Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 341

Sequence Battle (2)

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A state where the mind and inner energy become one.

Jeong Yeon-shin knows that the union of Jeong Gi-shin is not only good. Just look at the dead Murong family head to see this.

Even though he knew of the existence of the magical powers, he unconsciously activated the Heavenly Horse Armor, and his breath was taken away by Jeong Yeon-shin, who used the Sword Lightning Style and the Blue Flame Style.

It was by no means intentional that the roof of the main building was destroyed at this moment.

It is because of the Samhwachwijeong that it repeats the cycle of rising and falling. There is no problem with the personality of the contemporary Ma Gwang-ikju, who is like Myeongjeong Jisu.

As the fragments of blue and black roof tiles fell around her with a rough frictional sound, Jeong Yeon-shin stepped on the Hwanikbo once.

Damn it.

A formless wave suddenly rises from beneath your feet, pushing away the dust particles left and right. A large, whitish curtain appears to be torn apart in two.

‘This is a problem.’

The young man thought.

Every movement must be thoroughly controlled by his consciousness. Martial arts that are out of control are useless in a match between masters.

This is because the exchange of hands is extremely fast and the precision of the first bite can determine life and death.

Fortunately, there was a way. The reaction to the transformation was said to be solved by eating well.

Advice from the previous Shingeomdanju. It meant that since your body and energy were able to handle the god of the upper chamber, it was enough to take care of your food.

In reality, the cycle of Samhwachwijeong being disrupted has become longer.

It must have been thanks to eating a huge amount of smoked wild boar on the way down to Yangyang. Jeong Yeon-shin looked around, feeling the dignity of the senior officer of Ip Hwang-seong once again.

The top floor of the main building. It was a meeting room that resembled a Wonpyeongilgeomjang.

The entrance is blocked by a row of silver stairs, and there are antique stone carvings of dragons and phoenixes placed here and there.

“Return?”

“It’s authentic. It’s not a sect martial art.”

There were seven people.

Those sitting around a large stone round table turned their gaze to Jeongyeonshin.

The air in the corner of the room where he had stepped down warmed up in an instant.

Only two people stood up from their seats to meet the enemy’s attack, while the other five simply turned their heads, leaning back against the marble backrests.

It was an attitude that didn’t care whether the roof was blown away or not.

Saaaaa―

A translucent air current rippled.

It was like the outside air bathed in the summer sun. The young man and woman’s gazes were filled with a tremendous energy.

There doesn’t seem to be anyone who has studied the Yeolyang Qigong as much as Taeyeonryong, but at this moment, the density of the energy waves that overlapped and entangled like smoke was extremely high.

A world where even the most skilled players die from the combined attacks of super skilled players.

When three or more blacks gather, that place is called Iphwangseong.

How many are there now?

Jung Yeon-shin, who was standing still, swallowed a groan with a blank expression. The pressure from her respected seniors was pressing down on her skin and muscles.

Even though it has undergone a complete transformation, it seems that there is no way out. If this place is the enemy’s territory, it must be the most dangerous place in the world.

How strong would a country be if it had not diverted its power even once because of something that had to take priority over the people’s livelihood?

While he was thinking about it, he decided not to reveal his identity, even for a moment.

If you want to pretend not to know anything and have a conversation with a guest who talks about Seongju without thinking, that’s the only way.

That was when.

The large man who had been looking at him with serious eyes from the head of the round table, Grand Master Im Jin-myeong, opened his mouth covered with a beard as if asking for opinions from those around him.

“Did it really look so good?”

The vibrations in the voice push the air away.

It was a sense of inaction that Jeong Yeon-shin had once felt. The Grand General also possessed martial arts skills that were not inferior to those of any other great lord.

As soon as he started talking, Aksurim, Jinmyeongjo, and Unsoyu opened their lips.

“You look so strong. I wondered how swollen your liver was, but you can come alone.”

“…if the secret of the island’s beauty has been leaked.”

