Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 252

Rise (2)

It was the climax.

The air felt like cotton wool on my right arm. It felt like I was dancing with swords in my dream.

It is not towards the best horse in Shaanxi.

He did not recognize Wei Geuk Sang as a human being. He was just an obstacle blocking the path to his nephew.

It doesn’t matter how strong the opponent is. I’m sick of the big bad guys in the world of martial arts doing whatever they want with my mother’s land and my close blood relatives.

It was time to talk about the invincibility of the black color of the yellow tinge.

I couldn’t see clearly. Only the new shape of the first horse of Shaanxi was vaguely visible. The painkiller was very effective.

‘are you okay.’

I simply swung my sword along the stream of light that appeared in my head like a thin thread. I extended my hand so that the beam of light and the sword path overlapped in the same trajectory.

It felt like the hand holding the sword was being pushed forward without permission. The talent of Jeongyeonshin, which was blazing throughout her body, pushed her forward like that.

Life-saving herb. A special item of the famous school that can break through extreme situations.

It was a lightning sword.

A sword as bright as phosphorus.

Woof!

The secret of swordsmanship naturally permeated from the crown of the head to the tips of the fingers. It was an image of free and unobstructed brain power.

‘Bend it down once from the center, then raise it again… … .’

As the Bukmyeonggeom extended its dazzling trajectory, a dreamy light covered the blade like a will-o’-the-wisp.

This is the fourth sword of the Geomryeoseomneungsik. It is carelessly messy, like a drunken hand gesture.

At the end of it.

There was a groan from the first horse in Shaanxi.

“Khuh… … !”

The dreamlike world shattered as the lightning pattern’s trajectory flashed. My vision cleared up around the sword. Blood hit me first. It splattered heavily in front of my eyes.

The sword strike pushed past the Black Sword’s defenses. A red line appeared on the chest of the First Horse of Shaanxi. It was a long, cross-cutting sword mark.

Black bloodstains spread up and down it. It was a trace of the sword power that had dashed forward, even destroying the self-defense weapon.

The result of the young swordsmanship wheel piercing into the mine’s body was truly terrifying.

“That bastard was dying… …!”

The first horse of Shaanxi, Wei Geuk-sang, took a step back. His mouth was twisted. The hem of his yellow robe, which had been puffed up with his powerful internal energy, lost its strength and fell down. He looked defeated.

Ugh―

Jeongyeonshin held her breath and barely managed to support her two legs. The flower petals only had the effect of relieving pain. Essentially, she had to apply strength to her entire body to maintain balance.

The sword wave wrapped around his palm is hot. The light sword of the Geomryeoseomnyung style was a counterattack.

The longer and more deeply the paths of your own and your enemy are intertwined, the more lethal the sword that cuts through the country becomes.

The Sword of Sensitivity. It is a sword that brings out 100% of the qualities that one possesses. Unlike the Jeichō Gupyeongseongha, which requires the accumulation of light waves in a perfect physical condition, it takes an instant.

It was a sudden and unexpected ending, so much so that even the most talented writers would have been lucky.

It originated from my body, but it was more like a coincidence. Originally, sensations that appeared for a short moment were usually difficult to bring back.

This was the reason why martial artists from prestigious schools often immersed themselves in meditation.

The island was different.

‘With the image of lightning striking the clear sky… … .’

It remembers all the flow of energy and movements of the minute muscles that pass through the entire body and uses them as prehistoric food.

He even recalled the feeling of being free from control in an instant. It was impossible for him to lose the insight that had once come to him.

The fourth section of the Geomryeoseomneungsik has been completely completed.

Combat capabilities are diversified. Jeongyeonshin has taken a step further toward becoming a complete unmanned machine.

“… … .”

In the meantime, all around was quiet. The movements of those who were fighting or watching around each other stopped.

This is because the miserable appearance of Magwangikju and the gap in his inaction gave rise to implicit expectations.

He thought he would be defeated and killed by the best swordsman in Shaanxi. Even Wei Geuk-sang himself had the same thought and was boldly using his hand when he was hit by Gu Myeong-jeol-cho’s counterattack. It was a swordsmanship that no one had expected.

The only ones who were gossiping were the masters of Ma Gwang-ik. Those who were approaching through the encirclement, and those who were wary of the surroundings.

“… … Did you see it?”

“Are you talking about Daejoo’s body?”

“I’m talking about the inspection. I can’t believe it… but anyway, I feel relieved.”

“You bastard, take out the golden elixir!”

In the middle of it all, Seomseo Jeilma was staggering, clutching his chest. The blood pouring out of the gaps in his hands was enormous.

