Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 268

Master of martial arts (5)

“flaw…….”

The disciple of the previous leader of the Sword Masters couldn’t move. He just let out a sigh.

He stretched out his arm, which was being stepped on by Magwangikju, as if it were a support. He did not shake off Jeongyeonshin, who had become weaker than ever.

Even though the prayer retreat method properly examined the physical condition of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju, it was the same.

Clearly, Jeongyeonshin’s energy was very cloudy and unstable.

Internal injuries that were close to possession of a coin, and external injuries that left the upper body covered in blood. It’s true that he has fought against strong, high-level masters in succession.

How can he easily handle the prayer break that came up like taking a walk with his master? The disciple who was the last of the disciples of the Sword Master was a master who could even naturally unfold a portrait.

At the feet of the prayer retreat, the grass was still raising its head. It was a strange thing.

“Stay still.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke while standing with both feet together.

The second teaching of the Ip Hwang Seong Ju. The Heo Cho she taught disperses the opponent’s spirit.

Jeong Yeon-shin aligned her energy wave with the energy wave of the prayer retreat.

I was thinking about the Peking Opera troupe that came to my hometown of Xinya County one day. I suddenly thought of it when I met Paegeomjongju.

I once followed the local children who were bullying me, and from a distance I saw a moving doll tied to several strands of string.

It was a Norigae opera. I was so absorbed in watching it.

‘There was a mistake inside me too.’

The martial arts of a martial artist are in contact with his life.

Jeongyeon Shin made fun of the waves of prayer that came out during the prayer holiday with the image of her childhood.

He moved the waves of the light wheel, which had become extremely weak, as delicately as a thread, and took away the sense of internal energy.

The sense of a master is connected to the five senses. The deeper one’s study of the mind method, the faster one reacts to a blow from behind.

It means that when the senses are disturbed, even the senses become confused. This was the secret of Simgeom Heocho.

“A heart sword… … ?”

The leisurely appearance of the prayer retreat has been tinged with despair. There are two reasons why it is not possible to respond properly.

The intuition that other joints might move the moment he tries to put his arm away, the insight that his head might get smashed by the weak technique of the Magic Wand.

When you become a major lord under the Shingeomdan, you are expected to have all sorts of countermeasures.

Jeongyeon Shin suppressed the danger with a stance befitting the black color of the imperial palace. It was the posture of a master.

While the spirit of prayer was scattered haphazardly, I watched the fight between the Hwasan Jangmun-in and the Paegeomjongju.

The swords surrounding them were entangled in hundreds of lines.

It looked like a skein of stormy weather. A fearsome murderous spirit swayed in the life-or-death battle that was to determine the best in Shaanxi.

Damn it!

The sunlight reflects off the sword trajectories of the two peerless masters.

They were quick-firing lines with explosiveness following far behind.

Even a single strike of the sword could detonate a shockwave stronger than the circular strike, and it was difficult to keep up with the strike even with the eyes that had activated the Shicheonbeop.

I could barely keep up with the familiarity of Yulhanangrang’s movements. The essence of the Extermination Sima Chronicle flowed out from the sword that seemed to be swaying like a flower branch.

‘I’m pushing.’

The masters lived in a different time. Hundreds of points passed by in an instant.

It was a very subtle difference, but it seemed like Yulhanangrang’s sword reached its peak a little earlier.

I wonder if it helped a little. It seems that the swordsmanship of the swordsman written in the Chronicles of the Extinct Swordsman is reflected in the swordsmanship of the current swordsman.

Originally, it was fortunate that dozens of martial arts branches could emerge from a single sect.

“You… don’t know the lord… … .”

The voice of prayer rang out from the balchi. Jeong Yeon-shin did not lower her gaze.

“Island. A peerless talent like you could never know… … .”

That was when.

Suddenly, the swordsmanship of the Sword Master changed. Dozens of colorless, blazing swords rose up, and in an instant, they merged into a sword body.

It seemed as if the sword had been completed on a completely different level.

Hwaaaaak―!

An enormous pressure pressed down on my skin.

At that moment, Gido-hu’s body also moved. He thrust out his other hand as if he was determined to kill her.

At that time, Jeong Yeon-shin was already concentrating the light wheel on her right foot.

