Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 332

Grandson (5)

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Seonghwi Daegeomgun Mo Yong-jung and Yeonhwa Na-ta Jeong Yeon-shin.

They had just come out, each holding a sword. The elegant white clothes and the pitch-black long robes contrasted on both sides.

Wow!

Sharp white rays of light enveloped his entire body. Everything was an afterimage of swordsmanship. Every time the two swordsmen clashed, the sword marks carved into the air seemed to be something beyond human understanding.

Because it appears and disappears as soon as it appears, like smoke, it is sometimes seen as the hem of the clothes worn by the immortals of the celestial world.

On the other hand, the shockwaves that swept through were terrifying. It was a showdown between two people.

Even for someone from a prestigious family, it seemed that way. Just taking it in seemed to broaden my horizons.

“Hwa… … .”

On the slope where the cliff stands tall.

Shin So-bin’s round eyes, which were clearly black and white, gained strength. It was to make the focus clear.

Even if it is difficult to follow the trajectory properly, something is engraved in the mind. This is because the spirituality of those who have honed their skills to the level of mastery collides.

Even though I had seen the great masters’ martial arts in the Black Promotion Ceremony, the scene created by Murong Gaju and Senior Jeong was extremely intense. At first glance, it almost seemed like they were people.

The girl who had been trying to protect the people’s livelihood and raise the reputation of the Iphwangsin family was struck with a new sense of shock by her junior who had seen Jeongyeonsin’s blue monkhood.

“The Gwanghwageomryu is like that… … .”

The white robes of the island’s sect practitioners flutter with the afterglow of their careers.

The wind blowing from the two strong men was strangely heavy. It must have been because the level of study they had been doing was different. The depth must have been the same.

It is an achievement that should be felt by the Murong family. However, the youngest black in the Ip Hwang Seong is different. Anyone could say it was a traitor.

‘The feel of it is perfect. It feels like he’s been practicing swordsmanship for decades.’

Is it because the opponent is one of the eight great powers that it stands out?

She doesn’t feel a wall between herself and the great master she respects, because she treats him like a sect leader.

It had been a long time since I had accepted his clumsy personality in forming relationships with people, his somewhat arrogant and somewhat awkward temperament, and his friendly disposition.

But sometimes I felt like I was walking in different times.

Just like right now.

It was almost like a sense of alienation. It couldn’t be explained by a gap in qualifications alone.

Shin So-bin thought that there might be something that Ma Gwang-ik didn’t know.

“Is that a swordsmanship based on the Gwanghwa Sword? Geomryu Seomryungsik… Come to think of it, I haven’t been able to receive it many times because I’ve been so busy. I haven’t seen many training sessions with the Great Master.”

“When did the young master transform his swordsmanship into a divine skill? If your eyes were like a tongue, you would have recognized him long ago.”

Words that pretend to be leisurely in the midst of urgency. Heonwonchang and Taeyeonryong.

Damn it.

Two people briefly block her path. The storm of the waves that had been rushing towards her has become lighter. The wind of the Gwangyegyeol that Shin So-bin is very familiar with has let go.

The seniors who were always dependable but a little unsightly, if you look closely, were especially skilled in Gwangyeok within Ma Gwangik.

“Why does Senior Yang Poppy study so hard?”

“…hmm?”

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The answer was late. Following Jeongyeonshin, who flew out of the empty lot with a loud noise, Taeyeonryong quickly turned his head.

He was busy observing the fierce battle. Only his lips, which were chewing poppies, moved without change.

Shin So-bin didn’t complain. She was feeling impatient too.

Kugu Palace―

The cliff that the two strong men had been standing on collapsed. Daeju was standing alone against an opponent of a different level.

The incomprehensible senior who had pulled out Sim Mu-ryeon’s arm was clearly a great ally, but his current posture of crossing his arms only gave off an arrogant air. He seemed unwilling to talk to anyone.

It seemed to say that this was a very momentous moment.

It is said that a great force capable of handling even missions involving the heads of the Daemun sects is about to emerge.

‘Isn’t it too early?’

Shin So-bin heard the story he shared with Dae-ju. He intends to use this life-or-death battle as a stepping stone to achieve success. He may not intervene in the one-on-one battle.

She had to suppress her impatience.

So I moved my lips. I quickly blurted out the words on my mind through the oral technique.

“I’m talking about Gwangyegyeol. The martial arts of Hwangbo Sega are comparable to those of other divine arts.”

“… If you have the qualities of a true master, the more you learn good martial arts, the more you will benefit. That’s because broadening your horizons is the realm that leads to the elevation of your martial arts. Even if you do this, the Three Flowers and the End will be just around the corner.”

“As for Senior Yang Guifei’s qualifications, aren’t they only good enough to put leather shoes on the Lord? They’re just barely able to follow his footsteps.”

“It doesn’t seem like something you should hear from a lower class. Anyway, the Gwangyegyeol is fun to learn. It’s used in secret, but there are many cases where a much higher level technique is hidden. It’s like you don’t expect anything special from me, so there’s a lot of fun in finding what I’ve hidden. That’s what Yeomgang is, playing around with it.”

