Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 240

Opening (4)

one side.

The number of people watching the huge canyon was growing terribly. It was noisy and chaotic.

It seemed as if all the people of Xi’an, which had been the capital for a thousand years, were flocking in.

From beggars to people of extraordinary appearance, they were all on the peaks. There were even carriages, palanquins, and silken robes, some of whom were worthy of the word procession.

It was the end of a rare major fight.

Some of the martial artists who came to watch as third parties were standing on the tips of tree branches with their arms crossed, or standing sideways on the stone wall of the valley, doing a wall-climbing move with only two feet.

“The interests of Shaanxi are firmly at stake. Are the authors’ identities still unknown?”

“A swordsmanship that emits light… Is it the thirteen thousand-thousand …

“Will the lords really die? It’s been a while since I’ve seen those monsters with such great strength gathered together. The monsters of Sapa have all sorts of life-saving herbs… … .”

The noise they were making among themselves was incredibly loud.

“Useless thing.”

Wi Il-hwa, who was standing far away, twisted his lips. It was while looking at Jeong Yeon-shin, who had her hand on the sword stem.

It wasn’t a laugh. It didn’t seem like a mockery.

“Didn’t we assume a life-or-death decision between the leaders? Aside from showing off our military might, we prioritized showing off the power of the Seven Great Clans to the world. The sudden death of one of the Sword Demon Clan leaders wasn’t a big deal.”

There was a certain satisfaction in her voice. It was the appearance of the leader of the armed forces who had brought her to the abyss in an instant, paying attention to something trivial.

The combined attack of the lords was in perfect harmony, surrounding the surrounding area. Wi Il-hwa’s smile deepened.

She smiled deliberately. She said she would be satisfied with seeing the embarrassment in any way.

“You, stranger, will not be able to pay the price even after death.”

A sect whose leader is alive will never be cut off. The head of the sect is the sect itself.

The Seven Great Clans of Xi’an never give up their power.

Suaah―

A thick wind parted from the net of swords spread out by Kiso Seul. It was a move that contained the thoughts of the lords.

The spider webs that sharply wrapped around Jeongyeonshin’s eight sides from above and below his head were no different from the obsession of the Sapa monks who were facing a famine. They were extremely dense.

Bujo-wi and Baek Mu-ryang were ready to strike from the left and right at any moment, and Kang Mu-jeong was also like that, with both fists clasped together in the form of the Chukjinbyeokryeokpa’s regime flag.

The dignity of the lord seemed to emanate from the fluttering hems of his clothes as he stood tall.

Jang Il-gi, a neat-looking man from Sobaekmunju, was standing there with a strange expression on his face, as if he had free time.

‘This is a major powerhouse… … .’

Jeongyeonshin gazed blankly at the faces of the six lords.

They were full of confidence, conviction and hope. No one showed any sign of giving in.

The strongest people living in the world of martial arts. The rulers who have gained fame in the raw martial arts world.

As food becomes scarce, they become greedy for their own power, and with it they fill their stomachs by oppressing those around them.

Rivers and lakes have surfaces that sway even in small waves. The waves transform into large currents.

The footsteps of the strong affect all directions, so it was a world of rivers and lakes.

A world where martial arts masters carry out their will from a high position like a mountain spirit.

It was the same with Jeong Ga-Jang.

It all started with a sidelong glance from the elder leader of the sword-riding sect. What did her quick glance at the veins bring? It was the destruction of a large landowner’s family.

‘It was the place my mother chose.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. I was attached to the Dano Festival swing that I had never ridden before.

He slowly moved his lips away.

“You must have acted like a strong person until now.”

“It will be like that in the future too.”

Hwiwolgaju Baek Mu-ryang smiled broadly and answered politely.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t say anything else.

Swish.

He held the sword’s stem completely in his left hand.

A sharp pain occurred. It was felt clearly in the palm of my hand. It was a straight line along the sword that the pre-emptive striker, Kiso-seul, had spread out.

It was like a net of swords that gleamed and stretched out in the sunlight from all directions. It was extremely sharp, as if it contained its own black energy.

There was blood. I could feel it even without looking. It was because the grip was so strong that it was difficult for the self-defense weapon to withstand.

At the same time, the sharp strands of the sword began to tremble. They came into contact with the ring that had been suppressed as much as possible inside the palm. The tremendous vibration was transmitted as it was and spread out.

