Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 573

Nadam (6)

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Two people buried in a sea of pure white clouds.

A skinny old swordsman and a large young woman face each other, their feet on the clouds in midair.

They are Han and Yao respectively.

The face of the woman of the Yao tribe was rough, like the handle of a weapon worn by a long battle. But her grayish skin was full of life.

Unlike the old swordsman, his face was elastic. Naturally, there was no feeling of his skills rusting.

The old swordsman opened his mouth.

“You’re tired. You’re so young.”

Too young.

It means a person with a lot of energy for his age.

Even the sword she held in one hand was like that. The long handle was a brilliant red, and at the end of it was an unusually large iron spike that scattered the sunlight.

A weapon that combines the northern general style that emphasizes strength and the elegant casting style of the Ming Dynasty.

It was truly dazzling.

On the other hand, the old man’s sword was as old as its master. It was simple and had no manners, and was rusty and missing teeth in some places.

The woman from the north clicked her tongue as if she felt sorry for the old swordsman and the old swordsman.

“It’s so sad. I’ve been hit by the raging years. I’ve probably lived for about the same amount of time as you, but I can feel your grip gradually weakening. If you were a demon, you would have given me more pleasure for a long time… … .”

“Everything is sad. As you live in this harsh world, wrinkles appear on your face and stains appear on your sword handle.”

At first glance, the old man looked relaxed.

But it was unclear whether the same was true for his aged muscle groups and old acupoints.

Meanwhile, the scenery that filled their surroundings.

The sea of clouds was torn apart like feathers. Everything was white and sharp. Only the dazzling sunlight was leisurely sparkling above it.

It is the effect of the repeated occurrence of the power of inspiration.

Their fight had been going on for a long time, exceeding a thousand rounds. Because under the pure white clouds, Jeongyeonshin clashed with Moongok and Shintu before they could collide.

The Black Star and the Six-Way Star Encyclopedia.

It would be difficult to have a fight like this in the whole world, but they still had time to spare.

Enough to suddenly disappear at the same time while changing the breathing of internal energy into a conversation.

“You look ridiculous. An old man who knows nothing and is content to keep me captive!”

“Your tongue is long.”

It was a split second before the collision occurred.

Tsk tsk tsk! Ppaaang―!

Ripples erupted as if a typhoon had been summoned into the sky, and the feather clouds were pushed out in a huge circle.

Yeomjeong’s Heulhwangshipgyeol (屹潢十結) and Geomseong’s Dokmun sword technique, Mura Sword (武羅劍).

Both hands became blurry.

He distorted the sunlight with his sword and sword swung in succession. Of course, the two blades clashed continuously for an instant.

Each of them used their empty hands to cast a martial art, and dozens of translucent blades shot out, disrupting each other’s sword paths and sparking sparks in their self-defense techniques.

They are both masters of martial arts. They never rested for a moment.

Each time, huge shock waves erupted from the sky, one after the other. It was like an earthquake racing through the sky.

“Old man, you don’t know the tricks of the Southern Emperor! Do you think I would just stand by and watch a radical foreigner like Yelü?”

“Strategy? Do I really need to know?”

“What!”

“I, too, am a complete warrior with a sword. A scheme? That’s not like a demon tribe.”

For a warrior who was born a ronin, provocation and sharp remarks were inevitable as a daily routine. Yeomjeong’s brow furrowed viciously.

“Are you still acting like a great warrior?”

At the same time, she made a large turn of the sword, and the blade, which had spat out a gray shockwave in a row, collided with the old sword.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

The blade of the Unwoldo soared upward, scraping the body of the toothless sword.

The advance technique of the Heulwangshipgyeol, which cuts off the opponent’s weapons and raises them. Once again, the clouds that had been approaching them scattered up and down like white waves.

But the sword did not break.

Wow!

A swordsman who does somersaults like a ray of light as if the wind that rises into the air is a rope. It is a technique that allows one to freely use the opponent’s attack waves.

The next moment, his skinny legs were kicking Yeomjeong’s chin like a comet.

Kwaaaaaaaang―!

Not only did white ripples appear like a lakeside, but pure white cloud streaks were sucked in like smoke along the trajectory of each dharma.

A rough, swirling suction. The atmosphere was completely emptied for once.

Yeomjeong laughed madly, her eyes completely turned inside out and the whites of her eyes exposed.

“You won’t be able to keep me for long! You’re a man who has no skills other than swordsmanship!”

