Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 336

Paedo

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A village bathed in soft sunlight.

The land is wide. A clear stream flows down, dividing the village in half.

Dozens of corpses are strewn about on the banks of a stream bathed in a crimson dusk.

The bottom of the waterway, which was also called the Byeokgyesu, was no longer blue.

Blood and mud mingled between hundreds of horses’ hooves. The sound of the galloping horses resonated incessantly.

“The time has come. Magwangikju must be dead.”

A refreshing voice flowed through the blue sky.

He was a nobleman with bold and distinct facial features.

He is gazing into the village from atop a white horse with an antique saddle, and his upright posture makes him look particularly stable among the surrounding mounted warriors.

“What a pity.”

He merely muttered a word to himself, and the black, gold-embroidered hero’s sword fluttered behind him.

The reason is that the amount of energy is enormous. So much so that the aerodynamics can be felt in the voice.

Honghwagong (宏花公) Gunyucheon (君硫泉), the grandson of Simmuryeon.

“Your Majesty, can I have some free time?”

His bright question was filled with inner strength.

Just after the voice that had passed through the heads of several fine horses reached the far side, a woman’s plain answer came back, as if speaking from within the prince’s reach.

“The Archduke’s words are ridiculous. Isn’t this damage that can be passed over as bragging?”

“… … .”

Gunyucheon’s eyes twitched. Strength entered the tip of his foot that was stepping on the stirrup on the white horse’s side.

‘Without lifting a hand.’

He tried hard not to turn his head towards the light.

It was my pride’s fault.

He came up as a major general from the headquarters. Northern military supplies. It was said that the uprising of the strong tribes was intensified during the famine.

Just delivering the military forces to the border would be a great achievement and would be recognized as such. It would also be a way to show off the power of Simmu-ryeon.

Originally, five hundred people would have been enough. That alone would have been a tremendous force.

Gunyucheon brought 500 more men to show his sincerity. This was possible because he was one of the most powerful warlords in the world.

‘It had to be a thousand.’

A famine that makes people take up the sword of plunder rather than the ample sacks of grain.

The female lord who is carrying out the absurd task of gathering thirteen thousand people.

The Shanxi River has become a wasteland.

A new master who cut off the head of the Zhuge Liang family.

The emergence of the Murong family and the Simmu family.

Since everything is influencing the surrounding situation, it was impossible to know which variables would interfere with the military supply process.

It was possible that the powerful and powerful martial artists known as peerless masters were wandering around the nearby martial arts world.

Unlike the Daebangpa, there are those who do not have a stronghold and who move around the martial arts world as individuals, close to a one-person sect…

A thousand troops were needed to handle the unexpected situation.

‘There was no such thing as foresight.’

It was five days ago. At the moment when the rear of the camp was suddenly attacked, Gunyucheon was busy observing the enemy rather than admiring his own preparedness.

In the face of famine, there is no distinction between the right and wrong factions. One must know the identity.

He was an apostle of the Blood Flame Church.

It was a very frustrating thing. He was on the verge of taking revenge on Magwangikju, who had cut off the lifeline of his fiancée and the Biik Bloodline.

After seeing the Chilsado in person, my thoughts changed.

‘I want it.’

The words that I couldn’t tell my subordinates welled up inside me. As I had heard, she had a beautiful appearance that could captivate people, and she had astonishing qualities.

If properly embraced, he was a warrior who would become the most beautiful divine swordsman in the world, not just a poppy.

―She is an absolute must-have if you want to conquer the world of martial arts. Even if you lose 500 here, capturing her alone is a deal that will be profitable.

I made an excuse to the governor.

It was the right thing to say, so of course it worked. The main branch of the Blood Flame Sect had been destroyed.

Sim Mu-ryeon is a Sima Oedo known as the Thirteen Heavenly Ones, and possesses the spirit to embrace outsiders of his sect.

I thought it was a good thing. Even when hundreds of people were attacked, that thought did not change. The value of a master was something that was difficult to measure with soldiers.

“As expected, it’s true that I learned martial arts without perfect form. Is it arrogance or foolishness?”

The Do-Jun’s mutterings also played a big part in his decision.

They were besieging Chilsado in an empty village.

Her demeanor was not perfect at first glance. Her eyes were unfocused, and standing alone in the devastated village seemed dangerous.

This is because the sense of balance shifts frequently. There were patches of flesh and blood stuck to the ebony hair.