‘It’s solid.’

There is no sign of it being cut off. I don’t even know how it was fixed. It must have been a special kind of magic of Sima Wei Dao, called the Left Path of the Side Gate.

It was clearly a type of magic trick, but it was very natural. The way it swept through the air like a fishing line from all directions was fluid.

Preliminary sentence: Kiso Seul.

When their eyes met, he drew a faint line with his thin lips. They say that before he got the chance, he got gold, and it was literally a prayer close to a tow truck.

The figure of a divine warrior stretching out the threads with both hands was elegant. It was almost as if he was looking somewhat relaxed.

‘You can become stronger this way too.’

As his status and position rise, and the world he inhabits expands, his horizons also broaden. Jeong Yeon-shin’s martial arts world has expanded once again.

The new Ma Gwang-ik was a top-class player, but he was not a mid-level player. As a rookie who had just begun to grow, he was able to use all his experiences as fertilizer.

It was the same now.

“What a strange man! Don’t let him carry out his purpose!”

Wi Il-hwa shouted from the other side. He was confident that he had won the victory, but he was not complacent. His restraint against the top-class player was thorough.

It meant that they had a lot of experience. The clan leaders were the same. They caused a stir on both sides of the front.

“Is it necessary to go as far as the Chukjinbyeokpa? It was a joint attack from the beginning. Since he’s lost face, we should kill him quickly.”

The assistant chief cracked his thick lips. Then, he lifted his large foot slightly, and the lower sword split left and right. Without hesitation, he struck down with one foot.

thud-!

At the same time as Jin-Ak’s awakening, the upper half of Bu-Jo-Wi’s body turned forward. The long sword that he had raised with both hands from behind began to rise and fall.

The sword stems surrounding him scattered in all directions as if they were alive, while the bushes around him sank in all directions.

Jeongyeonshin fixed the sword wave of the Bukmyeong sword that was blocked by the lower sword.

The moment the direction of the phage changed, it hit straight up as if it was bouncing off. There was no rule in the sword strike.

One who has properly prepared the first attack and stretched out, and one who raises the defensive attack on the spot.

The moment when your vision turns white like a blade.

Oh my god!

A great shock was felt. It came from between the thumb and index finger of the hand. The force fixed on the Chuktaek point of the arm joint was strong.

The recoil shot into his forearm. At the same time, the muscles polished with a squeezing motion pulsed and his tendons tightened sharply.

The moment he gripped the sword handle tightly, he became completely one with the air force and soared with overwhelming sword power.

Kuung!

Just by pushing, a loud noise rang out. The tip of the Bukmyeonggeom’s sword swept past the tip of Bujowi’s sword, sending out colorless waves.

The skill created by the ancient qualities was equally exquisite in the realm of strength. The balance between aerodynamics and muscle mass, from the feet to the body, was in a completely different realm.

This was especially noticeable when competing with the lower classes. The assistants were unable to immediately come up with a means to compensate for their inferiority in quality.

Phew!

The new form of the relief tower flipped over and floated in the air for a moment. Jeongyeonshin glanced up at the creature as she lowered her sword.

Between the two, the wind blew ceaselessly through the bushes on all sides. It almost seemed like the onlookers were dancing to encourage the sword dance.

“What kind of swordsmanship is this!”

The assistant quickly shouted with his lips closed, unable to control his body in the air.

It was something he said to Ma Gwang-ik-ju, but it was something he said for the other lords to hear. It meant to strike a follow-up blow. There was impatience in his tone.

That guy is definitely a magician. He can’t handle it one-on-one.

It was read to Jeongyeonshin as well. The flow was like that. The other lords must have known it as well.

Parallax!

There was a loud fluttering sound from the left. There were two vanguards to begin with.

Along with Bujo-wi, Baek Mu-ryang of Hwiwolga-ju was blocking the road to Giseul, Wi Il-hwa, and Gang Mu-jeong.

He was an experienced master. He continuously displayed excellent responses while trying to protect the sword, eye technique, and one-hit technique that were stretched out behind him.

It was like that from the moment when Jeongyeonshin was about to unleash a series of attacks, he came in through the gap in her breathing.

It was just after the short whistle of Wei Il-hwa. It seemed to be a signal to announce the optimal moment.

WHEEK! Boom!

