Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 330

Grandson (3)

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A master’s first move reveals a lot, even if it’s just one move.

The direction of the stroke, the shape of the muscles in the arms and legs, the depth of the internal breathing, and the nature of the energy are all clues.

If you have some knowledge of martial arts, you can immediately tell if your opponent is a sharp swordsman or a skilled swordsman. If you have trained your eye technique, it will be even easier to see through them.

Tax experts are different.

He brings about a change similar to that of a swordsman with a quick sword. The peerless martial artist who can destroy mountains with a single move cannot help but be skilled in soft and gentle surroundings.

That’s why I need to let go of the backlash I’ve inflicted on my body.

The opening technique of Jugwangsingae, which is said to be the fastest in the world, is said to produce the power of Jingtiandongji with just a few moves of each technique.

This means that it is difficult to know the season of fortune without looking deep into the palm of your hand.

The martial arts of the uninvited guest that Sim Mu-ryeon-ju had seen before were close to the skills he had accumulated over a lifetime.

The first step was to build up the power of the sword in layers. It was said to be similar to the ten-brocade brocade of the Mudangpa.

A martial artist whose second breath attack is several times more powerful than the first breath attack. I thought he was skilled in techniques such as the light wave stack.

No unmanned vehicle can exert such power through study that is not its own strength.

It is difficult for anyone other than an old veteran to have a deep knowledge of all the mysteries.

If even a single moment requires a chain reaction to generate power, I thought it would be possible to handle only the first blow with the sense of a peerless movie.

As far as the method used against me was concerned, it was quite reasonable.

The peerless self-defense weapon, the Hwihwangshin Gap, had ten layers.

The ancient law of the divine martial artist Wu Zhuang Hui Hwang (無張輝晃) swept through the air like a storm.

The body of the Simmu-ryeonju is a natural disaster in itself. It is the natural enemy of overlapping martial arts such as the Ten-Dan-geum. As the power of the karma builds up, it can crush all of them one by one.

The reason he gave his skin to the intruder who followed him right next to him while rushing towards Magwangikju was because of this.

Yeonhwa Natara wanted to break the kneecap of the emperor’s body.

However, perhaps it was because I had focused all my attention on the boy who had briefly revealed his inexplicable presence earlier.

I didn’t consider the possibility of a reversal, because it’s incredibly rare.

The uninvited guest’s ignorance was not a study worth ten thousand gold coins.

‘The pinnacle of martial arts… …!’

It was possible to load an incredible amount of energy into one single exercise. It was a study that did not take care of the body.

In an instant, a blue-tinged hand came in, completely crushing the self-defense technique and the high-level law. There was no time to let it slip away.

If I had faced the challenge head on, I wouldn’t have been so defeated.

Kugu Palace―

The powerful energy wave flowing from Simmu-ryeonju’s shoulder blades became blurred. This was after his arm was completely torn off along with his shoulder joint.

The sword shattered and the blood flow was destroyed. A huge amount of blood poured out, turning red.

Time seemed to slow down.

Jeong Yeon-sin and Murong Ga-ju, who had been clashing swords at the top of the peak, stepped back for a moment.

“That guy from the military… … ?”

Mo Yong-jung’s eyebrows rose. His face was filled with a very strange and surprising sight.

A slight confusion was reflected in the eyes that contained both the magic potion and the spirit of the mind. However, the silvery eyes filled with excitement and a sense of victory were also mixed together, making them look strange.

Jeong Yeon-shin gave a brief bow over Sim Mu-ryeon-ju’s shoulder, then calmly adjusted the grip of her sword.

It was a very welcome thing, but keeping the Seonghwi Grand Swordsman in check came first.

In the meantime.

The lips of the King and Queen of the Army trembled slightly.

Even the face that looked taciturn was not free from the backlash of having his limbs ripped apart. The expressionless face of a strong man was broken by another strong man.

He pondered briefly. Why did the interest overlap the volley in the first place? It was as if the blood of the corpses of the army had been forcibly suppressed as soon as they received a move.

“It’s messy.”