A gray-white pill popped out of her arms and went into her mouth.

The skin on the face of the salty person becomes even more vibrant as soon as it is chewed.

It is a pill made by extracting and solidifying the innate energy of a person. It is a study that is possible only in the north where corpses are piled up as towers. It was a secret that the queen of the dream world, Cheonha Shintu, had revealed.

Northern powers.

If he is a member of the Yao clan, he is born with great talents, and if he is a peerless master, he cannot help but be a transcendent master of the ten great masters.

It was different from the sword master who only knew the sword.

He asked quietly.

“I heard that the Southern Emperor of the World is the true greatest of the North. Do you know exactly what his plan is?”

“You are leaving me alone.”

Yeomjeong continued speaking with her eyes turned white.

“But it’s impossible. Unlike your Ming Dynasty, our land has nothing to lose, so we personally test everything. Naturally, our techniques for handling the gate are much more advanced than yours. You probably don’t even dream of it. The Southern Emperor is collaborating with the Western First Emperor to plan the second coming of the God of War in this land, the land of Yelü…!”

“I heard you well.”

Geomseong took a deep breath and swung his sword away.

“Originally, if you get hit properly at the Yeomcheon point, your mind will become confused and you will be able to open up about your feelings, even if it is brief. Even the best martial artists are no exception.”

He didn’t waste his swordsmanship on the Heavenly Sword. It was better to strike the inside of the body with a large shock every once in a while like now.

The inner defense wall of the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong was as sinister and aggressive as its owner. That was what Geomseong felt.

Because he would accumulate his opponent’s attack power without letting them know and then suddenly explode it.

The old man had almost died a couple of times before.

But he was calm.

Although Yuk Won-seong-gun Yeom Jeong is an extremely ‘experienced risk’, the leader of the martial arts world, Hyeon So-baek, has already died once in real life. To the madman Amcheonje who had targeted none other than Sam Bong-jin.

“I’m tired.”

He muttered as if it were a habit.

At the same time, I briefly recalled another madman who, drunk on boredom and pride, had claimed to be Jeongyeonshin’s nanny.

The Youngcheon Sword Ghost of Simmu-ryeon.

‘That friend died too, I wonder what’s happening to him now.’

Then, Geomseong stopped thinking.

Wow!

The clouds trampled by the salt spit out rainwater to the ground with a shrill sound.

She was perfect.

“… … .”

The sight of his eyes suddenly turning black.

The Cheondan Gwanggap made a crackling noise as it weaved a new blade, and the thick aura unique to Heulhwang Shipgyeol dissipated along with the white fog.

Swish.

A large woman holds a sword much larger than her body behind her back.

He was very calm. As if he had never been angry.

“You should die here. Now that I look at it, it’s more dangerous than Yalul.”

Geumseong laughed at her words.

“Do you know who Yalul is and why he says that?”

A soft, almost moist moisture clung to their bodies. It was while the hazy clouds were spreading out flat like the ground.

‘hmm?’

For a moment, three things flashed in the eyes of the old swordsman who had raised his head slightly.

A dreamy pond of clouds spread out, a slightly faded purple robe, and a divine sword shining in pure white between them.

They were like servants waiting for their master’s orders. Geomseong lowered his head as if he had not seen it. So that Yeomjeong’s gaze would not be directed in that direction.

But the direction in which he turned his gaze was also problematic.

The corners of Yeomjeong’s lips slightly rose as they shared the same gaze.

Soon she began to tell her story slowly. It wasn’t just Geomseong who was good at provocation.

“Are you worried? I see there are many battlefields. There are those who are fighting against Moon-gok and the seven others, Moon-gok-gun and Bing-je’s concubine, my army and Chi-geuk-gun at the same time, and on top of that, there are the forces of Yeok-ru-seong. They are being chased by Ho-cheon-seong-ju Mama Gwang-myeol-do… Are they the Southern Martial Arts people?”

You look quite noble. You might be acquainted with us.

Immediately after Yeomjeong finished speaking like that.

There was a moment of silence, and then the two fell at the same time. To be exact, it was Geomseong reacting to Yeomjeong’s movements.

Exactly half and half.

I was one step too late.

Phew!

The pure white sunlight mixed with the strong wind and swept noisily in all directions. The sound of the strong wind swirled around chaotically.

There were eight people where their new form fell on the diagonal line. One giant and seven black capes. In other words, they were the strategists of the Struggle for the Gods and the great leaders of the Shingeomdan.

