Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 331

Grandson (4)

The waves of energy from the Heavenly Horse Armor instantly subsided. This was because the Murong family leader noticed Josun’s strange behavior and immediately took him in.

In particular, he seemed to have taken Jeong Yeon-shin’s transparent gaze with a certain uneasiness.

“… … .”

Many eyes are looking at the empty space at the top that is close to the wasteland.

Dozens of Salmundo members who were acting as the leaders of the large city Taewon, Ma Gwang-ik’s men, and the former leader of the Shingeomdan.

Everyone examines Ma Guang-ik-ju and Murong Ga-ju with their own unique expressions.

Emotions such as anxiety, shock, and doubt flowed into Jeongyeonshin’s upper body. The crowd had all sorts of feelings.

Hanging from the cliffs that stretched out to the left and right, standing far away in one corner of the empty lot, in the middle of the slope… … .

‘We have to get over here.’

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t care what Murong Ga-ju’s expression was.

A slight fever came from the sword in his right hand. The same was true of the halo around his heart that began to turn slowly.

The words that the author, the head of the Ilmun clan, spat out to Iphwangdaehyeop are irritating. He babbled that he had to take out all of Heonwonchang’s eight meridians.

“It’s a bit low-class.”

Magwangikju lifted his lips from the face of Palgaju.

“At that age, you don’t even know shame.”

I blurted it out without thinking.

While the pink hem of the dress that was far away on the side slope flinched, Jeong Yeon-shin faced the Murong family with her blue eyes flashing.

Translucent, colorless petals kept disappearing and reappearing before my eyes.

That’s why he controls the activation of the ultimate lightning. It was to maintain it for a long time.

At the same time, he measured the sword power of Seonghwi Daegeomgun.

The intangible energy waves that pierce the skin, the constantly vibrating flow of air, the sense of balance of the warrior standing on his strong legs and the manner of holding his sword all create an intangible realm.

In Jeongyeonshin’s eyes, a space made up of countless trajectories appeared.

It was spread out around Mo Yong-jung-rak, and had been covering a radius of about thirty chapters for a long time. It seemed to be saying that he had reached perfection as a swordsman.

When it comes to Murong Family, there is no one in the martial arts world who does not know them.

Jeongyeonshin thought back on the martial arts skills she had accumulated.

‘How much will it resonate with the author?’

It’s already started. It’s a battle with the Palgaju.

“Your eyes are extraordinary.”

Mo Yong-jung received Jeong Yeon-shin’s bluish gaze.

As expected of a great nobleman, he holds the sword here and there with a sinister smile on his face, and the shape of the sword changes slightly with each movement of his fingers.

The air flowing opaquely between my thumb and index finger sometimes became fast and sometimes heavy. It was completely free.

It seemed like he was testing Jeong Yeon-shin’s discernment. It was something that made one wonder how many secrets of forensic science he had learned.

“Yeodong is a rough place.”

Mo Yong-jung said.

“It is different from the comfortable land of Hogwang. It is a very harsh land. The swordsmen who make up Dosan Sword Forest are born with the temperament of the North, so it is very dangerous. It is a difficult land for those who have never lost a country to endure.”

It was as if they were exchanging letters verbally. They were talking back to Jeong Yeon-shin.

It meant that the sword of the land of Hogwang, which was like a flower, could not overcome the temperament of Liaodong, where he was born and raised.

His attention was focused on Ma Yeon-jeok. He only provoked Jeong Yeon-shin while he was watching for signs of a strong man. Anyone could see that.

Mo Yong-se.

They are a Mugah who settled in the east of the Yellow River. Their ancestors are the Murong Xianbei clan. They are descendants of the royal family of Yan, which was destroyed before the Ming clan appeared in the world.

Their swords, which were imbued with their sorrow, were famous for being the roughest among the sword techniques of the Eight Great Families.

Jeongyeonshin’s head tilted slightly to the side.

“Isn’t this an old ruined country?”

“… The words and actions of those without foundation are all the same. Even if you were born with the bloodline of the Ip Hwang Seong Maga, you are not much different.”

