Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 510

Sunset

The official of the Cheon Geum Mu Go, Mun Sa, Oh Il Hwan, was thrown back by the sudden surge of tension and was caught by the border guards and fell to the ground.

Everyone’s clothes, which had been fluttering violently for a moment, were slowly settling down.

The warriors weren’t doing well either. They were barely able to endure the waves of energy that were too much for them to handle. Oh Munsa quickly made a decision.

“Let’s go in without any complaints! We need to set up a guard formation!”

Homunjin, the incomparable genius.

A method of protecting the martial arts books of Iphwangseong, which have been developed over generations and have become vast in number. As the name suggests, it protects the gate.

The deep energy of the border guards surrounds the fortress of innocence with a wall of internal energy like a self-defense weapon.

It was also a method that was decided to be used when predicting a reversal of the situation rather than the destruction of the original clan in the event of a great war.

[Yes, the basis of the imperial family is the writers.]

Shincheonhwa laughed.

[It is a good judgment. Cheon Geum Mu Go is a place that contains the history of the original nature, so there is no reason to burn it when the purple color arrives. Just take cover.]

“Good luck…!”

It was after the elder brother, Shinbyeok, saw her transform into him.

The innocent guards, including the five scribes, went straight into the Cheon Geum Mu Go and disappeared without a trace.

Flutter.

Shincheonhwa’s smile deepened as she shook her hand a few more times, using the technique she had used earlier.

[Nephew, you look like a total mess.]

Her thoughts buzz, pushing and releasing the dust that swirls around the ground.

Even if the spirit of the previous Shin Geum Danju is added, the original body is still that of the current senior lord.

The foundation was far from perfect. The power of the old Shingeomdan master could not be fully released.

[I guess I’ll have to use some technique. It’ll be fun to move around in my own way.]

It’s not a monologue. It’s just Won Young-shin’s deep thoughts flowing out.

She was staring at Haeil Kwoncheon, who had already arrived in front of her and was leaning back with his waist and fists.

Hwaaaaaaaaaaah!

The fist extended outward for a split second, distorting the surroundings into a gray color.

The process of compressing and exploding the hot energy unique to Yeolyangjinki happened in an instant, but Shincheonhwa simply wiggled his long index finger upwards before the fist even reached his abdomen.

[A thousand straws, a thousand thunderbolts.]

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―

The internal defense barrier that suddenly appeared between the two people in the form of a translucent curtain collides with Haeil Kwoncheon’s fist and shatters into dozens of layers.

In the process, the violent recoil that occurred as if it would destroy even the nearby Cheon Geum Mu Go was sucked into the fragments of the inner wall and could not burst out.

Phagec!

At the same time, blue rays of light flickered among the colorless pieces of the qi.

“… … !”

In the instant that Haeil Kwoncheon, wearing a ghost mask, opened his eyes wide, they puffed out their blue bodies and strangled him like ropes.

It was a form similar to the aura that the government office’s scepter used to bind criminals. It was a net of internal energy that was created purely by the power of the shockwave he had previously unleashed.

[It’s very sturdy. It’s a self-defense weapon that would be used in the northern powers. Moreover, its appearance and movements show traces of the imperial army.]

Shincheonhwa locked eyes with him and kissed him.

[If you were a general who suited that outfit, you would have hidden your identity, and if you were just a commoner who learned martial arts, you would be mocking those who protect this country.]

She asked softly.

[Which one?]

“Both sides are right.”

Haeil Kwoncheon answered with a pronunciation that sounded like smoke.

He spread his arms out to both sides as if he was lightly feeling the rope of the spirit that was binding him. However, before he could tear the bonds apart, Shincheonhwa snapped her fingers.

Exactly.

[Puppet entertainment.]

In an instant, the purple line of internal energy that had been burning darkly like the detonator of a fire bomb scattered on its own, releasing a transcendental sound.

Kwaaaa …

A wave that stretches vertically high into the sky, creating a tremendous, roaring noise.

Haeil Kwoncheon’s body is mixed into it and rises into the vast empty space, like a puppet performed in a crude Peking opera in a low-class market.

[The pests of the martial arts world, known as peerless masters, have a terribly tenacious lifeline. Of course, you will be the same.]

Woof.

