Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 507

◈ Battle of Ip-Hwang (7)

When faced with an unexpected situation, keeping your mouth shut is no different from a beginner’s.

There was silence for a moment.

Damn it.

The masters of Mong-in-wol stood still in the midst of the blazing sunlight. At the same time, the sound of liquor clinking from the gourds hanging from their waists resonated clearly.

Suncheonik Hall.

The treasure trove of the military forces that take the lead in the war against Iphwangseong together with Shingeomdan Ma Gwang-ik.

As it was the right wing of Dali Shingumdan, it was located at the end of the east gate.

Naturally, he had no choice but to first face the enemies who were plotting against his nature, and now he was neutralized by Mong In-wol, who was accompanied by an absolute being in the guise of a beggar.

“… … .”

The young, nameless disciples of Suncheon Ik are lying face down, having failed to rush in while stepping on the veranda of the inner quarters.

As the older sister of Ma Gwang-ik and Shin So-bin, Shin Bin-bin, the white warrior of Suncheon-ik, was also the same.

The only difference was that he was on one knee, with his head bowed, his left hand pierced by his sword, trying to somehow overcome sleep.

The sight of red blood flowing silently from the callused palms down the white blade of the Ip Hwang Geum.

In this way, the Suncheonik drones were positioned like a carpet on the moonlight, each with a similar yet different appearance and location.

The same was true for the veterans of other armed forces who had come to support earlier.

Many of them fainted while stepping on the roof, and some of them who landed on the Suncheonik training ground were found dead with marks of the twisted sword on their sides.

For many martial artists, there is no spectacle more valuable than this.

Even if the masters of Mong-in-wol had crossed over to Suncheon-ik Hall without any particular reason, the scene was clearly a grand feast created by Yeo-ryeong.

Still, the atmosphere was strange.

At this moment, the white roof of Suncheon Ikjeon Pavilion was unusually white.

The man, who was made entirely of gold, was reflecting all the winter sunlight, and his snoring was unusually loud.

“…Should I turn around and go? I said that even dogs don’t touch me when I’m napping.”

Twenty years ago, a young man named Jo Kwon-il, who entered the world thinking that Mong-in-wol was open, whispered.

It was a voice with a weaker resonance than the waves of an ordinary electric sound.

“I don’t know who you are, but you seem to be fast asleep… I don’t think it’s polite to wake you up to ask for directions when we’re meeting for the first time.”

Cho Kwon-il concluded his speech cautiously. He did so while slightly shaking off the frown at the corner of his eyes.

Dreamy Moon Magical Goddess.

He became famous for killing one hundred Jeongpa masters in a single day in a land far to the south.

As expected from a master of the Dream Moon, whose face no one can properly recognize, he does not have a proper facial expression, but he is still considered one of the best in the land of Guangxi.

It was because of the voice that sounded young to anyone who heard it.

at that time.

The giant behind Jo Il-kwon pulled out a bottle of alcohol. At the same time, the sound waves spread out like ripples.

―How pathetic. How can a guy who is on par with the invincible Socheon and the Wild West have such small courage?

“Why is your Majesty suddenly speaking in a voice like that?”

The giant with unusually long legs, the Nine Provinces Dream Demon Je Wi-cheol, did not respond to Jo Kwon-il’s whispers.

He simply walked sideways and took a sip of his drink, but the sound of the Sanhuaju (三花酒) flowing down his throat with its refreshing honey scent has long been a source of fear in the Guangxi River.

Meanwhile, Jo Kwon-il glanced at him and opened his mouth quickly in shock.

“Are you crazy? You’ve only had me and the disciples fight until now, and now you’re preparing to leave here…? Even after seeing that?”

-You idiot, that’s why I’m preparing.

That was when.

Sabak.

After quietly looking up at the golden monster for a moment, Mong-in-wol-ju slowly put her luggage on her back and began to walk again.

Still, his balance was unsteady, and he walked with a gait that turned slightly to the side so as not to disturb the golden man’s deep sleep. It was a somewhat gentle demeanor.

“You too, sleep well. I won’t wake you up.”

She whispered.

In an instant, the snoring that had been emanating from the monster suddenly became out of sync. It was as if he had encountered something embarrassing in his dream.

But the masters of Mong-in-wol pretended not to hear it and walked away. They were muttering extremely quietly.

“Where did such a monster come from?”

―The world is vast, and the people living on this land are truly diverse. How can there be more than one or two stones sparkling on a sandy beach?

“Didn’t you hear that crazy strong energy rising from the south earlier? Since you said that the Iphwangseongju and the Dangdae Shingumdanju aren’t here, it must have been a complete disappearance in the wilderness?”

-I guess so.

“Are you saying that the purple ones are all loners and have no ability to mobilize reinforcements?”

-Shut up now. We have to hurry.

Thirteen thousand dream moon.

Unlike other great clans that are perceived as powerful aristocrats or local warlords, they have no stronghold.

The place where they set foot was the main altar of the Dream Moon, and the place where they laid their heads was their treasure trove. Their area of activity was simply the southern part of the Ming Dynasty.

