The Martial Genius Who Remembers Everything Chapter 62

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The profusely spreading plum blossoms revived memories of my past life.

How many days had I suffered from injuries every time I was hit by just one of those plum blossoms?

But soon, new memories covered them.

Me using the breaking technique of the Plum Blossom Sword Art. My appearance is moving beyond that and operating the Tae-eul-jin-gyeong.

I stepped following the movements of the existence that floated in my memory.

Tae-eul-pal-man-sin-bo (Tae-eul Eight-Thousand Divine Steps). The footwork possessing the profound principle of Hwan (Illusion) left traces where it passed.

After I moved my position, the plum blossoms fell onto the spot where the afterimage remained.

Pa-pa-pa-pak!

The hard marble floor was severely dented and changed horribly.

Plum blossoms falling in succession.

Hum. Hum.

The plum blossoms, moving like a swarm of bees whose hive had been attacked, were shot again as if aiming for the attacker.

I pushed the Plum Blossom Sword Art’s breaking technique into the places I could not avoid in time.

Pa-pa-pa-pa-pak.

As thirty percent of the plum blossoms disappeared, Hwa Jeong-san’s face slowly began to harden.

“……You bastard!”

Unlike the fourth clash, I only faced him with the So-cheon-geom-beop.

Because if I used the breaking technique utilizing even the Dae-cheon-geom-beop, Hwa Jeong-san would regain his composure.

The plum blossoms that had disappeared bloomed again.

The plum blossoms that still covered the sky tried to rush in, aiming for vital points.

It was clear that the concept of a sparring match [N O V E L I G H T] had flown out of Hwa Jeong-san’s head from the moment he used the Jaha-singong (Purple Haze Divine Art).

I stepped on the Tae-eul-pal-man-sin-bo again and moved to cut the plum blossoms.

Each time I cut them, the purple color lingering in Hwa Jeong-san’s eyes became stronger, and the number of plum blossoms playing in the air increased exponentially.

“……S-shouldn’t we stop them?”

People expressed concern about the overheated sparring match.

But among the people of the Tae-eul-mun, there was no one who could receive this Jaha-singong.

Among the people of the Yongbong-jihoe, there was no one who wanted to end this sparring match.

I once again gladly wielded my sword in that situation.

Thanks to the realization obtained through Namgung Tae-ha, things I had only remembered with my head could now be applied with my body.

Every movement I had imagined while sending my past life in regret unfolded naturally like flowing water, and the realizations obtained while practicing the Tae-eul-jin-gyeong boasted their martial power even more destructively.

It was So-cheon-geom-beop, but it was not So-cheon-geom-beop.

“Ugh…….”

In the repeated engagements, Hwa Jeong-san showed his appearance of pulling up all his internal energy.

Now, not only the purple light in his eyes, but even purple smoke rose from his shoulders.

A mysterious phenomenon where the energy of the Jaha-singong naturally ignited and bloomed.

Accordingly, the plum blossoms became larger than dust and became similar to the shape of actual plum blossoms.

Looking at his eyes, which were glowing bright red, it seemed Hwa Jeong-san had now reached his limit.

I unfolded the Dae-cheon-geom-beop, which I had not unfolded until now, like a folding fan.

At the suddenly increased sword shapes, Hwa Jeong-san’s eyes widened.

The plum blossoms that were chasing me scattered and chased the sword shapes, but since most were Hwan-geom (Illusion Swords), they passed right through.

Swoosh.

The So-cheon-geom-beop, which had dug in through the gaps between the plum blossoms that had flown into the air, cut Hwa Jeong-san’s clothes.

“!”

The string holding his clothes fell to the floor, and Hwa Jeong-san’s chest was clearly revealed. A thin bloodline appeared across it.

If it had gone in just an inch further, the injury would not have been shallow.

“What is this…….”

Hwa Jeong-san, who had hurriedly stepped back, had his face turn pale.

“This is the sword of the Tae-eul-mun.”

The reason the So-cheon-geom-beop was not fast even though it was a fast sword technique was not because it was a basic sword art.

The reason it did not harmonize with the existing Seom-roe-geom-beop (Flash Thunder Sword Art) was not because the Seom-roe-geom-beop was a high-level martial art.

The So-cheon-geom-beop is a sword art completed in harmony with the Dae-cheon-geom-beop.

The profound principle of So-cheon-geom-beop is Kwae (Speed) and Jung (Weight).

