Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 239

Opening (3)

After the massacre of the light sword horde stopped.

The shoulders of the twenty-eight men standing on the flat ground shook gently. It was a large-scale battle. Sima Wei also reduced hundreds of people to rubble or corpses.

Even after showing an overwhelming breakthrough, it wasn’t awkward to see him catching his breath.

While the sleeves of the swordsmen turned black, blood kept dripping from the tips of the swordsmen’s swords and splashed onto the ground.

Gwangyegyeol was a new skill with distinct strengths and weaknesses. There was a price for its overwhelming penetrative power.

That was the way of the world. Only by expending a great amount of energy could one create a miracle.

But the utility was clear.

This place, the tragedy of the life-or-death battle at Bangpadae was a testament to this.

“Ugh… … .”

“Uh, uh… … .”

The bushes and dirt were dyed crimson. The smell of blood spread in all directions, carried by the cold wind.

Flesh broken by the blows and scattered by the waves, pieces of corpses cut in two by a single sword, losers exhaling in pain because their internal energy breathing gave them only a small amount of life… … .

“Is this, huh… … Am I dreaming?”

“I feel… so refreshed.”

“Pretending to be strong.”

Even though the people of Xi’an, Shaanxi Province, were strong-willed, it was not a sight to behold. Even those with considerable courage turned their heads away.

There was a place to focus my attention. It was said that the Hwa-ryong-jeomjeong of the Bangpa Daejeon was a life-or-death battle between the leaders.

The same was true of the plains of Daewolhyup here.

“Only the lords remain!”

“Huh, I wonder how this will turn out… … .”

“Isn’t it true that the Sword Demon Lord has been hit? There will be upheaval in the West!”

“The combined attack of the lords will be different. It will be a strength that we cannot fathom.”

“You brought these heavenly masters. Won’t you show them something amazing even against the Three Great Masters?”

More onlookers lowered their heads than the seven dead Sapa warriors. Most of them were uneaten.

A rare burst of vitality appeared on the lifeless, dry faces. It was sadistic violence.

“Please… please… … .”

Some prayed as if they were bowing down to a shrine, praying for the death of the Sapa leaders as if Maitreya had appeared.

The hands and heads that were leaning on the rock turned towards the boy swordsman wearing the wind-clad robe.

The Seven Great Gate Lords of Xi’an and an unidentified master.

As hundreds of eyes turned to it, the cliffs of the canyons surrounding it on both sides became quieter.

The mountain range that stretched out to the horizon of the Guanzhong Plain had a distinct green color, and the slightly lowered sunlight covered it in white.

It was a dreamy and lush green recording. It didn’t match the tragedy or the confrontation.

So it created a strange atmosphere.

It was before the man with the long sword on his back from the Seven Great Gate Lords opened his mouth.

“You won’t use more than ten breaths?”

He was an unconventional person from the very beginning.

He exposed his upper body. It was as if he was showing off his external skills. The scar that came from his abs, crossing his neck and reaching his cheek, was prominent.

It was a terrible sword wound. How could he still be alive? The heat of the aerodynamic force blazing from his entire body was paradoxically approaching.

The Great Wind Sword Monster, Bujowi.

He is the head of the Jongcheon Domun sect.

He was considered the strongest swordsman in Xi’an. His fame was so great that it surpassed the Jeongsa faction. It was said that his swordsmanship surpassed the sophistication of Jongnam’s swordsmanship. He was a master of the Zhongcheondo (仲天刀) of the Zhongcheondomun.

He was also famous for his habit of saying that he was not afraid of the old guard. I saw the sword master being attacked, and the fighting spirit in his sharp face was like fire.

“No matter how much you… … .”

It was when he let out a deep voice.

The Tang Ma Gwang-ik-ju took a step. The grass leaves were rustled. The wind blew from the footsteps that pushed the ground away. It was a light wheel that spread from Yongcheonhyeol. It exploded immediately with propulsion.

thud!

The heel is completely pushed out. Even though the energy wave is confined to the inside of the body as much as possible, there is no problem in using the true energy.

As the days go by, the power of internal energy becomes stronger. It was the function of the upper body that expanded without a second thought.

Hwaaaaak!

Jeong Yeon-shin focused her gaze. There was a strong backlash. She could feel the strong wind constantly brushing her hair and the hem of her clothes through the gaps in her hands.

He did not hesitate to enter the territory of the six lords. The face of the Bujo-wi, who had twisted his lips, grew large rapidly.

The bastard reacted quickly. He pulled out the sword on his back and lowered it.