At first glance, it was a detailed account that was no less than that of Jeong Yeon-shin. It was Jailjindae, who acted as the king of Yeolyeong Seomseo Branch.

“How could that be… … .”

“The great man… … !”

Dozens of female warriors could no longer stop Ma Gwang-ik.

At the end of the life and death battle, the leader of the Hwasan faction suddenly appeared and stood alone on one side, causing them to lose their will to fight.

She was staring blankly at Ma Gwang-ik-ju with her chin slightly raised, as white as a white plum blossom.

The sight of her standing on the edge of a tall bush and her pink robe hanging down gives off a feeling of being out of place.

It was a prayer that contained the transcendence of a peerless master and the mysterious reverence of the portrait.

“Hwasan Jangmun-in… Are you chasing Gwangye-chae and Ma Gwang-ik?”

“It seems we were caught when we appeared to investigate the new Sapa… … .”

“This won’t do. It’s over. We need to find an opening and let at least a few escape.”

The Holy Swordsman Yul Hajin is considered an overwhelmingly important figure in the Shaanxi Sapa. To them, his beauty and appearance are like a portrait of King Yeomra.

He is the absolute ruler of Shaanxi, which even includes Xi’an. In the nearby martial arts world, there was no one to share the sword with except the Sword Lord.

Unrivaled.

The battle lines surrounding Magwangikju and Shaanxi Jeilma collapsed in vain.

“Daeju! Daeju!”

“That’s it! Mission accomplished! The Great Lord has won!”

The Ma Gwang-ik masters were trying to push towards their leader. Until then, Jeong Yeon-shin and Wi Geuk-sang were still glaring at each other.

With his upper body dyed red, he held the sword with an unsteady balance, unable to easily control his body.

The exhalation coming from Jeongyeonshin’s mouth intermittently stopped.

The hem of the black silk robe draped over the bright red bandages on her upper body swayed constantly along with the movement of her chest.

“… … .”

Life and death depend on a single trajectory.

The concentration of the masters who were absorbed in their swords was terrifying. It seemed like they didn’t even notice the presence of the Hwasan Jangmunin.

at that time.

Cough!

Wi Geuk-sang vomited blood. Black blood flowed down his chin. The masters of Ma Gwang-ik stopped.

It was not a common sight. It usually takes a certain amount of time for blood to turn black.

Just because I was hit by the Second Hand method doesn’t mean I’ll spit out dead blood right away. I had to see it as the aftereffect of the opposing true energy.

The first horse of Shaanxi twisted its mouth with difficulty.

“Martial arts and competition… … You were born with two talents. It was a mistake from heaven.”

He fully invested his magical power into a fleeting sword strike. This means that he wasn’t only focused on the sword. He had the ability to turn a single effective strike into a fatal wound.

Wi Geuk-sang thought. The moment he learned the art of magic, was it possible that the person he was ultimately chosen to be was the current Magwangikju?

He laughed and grinned.

“The status of a martial artist who dies in defeat is determined by his opponent. You are more noble than the famous people due to your status, age, and military service. The world will laugh at you, but I sincerely hope you don’t die young in martial arts. I sincerely wish you well.”

“… There is a very true line in your will. Yes, heaven made a mistake.”

Ma Gwang-ik answered slowly.

At the same time, the smile on Wigeuksang’s face deepened.

“I can see the charm of Sima Weido in you.”

He said.

“You arrogant nobleman of the Imperial Palace. Your nature is suited to the path of hegemony.”

Jeongyeonshin did not answer.

Without saying a word, he raised his right hand, which was holding the Bukmyeong sword, diagonally and struck.

Swaaaak!

The first horse of Shaanxi did not close his eyes until the sword of the Magwangikju filled his pupils with white.

I stared straight at the trajectory that stretched out without hesitation. In an instant, a white sword light appeared under the chin of the Supreme Leader.

‘Now.’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt it clearly with her outstretched hand. The neck was completely cut off. The feeling of the remaining self-defense weapon being brutally torn off was vivid.

Bam.

The bastard’s head fell between the blades of grass.

There was a moment of silence. The warriors of Yeo-ryeong still had not moved.

Saaaaa―

The dry winter wind sweeps the shattered bushes away.

As the cold air began to settle over the ruins left by the masters’ attacks, the body of the master of magic fell down dully onto the frozen dirt floor.

thud.

That was the starting point.

The masters of Ma Gwang-ik were now finally able to examine Jeong Yeon-shin. The wind from Bo-shin-gyeong pushed away the dust from all directions.

“We shouldn’t be causing trouble for no reason!”

“How many do you see? I’ve decided to be especially careful with my mouth from now on.”

“Can you move? Lift me here.”

Hands covered in calluses repeatedly hesitate to touch the master.