“We need to interrogate him. I think it’s best to pursue him first. It won’t be easy, but… … .”

The last person to speak was Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu.

She stood up from her seat and placed her hand on the sword.

The leader of the armed forces that enforce the laws of the Imperial City. He fought against Jeongyeonshin during his Black Promotion.

He is a swordsman who looks good with his back straight.

Long, swaying hair beneath sharp ears and beautiful facial features like a sword. It was a sign of a sword being drawn. Even before the sword was drawn, a cool sword breeze was flowing out.

No one spoke to the intruding hostile enemy.

The temperament of the emperor.

There is no way to negotiate with an opponent who has made a preemptive strike. In the world of martial arts, there are enemies everywhere.

“They say that the martial artists of Iphwangseong are suffering outside of Yangyang. We can see how the martial arts world of Jiangho treats this place these days just from what happened today. What is this commotion in broad daylight? An ignorant strongman barging into the meeting hall of Iphwangseong.”

The middle-aged man sitting next to the Grand General spoke calmly.

He had a handsome appearance and rather long ears. Anyone could tell that he was a high-ranking official.

The silk official uniform, which allowed one to guess his status at a glance, matched his languid expression.

The handle of the sword worn on his waist was smoothly worn, a sign of having been held in a grip filled with internal energy for a long time.

“This is all because the Lord is absent. The leader of the military, no matter how high his status, should guard his position and boost the morale of the camp… How can he leave the castle when there are no peerless purple masters in the castle? This cannot be done. At the very least, he should have given a word to the Grand Commander or the Chief of Staff.”

He blamed the Lord of the Palace in a polite tone. He pointed at Jeong Yeon-shin with his finger and scolded her.

“In the end, what else could I say if it wasn’t my wasted effort? I wonder what the King of Desperate Households will think. The fact that the king’s letter with the word “personal letter” attached to it has not been delivered for several days, and the appearance of such a person.”

A person of a status that can compete with the black masters in martial arts, and who delivers the king’s letters that only the Iphwangseongju can read.

It is not common at all. It is not possible unless you are a direct descendant of a monarch granted royal authority.

“… … .”

Silence fell.

This is a place where martial arts masters gather.

As far as Jeong Yeon-shin knew, there weren’t even half of the people here who weren’t eccentric.

At this time, when abusive language was being hurled at the lord, one could not help but focus on the words and actions of the unidentified intruder, rather than on his identity.

The Grand Master sitting at the head of the table.

The middle-aged man who was rambling on and on sat to his left, and to the Grand Master’s right sat a girl with short black hair and a serious expression.

It was the Iphwangsinchang Aksurim. He was wiggling his fingers for no reason, as if he wanted to grab the spear right away.

“Your Majesty the Sword, please be careful with your words. The Lord of your realm is also treated as a king by the Emperor.”

The Grand General spoke in a calm tone.

The middle-aged man called Geomwigong snickered.

“How many of the great leaders of the Shingeomdan are being wasted here? If you had listened to me without delay, those fools would have been beheaded long ago.”

“It’s a rough terrain where you don’t know how much power you’ll need. The range is also very wide. If you subtract the power you need to keep in your home, you’ll have some room to spare… … .”

“That damn standing force.”

The swordsman waved his hands as if he was shocked.

“What is the point of that principle now? The Lord of the Imperial Palace is away. The whole world is looking down on the Imperial Palace, so do you intend to stick to tradition? The warmth of the place where he once slept will have disappeared by now. The decision of the Grand Master and Shin Chang is needed… .”

Unpredictable words and actions.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I think it’s safe to leave now.

‘It must be the Forbidden City clan in Beijing.’

Jeong Yeon-shin guessed the bastard’s identity. She felt the light running down her thigh muscles that had expanded explosively and reaching the Yongcheon point on her heel.

The cool and hot texture ran through my blood vessels. It was cast even though it wasn’t my intention.

Lightness, ten-mile light.

