Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 322

Kyungcheon

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Taewon.

It’s a vast metropolis. It’s said that the headquarters of Salmon is hidden there.

Mo Yong-se and Sim Mu-ryeon want to plunder the legacy of Cheonma from them. They want something that they were unable to harvest during the Cheonmachong Rebellion that occurred over a dozen years ago.

It has nothing to do with Jeongyeonshin. As long as the people and their colleagues are not harmed, that’s fine.

It doesn’t matter what his enemies think of him, he’s an adult with not much time left to live.

‘There are about a hundred left.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought that her cultivation was very deep.

It was the same when Sim Mu-ryeon’s non-existent bloodline that treated him like a variable was somewhat irritating, and when the way Mo Yong Sogaju talked about the law of magic was very unpleasant.

Unlike monkeys who lose their herbivorous sophistication with a few provocations.

His appearance is cool. He shows his power at any time. It is truly a proof of a different level of mental cultivation.

Even if your body is somewhat tired at this moment, one pill of Myeongjeongdan will restore you to a state of complete recovery.

Click.

As soon as I opened the box, a refreshing smell rose up. It was the scent of incense burning in the temple.

It contained a single round white pill. It was the Shaolin secret medicine, Mingjeongdan.

It was famous for its efficacy being the best in the world. Having tried it once, Jeong Yeon-shin also agreed.

widely.

The Shaolin brown squirrel, the spirit that delivered the Mingjeongdan to Jeongyeonsin, stepped on his shoulder and dug into his arms.

Where is the master, Wonjeok Daesa? Any incident that goes wrong won’t even be able to tarnish the reputation of the Shaolin Four Great Diamonds.

“Chew it thoroughly.”

Heonwonchang came closer, lowering his sword, and spoke.

The two knots of the hero’s hair that flowed down the back of his head were constantly swaying. They had an irregular, fluttering appearance.

The reason is that the aerodynamic waves spreading out from the body are unusual. They are very different from usual.

‘The aerodynamics are much stronger than before.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

The density of the air waves brushing against the skin is extremely thick. The amount of energy accumulated by the Iphwangshinhyeop has more than doubled.

no.

At this point, it’s almost three times the estimate.

If you are in the martial arts of killing people that emphasizes a single sum, you can threaten anyone with your inner strength. In a duel of power, you would think you could even hold your own against Taeyeonryong.

Many questions arose.

What happened to Iphwangshinhyeop? What happened to Wonjeok Daesa?

But this is not a situation to ask questions.

Jeongyeonshin observed her body while putting the Myungjeongdan in her mouth.

It was truly instantaneous. The effects took effect as soon as I chewed and swallowed the pill.

It is a treasure that combines the secret arts of the famous clan and the medical arts of Shaolin Medicine King. It felt like a refreshing fragrance was rising from the acupuncture points all over my body.

The mysterious power took root throughout my body. It felt amazing to restore the elasticity of my blood vessels and tighten the veins all over my body.

The faces of Baek Mi-ryeo, Cheong-myeong, and Ma Gwang-ik, his seniors, come to mind. People who worry about Jeong Yeon-shin even when they go on individual missions due to the circumstances of Ip Hwang-seong, who is always short on manpower.

It’s done now. I can stop worrying.

“No! Don’t give me time!”

“All forces disperse! Stop the recovery of the Magwangikju!”

“Ignore anyone who uses a sword!”

Boom! Swish!

The masters of the Murong clan, who had been frozen by Sogaju’s death, grabbed their swords and leaped forward.

The aerodynamic waves that occurred here and there pushed the ground violently. They were elite swordsmen who could create a whirlwind themselves.

The difference between the martial arts army and the military is clearly revealed.

Even if they lose their commander, they make their own decisions. They are difficult to call the army. They are a martial arts clan that has been around for hundreds of years and are from a prestigious family.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t waver. She focused on spreading the medicinal effects inside her body as much as possible. She slowly moved her feet.

At that time, Ma Gwang-ik-ju was a master of the pupil. He didn’t need to sit cross-legged unless absolutely necessary. He could perform the Un-gi Yo-sang while walking toward his destination.