The wounds were so severe that it made you wonder how someone swung a sword, and even Jeongyeonshin’s abs were exposed. The skin that could be seen between the bandages must have been red. No one dared to touch it.

“My lord, I am sorry. I have truly… done something regrettable.”

Even the archery master of the famous clan, Sa-wol-gung-gwi Wi-ye-ryeong, who always seemed calm, put both hands together and bowed in apology.

“What a fuss.”

Jeong Yeon-shin shook her head slightly and warded them off with a small gesture.

I had to go to Hye-ah. Aside from ordering my colleagues to search for her, I wanted to see her for myself. I heard from Baek Mi-ryeo, who had tortured Gwi Baek-shin-geom, that she was here. She must be locked up somewhere.

I took my feet off slowly.

“Yeonshin-ah! Yeonshin-ah!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out from afar. It was the voice of my close friend, Hwasanpa Yoo Hyeon, who was always getting beaten up by someone every time they met.

‘Hwasando was also a major sect in Seomse. He was quite famous for his Gwangyechae, so he must have followed me after checking out the guest house.’

It was a time when joy filled the eyes that had fallen weakly.

“Can Bindo say hello now? I’ve been watching you for quite some time.”

A clear and bright voice came from right next to me. It was a scary nerve.

The moment I turned my head, a white, high nose came into view. The absolute energy within that body was close enough to be felt in my ears.

“Your sword is truly fearsome.”

She spoke in a flat tone, slowly meeting Ma Gwang-ik’s gaze.

“The dark incense burner, the sound of the yulha bell.”

“It would be best for the Sword God of Volcano to keep his distance… …!”

Cheongmyeong and Baekmirye approached quickly, speaking as if they were brainwashed. Their faces showed a look of defeat. It was difficult for even the Ip Hwangseong military force to respond immediately to the approach of a peerless master.

Moreover, the Tang dynasty’s most famous person, Zhang Wenwen, was an absolute being who was of the same rank as the famous people as a Han person. It was said that he achieved the extreme of Zixin Gong at an early age and never aged.

Only then did Jeong Yeon-shin truly recognize Yul Ha-nan-rang.

“Thank you for your help.”

He spoke in halting voices due to unsteady breathing.

Yulhanangrang smiled vaguely. Various temperaments were revealed from the corners of her lips that were turned up. It was a smile that could be felt in the pleasant mountain air, but also in the ruggedness of Seoraksan Mountain.

“Bindo didn’t do anything. I just got curious.”

“Please speak.”

“The sword spirit of Simmu-ryeon was watching you. Before Bindo chased him away, the direction of his gaze was very clear. A very sad feeling flowed into Bindo’s upper chamber… … .”

She asked with a smiling face.

“What is the relationship like?”

“I don’t know either.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Also… I don’t think it’s something I should tell the Great Lord of Ip Hwang Seong, the Great Lord of Hwasan.”

“… … .”

The heavy silence that arose for a moment was the lot of those around them.

The rank of the old school chieftain was comparable to that of the purple one in the world. He was the absolute ruler of the martial arts world.

If it weren’t for her body being battered, the aftereffects of the painkillers, and her concern for her nephew, Jeong Yeon-shin’s words and actions would have been a little more polite.

However, the volcano’s top leader showed no sign of anger.

She just laughed.

“It’s not easy to see the descendants of Sima Oedo. I don’t know what kind of tricks they’ll use in the future, so I want to check up on Bindo in advance to see if he’s not being dishonest. It’s time to get involved. It’s not easy to trust you completely from the perspective of the martial arts world. Ip Hwang-seong says he’s looking after the people’s livelihood, but in the martial arts world, isn’t it a barrier between the political and the private?”

“I have a long way to go.”

“Please excuse the volcano’s long stance.”

She said, waving her hand slightly. A soft feeling of sunset spread through her somewhat playful gesture. The omen of the water’s rise fell into silence around her. No one in this place could stop her.

at that time.

There were gasps of relief everywhere.

Ma Gwang-ik grabbed her hand.

“You told me the time.”

He aroused energy in the palm of his hand. Although the flow of his internal energy was clear, Yulhanangrang just watched him quietly.

It was an attitude that didn’t matter even if the water came from a nearby location. However, Jeong Yeon-shin only held the Neungbeop Gwangryun in her hand.

Woof.

“The junior must find his blood relatives.”

It was the power of the law. The most auspicious Tao in the world, no less than the power of the Three Pure Ones, had touched the hands of the Hwasan Jangmunin.

At the same time, white-tinged waves of air swayed in all directions like a visible wind.

“I hope you wash with this.”

Jeong Yeon-shin suddenly let go of her hand and trudged past her.