It was the aspect of Simulyeonism.

The hem of the gorgeous robe was fluttering long. It was a color without any special elegance. It was a rare pink robe in the world.

“The lowly swordsmen of the martial world.”

Damn it.

Ma Yeon-jeok stepped to the side. Immediately after, he roughly threw the arm he was holding onto the ground. A muscular arm, bone and all, was torn off and fell to the ground.

The blood that gushed out intermittently and powerfully could not reach the heavy evasion technique of the thief.

His long sword was clean and unleashed a torrent of powerful blows.

“Don’t be so arrogant and ridiculous.”

There was a tone of old contempt in his voice. It was an attitude that did not go along with the martial arts people. He had a more arrogant demeanor than any other martial arts aristocrat in the world.

“The leader of the Daebangpa? There is nothing special about it. They shake the foundation of the country while enjoying the civilization of the cities and villages. They threaten the livelihood of the people and do not even respond to tribute. They are scoundrels.”

“you are…….”

A colorless light formed in the eyes of Sim Mu-ryeon-ju Gunwi-hu. It looked like a flickering flame.

The unstable flow of internal energy was revealed in the eyes. It must have taken a considerable amount of mental strength just to maintain the Samhwachwijeong.

Mayeonjeok opened his mouth with an indifferent expression.

“You have contributed greatly to the northern front, so you can live like that.”

Anyone who listened to him was a peerless master. In other words, he was a martial arts madman.

A person who would rather reveal his religious beliefs and name and be beheaded with a single stroke of a sword.

Gunwi-hu’s eyes could not help but darken. He was filled with anger.

“The dark sword of Iphwangseong… Has there ever been a warrior as fierce as Seoknyeon?”

Even though the pain must have been extreme, his voice did not waver. It was almost like he was talking to himself. He also seemed to be trying to figure out something.

“You stupid bastard.”

The corners of Mayeonjeok’s mouth went up.

“There is no such person in the world of martial arts.”

“… … .”

Sim Mu-ryeon-ju kept her mouth shut.

The white fur coat that had been swaying behind him suddenly became quiet. The light in his eyes that had been shaking like a raging wave went out and his pitch-black eyes found their place.

The blood that was overflowing from my shoulder gradually stopped flowing, as if it had stopped flowing on its own thanks to my internal energy.

“I…….”

Sim Mu-ryeon-ju raised her left arm.

Just as the Shaolin monks clasped their hands together in prayer, Gunwi-hu also held the poker with only his left hand. His demeanor was restrained.

“I have been rude.”

“… … !”

The martial arts army, which was about to launch a light charge at the bottom of the slope, hesitated. For a brief moment, it was as if they were shaking.

Thirteen Heavenly Lords, King Muje, and Simmulyeonju.

All the nicknames that referred to the noble King Gunwi were rendered meaningless in this place.

Not only did he accept defeat, he even bowed his head. It was something close to a turning point in the world.

The words and actions of the man who tore off Yeonju’s arm continued to be groundbreaking.

“Just be quiet and raise your army.”

“… It will be so.”

Shim Mu-ryeon-ju answered briefly and slowly turned around.

An answer that seems to directly agree with the statement.

The acupuncture points of the martial artists who have cultivated their internal energy form a microcosm according to certain laws, just like all things in the universe.

If you are a true master, you have usually reached the level of the whole body’s circus, beyond the upper body’s circus.

In such a system of self-defense, the loss of one limb would inevitably lead to a great loss of strength.

Now.

Even if a strong person were to storm into Simmu-ryeon alone and charge at Yeonju, there would be little way to stop him. He would be in a situation where he had no choice but to protect himself.

It meant that the moment he once again offended the country, the newly-dressed Shinjin might have his head blown off.

Damn it.

Simmu-ryeonju went down the mountainside. He was accompanied by an unsteady flow of air. The sound of footsteps breaking through the silence echoed eerily.

The back of the peerless master who was leading the world was sinking downward like the sunset.

In the face of an unexpected natural disaster.

Like any other uninhabited person who dies with their backs against a tree in a forest without people.