Geomun (巨門), Nokjon (祿存), Mungok (文曲), Yeomjeong (廉貞), Mugok (武曲), and Pagun (破軍).

The six constellations of the Big Dipper, excluding the most important one, Tamrang (貪狼). Mungok is the third of them.

The third in the entire northern region, perhaps even more vast than the Ming Dynasty.

At that point, he is a being that has transcended himself. He is a being that can be said to be a volcanic eruption that moves with a will.

If the skills of those who can handle him even with a joint attack are good enough, then from Yeomjeong’s perspective, it would be a threat that needs to be nipped off in the bud.

Hahahahaha!

A voice bursting out with loud laughter. It is the cry of Prince Yuk Won-seong.

“The old swordsman is really good at following along! Did I make the right choice?”

The sound was even more creepy because it was still in Chinese.

Is it an innate personality?

There was no back for her.

Woof woof woof woof!

A whitish wave spreads out from the moon aimed at the ground.

Spirituality.

A literally mystical nature.

The spirit of the so-called peerless masters, accelerated by their movements, could solve a whole life in one move. It was accompanied by an overwhelmingly strong will.

It is activated.

[The great opening of the pillars.]

The Gongwolmu of the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong.

A hemispherical sphere appeared transparently in her crescent moon, and in an instant, it began to expand in size.

It was as if Yeomjeong and Geomseong were going to take over the battlefield on the ground. Naturally, the Seven Great Lords and Mungok were there.

“… … !”

The blacksmith’s eyes widened.

The old man, who was once the leader of the martial arts world, knew all seventeen black sword techniques.

Phew!

Time stops as it is endlessly pulled by his senses.

A single sight was completely engraved on the old swordsman’s eyes.

At that moment, Mugeuk Jeonju was grabbed by Mungok’s arms and legs one by one and started to tear them apart, but Cheonrim Daeju, who had risen high with the divine technique of Pungsin (風身), struck Mungok’s eye with his sword and took out his eyeball.

Meanwhile, Yullyeongdaeju, whose ankle had been trampled by Moongok, stabbed the sword he was holding in his hand into the giant’s calf.

Blood was gushing out from the mouth of the Heavenly Dragon Lord who had wrapped a rope around Moon-gok’s shoulders and neck. It was clear that he had temporarily blocked the power of the Six Heavenly Stars.

At the same time, Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung Ah stepped on Jin Gak with a winged step on the back of Mungok, and the dark blue flames of Cheon Dan Gwang Gap split to the left and right, making a thunderous sound.

Blood and moisture were flowing out in the form of smoke from the hem of her pants, which were completely torn.

The pieces of black robe of Myeolseomdaeju, who had blocked Moongok’s kick with both hands, flew into the gap and flew away.

The techniques derived from Moon-gok’s Nine-Wave Magic Step were dislocating both of Shin-hwang’s arms.

Others were barely standing, and in some ways they looked like they were dead.

Anyone would have been convinced of that if it weren’t for the characteristic whitish halo of the Gwangyeok.

Kuuuuuuung―

A huge shadow was cast over them all. It was a hemisphere created by the power of the salty moon sword, but it was a skill that made it impossible to guess what kind of power it had.

The blacksmith immediately raised his life-saving weapon. A faint sound of swordsmanship leaked out from the old sword.

Gongwolmu.

[Heavenly.]

It wasn’t the voice of the swordsman. It was as if the sword had been struck by a sharp sound. However, before his sword could fully manifest, Moon-gok was quietly laughing on the ground.

[Mencius is strict.]

Gongwolmu, Gongwolmu, and more Gongwolmu.

Only the best masters with perfect internal breathing skills. Those who have mastered the practical calculation of the gap. Naturally, the Gongwolmu they each performed was also successfully performed.

There was a Hwangseong Wonpyeongilgeomjang inside it.

With each of them looking pale under the pressure that is difficult to resist.

That was when.

Whoooooooooooooo!

Suddenly, a flagpole came hurtling through the air, tearing at its center, and crashed down onto the back of Mungok. It was a direct piercing wound.

[Silent night.]

A sinister and ominous voice flutters along with a flag that reads, “Shingeomdan Shingeomdae (神劍團 神劍隊).”

The last Gongwolmu. The firm right arm of the Wilderness.

He was the male member of the Shingumdan.

“… … !”

In an instant, the five areas expanded like fog, and soon became one space.