Shincheonhwa followed him, floating up into the empty space with her luggage on her back, leaving a smile on the ground like an echo.

[The south looks deserted… … .]

* * *

East of Iphwangseong.

The moon that Mong-in-wol-ju had raised did not disappear for a while. The dusk that had dyed the sky a whitish black also remained the same.

Her body was like that too.

Even after losing his head, he was floating in the air for more than a moment. It was as if the consciousness of many people was floating in a dream without any particular reason.

like that.

Geumbyeokja stared silently at Mong-in-wol-ju’s body for a long time, holding his head down.

It was because he didn’t know what orders his mind, which was about to emit the Gongwolmu, had given to his body. That was the kind of person who had achieved the Three Flowers and the Three Spirits.

Haam-

By the time he yawned.

The early rising moon dispersed like smoke. The sky, which had become colorless and gloomy as if covered in dusk, slowly regained its blue color.

Saaaa.

The source of the internal energy that was developing the Gongwolmu has lost its vitality.

The body of the headless Mong-in-wol-ju fell from the sky and began to clash violently with the air, and the energy waves that had flowed out powerfully like a dream scattered feebly in a gray color along with the fragments of the moon.

“Ugh.”

The golden wall-mounted statue, holding the disembodied head, droops its shoulders in the air.

The eyes that had briefly glowed golden had lost their luster once again, and his focus had slowly become blurred.

There are only two things that have changed since the life-or-death battle. His face is pale with fatigue and his appearance is almost bruised.

He was brainwashed.

“I won’t do it anymore. I can’t do it.”

Hwaaaaak!

At the same time, Geumbyeokja released the power of Nunggongheodo on the spot and began to fall to the ground.

He was about to catch up with the falling body of Mong-in-wol-ju, but his expression showed that he was extremely exhausted.

Nameless Gongwolmu.

The art of the flesh flashing like thunder.

Although he displayed overwhelming divine power for a moment, he had no choice but to face the backlash that caused the one and only mystery in the world with his whole body.

Two people hit the ground one after another, each by a hair’s breadth.

Kookung.

There was a dull crash and a small cloud of dust rose nearby.

The sight was engraved in the pitch-black eyes of the white swallow, Baekyeon, who was looking down from the empty space far away.

There is also a scene of Iphwangseong warriors driving away a dozen or so Mong-in-wol masters in the Suncheon-ik martial arts field surrounded by a white wall.

Bam! Bam!

“Your Majesty…!”

“Don’t say it. I know.”

“I must step back. First, let’s save Father Jo and wait for the next time… … .”

Masters of the Dream Moon.

In that moment, a wave of sound surged through them all at once, and each of them flipped their bodies into the air and left the battlefield in an instant.

Fruit wine clinked noisily from the gourds they each had hanging on their waists. At the same time, a faint wave of energy spread from their bodies.

It’s a white tiger net.

Hwaaaaak!

The curtain of energy spread out like this. It was intended to disrupt the enemy’s energy and even take away their blood supply.

At the epicenter, there was a middle-aged man carrying on his shoulder a young man whose side had been completely torn off.

Each of them symbolized the future and past of the Dream Moon, respectively, in the land of Guangxi, as the Magical Goddess and the Nine-Ju Dream Horse.

But Baekyeon glanced at the sight below and then turned her small head to the west.

At the end of that short nod, the sight of Majin rushing towards the Mong-in-wol masters, tearing their breaths to shreds, hung for a moment.

The white swallow spread its wings backwards and shot out like an arrow toward the west of the castle, as if there was no need to look any further.

Wheaaaaaaaaa!

Baekyeon was very fast.

The palaces of Ip Hwang-seong, captured in the eyes of a small bird, became incredibly small, and at that speed, all the scenery became elongated like countless threads.

Just as he was passing the center of Ip Hwang Seong, Baek Yeon took a quick glance towards the main gate to the south.

Ruins stained with corpses.

There are hundreds of people lying around on the walls or in pits in the ground.

Instead of the shock waves typical of those who steal and use nature’s resources, only a few faint wisps of dust, like fog on the riverbank, were tickling the corpses.

The people of Iphwangseong, who had retreated like the ebb tide, turned their swords toward the enemies who had infiltrated the main castle. None of them looked back at the main gate.