It was a scene from the martial arts world of Gangho.

“… … .”

The mounted warriors waiting at the foot of the slope surrounded Sim Mu-ryeon-ju and his men. None of them looked up at Mayeon-jeok.

They simply hid their lord with the sound of the hooves of the horses they were leading. The thirteen thousand masters who had always acted as strong lowered their eyes with a noble appearance.

Right away.

They gradually grew distant, unable to handle the rough, invisible prince.

Only Gun Yu-rin’s steps slowed down slightly as she glanced at the one-armed Jeon Baek and Jeong Yeon-shin, who had strange expressions on their faces on one side of the group.

―You have been defeated both today and in the future.

The deep, deep hum of Simmu-ryeonju soon faded away.

Under the lukewarm yet bright sunlight, the voice seemed to be hiding itself in the gap between the ending winter and the approaching spring.

A refreshing, song-like voice rang out through the silence.

“Today, that person… will be a great swordsman, and in the future, it goes without saying, he will be our great lord. How can we compare the scoundrel Grand Duke of Simmu-ryeon and the princess who may or may not be here to Yeonhwa-na-ta! It will be a regrettable end. The hands of a warrior must be heavy.”

It flowed out from beyond the steep path, below the top of the mountain peak. Someone had clung to the steep cliff as a wall breaker.

As soon as the incident that would be talked about throughout the world passed by like a storm, he blurted out his feelings and then climbed up the wall with a startled expression.

It’s on the cliff side. It’s close to Jeongyeonshin and Moyonggaju.

The moment the hero’s mask on his forehead was revealed, Murong Zhonglu’s sword, which had been showing a serious expression, suddenly moved.

The sharp trajectory was clearly aimed at Heonwonchang.

Oh my god!

A beam of light flashed from the two swords, brightly sweeping the surrounding area. The ground shook as an invisible shock wave spread belatedly.

The sight of Murong Jia Zhu’s sword and Ma Guang Yi Zhu’s Bukmyeong Sword crossing from below. It was like an exchange of moves.

The two knots of the hero’s sword, which had been sticking out from below, fluttered wildly.

At first glance, he looked frightened, but his eyes were very calm. Mo Yong-jung glanced down at him and smiled faintly.

“You can only see this face in a well-organized sect. The disciples trust their leader.”

“… … .”

“Magwangikju. You’re following along quite well. It looks like that lotus flower can be turned on and off like a lantern, right?”

He asked as if he was really curious. While Mayeonjeok was confronting Simmuryunju, he temporarily suppressed the limited casting time of the final lightning. Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“Do the swordplay properly.”

It was a tone that bordered on coercion. It was not something one should say to the Palgaju as the head of the Ip Hwang Seong clan.

It was close to a challenge to the implicit hierarchy of the powerful. It also seemed like an intention to go beyond distribution and compare you and me through force.

The smile on Mo Yongga’s face deepened.

“This is incredible. It’s like a one-sided battle.”

As I spoke, there was a person who had crossed her arms in front of her while looking at her.

Anyone would be in that situation. Sim Mu-ryeon-ju had reached that point. It was a frustrating situation even for the absolute rulers of the powerful families like Palga-ju.

“Mo-yong Ah-hae, the old man will not intervene. Just focus on showing off your meager swordsmanship.”

Ma Yeon-jeok spoke nonchalantly. Mo Yong-jung seemed not to be listening.

“No way… No, how could it be with the Haphwa Shingong? No amount of divine power can do anything about the aftereffects of that attack… … .”

When he muttered alone.

On the other side, Heonwonchang climbed up the cliff with two men.

“I want to see this moment clearly and write a poem to spread it. It’s time for Ma Gwang-ik to look over Shin Geum-dae. How much time has our great lord put in… .”

“How dare someone who is on the verge of death brag so much. If you see any sign of becoming a burden, you should know how to give orders to the Confucius himself. Just stay out of the way.”

“No, was it because of Senior Daeseolgeom just now? It’s also a good thing to trust the Lord!”

The dark blue sleeves and neat white hem brushed the floor.

