjeolgi was said to be a practical combat technique that could only be used on the battlefield. It was because he had first shown off his skills that he had not yet figured out.

A fact that brought great shame to the entire Pengga. No matter how deep you delve into the abyss, you will not be able to get rid of this shame.

‘Like a star growing up… … .’

Kwaaaaah!

Margin caught up with her new form as it flew backwards. It was a split second.

The moment he raised his sword and struck Pengya in the stomach, a circular shockwave exploded. Pengya was slammed down onto the non-stage floor.

thud!

A dull thud was heard and a cloud of dust rose.

“… … .”

The midday sun was very bright. Anyone could tell who was lying down and who was standing. Before silence could cover the hall, a voice came from the stands.

“Pengga was defeated.”

It was the voice of the new purple-haired Emperor.

Gogeomjinin, who was opening his mouth as a public notary for the military, stopped.

Yeonhwanata Seomye, who had been looking down at her uncle and slightly twitching the corners of her lips, quickly regained her indifferent expression.