It was the result of holding back the martial arts forces for five days with the Blood Flame Sect’s Asin method of lightness.

“How many days has it been? Are you just going to stand by and watch? It would be better to take the punishment yourself… … .”

“The value of a Blood Flame Cult noble who has become a ronin is hard to measure in gold. Let alone the Seven Deadly Sins of the True Blood. He will be a great help to the main force. You can’t find such qualities and strength anywhere else.”

“then……?”

“The Archduke’s decision was not wrong. Even if he were to feed him poison, it would more than make up for the empty spot of the Bloodthirsty One. No, it would likely be even more than that.”

“yes.”

“I was trying to save my energy for the northern expedition… If I had known this would happen, I would have fought alone from the beginning.”

Do-Jun, who was talking to his direct subordinate, clicked his tongue.

“Be quiet.”

It was when she got off the saddle that she stroked the horse’s neck.

Damn it.

The sound of footsteps sounded somehow dreamy.

It wasn’t hers.

A strange, dreamlike scene appeared in the eyes of the Taoist monk who had descended without even stepping on the steps.

A halo of light like a constellation leaves an imprint on her retina.

A young man with unusually thin arms and prominent muscles passed through the ranks of the martial arts troops, waving his rather short black robe.

A whitish glow followed his feet. It was a sight that only the Taoist could see because his steps were extremely fast.

The young man who had naturally broken through the encirclement was standing in front of the Seven Sado the next moment.

“Stop.”

The Do-Jun gave orders to his mounted warriors. Gun-Yu-Cheon, who had been looking bewildered for a while and then suddenly raised his head, was not paying attention.

Even as the Archduke shouted something, she simply raised one hand to stop the troops.

It was while raising the level of the bright and dark energy that gave him the title of Gwangdo-jon.

‘master.’

Immediately after the energy filled the veins of the eyes, a feeling of suffocation, something that was extremely rare even in the North, came over me.

I’m reluctant to come forward. I have a gut feeling that he’s strong.

Grand Duke Gunyucheon, who was at the front of the line, also closed his mouth and squinted his eyes.

He is a Hobu-Kyunja, but he is of the bloodline of Simmu-Ryeonju. He cannot deny the existence of the master standing before his eyes. It was right to take a moment to look at the person who suddenly intruded.

“Where did you come from just now?”

“The Master told me to stop. Are you the original warrior?”

“What kind of nerve is this… …!”

A look of confusion spread among the horsemen.

There was no great disturbance. This was because the energy wave that spread from the Do-Jeon’s hand passed over them as if it was momentarily suppressing them.

Each of them only expressed their own feelings of bewilderment, curiosity, interest, and fear.

“How can you be so free? Are you ignoring the blood blast waves?”

“That demon seems to have lost a lot of energy… but leaving it to handle it alone is another matter.”

“Your Highness, is the author one of your allies?”

But they soon shut their mouths.

A martial artist must maintain a learning attitude even when facing an enemy. This is to improve his martial arts skills.

What was before their eyes was a confrontation that the lower classes found difficult to resolve.

Something unexpected happened, but the Grand Duke and the Crown Prince remained silent, so they had to study as servants in order to survive in the North.

In the center of the military encirclement. A village where all the common people have fled.

A man and a woman stood facing each other. At first glance, the age difference did not seem great.

They both had long, jet-black hair and features that made the sun shine. They also looked a bit thin, as if they hadn’t eaten in a long time.

“You look like something I’ve never seen before.”

The young man muttered.

There was no answer. Chilsado only lowered his head slightly and let his hands hang on both sides. It was a free-spirited form that allowed him to use both the recommended and the angular methods.

It seemed like a sphere, but he didn’t recognize the young man. He was possessed by a magic wand. Her red eyes were flashing on the other side of the blindfold.

He was still trapped in madness. He just looked like a master whose liver had been invaded, looking at his opponent.

When the blood-red mist surrounding Chilsado becomes thicker.

Hwaaaaak―!

Suddenly, invisible waves of energy sporadically flowed throughout the young man’s body. The calm atmosphere he originally possessed was instantly swept away.

An aerodynamic wave that scratched the dirt floor like a raging horse. A magical energy that seemed like it would take away a person’s soul surrounded his entire body.

The military camp was in an uproar.