The profound principle of Dae-cheon-geom-beop is Hwan (Illusion) and Byeon (Change).

Hiding Kwae within Hwan, and putting Jung within Byeon.

That was the Ssang-cheon-geom-gyeol (Twin Heaven Sword Formula), the esoteric art of the Tae-eul-mun.

“……Do you think I would not know the sword of the Tae-eul-mun!”

Plum blossoms blooming profusely again.

Hum hum.

They soared into the sky like petals carried by the wind and then poured down like a swarm of bees.

I poured out the Ssang-cheon-geom-gyeol.

Cutting quickly.

Pressing down heavily.

Confusing with illusions.

Deceiving the eyes with changes.

Sa-sak.

A bloodline appeared in a cross shape again at the midpoint of the bloodline that had divided Hwa Jeong-san’s chest in half.

Half of his martial arts robes, which had blended black and white, were cut and fell to the floor.

“What is this…….”

Finally, a similar expression to what the Tae-eul-mun disciples were making appeared on the faces of the Yongbong-jihoe as well.

An incomprehensible phenomenon evokes anger. Hwa Jeong-san did not hide his anger.

“What kind of nonsense are you pulling!”

“You cannot clear me away with dust.”

I did not hesitate to say words that provoked him even more.

The more he did, the more Hwa Jeong-san, who wanted to protect his pride, would insist on the Plum Blossom Sword Art.

And the Plum Blossom Sword Art is useless in front of the breaking technique that Je-gal Cheon-gi created with all his might.

If he were a cool-headed person, or someone whose achievement had reached the twelfth level, he would have felt that something was strange, but for that, Hwa Jeong-san was too excited, and his achievement had not reached the twelfth level.

I scattered the plum blossoms with the Hwan and Byeon of the Ssang-cheon-geom-gyeol, and pressured Hwa Jeong-san with the profound principles of Kwae and Jung.

Swoosh.

Rushing in quickly.

Bang.

Pressing down heavily.

“Ugh!”

For the first time, a cough burst out from the mouth of Hwa Jeong-san, who could not react in time because he was blooming plum blossoms.

“Cough!”

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

Recalling the profound principle of the heavy sword I had experienced at the Cheol-geom-mun, I struck down even more strongly.

Every time I struck down, Hwa Jeong-san’s footsteps retreated one step at a time.

“Ugh!”

While urgently operating his internal energy for complex sword techniques, he received a heavy impact and his insides were shaken.

If he could not discharge that impact while it was overlapping, it would eventually lead to internal injury.

“Ugh!”

Blood, the same as what I had vomited in front of him in my previous life, burst out from the corner of Hwa Jeong-san’s mouth.

“What! Stop immediately!!”

Jong Byeok-gi of the Yongbong-jihoe, who could not watch any longer, finally drew his sword.

“Did I not tell you to stop!”

Swoosh!

The Sa-il-geom-beop (Shooting the Sun Sword Art) of the Diancang Sect.

It is a fast sword with a speed that cannot be compared to the So-cheon-geom-beop.

Like the meaning of “shooting the sun,” it was shot with a thrust so fast that it was difficult to confirm with the naked eye.

I crushed the Sa-il-geom-beop with the profound principle of the heavy sword, just as the Cheol-geom-mun had suppressed the Tae-eul-mun.

Kwa-kwang.

Jong Byeok-gi, who had flown in like lightning, was knocked away like an arrow hitting a rock.

After pushing him away, I drove Hwa Jeong-san again.

Hwa Jeong-san, who had been catching his breath for a moment, was only swinging his sword indiscriminately.

“Jeong-san! Come to your senses!”

I poured out fast sword techniques from Hwa Jeong-san and heavy sword techniques on Jong Byeok-gi.

“This damn bastard! How dare you!”

Jong Byeok-gi unfolded the Ban-ma-man-gung technique following the Hu-ye-man-gung technique of the Sa-il-geom-beop.

While I was temporarily apart to avoid the technique.

Jong Byeok-gi’s lips moved.

Following that, Hwa Jeong-san nodded his head and stepped back.

“If you raise your internal energy now, your injuries will be serious.”

“…….”

Even at my words, Hwa Jeong-san just glared at me as if to kill me.

Instead, explosive true energy, like before, erupted from his body, having wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Following that, Jong Byeok-gi’s martial arts robes also swelled as if they were about to burst.

‘It’s coming.’