The air split left and right, and the blades of grass swayed to either side. It was a slashing wave. It came hurtling forward, smashing through bushes and mounds of dirt.

Kuuung!

To take a large herbivore, your reaction speed must be like that of a quick swordsman. As a master of heavy weapons, it seems that you have focused on honing your senses.

The transparent, swaying waves of lightning quickly reached Jeongyeonshin’s nose. The sword wind alone was enough to tear apart bricks.

‘It’s not easy.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. The characteristics of Sima Oedo were felt on her skin.

How many Sapa sect leaders would share good food, elixirs, and exquisite secret recipes with their disciples? It would be extremely rare.

This is especially true for sects that are as powerful as the Seven Great Sects of Xi’an. The authority of the sect leader is said to be close to heaven. It was a structure in which the leader could not help but be overwhelmingly powerful.

This is a fact that anyone who is not completely ignorant of the world would know. It was revealed from the very moment they encountered it.

It came in the form of a transparent, sharp blade that cut through space with great violence.

Swaaaak!

Jeongyeonshin felt her bangs tangled around her forehead. Before she knew it, her vision was distorted right in front of her nose. She looked straight ahead and raised her left hand.

The halo around his elbow split into two and rose like a ray of light. The moment he reached out and placed his hand on the sword, a strong wind split through the gap between his fingers.

The resilience was amazing. Even though I had properly applied the force, I felt like the skin on my palm was being pushed back.

It was enough to help with the pressure used to weave the opposing energies. I adjusted it with my senses.

‘Let’s try using the word ‘Hwan-gang’ in a different form.’

Jeongyeon Shin’s lips slightly sank.

The relief officer’s eyes widened slightly.

The advance of the Magwangikju did not stop. He rushed forward just as he had done in the first leap. He lowered his sword and cut through the waves with his other hand.

Through the swaying rays of sunlight, a beautiful, expressionless face could be seen here and there. It was a creepy sight.

“Kisosul!”

The assistant chief shouted urgently. It was the name of the head of the Chamjeolgak who sharpened and polished the Gimun weapon. Likewise, he was a member of the Seven Great Sects of Xi’an.

Kiiing!

Suddenly, sharp beams of light flashed in front of me. It seemed as if an untimely shower was pouring down. They took their place, dividing the space in all directions as if connecting the bushes and the sky.

It was a thread that blocked the forward rush of the Magwangikju. It was like a large spider web, and it blocked all directions with its metallic texture.

Even though it was clearly pointed downwards from the front, there were angles that bounced up and down. It looked like spider webs were being built all over the place. It looked very solid.

The move itself is a skill. Is it a mixture of sorcery and martial arts?

Jeongyeon Shin stopped walking. A line almost touched her chin.

I raised my head slightly and looked to the side of the relief. A woman wearing a sky blue silk robe was there, with both hands outstretched.

The sight of shining threads running in a row inside the large sleeves stood out. At first glance, there seemed to be dozens of them.

It was a sword I had only heard of in words. It was said that a special iron was used to make a weapon.

‘I’ve heard of it.’

The story goes that a person who used to play gold as a tow truck got a chance and built a breakwater.

Likewise, it was Sapa. All the kiru in Seoan were in the hands of Giso. He committed atrocities against his subordinates and kidnapped the common people sleeping in the inn to make them pay for their debts.

He was a man who enjoyed all kinds of pleasures together with the Jongcheon Domunju Bujowi.

I made eye contact with her.

She was dressed up nicely and had a ghostly prayer. The way she twisted her lips was also like that. Her silent smile gave off a ghostly aura.

It’s the best in the world.

Do all the world’s famous Sapa monks have such a distinct presence?

“That guy’s weakness is self-defense.”

It was behind the relief.

“It’s not as powerful as other martial arts. It’s shallow. No, it’s not really shallow. It just lacks depth compared to other techniques. It doesn’t fit my body.”

Sungyeojimunju Wi Ilhwa spoke. His eyes were venomous and seemed to have a dark aura.

It seemed like he was trying to maximize the effectiveness of the magic gifted to him by the Queen Mother.

“You can tell just by looking at the fact that he stopped at the sharp edge of the sword. I said that by drawing on my female spirit’s secret line, he might be able to create a martial art that suits him. He probably still has a lot of self-defense skills. It would be more useful for refining other martial arts. If you want to kill him, now is the time.”

The words were fast. It was a fight where lip-smacking was a prerequisite. There was no way that the masters who waved their hands like rays of light could not speak so loudly.

It’s like the warriors of the Imperial Palace. Those who learned the art of speaking could speak faster than the speed of their hands. It was the same with understanding.