“They say it’s a matter of persuasion. Isn’t it enough to dig only one well?”

“That’s because he gets tired of everything easily. He’s very fickle because he has a great martial arts ability. That strong man, Seonghwi Daegeomgun, must have learned all nineteen sword techniques of the Murong family. He’s a man who doesn’t care about the means to improve his martial arts. There are also rumors that he harbors a grudge against the royal bloodline of the Yan Dynasty, whether he knows it or not.”

“… … .”

“Anyway… you may not be able to feel it, but that monster looks more relaxed than Daeju even though he only uses a sword. The depth is different.”

Tae-Yeon-Ryong absentmindedly wiggled one foot. On the other side, Heon-Won-Chang had been turning his somewhat stiff shoulders to the side for a long time.

It was the direction in which Jeongyeonshin ran, stepping on the side of the cliff as if it were flat ground.

“The weight of each wave is different. It is difficult to count them all, but… it is clear that they are both strong and soft, and they are also of a peerless level.”

“It’s ridiculous and shameful to begin with. For someone of the same age and position as the Murong family leader to seriously fight swords with our lord.”

“What do you think will happen?”

“The martial arts of the Great Ju are all about strong swordsmanship and quick attacks. It might not work on a peerless swordsman from a prestigious family. The martial arts of short-term decisive battles have the potential to kill even the best masters of the same level with a single blow, but… the disadvantage is that they are vulnerable to long-term battles and counterattacks. Wonchang-ah, when I signal, throw this body with all your might. With the Yeojocheonwanggyeong (麗藻天王經) of the main family, you should be able to gain a hand against the Great Ju.”

at that time.

Kwaaaaang!

On the side cliff, the bodies of Mo Yong-jung and Jeong Yeon-sin were swallowed up by a huge light.

Another sun seemed to have risen. A sphere made of the waves of Muronggaju suddenly appeared, reflecting the sunlight. It was something that gave off a mysterious vibe.

They say that when you reach a level of excellence, the boundaries between martial arts and magic become blurred, and at first glance, it looked like a formation created using magic and martial arts.

“Wonchang-ah!”

The moment Taeyeonryong shouted.

The movements of the three people stopped at once. It was because an overwhelming energy had caught them. It was as if they had been hit with a blood clot for a moment.

“A truly heaven-sent talent.”

Mayeonjeok, who had been standing silently, opened his mouth. He didn’t uncross his arms.

“Learn what you have not heard, and know what you have not experienced. The golden eagle that eats the dragon can flap its wings toward the sky without learning. But what if there is a snake right in front of you?”

The three Magwangiks did not listen. The aerodynamic waves that arose from their bodies sharply swept through the atmosphere.

But no one moved. The people of Salmun who had been guarding their positions around them, and the famous people of Taewon of all social statuses held their breath.

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Two hundred and thirty hap.

Jeong Yeon-shin counted the amount of food she shared with Mo Yong-ga-ju.

There were so many sums before they were pushed back, but the actual time that passed was not even a single degree. Because all the swords were made of quick swords like rays of light.

The Sword Lightning Island Ling style, which is performed with a half-cut sword, is still powerful.

However, it was difficult to easily block the ever-changing Meteor Sword. The Shihwamugeuksu could only destroy the cliff, not the Murong family.

Every moment was a series of choices.

The Ultimate Lightning and the Seonryongihwagyeol cannot be used together. This is because both are techniques that break the body’s limits. Simultaneous casting was impossible.

Even if there was a new technique like the Mudangpa’s Yangsimgong, it would not be possible to use it together with a technique that pushed the limits of internal energy utilization.

When strength was needed, he cast Ultimate Lightning, and when reaction speed was important, he cast Seonryongihwagyeol.

In the meantime.

The Murong family never let their guard down.

He blocked the Mancheonhwawoo attack toward the broken Bukmyeonggeom and the sword and mind uniting through the sword technique with his skilled techniques.

Unlike Jegal Gaju, who had mastered the art of keeping a distance and had approached, Seonghwi Daegeomgun never gave up his distance and attacked Jeong Yeonshin with his peerless swordsmanship.

The air around them became extremely tense.

Fragments of their careers wandered between them like mirror shards. Everything seemed ready to explode at any moment. The fight was at its peak.

‘The impact was too strong. The entire sword strike was pushed towards me.’

The opponent is a master of the sword.

In the time that split one breath into hundreds, Jeong Yeon-shin struggled to control her body. It was right after the Murong Zhonglak in front of her had struck her with a whitish sword.

The only thing that can break the divine sword is divine energy. He doesn’t have the divine attack or the self-defense technique. The sword attack that cut through the Bukmyeong sword could cut off his head right away.

Woof.

Two hundred and thirty-first.

“I’m sick of your swordsmanship. Let’s stop here.”

Suddenly, the fragments of Mo Yong-jung’s career that he had been developing formed a certain area.

The sword that Jeongyeonshin had sensed earlier was materialized into true energy. I got the feeling. It was a space that made the advancing sword even faster.