Damn it.

His new supply of self-defense weapons took the lead. With a body as slender and sleek as a water drop, he held a yellow sword with a particularly dark shading engraved on the blade.

“Daeju, there are Baekmyo and Yanggwibijaengi in the main group of the Salmun that those guys are targeting. Judging from their expressions, it seems that they have figured out the main group’s location.

“They were as quiet as if they had set a mousetrap, but as soon as the master arrived, they came out like a pack of dogs.”

It’s a bit strange to fight over treasures with a strong person like Daeju in a closed main temple―

A hint of laughter emerged from Heonwonchang’s voice as he continued talking.

Is it a happy situation to be the guardian of the Great Lord? Ever since he killed the Murong Sogaju, he has consistently shown refreshing words and actions.

“Would you like to join right away?”

He asked.

Jeongyeonshin did not answer verbally.

It was enough to hold one breath. Ip Hwang-shin-hyeop’s senses were so sensitive that they were comparable to those of Ma Gwang-ik.

A short question was heard from the back of Heonwonchang, who was raising his sword.

“It won’t take long. With the power of the Great Master’s internal energy.”

Something that doesn’t necessarily need to be said.

This is a unique way of speaking for the unmanned personnel carriers. They convey ambiguous meanings when carrying out their missions.

Jeongyeonshin understood immediately. It meant that there was no room to send a message, and if the fortune telling took a long time, it would be a difficult situation. It had to do with the rapid increase in air power.

‘You’re concentrating.’

The to-do list has been sorted out.

First, recover from serious internal injuries. After that, follow Heonwonchang’s guidance and arrive at the Salmun main corps.

It doesn’t matter what treasures there are in Salmon, because joining up with my comrades is the top priority.

It won’t take long.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Heon Won-chang also thought so.

And then I collided with the inspectors of the Moryong family who were closing in on me.

Swish!

There was no sound of metal clashing against metal. At that moment, the necks of the three swordsmen who were rushing at me from the front fell off.

It was accompanied by a silent backlash after the swordsmanship had passed.

It is a water gun. Avoid collision.

-I… …Are you by any chance a descendant of a famous Sega family?

There is no Heonwonchang who was surprised by the young Jeong Yeonshin’s quick swordsmanship during the Emperor’s reign. He opens the way by striking with an incredible quick sword.

The only noise was the sound of the hems of the clothes of the inspectors who were constantly rushing in from the surrounding area.

Swish! Boom!

Countless sword marks were carved into the air. Every time Heonwonchang swung his sword, at least two people fell.

The swordsmanship of the Great Swordsman Iphwang Daehyeop was reminiscent of a solar eclipse.

The assassin’s secret weapon was dissolved in the light. The assassin’s dark wave appeared in the cloudy white light.

The whitish current of the waves was used as an illusion. Beyond it, a cold, silent sword strike was spreading out.

Blood gushing.

The afterimage of a sword blowing off a head.

Even though he is using dark swordsmanship, his advance does not stop.

So it looked refreshing. The nobleman, escorted by the messenger of the hero, simply moved his legs slowly. He was in the midst of the encirclement that moved with them.

Precious one.

Men of letters peered out from the city’s alleyways without fear and gazed at the sight, as if it were a luxury item in the world of martial arts.

Swish!

A man’s neck is split open with a single sword amidst the violently flying rocks and dust.

A road made of headless corpses.

The scene that Heonwonchang draws with his Iphwanggeom is clearly beyond reason. It is a scene of a continuous battle between two parties within a net of encirclement.

He risked his life at every moment by the edge of his sword. That was the reason why few people could properly block the sword even when it was used in a direct confrontation.

They were originally a group of collateral branches raised by Murong Mingjun to solidify his right to the succession, so they could not be considered the elite of the Murong clan. However, they were not difficult to see as masters.

“You’re using a killing technique. Don’t approach rashly.”

“Brothers who have mastered the Meteor Sword, get out! You can’t use a steel sword! Masters of the Galaxy Sword first!”

They also used their heads. They completely understood the compatibility of martial arts.

Ta-da-dak.