Mo Yong-jung raised his sword. The hem of his white robe lifted slightly.

A strong wind blows.

A cold sensation ran over Jeong Yeon-shin’s face. It was different from the battle he had with Zhuge Tianxiang.

It is not a fight that happened without much thought like back then, but a one-on-one life-or-death battle between the Eight Great Masters and the Sword Masters.

At this moment, the reason why the right hand’s long arm, connected to the Bukmyeonggeom, received more light wheel energy than usual was.

‘Geumryeoseomneungsik.’

Jeongyeonshin awakened the acupuncture points throughout her body.

The muscles of the entire body contracted and relaxed repeatedly. It was a full-body stretching exercise that was not visible on the outside.

However, it seemed as if Murong Gaju had noticed the situation. That was why the gaze he had been looking at Jeong Yeon-shin had changed so intensely.

The sword of the Mo Yong family flashed a chilling light.

It’s coming straight in. I had that intuition.

Jeongyeonshin first pushed off the ground with his right foot. A strong wind blew from his feet. The divine wind god. His new form was buried in the transparent wind blowing toward the peak.

The moment I slightly lowered my eyelids and raised them, Mo Yong-jung-rak’s upper body filled my field of vision. I had narrowed the distance of three long feet in an instant. It was right after I had completely activated the Ultimate Lightning.

Swaaa …

A strong wind swept across the blade of the raised Bukmyeonggeom. The sharp blade of the Simgeukgirin turned even a carelessly extended sword into a swift sword.

The aura of dominance is completely captured in a single line of swords. With the elegance of a blue giraffe.

Wow!

The handle of Murong Zhongluo’s sword struck down the Bukmyeong sword.

It was an orphaned defense plant. It looked like it had been hammered with a sword.

For a brief moment, a dull vibration spread in all directions, and a long shadow fell over Jeong Yeon-shin’s face, which had raised its eyebrows. It was accompanied by a deep voice.

“Black Star Jinjin (黑星隱進).”

It was a word that was quickly uttered through the mouth.

Murong Zhongle spoke of the name of the herbivore. Everyone around him knew the identity of Murong Gaju. It could only be described as a mockery.

It is an act of saving face while going up against Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who is vastly different in age and fame.

The flow of falling sword strikes was incredibly fierce. It was enough to make Jeong Yeon-shin’s hair all messed up.

It was a type of martial arts that simultaneously lowered the blade while striking with a sword, but Murong Gaju displayed extraordinary striking power with small arm movements.

Jeong Yeon-shin raised the first sword of the Geomryeoseomneungsik and lifted it up. It was while pulling her body back. The counterattack sword, the Nine Blue Seongha, sprang from her thumb, which was firmly supporting the sword.

Oh my god!

A tremendous shock pierced through my palm. The opponent’s sword power tore the flesh under my thumb and was transmitted to my ankle. The jump stopped right there.

The ground that had been supporting the leather shoes gave way with a rough sound. At the same time that Jeongyeonshin’s eye level lowered, the lotus flower of the ultimate lightning that covered her body shook translucently once.

Through that gap, the words of the Murong family echoed.

“You can endure this. It’s like you’re dealing with the Heavenly Princess.”

The source of the voice was higher than Jeongyeonshin’s crown. The voice that followed was the same.

“How about Hongseongmangeomwoo (宏星滿劍雨)?”

Before he could finish his words, Mo Yong-jung-rak’s Jay-cho was cast. In an instant, the sky rippled. This was because the vast waves from the sword covered the air transparently.

Unlike Jeong Yeon-shin, who used his entire body like a sword, Murong Ga-ju used a single sword, which was nothing more than a piece of iron, as a medium for his ultimate internal energy skills.

The Sword of the Starry Night, the Sword of the Great Starry Night.

Saaaaaaaa―

It felt like a piece of paper was rubbing against the air. I felt an incredible sense of anticipation. An invisible sword was falling from the sky.

There were dozens of them. The waves were amplified with each brief moment they got closer to the ground. For a split second, the sunlight was distorted in all directions.

My swordsmanship was clear in my first attack. Since my body movements were quite skillful, I was told to try to dodge this as well.