Jeongyeonshin let it slip away. She only knew about Yeo-ryeong’s information power.

He had a wide field of vision in front of him. It was called the True Sword. The swords of Kisoel surrounded him in all directions.

A chilling atmosphere flowed. It was impossible to handle with just any self-defense weapon. The situation was such that the movement path was restricted.

‘How do they move?’

It was a moment of doubt.

Phew!

On the left side, a long white robe was fluttering. It was Baek Mu-ryang, the head of the Hwiwol family, who had narrowed the distance as if by a divine magic.

He extended his palm, his pure white beard fluttering, and a strange loud noise spread from the formless energy condensed in his heart.

It was a sound I was hearing for the first time. It seemed to dig into my ears and turn my mind white.

Kiiiiiiii―!

This is the essence of the Whiyue Paegong. It was a martial art of Sapha that harassed the enemy in various ways. The word “Saiga” suited him.

At the same time, the net of the sword opened on its own to both sides. Anyone who saw it would have thought it was a technique used by Kiso.

It is a form that allows only friendly forces to move. The movement of the sword was extremely fast. It went back and forth between relaxation and contraction as if it were alive.

A storm blew from the right. The relief force was out on the water once again.

The moment the shadow of the great swordsman swinging his long sword caught my eye, the heavy, sharp slash of the middle heavenly sword skillfully slipped through the gaps in the net of the four swords and extended out.

The friction noise, as if breaking the air, was extremely loud. Before they could even arrive, the hem of Jeongyeonshin’s clothes were fluttering violently behind them.

Kwaaaa!

When attacks come from both sides.

Jeong Yeon-shin was looking over the shoulder of Sungyeojimunju Wi Il-hwa.

She was a large, tall woman. Her figure was as tall as the relief. Beneath the red sleeves, she held her huge hands together at her waist.

The swirling current of waves from beneath my feet was relentless. It felt like the dirt floor was being eroded away.

Dust rose like a tornado. Even a small earthquake could be felt.

Kang Mu-jeong, the master of the Shiilbungsan Kwon (a fist that can destroy a mountain in an instant).

He is the leader of the Xi’an Daeryeongwi Jinpa sect.

The anecdote was famous.

He was born as the son of a herbalist and ate the Thousand-Year-Old Hasuo. With the energy of the spirit, he became the person who boasted the greatest martial arts among the Seven Great Gates.

There were many rumors that if you properly cast the spell “Chujinbyeokryeokpa” (築振霹靂波), which is a seasonal spell, you would be able to destroy even a small peak.

He said that he could not rise to the level of a master because he could not unleash that kind of light wave in a one-on-one life-or-death fight. He said that he had been offered entry into the military school several times as a Sapa person.

‘You’ve really nailed it.’

For a brief moment, Jeongyeonshin thought.

Shiilbungsan Kwon Kang Mu-jeong prepares a decisive blow at the very rear, and Chanmageom Wi Il-hwa aims to destroy it with Yeo Ryeong-ju’s eye method.

With Giso Seul’s sword net blocking all directions, Baek Mu-ryang and Bu Jo-wi take advantage of the gap.

This series of processes converges into the powerful force of Kang Mu-jeong’s axial force.

The flow of the herbivore chain was read by Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes. He brushed away Baek Mu-ryang’s wrinkled palm coming from the left.

I originally intended to break his wrist with one blow, but the guy was deliberately letting go of his strength.

The same was true for the relief technique that was applied from the right. It was shattered in vain the moment it was struck down with the sword of the deep-rooted Kirin.

Instead, the tip of the Bukmyeonggeom sword got caught in the net of the four swords. It couldn’t move for a moment.

Kiso-seul, who was far away, smiled smoothly.

“I caught a few Iron Clans and mixed them with Cheonjamsa and extracted them. Even a swordsman wouldn’t be able to cut them.”

The Sword Demon Lord went in vain. He couldn’t even divide it into several parts.

The lords who were properly prepared now were different. They moved based on the premise of a joint attack.

Even while protecting his body, the will to kill the enemy was contained in all his movements. As if this were the way the world’s martial artists were formed, they were ready to kill the best.

“ah.”

The corners of Jeongyeonshin’s mouth slightly rose. She moved the Bukmyeonggeom as if she was touching gold with a blade, and lightly flicked a single line of swords.

It was a gesture filled with a strange curiosity, like that of a boy of that age.

“There are seven left.”

I slowly started to think.

And with his left hand, which was imbued with a spirit of peace, he grabbed a single strand of the sword.