The posture of each of them trying to unfold their sect’s final esoteric art.

“Take this too!”

A huge whirlpool was created around Jong Byeok-gi.

A huge storm caused by the sword wind.

Next to it, Hwa Jeong-san flew up into the air, turned his back to the sun, and created nine half-moons.

Jong Byeok-gi was unfolding the Hoe-pung-mu-ryu-geom (Whirling Wind No-Flow Sword).

Hwa Jeong-san was unfolding the Gu-gung-ban-cheom-geom (Nine Palace Half-Point Sword).

I also began to unfold the esoteric art of the Tae-eul-geom-je.

Man-hae-cheon-ji-geom-gyeol (Ten Thousand Seas Heaven and Earth Sword Formula).

Ten thousand swords containing all the profound principles of Kwae, Jung, Hwan, and Byeon.

Four ten thousand swords, which were illusions and reality, and reality and change, appeared. At the same time, I unfolded the profound principle of Hwan to create twenty illusion swords to counter the Hoe-pung-mu-ryu-geom.

Pu-pu-pu-pu-pu-pung.

The ten thousand swords that collided with the Hoe-pung-mu-ryu-geom roamed through the storm and exploded along with the sword’s energy.

“Ugh!”

Having neutralized Jong Byeok-gi’s sword energy, I raised my internal energy again to counter the Gu-gung-ban-cheom-geom.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwa-kwang.

The sword energies of the Gu-gung-ban-cheom-geom, where each one is said to be equal to the destructive power of geom-gang (sword steel).

Perhaps it was my luck that his realm was still immature.

I poured out two ten thousand swords to destroy a part, and with the remaining two swords, I destroyed the four moons of the Ban-cheom-geom.

The internal energy that had reached one gap-ja (60 years) slipped out of my Dan-jeon, giving me a hollow feeling for the first time in a while.

Following that, I destroyed the last remaining half-moon that I had not yet resolved with the So-cheon-geom-beop.

Pung!

The air burst, and dust was scattered in all directions.

One of the Four Phoenixes standing under the training ground murmured softly.

“This is nonsense…….”

“Just how much internal energy does the Gongja have?”

On the training ground where the dust had cleared, Hwa Jeong-san, who had shed a bucket of blood, and Jong Byeok-gi, whose hair was disheveled as if struck by lightning, were standing.

“Is there nothing more?”

“…….”

“…….”

I stepped on the Tae-eul-pal-man-sin-bo again and rushed behind them.

Just as I was about to cut their chests with a single sword strike.

“Stop!”

Along with a dignified voice, Il-myeong, a small Buddha, blocked my front with the Bu-dong-sin-beop (Immovable Body Technique).

A genius who had learned all of Shaolin’s seventy-two arts to the tenth level before reaching forty.

However, he had not yet learned even half of those martial arts.

“That’s enough! Please stop. Si-ju (Donor).”

“…….”

He spoke while joining his hands with a nervous face.

And Hwa Jeong-san, who was now trembling his pupils violently as if he were afraid.

‘To think I would see such a scene.’

Gladly accepting this situation, I struck down with my sword.

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Jjeong.

Il-myeong, who had blocked Jin So-un’s sword with a neutralizing technique, was surprised at the stinging feeling felt in his palm.

‘Does he still have this much power left?’

He was someone who had blocked even the Gu-gung-ban-cheom-geom and the Hoe-pung-mu-ryu-geom.

That alone was amazing, but he was astonished that he still had leeway left.

“It is already over.”

“…….”

The outcome was already decided.

Unlike how confident he had been, Hwa Jeong-san could not overcome Jin So-un, and in the end, even Jong Byeok-gi joined, but the one who won was Jin So-un.

Even though that was clear, Jin So-un did not seem to have any intention of stopping.

An appearance as if he had met an irreconcilable enemy.

“It is just a sparring match! Si-ju. Please stop now!”

From the side, Jong Byeok-gi said while gnashing his teeth.

“That guy is not in his right mind now. Il-myeong. Let’s attack together!”

Perhaps it was because the Hoe-pung-mu-ryu-geom had helplessly disappeared.

Jong Byeok-gi did not hesitate to say “attack together” against his junior.

The funny thing was that Hwa Jeong-san, who had been busy running away while vomiting blood until just a moment ago, was also getting up from his seat after hearing those words.

“Why are you going this far? Stop it!”