It didn’t come close to human study. The line between martial arts and sorcery seemed blurred. It was clearly a world beyond the pale.

Swish.

Jeong Yeon-shin placed the blade of the Bukmyeonggeom on her left shoulder. It looked like the blade was covering her shoulder.

“hmm?”

When Murong Zhongle, who was holding his sword up, uttered a question.

A small earthquake occurred beneath Jeongyeonshin’s feet. Soon after, his body became blurry, and a faint trajectory of light was carved in a straight line into the air.

Mo Yong-jung opened his eyes wide. This was not an ordinary lightness attack.

Suddenly, Ma Gwang-ik-ju appeared in front of him and struck him with his shoulder, which was covered with swords. It was a lonely and intense moment like a comet.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

Mo Yong-jung’s new form was thrown off the cliff. Immediately after, a huge shockwave exploded in a circular shape at the spot where he was.

The ground on the mountain peak crumbled. The sound of rocks being roughly crushed followed the two people’s footsteps.

The battlefield moved into the air.

Murong Jiaju, who had flipped over in the air, stepped onto the air with the skill of airwalking.

“That guy.”

His eyes narrowed. The Ma Gwang-ik-ju, who had been striking with incredible force, continued to charge down the side of the cliff, kicking it continuously.

A faint halo of light spread from the tip of its feet, dyeing the wall pale. It was an auspicious sight, like drawing a constellation on a vast ridge.

Behind it.

Kugu Palace―

The edge of the peak where the two people were standing shattered into pieces after being hit by the powerful sword. The dry soil could not withstand the invisible sword that poured down like rain.

While the boulders fell down with a loud noise.

‘I must not have seen things wrong.’

Mo Yong-jung thought. The herbivore that Ma Guang-ik-ju had just thrown out was the problem.

It resembles the ancient method of Mujang Hwihwanggong. The skill that Sim Mu-ryeonju has practiced throughout his life is realized on the shoulder of Ma Gwang-ikju with a sword attached.

It was a method that aimed to kill two birds with one stone.

If Ma Gwang-ik-ju had been wearing a divine attack self-defense weapon, there was a high chance that he would have suffered unexpected internal injuries even after defending with his sword. It wouldn’t have ended with his body being pushed away like it did just now.

“I admit I took you lightly.”

At that age, he is worthy of discussing martial arts with the Northern Dragon Sword, the Heavenly Lord Bukgung Ah. His talents may be on par with the Socheonmujeok of the Ming School.

This means that there is a high possibility that he will grow into a peerless warrior who will take the position next to the Emperor. And that too within a short period of time.

It’s the sprout that needs to be cut.

You must not spare your strength to think about the unmanned forces that are presumed to be heinous. You must face it with all your might. You were on the verge of completing the martial arts that would restore the light of the Yan nation.

If I cut down that young and shining sword and fight with the one who pulled out the arm of Simmu-ryeonju, I will be able to fully embody the enlightenment I have accumulated so far.

Mo Yong-jung’s pitch-black eyebrows hardened into a straight line.

Meteor Sword. Lightning that strikes and destroys.

His new form, which had been floating in the air, collapsed in place. It had completely disappeared.

The eyes that had been taking in the sight of the Magwangikju rushing down the cliff transformed into a long, dark blue ray of light. Then, it stopped right in front of Magwangikju.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was running down the side of the cliff, stepped on the ground. It was a reaction speed like a ray of light. The wall crashed down, and her long hair blew backwards all at once.

The momentum of the aerodynamic force generated by Murong Zhongluo, who suddenly appeared before my eyes, was tremendous. The trajectory of the sword that extended out was much faster than Jeong Yeonshin’s hand.

Kwaaaaang!

The whole scene before my eyes flashed white.

It was as if lightning had struck and he couldn’t see anything. If this was the case even after activating the Time Heavenly Law, then Murong Gaju’s vision must have been the same.

However, the pain of having his palm ripped off seemed to be felt only by Jeong Yeon-shin. And in an instant, the dull and vain sensation of the Bukmyeonggeom’s blade being split in two…