The area is extremely wide and the senses must be extremely sensitive. Even the intuition is extraordinary. To the point where he can naturally line up and pass by the monster that suddenly appears at this moment.

The Demon Lord Jo Kwon-il still whispered cautiously.

“Whether it’s support or something, it’s like being on the same side as the Emperor. Well, we all take naps together anyway.”

There was a strong smell of alcohol on his breath. It was the scent of the Samhwaju he had drunk when he climbed over the eastern wall of Iphwangseong.

“They say that only bad guys wake up early and wake up other people from their deep sleep. If you have some sense, you should pretend not to wake up and stay quiet until you wake up together.”

Moderately drunk, a mediocre partner, and random chatter.

However, the masters of Mong In Wol, who were covered in alcohol like Jo Kwon Il, silently agreed to those words.

“… … .”

The eyelids of the golden monster, who had been quietly lowering himself, trembled slightly as if he was observing the eyes of the Hwangseong warriors scattered around him.

His head tilted slightly to the side, as if to say that it seemed to be true.

At the same time, the gossip of the old men passing by the young man in the gold mine dispersed like fog.

“Thank goodness, thank goodness.”

“Honestly, even our Lord Moon didn’t notice it in time. If we dealt with something like that, we would all die and only you would survive.”

Those who have learned the strange martial arts of Mong-in-wol.

They are literally freaks. Naturally, people do not find it strange that they are so out of touch with common sense.

It is to accept as plausible any martial arts, thoughts, ideas, or character in the vast world.

That was it.

Mong In-wol completely turned his back on the golden youth with his drunken speech and behavior, and disappeared into the shadow hanging over the end of the pavilion.

Into the shadows of the river that are as dark as the rare white roofs.

like that.

Nothing happened.

And the transparent sunlight poured down harshly and continuously onto the bodies of the unmanned people of the Imperial City, each of whom was conscious of reality or Samdocheon.

They were bright.

* * *

The forty-four masters of Mong-in-wol crossed through the Suncheon-ik Hall, but could not advance more than a few steps.

There was a group blocking the way, each with their swords drawn and emitting a dazzling light.

Thirty or so warriors of the Imperial City, dressed in blue and white uniforms. They were seen creating powerful waves of energy while invisibly intertwining each other’s ki waves.

Woohoo!

The clear, smoke-broad sword formation of Changcheon-dae.

In the silence, the waves of sound emanating from the masters of Changcheondae rippled faintly.

– Super expert…! It seems like the author is the Demon God Cho Kwon-il!

-This is a long letter from Mong In Wol. Pay attention.

-Take short breaths and pay attention to your sense of energy! All white should fall back and focus on stimulating the energy of the examination!

However, the interests of the Dream Moon masters were tilted in a completely different direction.

In particular, the young disciples, including Jo Kwon-il, openly turned their heads toward the main gate of the temple.

“Now we’re both resting. Well, even if I were a master, it would be hard for me to leave right away after seeing those things in person. But how much longer will this standoff last?”

“I don’t know. Anyway, the rumors don’t keep up with the truth. This is an outrageous monster.”

“Oh my god… Using such an absurd method against the thirteen heavenly lords twice… … .”

“They say your nickname is Gwangya Ilmyeol, but it looks like your eyes have rolled all the way to the back of your head. I absolutely do not want to meet you. If possible, I would like to end you at the main gate.”

The young masters walk confidently towards Changcheon-dae, while keeping Jeongyeonshin in their mouths.

There was obviously some leeway.

It was different from the old Green Forest, where the number of subordinates could be filled at any time, or the Mansangsurochae, where the leader dominated the martial arts world because his subordinates were exceptionally strong.

A rare elite in the world.

All of the power of the Thirteen Thousand Dream Moons was in Iphwangseong. They could not lose with such sporadic battles, and in fact, they did not lose even once today.

It was the same now.

As Mong-in-wol-ju lightly wiped his soot-stained chin and blew out a faint breath, the Cheon-cheon-dae’s sword energy that had been slightly distorting the air shattered like a shard of glass.

At the same time, the bodies of the Dream Moon masters who were walking slowly became blurred in that spot.

Kwak! Pfft!

The bodies of the Changcheon-dae masters either spin around and fly away or are slammed down from the head.

In an instant, the distance between them was shortened and each of the Dream Moon masters swung their legs, and a thick scent of incense was mixed in their bodies. The formation of the Changcheondae, which had faced the enemies without a single black man, quickly shrank inward.

At the forefront was the magician Jo Kwon-il.

“Don’t look at my face, don’t ever look at me… Forget me, whether it’s the wilderness or whatever… .”

There was no one to listen to his earnest mutterings.

The servant of Mong In Wol, Gu Ju Mong Ma, who was standing next to Moon Ju, was only looking far away at the main gate of the castle and discussing the current state of the wilderness.

“As a human, you can’t abuse the wide-area seasonal energy like you did earlier. Of course, you’re paying a huge price. Whether it’s overheating in the upper body, the exhaustion of a large amount of true energy, or the backlash from the excessive use of internal energy in the acupuncture points of your entire body, or having a drink with people you get along with in a sunny place… … .”