Under the palm of his hand, Jang-jeo (掌低) was thrust forward. The Huiyue Paegong of the Seven Great Gates of Xi’an was said to be a martial art capable of responding in all directions.

The change of direction was quick, which meant that he was good at making changes.

‘These guys, their aerodynamics are basically deep. You can’t kill them with a single hit.’

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin raised her left hand, bundles of swords closed in from all directions.

It was a sight that blocked my vision and flashed lights in a row. If I went any further, I would get cut. I had no choice but to stop.

At the same time, Baek Mu-ryang’s feet crossed twice on the ground. His movements became strange. The afterimage of his long sword swelled as if he had spread his sword with his hand.

The moment Jeongyeonshin collides with Bujowi, she unleashes all the accumulated energy at once.

The shock waves that hit the air resonated everywhere. It was so loud that it made my ears tingle.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Before I knew it, even Wi Il-hwa, who had been thrusting forward, was swinging his sword. The hem of his silk sleeve fell down, sticking out like the blade.

It was a terrifyingly refined horizontal swordsmanship. The sound of the air being torn apart was incredibly loud. The face with its mouth wide open, as if smiling or frowning, was also like that.

In the empty space on the right, Bujo-wi fell down, holding a long sword in both hands.

Before I knew it, I had properly taken up the position. The sound of the rushing waves was like thunder. It was clearly a move aimed at gaining time.

The turnaround was very quick.

The spider web of the sword tightening, three types of swords exploding independently from the three sides in front, and a woman twisting her waist as if she had finished accumulating the waves at the very back.

It’s strong. It’s a combination I’ve never seen before.

They were on a different level from their subordinates. It was rumored that only the leaders of the sect would receive the elixir and visions of the sect.

In the world of martial arts, they were worthy of being discussed. They were worthy of being called the leaders of the Sapa faction.

Kyahahahahahahaha!

A strange laugh erupted from beyond Baek Mu-ryang’s shoulder. It was the laughter of Kiso Seul, who was tuning the Four Swords.

It was very strange because it was made with a lip-smacking technique. Was it because they wanted me to carry my resentment with me even when I crossed the Samdo River after death?

Swish.

Jeongyeon Shin placed her left finger on a single line of the sword that was piercing her skin. Suddenly, Giseul’s laughter that had been ringing like a ray of light stopped.

Woohoo!

A translucent border appeared along his hand with a resonant sound.

A solid line that follows the downward pointing fingers, drawing a gentle parabola, as if tearing the window paper on the doorstep.

Through the gap, wisps of light slowly appear.

Within moments, Jeongyeonshin’s hand broke through the boundary between sorcery and martial arts and grabbed the ball of thread that Kiso Seul had spread out. He felt for it with his senses and it reached his hand.

Ma Gwang-ik thought absentmindedly.

‘It looks fun, so it should be mine.’

A lightning-like light flashed from the Baekhoe point in his head. The threads of true energy that had been sent earlier interpreted the four-sword technique of the preliminary section.

Where is it bent, how is it fixed, and at what angle should the aerodynamic force be moved to achieve the intended effect?

The understanding that came from the feeling spread like a flash. Since it was a study of magic, the parts that were impossible to understand were replaced with internal energy techniques.

The quality of living ten days a day burned like a lightning bolt in my mind, mercilessly destroying the cliff between general achievement and time, turning it into a pile of empty ashes.

So suddenly.

The interpretation of the Qi Moon weapon is finished. It is a five-star system similar to the organ diagnosis. It was very precise.

It was easy to gain control of the sword. In terms of internal energy acquisition and use, Jeongyeonshin had already been overwhelmingly superior to Kiso Seul.

The light wheel that rotated in the heart rose like a wave along with the light wheel.

At the same time, the power of the sword shattered and scattered from the sword stem.

The next moment.

Strong threads wove the eight directions with beams of light. The space seemed to be divided into dozens of branches.

Woohoo!

The previously recorded sound of the ring resonated from the four swords. The metal strands resonated together with Jeongyeonshin’s fingers.

It was as if he was serving a different master, unable to dig into the knuckles of the hand with the same aerodynamic wave.

The men whispered to Jeongyeonshin. They told her to lightly touch her fingers and flick her energy briskly.

It was a sensation that spread from my palm to my brain. It was very vivid.