I briefly endured the pain that felt like a knife cutting through my blood vessels, and then I unleashed my energy at the Yongcheon point on the sole of my foot.

Kwajik!

I felt a very hard sensation on the front of my feet. It felt like I was being crushed and broken.

The moment she landed after blowing off Gido-hu’s head, Jeong Yeon-shin saw Yul Ha-nan-rang falling backwards.

Blood was gushing out. His abdomen seemed to have been split diagonally. The eyes of the sword master who had thrown down his greatsword flashed with light.

Kwaaaa …

A terrifying aura swayed around him. It was the power of the Absolute.

Beyond Yulhanangrang’s shoulders, the gaze is directed towards Jeongyeonshin, encroaching upon the space.

The undisputed best in Shaanxi.

Our eyes met.

The black eyes of the Sword Master did not waver even after losing his disciple. It was a calmness that bordered on madness.

“I heard that you can easily learn the Dokmun martial arts.”

He spoke in a thick voice.

“I can’t do that, so I’m making one with difficulty. It’s a three-fold destruction. Just now it was a one-fold eclipse.”

“… … .”

“I didn’t kill him. The only one in Shaanxi who could beat me was Seonghwa.”

Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer. She held Yulhanangrang in her arms and focused on tapping the acupoints on her abdomen to stop the bleeding.

And yet, he kept the Sword Master in his sight. Blue lightning was striking in the eyes of the Sword Master.

The sword master, who had been staring at him blankly, opened his mouth.

“My dear, you and I have given each other a lot.”

Damn it.

The bastard turned around.

“Don’t wait for the day you become a divine sword.”

* * *

Many people came back to life from the place where the Lord of Yeo-ryeong died. The masters of the Thirteen Heavenly Kingdoms of Shaanxi, the disciples of the King of Water, and the warriors of the Baekdo Sect that were on the outskirts at the time…

Not many people would admit that the millennium water dropwort had two roots.

The majority did not follow Magwangikju and climbed Chilnyeo Peak or descended as is.

The masters present at the time were silent about their own gains, and only the spectacle that Ma Gwang-ik showed at the time was shocking and was passed down from mouth to mouth. It was straight down the mountainside.

―The little master of Yeo-ryeong has been robbed of the Millennium Hasuo!

Winged spirits and a few herons flew through the sky. Their wings brushed the bare branches and headed down the wide slope.

The moment the Blood Flame Cult’s Blood Flame Spirits disappeared, the mountainside that stretched out like the horizon was filled with people.

Rumors about the Iphwangseong Magwangikju spread.

It was inevitable.

Those who were unable to enter due to the bloodthirsty disease climbed the mountain.

The light gallop of the ronin, the masters of the famous families, and the people of the upper class with their escorts left countless footprints on the snow.

The sound of the bushes being trampled was also loud. He stepped over the corpses with clear bite marks on their necks, and even ignored the piles of corpses of bloodthirsty demons whose causes of death were difficult to guess.

Those who originally wandered around Taebaeksan. Those who have newly entered.

The majority found one person and searched for him again.

A large line of herbalists who had mastered martial arts was moving towards a certain point on the mountain ridge. A net of heaven and earth was formed naturally.

The center of it.

“Jang Moon-in, you must not lose consciousness.”

A soft voice flowed out along with white breath.

Sabak.

Jeongyeonshin passed the trees covered in snow while carrying Yulhanangrang on her back.

The collar was swept long. With an unusually vivid feel.

My steps were heavy. The air was not as wide as it used to be.

From the Gwibaeksin Sword and the First Horse of Shaanxi to the Thirteen Heavenly Combination of Taebaeksan and the super masters, the accumulated internal and external injuries seemed to be cutting down even the body made of Jeonggadonggong.

Even the Neungbeop Gwangryungi did not move as he wished, it just moved around the blood vessels of his body like a faint haze.

Those annoying people were also a problem.

“The demons were annihilated. A woman covered in blood staggered away.”

“There are those who speculate that it was due to internal strife. They say that those who observed from afar through the Anbeop said so.”

“Author, you must be the Holy Swordsman! This is a golden opportunity… …!”

“The female spirit’s lord and the guardian deity are dead, and the king was found dead. The Suwangmun bastards have lost their lord… … .”