Gujumongma muttered nonsense mixed in. He pushed the intoxication that was slowly rising up to his upper body.

“Well, maybe it’s all of them.”

He felt sorry for the leader of the current Bangpa Daejeon, Ip Hwang Seong, while giving himself over to the influence of alcohol.

The God of the Wild Wilds. He has the power and influence that befits his reputation, and he also has unexpectedly astonishing fortune, but perhaps because he is young, his endings are not clean.

It’s okay to judge someone by their mistake.

In terms of skill, I would say he is far inferior to Yeo Ryeong-ju.

“If you want to use a strange person in the right place, the method you use must also be strange… Isn’t that right?”

Gujumongma looked down at his master and asked.

Mong In Wol Ju nodded slightly without even looking back.

With a blank expression on her face, she looked toward the inner castle of Ip Hwang Seong Ju, which was still far away. At the same time, vague words leaked out from her lips.

“Let’s go quickly. It’s over there.”

“The trunk of the tree of heaven… yes.”

Gujumongma’s answer was suddenly swallowed up by a loud vibration.

A sudden, translucent blast of energy from the air swept the young drunks away like a wave, pushing them back into the Suncheonik Pavilion.

Shihwamugeuksu, Yeomgang (炎江).

Kwaaaa …

The well-polished dirt floor was turned upside down in a huge way, and they were pushed endlessly forward as if they had been hit by an overflowing flood.

“what!”

“Breath! Breath…!”

“On a bright moonlit day, the rough waves are my bed!”

It pressed down on the skin of the young masters like a sword and pushed away more than twenty chapters in an instant, and Inyoung, who suddenly dropped the rippling tension, flipped over in the air and flew towards the Suncheonik Hall.

Paralock!

His long black sleeves fluttered along with his movements. It was a black-and-white robe with a yellowish hue.

The situation in the battle of Bangpa Daejeon always changes rapidly like this.

Naturally, the remaining group of dreamers followed them, tearing through the air. Dozens of soliloquies that would come out while drunk followed their footsteps.

From behind, the blue and white swordsmen of the Changcheondae began to pursue them, but they were not in their sights.

Because there was no one who could stand up to Moonju. Mong Inwol, east of Iphwangseong, was invincible.

“The devil is here again.”

“At this point, Magaju’s energy is truly amazing.”

“What is that? They say that Jeonggadonggong is good for your health… … .”

“Wouldn’t that be good for a hangover? Let’s stop by the lord’s residence and if we have time, we can go to Maga too.”

By the time the last words were out, they had entered the Suncheonik Jeon Gak Gun again.

A place where the back of a noble youth, always shining with golden light, stands out.

Also, the Magaju margin was rushing towards him.

As if he had to wake up the person who was exhaling a very clear and refreshing breath like the forest wind. At that moment, a white swallow was fluttering its wings above Margin’s head.

“No way.”

Hwaaaaaaaah!

Gujumongma, who had been muttering softly, stretched out both hands towards Majin’s back, and the blue-haired master of Changcheon-dae, who saw this, quickly shouted in a loud voice.

―Right side! The speed of completion of the wave is the unity of the spirits! Nine-Three Dreams! The Servant of the Dream Moon… …!

The movements of the masters were much faster than his voice. Gu Jumongma was a master who was hard to find a rival in Guangxi.

The air around the two hands stretched out towards Margin was distorted. It meant that the charging of the Long Technique Wave was not finished, but was already moving forward.

He was the fastest master of the Chosik, aside from the Mong-in-wol-ju who had to maintain his breath right away.

Phew!

At that moment, Margin’s two arms struck each other in different directions.

The left hand is pulled up while holding the Tao behind the back, and the right hand is extended backwards toward the tension of the Nine-Ju-Mong-Ma.

For a brief moment, Gujumongma’s eyebrows furrowed.

If you haven’t mastered the shamanistic method of Yangsimgong, the human body wouldn’t be able to move in such a detailed and individual way.

Boom! Boom!

The left hand of Margin, made of iron, stabs the golden monster’s foot, while the right hand, which is still intact, is torn by the tension of the Nine-Three Dreams, revealing its red flesh.

one side.

Kwajijijik!

At that moment, the sword body that stretched out like a spider web to the ground looked like a sundial. A loud shout combining the Haphwa Shingong and Jeonggadongong burst out from Majin’s throat.

“I heard from my father! There was an old man in Cheonhamok who had lost his mind!”

at the same time.

The young man of the Ming tribe suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes wide as if he was startled by the fact that he had moved on his own, and a strange vibration sound naturally spread from his body.

It was accompanied by concentric waves that occasionally flashed golden.

“A nightmare… … ?!”

Jiiiiiiiiing―!

Before the screams that tore through the air could even stop.

“… … !”

More than half of the Dream Moon collapsed on the ground as if it were a lie.

There wasn’t even a rustling sound.

It was instant death.