That’s why the owner of the white swallow stayed there.

Standing back to back with a girl with a silver spear, her black sleeves fluttering, surrounded by powerful men with truly enormous energy.

[Half a corner remains. I once showed half a corner of mercy to my original dragon, but you are not the master of the Divine Sword… This is a battlefield, so you will have to be satisfied with half a corner.]

A powerful man from the Muryonghoe who had a knack for escaping spoke loudly.

On the other hand, the seat next to it.

The man with a large build like a bandit, who looked like a man of letters, did not seem to agree with that statement.

Rather, as if he had just dealt a major blow, he was catching his breath and swinging his large axe, and as it spun, a typhoon-like wind was ripping the ground, kicking up a vast cloud of dust.

The white feathered spirits instantly saw through them all. They were each aiming for a fatal opening.

In the meantime.

The sight of Aksurim guarding the surroundings like a shield for Jeongyeonshin was extremely serious, and the only young man in purple robes on the battlefield had his eyes closed for some reason.

For a brief moment, Baekyeon quickly tilted her head. Did she sleep standing up too?

Beep!

It lets out a long cry that its owner cannot hear, then flaps its wings even more vigorously.

The status of a spirit being of the Imperial Family is equal to the rank of its owner.

Rather than providing immediate help to the owner, it was a priority to listen to the request of the hairy writer holding a brush.

In that way, the swallow of the wilderness swooped down, folding the tips of its wings.

“Over there! Look over there!”

“It’s white smoke!”

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—!

An overwhelming cheer rang out. The White Warriors and Nameless Disciples of Iphwangseong were catching their breath after a fierce battle.

Each and every muscle in the body that had been relieving energy through exhalation contracts again, and the meridians and blood vessels that were tightened by the movement once again heat up the internal energy.

It was literally like a wildfire. It was so explosive that the marauders of the martial arts world who had been approaching from a long way away from the completely collapsed western wall flinched.

The embodiment of the extinction of the wilderness.

Its very presence boosts the morale of the nature masters and keeps them on edge.

Baekyeon, who had puffed out her pure white abdomen with all her might, flew across the inner city for a long time and then soared up to a tall tree that was far away in the distance.

The tallest tree in the country.

This is a cypress tree that the Lord of Iphwang has personally watered and cared for.

There was a certain Inyoung, standing on the branch with her long hair fluttering. She was holding a large bow as big as her body.

Swish.

The tip of her finger, which had tamed the swallow long ago, caressed the swallow’s tiny chin.

“Are you here to urge me?”

Even though it was a question, the end of his voice dropped indifferently. There wasn’t even a hint of emotion.

Baekyeon let out a small cry.

“If you want to be sure of something, wait a little longer.”

Then the master of the palace continued speaking in a whisper.

“They say that the Super Soul Archery method ends with one shot. The life of the person hit and my psychic power are sucked into one arrow.”

Then she turned her head down the tree.

“… Would you like to choose?”

A gaze that gently sweeps over two very distant places. In turn, it passes the main gate of the main office centered on Iphwangseong and the main castle.

Taking advantage of the confusion, there was a person who calmly crossed the threshold of the General Office.

He was a man wearing a bamboo hat and wearing black clothes all over his body. He was what Kang-ho called Yeo-ryeong-ju.

Meanwhile, beyond the main gate of the still solid nature, there were also dots that were kicking and crashing into the horizon carved into the land of Yangyang.

At first glance, it didn’t seem like a number of people in the hundreds. The waves of energy that were faintly but powerfully overlapping from afar and shaking the ground were the same.

Kugugugugugu―

The martial arts schools that were desperately hoping for the destruction of Iphwangseong.

The world was coming together after the extremely secretive communication and all sorts of intelligence from the thirteen thousand female spirits had overlapped.

Beep!

Baekyeon, who had spread her wings wide, suddenly felt a sense of connection with Jeongyeonshin. Her master had opened his eyes.

at the same time.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Suddenly, something fell from the sky and created a very large and long furrow on the ground, and a woman landed in front of it.

With her long, jet-black hair tied in a single strand, fluttering in the wind.

“… … .”

The main gate of Iphwangseong Fortress, just before welcoming the world’s martial arts world in one place.

Two purple ones stood.