“It’s so exhausting. No, it’s a miracle that I’m even standing. How did I defeat them? It’s truly amazing.”

“Look at that gait. Can you feel the strength?”

A huge siege was coming down along with Jeongyeonshin. Some people were whispering, while others were openly not raising their voices.

After the bloody ridge was released, the mountain ridge was wide open.

At first, they gathered one by one, hiding, but by the time the sound of the whistle-shaped arrows and the flapping wings of the spirits became loud, hundreds of people were surrounding Jeongyeonshin.

A weakened Magwangikju was a tempting prey to some worms.

He is carrying the eldest son of the Hwasan faction while holding the Thousand-Year-Old Water. He is close to a spiritual being that will grant both fame and fortune.

The conduct of those who were well-versed in worldly affairs was not much different.

It was a world where it was common for martial artists to hold a grudge against the royal sword. Where else would they find the head of the Black Lord? It was worth putting the revenge of the Imperial Palace on the back burner.

There was a pack of lynxes.

All kinds of weapons were creaking.

The sound of footsteps in the snow was also different. Careless, secretive, anxious to run away, and sharp like a refined knife, they came down in an incredibly large circle.

It looked like Jeongyeonshin was locked in the center.

He occasionally picked up the yulhanangrang and walked silently.

Saaaaa―

A sudden winter wind blew and pushed the hair off the back of my neck. My breath flowed down my jawline and behind me.

At the same time, a faint breath was felt on the back of my neck. It was the characteristic sweet smell of someone with a serious injury.

“Magwang, Ikju…”

It was Yulhanangrang on her back. Jeongyeonshin calmly opened her lips.

“Long story.”

“Leave it.”

“The Sima Wei Dao is spread all over the place. There are many people who are not in their right mind, so they will definitely be harmed. It would be the same even if we left Hasuo here.”

“Your character and… your qualities are a waste. You shouldn’t be a commoner in a place like this. Can’t you take away your body?”

I could sense the stubbornness in the voice that was breaking up.

The words and actions that caused the opponent to give up were similar to those of my maternal grandfather, as it seemed that the best people in the world were usually very assertive.

At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju had vowed in the past that he would not become like his grandfather.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin let out a breath and her whole body felt tense. Suddenly, she felt an invisible current of air flowing under the brown pine needles that brushed her face.

It was a hidden wave in the air flow. The murderous aura surrounding the surroundings was gradually growing thicker.

“If I leave first, I’ll die, right?”

“Even if you look like that, you’re still a demon. I can kill the likes of you in one move and still have more left.”

“Shall I try it? Just wait a little longer.”

“If you’re going to do that, you have to stop Hasan first. Those guys who call themselves Baekdo Jeongjong don’t know shame. They often have the attitude of giving a spoon to the royal family’s swordsman who has done a good job.”

“You have to strike before the author’s exploits become widely known? Yeah… that’s true. How many of Sima Weidao’s best masters have been killed… …”

It was a conversation between noblemen wearing smooth military uniforms with fur coats added on top.

I heard it from above. They were men following Jeongyeonshin, wearing ghost masks and walking on tree branches like immortals. They called each other Geumhyeop (金俠) and Geumgwon (金拳).

It seemed like the leaders of the target group were using aliases.

The attire of the dozen or so escort warriors following behind also exuded guilt.

“All sorts of people are coming. They are all different types of people, from the average person to the experts.”

“There are about two hundred and fifty of them now. It’s getting harder and harder to count.”

“I’m getting nervous. That’s my achievement. If I could take something worth a thousand years, I could beat my sister in the succession race.”

“It seems like all the lawbreakers in Shaanxi have gathered around one boy.”

“Golden Boy, do you think that guy looks like a boy to you?”

“hmm?”

“Don’t be so careful. That guy has black eyes and yellow lips. You shouldn’t think of him as a human.”

“Ah, now that I hear it, it’s hard to deny.”

“We’re going last. Let’s aim for the fisherman’s profit. Those ignorant bastards will knock out Magwangikju.”

It was when the smooth jaw of Geumhyeop, who had been talking about fishermen’s geography, stopped moving.

Swish!

As Jeong Yeon-shin was walking down the steep slope, one of her shoulders suddenly fell backwards.