Il-myeong pushed Jong Byeok-gi away with his left hand as if he were a cactus, and at the same time, unfolded the Tan-ja-gwon (Flick Finger Fist) with his right hand to block Jin So-un.

The hand that unfolded the Tan-ja-gwon against the sword is stinging.

If things went on like this, both Jin So-un and Jong Byeok-gi could be seriously injured because of himself who was stuck in the middle.

“If you keep doing this, I have no choice either.”

Eventually, Il-myeong raised the Geum-gang-bul-goe-sin-gong (Diamond Indestructible Divine Art).

His skin gradually turned golden, and he began to look like one shining Buddha statue.

The Geum-gang-bul-goe-sin-gong, one of Shaolin’s high-level martial arts, had unfolded.

Most martial artists would step back just by that appearance, but Jin So-un, far from stepping back, drew his sword even more fiercely.

Illusion swords that had pressured Hwa Jeong-san were already appearing around.

Swoosh.

Il-myeong extended the Geum-gang-ban-yak-jang (Diamond Wisdom Palm) unexpectedly.

A huge palm like the Buddha’s palm that had caught the Great Sage Equaling Heaven of Mount Huaguo was unfolded.

Pu-pu-pu-pung.

How many times had he shot it in an instant, the Geum-gang-ban-yak-jang was resolved along with continuous explosion sounds.

Jin So-un’s condition also did not look very good.

It was because small blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

‘Did he have an enemy with Hwa Jeong-san?’

Just as I thought I couldn’t do it anymore and was about to unfold even the Geum-gang-ji (Diamond Finger).

“Acknowledge it.”

A voice flowed out from among the Yongbong-jihoe.

It was Moyong Seol.

“Acknowledge it. That Gongja seems to only want that.”

“…….”

In an instant, Jin So-un’s movements stopped.

“……Jin Gongja, is that true?”

Jin So-un was looking at Hwa Jeong-san instead of answering.

“Are you ending it only if I say that?”

“…….”

Jin So-un still had no words.

Il-myeong looked at Hwa Jeong-san and said,

“Hwa-hyeong, surrender.”

“…….”

Hwa Jeong-san was clenching his teeth as if he could not acknowledge it.

Then Jin So-un grabbed his sword again.

“Acknowledge it! Do you truly want to see blood!”

At Il-myeong’s shout, Hwa Jeong-san, who was hesitating, raised his head.

“……I lost.”

As Hwa Jeong-san barely spat out the words.

“…….”

Jin So-un put his sword into the sword case as if he had been waiting, and turned around.

“……Was it barely, for this?”

Il-myeong was looking at Jin So-un with eyes that could not be understood at all.

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“Phew.”

I finally heard the words I wanted.

I won, but silence still hung over the training ground.

None of the Yongbong-jihoe would have thought of such a scene.

And it was natural, as none of the Tae-eul-mun disciples would have imagined seeing such a sight.

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap.

Someone was breaking the silence and clapping madly.

Moyong Jae-hwa, who was standing next to Moyong Gang, not knowing when he had arrived, was clapping as if his own sect had won a great victory.

I met his eyes for a moment, nodded my head, stood in front of the Mun-ju-nim, and bowed my head.

“…….”

Hong Mun-gi, who said nothing.

When I raised my head out of doubt, he was shedding tears as if his child who had died had returned.

Starting with his crying, the elders, and then the Pavilion Heads.

All the adults were shedding tears.

“Our O-ra-beo-ni won!”

Wang So-so began to urge the disciples who had lost their wits around her.

“……D-Daesahyeong won!!!”

“Daesahyeong defeated Mount Hua!!!”

“No! He defeated Mount Hua and Diancang too!”

Only then did the disciples, who had come to their senses, begin to cheer so loudly that the entire Tae-eul-mun was shaken.

“““Waaah!”””

I soon moved my footsteps slowly to the outside of the training ground, replacing the junior disciples who were trying to come up to the training ground.

“Wait!!”

A resounding voice poured cold water on the Tae-eul-mun.

“…….”

When I turned my head, Jong Byeok-gi was panting and spitting out white steam.

“That martial art! What on earth is it!”

“Did you not say you wanted to taste the sword of the Tae-eul-geom-je?”

“Is that really the sword of the Tae-eul-geom-je?”

“…….”

At the absurd words, the figures of the Yongbong-jihoe also tilted their heads.

“What do you mean?”

“That martial art! I asked if it is true that it has been passed down in the Tae-eul-mun for generations!”