The masters who had passed the examination were replaced in unison. No one reprimanded anyone who openly mentioned the name of the master of the household arts.

Now that the identity of the dead cow owner has been revealed to Magwangikju, it seems as if the answer is to kill the owner.

The swords of the dozen or so people who stood at the forefront of the encirclement were extremely thin. Even the width of the lightly hung sword blade was narrow. It was similar to a short sword. They seemed to be masters of the illusion sword or the quick sword.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s legs, which had been walking silently, stop. This is because she is worried about Heonwonchang’s safety.

However, Iphwangdaehyeop only shrugged his shoulders.

Then, he walked forward and raised his sword diagonally, and there was no sign of hesitation in the trajectory of his large arm.

Zzz!

It was the first sound of clashing swords. It was blocked by two crossed swords.

The two swordsmen of the Murong clan, wearing white uniforms, looked at Heonwonchang with dry eyes. They received the killing technique after a short time difference.

The targeted swordsman first brought his sword to Heonwonchang’s Iphwanggeom, and in order to withstand his sword power, another master supported him with his quick sword.

“You’re using a sword technique that has no basis.”

The swordsman on the left spoke. The corners of Heonwonchang’s mouth slightly went up.

“High praise.”

Isn’t that what they mean when they say that it’s a fight to the death? – Heonwonchang followed the tone of the bastard. The swordsmen he faced looked serious.

That was the end of it.

Suga-gak- Zeng!

A clash ensued between the escorts and the mob trying to kill them.

In the midst of the tangled swords, the heads of the two swordsmen were cut off first. Blood also began to spurt out from Heonwonchang’s body.

This fighting style was not suited to the Iphwangdaehyeop in the first place. The sword of Salsu was originally effective when making a surprise attack.

The swordsmanship of Heonwonchang that you see now was a skill that combined the throwing technique, Gwangyegyeol, and Salgeom that he had learned during his days as a swordsman. It was an exaggeration that could be said to be baseless.

“It’s just a minor wound!”

He shouted as if he was in a state of commotion. It was because Jeong Yeon-shin was hesitant to step aside and intervene.

It wasn’t just because he cared for Daeju, but in a situation where he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, the only option was to manifest Yeonhwanata.

Jeong Yeon-shin accepted the will of the Great Swordsman.

Damn it.

I walked without intervening and focused on recovery. This little bit of time felt like a very long time.

It was the same until we reached the outskirts of the city, in a wasteland that was as deep as a basin.

“You probably haven’t figured out the entrance’s formation yet! I can probably tell just by looking at the sounds of those guys scurrying around!”

Heonwonchang shouted in a slightly hoarse voice. The forest of swords made up of people was rushing towards the two people and then splitting apart.

Reached the destination.

It was a basin surrounded by cliffs, beneath the precipice of the wasteland.

Hooooo―

A very dry, dusty wind blew past them. It sounded like the howling of a ghost.

“It was said to be the aftermath of a fight that occurred when the heavens opened.”

Heonwonchang swallowed hard and said. It seemed a bit awkward to pretend to be normal, but the enemies who had surrounded the two and descended to the cliff did not seem to see it that way.

Swordsmen of the Moryong family.

The prayers they wore, covering their entire bodies with masks of plain patterns, were all solemn.

The number of people has decreased significantly. There were about forty.

at that time.

Sabak.

A figure wearing a mask of the Demon King with ox horns engraved on it walked out, breaking through the encirclement. His surprisingly light footsteps were evidence of his mastery of the mind.

“You are right.”

The masked swordsman spoke in a middle-aged voice.

The hem of the white robe was left hanging down to the leather shoes.

An invisible black aura flowed out from a giant body that was over six feet tall, slashing at the ground. Anyone could tell that he was a master of the highest level.

“I found the entrance. Isn’t it over there?”

He pointed to one side of the cliff, a hollow beyond the siege line.

Ten men and women of literary appearance were looking around the area.

His demeanor seemed to ignore Jeongyeonshin and Heonwonchang. He seemed to be searching for the axis of the formation blocking the entrance.

“Your faces haven’t changed much. They’re the ones who used to stick needles into my body and tear my veins when I was young.”