Blood spurted out like a blade. He gritted his teeth against the new, rushing pain.

“… … !”

In that moment, all the warriors who had formed the Cheonrajimang all shut their mouths.

A silence of enlightenment sweeps through the surroundings like a whirlpool. The details of the Magwangikju are truly significant.

One of the swordsmen in front raised his sword and raised the corners of his mouth.

It was a face that said he couldn’t believe it himself.

“Have you seen… …? The Great Lord of the Heavenly Empire, the sword wind of this body, ugh…!”

At that moment, the snowball that Jeongyeonshin kicked shattered the bastard’s eyeball.

It exploded with a small amount of light and a loud thud, but the dull sound did not seem to inspire anyone.

Jeongyeonshin’s eyes narrowed.

‘My counterattack was clearly visible to those guys. Allowing them to hit me was also a problem.’

The heat that filled the sky grew thicker and thicker. It was the same even after the swordsman’s body fell backwards.

The lynxes had fully noticed the tiger’s condition. A new group of unmanned beings swarmed below.

“Really! There it is!”

“Hasuo! The thousand-year-old Hasuo is in his arms!”

“What is the woman carrying? Is it the Hwasanpa’s robe? Her status…?”

“Why is the status of Malkodosa an issue when I came here to see the Magwangikju? If I can take the heads of those two, I can jump into the Thirteen Heavens!”

The siege net was endlessly expanded. The thick wall of unmanned soldiers radiated strong waves.

The speculation and murderous spirit that swept in with the aerodynamic wave was so real that it tore at the hem of Magwangikju’s clothes like a real wind.

“Geumhyeop, when will you come?”

“Let’s wait a little longer. It’s going to explode soon.”

The conversations flowing out from all over were filled with leisure and excitement.

Those who had gained momentum regardless of the direction and height began to control the surrounding area, rather than the Magwangikju.

It was a raw powerhouse.

Jeong Yeon-shin carried the long-legged man on her back and walked silently.

She said.

“Even though the frequency is going down… … .”

“The long-suffering man is not the lord.”

He answered briefly, preparing for the onslaught that would come at any moment. He lowered his head slightly and clearly aroused his sense of close range.

Sabak, sabak.

He should not have kicked out the person who had given and received favors. This was a matter unrelated to Yulhanangrang’s status.

I learned the value of kindness in the land where my mother settled. It was something I had to protect.

It is the collaboration of Magwangikju. At this moment, the white footprints became darker and darker.

It was just after I took about seventeen more steps.

‘hmm?’

Jeongyeonshin suddenly raised her head. It was because the surroundings had suddenly become quiet.

A chillier silence than the winter wind hung around the area. Those who had been chattering and noisily stood rigid, each one silent.

Suddenly, the sound of pine needles rolling across the snow was clear.

It was only after he looked around that he realized why.

“… … .”

Twenty men surrounded the three hundred men of Cheonrajimang.

A black-haired beauty standing upright with a sword stuck in her ankle, a nobleman chewing on a bright red poppy and frowning, a young man with a heroic face sifting through the crowd with an indignant expression, and even a noblewoman holding a bow while standing upside down on a tree branch.

Each had a different attitude.

The hem of her clothes, which looked like they had been taken out of the sky, were fluttering in the wind.

All the long robes were dazzlingly blue, but the roughness engraved on their shoulders stood out silently.

The young man of Youngwoonggun opened his mouth.

“There’s not much to say. You’d better get down quickly.”

“no.”

It sounded from far above.

It was a tree branch above the heads of the noblemen wearing ghost masks. A one-eyed young man wearing a hood shook his head at the sword.

It was while stroking the sword. There was no expression on his refreshing appearance.

“Kill them all.”

Kwajik!

Just below, a black sword was embedded in the abdomen of a stiff ronin.

It was the sword of Baek Mi-ryeo, who had unusually thick black hair. It was surrounded by black, stylized magic.

“Daeju, let’s go back now.”

White veins appeared on the back of her hand, holding the sword. It was right after she had spoken briefly.

Suddenly, he twisted his waist and cut the upper body of the ronin upwards. With a snap, a large amount of blood gushed out along with the sound of his ribs splitting apart.

It was a move that stopped time.