His demeanor seemed to have changed due to his energy. His hands, neatly hanging down below his sword, had a decadent quality.

Each time the invisible waves collided with each other, a noise like the squeak of a snake’s tongue occurred.

The young man walked slowly.

Damn it.

The mist created by the power of the Seven Sages shook. It seemed as if they were dealing with a fellow creature, unable to stop their footsteps even for a moment.

“… … ?”

Their temperaments were similar. They both had irregularly spreading aerodynamic waves. They had a mysterious yet elegant feel. The expression “noble” was appropriate.

The young man who appeared with a strange appearance at that moment seemed to be one of the Seven Sado’s disciples.

To the point where it wouldn’t be strange to call her by titles like “sister” or “sister-in-law” right now.

Chilsado made a strange expression.

It was different from before when she had difficulty controlling her body. Her ruby-like eyes slightly turned upward as if scanning the past.

“Mara, Jinhyeolgong?”

After muttering in a halting tone, she soon drew a smooth line with her bright red lips.

At the same time, her body became blurred.

Wow!

Just after the two people touched their palms, translucent concentric circles swept across their arms.

The aftermath of the eruption was violent. The stream flowing behind them exploded with a loud noise.

It didn’t stop at just one time.

The man and woman began to mix their hands. A storm of waves swept through the faintly entangled path of their limbs.

The tops of thick, old trees were torn apart, and the stream water kept gushing out, falling like rain.

The young man did not draw the sword from his waist.

In the enemy’s public domain, he freely stretched out long and short trajectories with his strong-looking limbs. The recommended and angled methods drew straight and curved lines without any obstructions.

Every time the fragments of the light wave flew like sparks, the ones who flinched were the Mu-gong troops. Even though the ground was roughly splitting, the path was not clearly visible.

Hundreds of trajectories were carved into the air and then faded away, until the tip of the setting sun dyed the hems of the youth and the Seven Apostles’ clothes red.

Phew!

The base of a tree as tall as a person was roughly cut. It was on the shoulder of a young man with his back to the tree.

As the bark crumbs fell and cracked, the Seven Sado who had cornered his opponent smiled brightly. The madness of the magician was evident.

“Young Taesa.”

He glanced at the young man. His gaze seemed to tickle his skin. The distance between them was close. The red pupils of the Seven Sado filled his eyes.

The enemy’s focus is not clear. It is sensing the opponent through air waves, not through sight.

A strange heat stirred in her white face and the glare characteristic of a master. Her mind was wandering into the past.

Just like the moment when the young Taesa was treated at the main temple of the Blood Flame Sect, Chilsado whispered while exhaling smoothly.

“You are mine. You are my property. Create my martial arts and be in my eyes only. Until you burn all your qualities and fall apart.”

“… … .”

“No, no? Shouldn’t it not fall down?”

She was talking nonsense like a noblewoman of the Blood Flame Cult.

The expression on his pale, tired face changes several times per breath.

His white face was full of possessiveness, but then he suddenly took a step back with an expression of fear, then came closer again and gently stroked the back of the young man’s head.

“You too will practice your magic in the middle of the night.”

It was when the young man spoke calmly.

Sarak.

The tips of Chilsado’s long fingers brushed against his collar, then gently wrapped their arms around his neck.

She licked her lips.

“I’ll show you everything about me. Every movement of my muscles, from the use of my energy to the movement of my feet to the movement of my nerves.”

He’s completely stuck in a point in the past, acting like he always has and being strong.

Phew.

Red mist rose again beneath Chilsado’s feet. It was in the form of dozens of overlapping blood energy waves.

It is a technique to tie up an opponent who has entered the fight. At that moment, the young man’s fingers twitched.

There was a loud noise. It was as if dozens of mirrors had shattered.

The mist scattered into pieces and rose up in all directions, piercing through the structure of the light wave’s power, destroying the inner energy skills from the very beginning.

It would have been impossible without having complete insight into the origins of the opponent’s martial arts skills.

at the same time.

Sarak-

It was a moment. In that brief moment, the muscles collided, and colorless waves of light rose up from the gap between the hems of their clothes.

In an instant, the two people’s positions were reversed.

The back of the Seven Apostles touched the tree.

As Jeongyeonshin slightly lowered her head, his lips rested on Chilsado’s ear. His breath, completely free of any trace of light, brushed against her soft fur.

“You are a sewer.”

The young man spoke quietly.