Heonwonchang ground his teeth. In an instant, Jeongyeonshin’s transparent gaze swept over them.

The Demon King Swordsman lowered his hand.

Sarak.

His pure white sleeves brushed his waist.

Even the smallest gestures were elegant. It was reminiscent of the dignity of a martial arts magnate who had lived in a prestigious family for decades.

The black sword tied to the white belt also looked very precious. Because he was wearing a mask, he seemed a bit mysterious.

As soon as he stepped forward with light steps, the Moyong family’s masters lost their dignified posture and cowered. It was obvious what position they held in the noble family.

He didn’t seem to care about the dead family elders.

“You can say your name here. Before we split the sword, let’s say your full name. This body… … .”

“Dae-rye-geom Mo-yong-gi-hwang!”

Heonwonchang showed his teeth and shouted.

“This fu*king bastard has finally come out!”

“… … .”

The swordsman said no more about the Uma King mask.

The ceremonial sword of the Mo Yong Se family.

He is a figure that few people in the world of martial arts do not know. He is said to be the second best swordsman after the head of the family.

The fame he built with just one sword spread throughout the world. He was known as the King of Hell in the harsh land of Liaoning.

“You must have taken Shaolin’s internal medicine. I was curious about the truth of your rumors.”

Murong Qihuang gestured over Heonwonchang’s shoulder.

“I will come out.”

The direction of the notice was clear. It was directed at the stupid Ma Gwang-ik-ju.

A phrase that foretells a rare clash in the world.

The crowd held their breath. Even the wind that had been blowing transparently stopped at that moment.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“Brother Heonwon.”

“Speak. If you want, I can do it… … .”

Heonwonchang said, waving his blood-soaked sleeves.

However, his heroic back had already fallen down without any strength. It seemed like the time for the technique that had increased his power had ended. It seemed to be a technique similar to the ultimate lightning.

“I feel a similar presence to Heonwon hyung around me.”

“How shameful. You are a bunch of old fools trying to do something to the Great Lord. The few elders who care about their disciples must have gone to the main temple long ago. Or they are letting their disciples escape somewhere else… … .”

Heonwonchang’s words could not be continued.

Ssang―!

Suddenly, Murong Qi Huang drew his sword.

“Magwangikju. When the fight is over, I will show you my face. Shouldn’t you know what your enemy looks like?”

After the inappropriate nagging sounded.

An incredibly thick sword light flashed from the tip of his finger. At the same time, a white sword strike blasted out, completely tangible, and struck the air.

The sound of the air being torn apart in an instant is unbelievable. The sword of the waves crashing in, drawing a huge line like the mast of a sailing ship.

At the same time, five old men wearing black robes jumped down from a high cliff. All of their swords were aimed at Jeongyeonshin’s head.

Was it retaliation for the counterattack he had launched against an old woman in front of the city gate? As soon as Murong Qi Huang launched his devastating attack, he glided down from above as if he had been waiting.

A split second.

The only people on the peaceful side were men and women observing the battle formation from across the way.

Jeongyeonshin closed her eyes.

I recalled a line from the timeline before them.

The upper part of his head was incandescent. The rays of light that arose from the Baihui point quickly formed a single shape, and soon took the form of a fan, overlapping with the image of the Bukmyeong sword hanging from his waist.

A cool texture appeared in Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind.

Sword.

‘good.’

I was thinking to myself.

At the same time, a single line of swords raced in a straight line through my head.

It didn’t stop at imagination. As soon as I opened my eyes to the loud cracking sound coming from my waist, space split horizontally.

A pale line soared past the necks of the swordsman Jingpa and Murong Qihuang who were slashing at him in front of his eyes, and in an instant, it drew a circle like a ray of light before plunging into Jeong Yeonshin’s scabbard with a bang!

Boom! Kookoo Kook!

Sixteen headless corpses collapsed and fell. Blood gushed from the severed necks of Murong Qi Huang, the old assassins, and the martial arts scholars who had been focusing on the formation.

“… … .”

The masters of the Murong clan who had formed a siege net froze like ice.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin’s footsteps passed the head of the Uma King wearing a mask. As if she had no interest in your bare face.