With the idea of transforming the surroundings where rocks fall and the wind blows into a universe where all things swim freely.

Another new move has been made.

How many techniques does he have? This is the power of the leader of the Great Wave Sect with hundreds of years of history.

Woooo …

It seemed as if hundreds of bells were ringing. At the same time, the surroundings became dark.

It was a shadow created by the pieces of the light wave. It was also a divine space created by the swordsmanship that had reached a new level.

The air all around resonated with a heavy echo. Even under the influence of the Heavenly Law, only dim shades could be distinguished.

There is a lifesaver for everyone.

It could be a descent, it could be some unexpected move, or it could be a chain reaction that makes you stronger during the fight.

However, the life-saving measures of those who are called peerless masters are different. Their lives are heavy.

The life-saving technique of the ultimate realm is a secret technique that the master of martial arts frequently uses. For Seonghwi Daegeomgun Mo Yong Jungrak, this must have been the space where he could manifest his sword skills.

It seemed as if it was surrounded by waves under the night sky. All the currents were flowing toward Jeongyeonshin.

The moment Jeong Yeon-shin put strength into the hand holding the sword, a dry thought dug into his ears. The spirit of the divine power had transmitted to the upper body.

[Chuksinhyegeuk (Creating a Divine Sword)]

The true essence of swordsmanship is mixed into the shadows. It is a very natural stabbing.

The trajectory was full of the experience of a mid-level swordsman and the realm of a peerless swordsman. There was no time to react.

Phew-

A long sword shadow pierced Jeongyeonshin’s abdomen.

It went straight through my back.

The pain was excruciating. It felt like a huge foreign body in my stomach. My skin felt like it was burning.

“This is something that high-ranking officials of the Imperial Palace always experience.”

A voice humming in the darkness made up of fragments of the divine power.

“Can you have the head of the sect leader or not? Those who completed their mission wore purple clothes, and those who failed were buried in the mountains and their bodies were never found.”

“… … .”

“It’s a shame, junior. Any of Liaodong, Liaoxi, or Liaoning would have been fine. Wherever you are… … .”

“Since it turned black.”

“hmm?”

Jeong Yeon-shin slowly pulled her lips away. Jeong Ga-dong was desperately holding onto the intestines in his stomach. Blood was boiling like phlegm in his throat.

“I’ve always been worried.”

“Hey, Jeongga, you’re being unreasonable.”

Mo Yong-jung spoke in a voice of amazement. Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth without paying attention.

“How should I deal with someone like you?”

“What?”

Mo Yong-jung only replied briefly and did not move any further. He too had been pushed for a moment.

He must be recovering from the backlash of having taken a gamble, succeeded, and given the thrill of a swordsmanship.

If it was a space where even the sunlight was blocked by the flow of the waves, it would not have been an easy place for the Murong family to move around in.

Jeong Yeon-shin did not answer. The gentle breath of the Emperor seemed to linger in her ears.

―The sense of a master cannot be easily mocked. You must engrave this fact in your heart.

-It might be difficult right now… … .

-difficult?

―It seems difficult to use properly. Controlling the energy waves to penetrate the opponent’s senses, and confusing their senses during actual combat.

Jeongyeonshin whispered to her past self in her head. It was always easy to control energy, not senses.

Saaaaa―

The qualities embedded in his entire body flowed like rays of light. The aerodynamic waves of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi clung to his surroundings as auspicious qualities.

at the same time.

The fragments of history that Murong Zhongle had spread began to fall into place all at once.

A passageway made of mirror fragments scatters light and appears to flip over entirely. A space woven from a bundle of invisible paths changes direction.

It was a tangle of countless swords. It rose like a wave, flowing from Jeong Yeon-sin to Mo Yong-jung.

Sword of the Heart.

The surroundings began to brighten. It was as if we had entered dawn.

He mastered the swordsmanship of the Qi faction and made it his own path. The presence of Murong Jiaju, who began to cast a shadow before his eyes, made him flinch.

You can’t help but feel it first. It’s because the peerless master has lost control of his energy.

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t say anything else.

Blue flames rose from the half-broken Bukmyeonggeom blade held in one hand.

The blue flame covered the short sword body and in an instant, it grew like a blade. The use of internal energy reached a new level. The light wave was formed into a single line.

The corners of Murong Jiaju’s eyes flinched. Soon, the surroundings were dyed in a dark blue light.

Seonghwi Daegeomgun is the one who has reached the peak of Samhwachwijeong. In the brief moment when his mind was strongly awakened, the internal energy barrier of Cheonma Shingap surrounded his entire body. It was a mistake made unconsciously.

[Blue Flame Eclipse.]

Jeongyeonshin’s heart flowed out in short mutterings.

Hwaaaa …

The flame of the sword that had been drawn from his right hand rushed down the cliff, dyeing it blue. It was a speed that even the peerless swordsman could not react to. It was as if another sun was rising.

A dazzling blue light filled the sword circle surrounding them, fiercely sweeping over Murong Jiaju’s entire body.