Tae-Yeom-Ryong and Shin So-Bin. The face of the Grand Duke Hwangbo Se-Ga shows an expression of belittling Heonwonchang, and the eyes of the successor of the Ip-Hwang-Shin-Ga show a look of criticism toward his senior.

The appearance of moving outside in case he might disturb Daejoo Jeongyeonshin.

“What do these people not know? Do they think that wearing a purple robe will immediately make them the master of the new sword? A reputation that can make the world of martial arts fear you is the first thing that comes first. What’s better than a song to spread rumors? A line of writing with a credible description is the power to grab attention.”

It was while Heonwonchang was talking that he silently walked behind Jeongyeonshin with the two people.

Hwaaaaak―!

All sorts of shadows rose from below. The sound of the waves was extremely sharp.

There were dozens of new creatures that leaped up from the cliff with extremely jerky agility.

Their appearances were all different.

There is a renowned scholar nearby, a merchant who leads the logistics of the large city of Taewon, a swordsman in shabby clothing who appears to be a disciple of a third-rate martial artist, and even a fortune teller who smells like food from an inn.

May 5th Gate.

Those who had been hiding their identities and scattered around the world have returned. They are clinging to the edge of cliffs in all directions, drawing attention to one place.

All of the icy murderous intent was directed at Murong Gaju. It must have been because he had seen the enemy of the four gates.

“Yeah, I forgot for a moment.”

Slurp.

Mo Yong-jung’s sword returned to Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand after riding the blade of the Bukmyeong sword. The great strength of the Yu Seong swordsman, who had swung his sword towards himself, opened his mouth.

“The last piece of the Cheonma Shingap is in your possession.”

Shouts of deafening screams erupted from various places on the walls stretching out to the left and right.

“You greedy seed!”

“How dare you! How dare you say such nonsense in front of us… …!”

“Wasn’t that day’s work enough? I’ll use my Donggwijin to cut off your neck!”

“Elders, beware! He is alone! Let us sharpen our swords!”

“There are people who can’t even withstand one stroke of the magic wand.”

He glanced at Jeongyeonshin and opened his mouth again. He thought that if he used the lightness technique properly, he could escape from Mayeonjeok. There might be a treasure trove among the secrets he got from Cheonmachong.

The confidence radiated from the fluttering hem of her elegant white clothes. Even as the body of the Magwangikju was completely enveloped in transparent lotus flowers with a whooooooooong sound.

“Now that I think about it, I remember. You, you. The child of Geumga.”

The peerless swordsman’s gaze turned over Jeong Yeon-shin’s shoulder. It was clearly fixed on Heonwonchang.

The hem of Heonwonchang’s shoulder twitched as he met Moyonggaju’s gaze. Anyone could see that it was an unintended reaction.

“The scholars of the main house have retreated. I told them to find traces of the Heavenly Demon’s Maeng by extracting all of your energy channels, but you were so absorbed in the energy of a handful of elixirs that you lost sight of them. I was about to punish you.”

Saaaaa―

A ray of light rose from the body of Seonghwi Daegeomgun Mo Yong-jung-rak.

Occasionally, a dark blue-tinged air current began to gradually surround his body. At first glance, it looked like the hem of a fairy’s robe made from a strange fog.

“Anyway, this body’s self-defense gimmick is almost complete.”

The moment he finished speaking.

Woof―!

The air in all directions was colorless and billowy.

It was a shock wave of mysterious spirituality, continuously extending from Murong Jiaju’s body.

In an instant, five or six of the salmon that had been clinging to the cliff fell straight down. They fainted with their eyes open.

While the Salmun side was extremely chaotic, the waves of aerodynamic energy that continued to surge forward split into two only in front of Jeongyeonshin’s body. It was as if the demonic forces were powerless in front of Tathagata.

The smoke from the road leading down added to this.

As soon as the overflowing wave reached that side, it shattered into pieces like foam. Only the pink sleeves of the shirts that were caught on both arms and billowing were visible.

“… … .”

Mo Yong-jung suddenly closed his mouth.