‘like this.’

Following that feeling, I delicately swept my hands as if I was playing the gold. The strings of the sword spit out soft golden sounds one after another. The resonance was deep.

at the same time.

Hwaaaaak!

The golden threads shot up explosively. The white-hot sensation of the upper body seemed to stop time in the pure realm of thought.

It means that the water was like an island. It was like a net wrapped around dozens of parasol trees, including Wi Il-hwa, Bu Jo-wi, and Baek Mu-ryang.

The Sapa lords were quickly tied down and thrown down to the tree trunks, while the beams of light from the swords glowed indifferently in the sunlight.

“Kiso-seul! What are you doing!”

“No, this is… … crazy… … !”

“Ahhhhhhh! Mine! Mine!”

At the same time that Bujo-wi screamed as if in a fit of convulsion, Wi Il-hwa opened her eyes wide, and Giseul sat down like a madman and screamed.

It was only Baek Mu-ryang, whose beard was cut off in strands, who was causing waves with his blood-stained body.

From afar.

Ugh―

The deep breath that Shiilbungsan Kwon Kang Mu-jeong took in slowly stopped as if it was seeping into his soul. He had trapped his internal energy breath in his body, adding a bit of strength to it.

In an instant, the surrounding air changed. The winds that had been blowing along with the area of the fist stretching out like a tidal wave were pushed up in the opposite direction.

Hwaaaaaaaah!

The charging of the axial wall force wave is finished.

The momentum that belatedly surged from her entire body revealed an explosive presence.

At the moment when the bright red robe looked particularly vivid, Kang Mu-jeong boldly tilted his balance forward and extended his fist.

It was a regime stance that put everything on the line in one blow. The flag-raising ceremony was perfect.

The barrage of martial arts that came rushing forward in achromatic form was reminiscent of the Shaolin Temple’s Hundred Steps Divine Fist.

Kwaaaa …

At the same time, Jeongyeonshin’s black sleeves fluttered.

Sabak.

He stood on a single strand of sword.

In an instant, a giant spider web made of golden rays of light moved in its entirety to block the way.

He calculated the direction of the power of the regime based on the 64 hexagrams and reversed the structure of the power of the regime. He built a net of destruction between himself and Kang Mu-jeong.

Wooooow!

At the midpoint, colorless waves spread out like ripples. The fist-like waves that passed through the golden net wall broke down like foam. It was a fantastic sight.

At the first moment of shock on Kang Mu-jeong’s face, which had always seemed calm, a ray of light enveloped her body diagonally.

“It’s light. It won’t work on the best players.”

It seems like the number of catches is increasing. Ma Gwang-ik-ju mutters while carrying a backpack on his back above the beam of light. His determined eyes are sharpened like blades.

“Wait a minute… … If you kill us like this, the order of the West Bank… …!”

“I am the head of the Xi’an Huiyue family. I can give you many things.”

“Give me back! Give me back my light!”

It was a tree stump. Wi Il-hwa, Baek Mu-ryang, and Giseul were tied up and each spat out their own words. Jongcheon Do-mun’s Bujo-wi opened his mouth briefly and said, “Let’s kill him.”

The dominance and disadvantage were reversed in an instant. The life and death decisions of the masters were so extraordinary.

“The first principle of my teaching is not to pursue a goal.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

It was like when Jeong Ga-jang was destroyed by Pae Geum-jong. Ip Hwang-seong was a great faction in the middle of Jeong Sa-jung, and in terms of his subordinates, he was close to Sima Oedo. He was different from the officials.

The world of martial arts is a savage world, and strictly follows the law of the jungle. Ip Hwang-seong did not wish for the rehabilitation of the powerful martial artists.

Those who wielded powers like the mountain spirits exploited, killed, and enslaved the common people.

It is better for the people to eliminate the aftereffects. That is the viewpoint of the emperor and the country.

“I know you’ve had enough. Just die now.”

Sabak.

It was just after the leather shoes of the Magwangikju stepped on another sword strand. The Sapa sect leaders were not given time to express regret, remorse, or relief.

The laughter that Kiso Seul had let out earlier returned to Jeong Yeon-shin as intended. All they took with them before they died were faces filled with despair.

Phew!

Along with the blood gushing in all directions, dry winter grass leaves were scattered in all directions.

at the same time.

The valley became quiet.