The body itself realizes the images that are formed in the unconscious.

There was a huge dent underfoot. The stone floor shattered with a crunching sound, and soon dust and debris exploded out, leaving behind a circular shockwave.

At the same time, a hazy, misty light followed his heels.

bang!

It rushed in as if tearing apart the space.

The round table in the conference room grew rapidly larger in my sight, while a strong wind blew hard against my ears and tossed my hair back.

In the wind that cut my face like a knife, various shapes came into view.

When Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu draws his sword from the closest distance.

Jin Myeong-jo, the divine blood demon who sat on one side with his entire body wrapped in black robe, immediately began to show off his sophisticated aura as soon as his eyes met Jeong Yeon-shin’s, and Ak Soo-rim behind him completely revealed his eyes that seemed to be blazing with black lightning.

Yunsoyu was drawing a dark trajectory with a sword strike that lived up to his nickname, Black Cloud Sword.

The sword rising from his waist carved a diagonal line. Jeong Yeon-shin had to pass by her first to get to the seat next to him at the head of the round table.

‘Work together.’

Jeongyeonshin did not stop the rush.

thud-

Just before the sword of the Yullyeongdaegu grazed his neck, he pressed down on the blade with his palm.

The formless sword wind surrounding the blade shook violently as if it was trying to tear apart his grip, but his body soon dispersed the power of his long sword into five lines, cutting off each and every strand of the sword strike.

For a brief moment there was a loud noise. It was as if the paper was being torn roughly.

An exchange of hands that takes place in an extremely subtle realm.

It took a split second for him to press the sword with his palm and swing it sideways.

In the midst of the rush, the space completely opened up. Unable to withstand the impact of the collision, Jeong Yeon-shin’s sleeves were torn to pieces and lifted up, but not a single drop of blood was splashed.

“… … !”

The eyes of Ma Gwang-ik-ju and Yul-ryeong-dae-ju, who were rapidly getting closer, met.

Yunsoyu’s eyebrows rose. By the time the noble clan’s eyes belatedly flashed blue light and perceived the other person’s identity, Jeongyeonshin had passed by on her left and was gone.

The destruction method was close to perfection. Even its operation was thrillingly instantaneous.

In a fast-paced area where everything around is extremely slow.

The atmosphere in the room changed. It was a place where there was no one who could not see the work. The young man stepped onto the large round table, leaving behind countless questions, surprises, and confusion.

Kwajik―

A crack appeared in the round table where his feet had stepped.

Long gold lines are engraved in all directions, like a bridge skimming the air and racing.

Swish!

Several flashes of light passed over his right arm like cold flames. They were the blasts of those who did not recognize Jeongyeonshin.

Sharp threads and swords were pushed back behind her. None of them could properly reach the constellation fog that wrapped around Jeongyeonshin’s heels.

The young man stretched out one leg as he passed the eerie flash without hesitation.

It looked like he was trying to land by stepping on the sword wave of the swordsman with each method. The trajectory was like a ray of light. The rebound power of the extraordinary lightness was properly applied.

A thud and a cloud of dust rose up from all directions.

He stepped on the end of the sword hilt of the swordsman who was swinging his sword across the round table and pushed it back, and the shockwave that occurred at the point of impact roughly swept through the room. A tremendous amount of shockwave swept through the surrounding area.

“… … .”

A heavy silence weighed down on the surroundings. Only the sound of falling stones was eerie.

“Your words are excessive.”

Even if they are the same king, they can’t talk about a bed to the lord of the castle. – Jeong Yeon-shin lowered his leg and spoke quietly.

The Grand General, who had suddenly stood up right next to me, had a strange expression on his face.

He examined the young man’s features with eyes like a shaman who has discovered a hundred-year-old ginseng. He seemed to sense the light and confirm his identity.

Aksurim, who had raised his head to the level of the Grand Master’s thick beard, looked up at Jeongyeonshin without even blinking.