“…….”

When I did not answer, Jong Byeok-gi, who became triumphant, smiled broadly.

“……It is clear that you obtained a fortuitous encounter by chance somewhere.”

Since a fortuitous encounter was a fortuitous encounter, there was nothing much to say.

“…….”

“If that is the case, first, the rights to that martial art belong to the Murim Alliance first. And you would not be unaware that the Murim Alliance has the responsibility to find the origin of that martial art and return it to its original owner!”

Jong Byeok-gi smiles strangely.

“We, the Yongbong-jihoe, will investigate that martial art with the authority of an inspection envoy!”

“…….”

Is it like this?

Too obvious a method.

The Murim Alliance does not like fortuitous encounters.

In particular, they do not like divinity that falls from the sky through fortuitous encounters.

Once, a big shot called the Buk-pung-gwon-seong (North Wind Fist Saint) appeared.

The Murim Alliance persecuted him under the pretext of investigating the origin of his martial arts, but he disobeyed it.

In that persecution, not long after he made a name for himself, the Buk-pung-gwon-seong eventually had everything taken away by the Murim Alliance.

“Jong Gongja! Stop! That is not our authority…….”

Moyong Seol seemed to be stopping Jong Byeok-gi, but the story behind that was not heard.

“Hehe…….”

“Y-you, are you laughing?”

It has been five hundred years.

For a period of five hundred years, the disciple built the Tae-eul-mun, and while barely protecting the Tae-eul-mun amidst a lack of livelihood and weak martial arts, he waited for his master.

Also, the master, who could not escape because he fell into the schemes of those he trusted, waited in that secret chamber for five hundred years, hoping that his martial arts would be delivered to his disciple.

“……Do you dare put that long time into your mouth with that insolent snout?”

“Wh-what? You, right now…….”

“Is that your last will and testament?”

“What…….”

“I have decided.”

Today, I will kill you and become an enemy of the Murim Alliance.

The Murim Alliance was going to disappear anyway, so I didn’t even have the thought of trying to change it.

Many plans will go awry, and I might not be able to save the people I need to save.

However, there are too many regrets about my past life to be dragged around like that.

“It won’t be easy…….”

“What on earth…… nonsense are you saying!”

Small Buddha Il-myeong.

Cheong-pung-myeong-geom (Clear Wind Bright Sword) So Je-ho.

Jung-chang-jin-in (Heavy Spear True Person) Ak Buk-san.

Seop-hon-seo-si (Soul-Stealing West Poem) Seo Sa-ryeong.

Ok-an-so-so (Jade Face Small Smile) Hwangbo Yeon.

Baek-su-sin-nyeo (White Hand Divine Maiden) Dang Seo-hee.

And Mi-so-cheol-geom (Smiling Iron Sword) Moyong Seol.

They will block me.

It doesn’t matter.

If they block me, I will kill everyone except Moyong Seol.

Filling my intent, I move my internal energy, and for the lacking internal energy, I even pull up and operate the Seon-cheon-jin-gi (Primordial True Energy).

The Tae-eul-jin-gyeong is the study that most certainly realizes the will of the intent.

Along with the killing intent that I am experiencing for the first time, I scatter the Man-hae-cheon-ji-geom-gyeol.

“Th-this…… what is this!!”

“…….”

Just as the Maehwa-geom-beop (Plum Blossom Sword Art) dominated the training ground, ten thousand swords took that place.

Things each filled with killing intent.

“Jin Gongja! Calm down! That is not what I meant!”

That Small Buddha Il-myeong screams in shock, but it does not reach my ears.

It was clear that the Tae-eul-jin-gyeong and Man-hae-cheon-ji-geom-gyeol I brought would bring infinite development to the Tae-eul-mun in the future.

Even if my martial arts were completely abolished, there would be many things for me to do in the Tae-eul-mun.

“It’s already too late.”

Just as everyone of the Yongbong-jihoe, who had turned pale, climbed onto the training ground to counter the ten thousand swords.

“Heh heh heh. I picked young ones to change the Murim Alliance, but you are only learning bad things and acting like adults.”

A hearty voice hit my eardrums and shook my head.

People’s gazes headed toward the empty sky where the voice had begun.

From there, an old man in herb gatherer attire was stepping on the empty air one by one and coming down.

“Heo-gong-dap-bo (Walking on Empty Air)!”

Jong Byeok-gi swallowed his breath in shock.