Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 369

Tax expert (4)

It is not common for a season to deal with armor.

It is no exaggeration to say that there are only three widely known martial arts in the world.

The northern tribes, the military opposing them, and the ten military commanders of Sacheon Castle.

The martial artists enjoy the order created by the country, but they shamelessly carry around blades without any qualifications, but the act of putting on armor privately is an act that is closer to treason than such sword-wearing.

That is why the Ten Commandments came to be called the Thirteen Heavenly Commandments.

He appointed a retired general who had been in charge of one axis of the northern front as his commander-in-chief, and cleverly distorted the country’s laws using his connections, skills, and the geographical advantage of the isolated Sichuan.

That is how the Gapju Martial Arts, which was personally compiled by the ten best martial artists, came into the world.

As the main martial art that made the Sipjeonmun threaten the two major factions of Sacheonseong and the Tang clan, and put them on par with Sunmaryeon.

“… … .”

Silence followed.

Tangmun, Sipjeonmun, Cheongseongpa, Amipa, and Sunmaryeon.

It was a gathering of the best martial artists known even in the harsh world of martial arts in Sichuan. There was no one who had not mastered the techniques.

It was reflected equally in everyone’s eyes.

The sight of Chungsimcheolcheonggong, a famous swordsman with a reputation for more than a dozen martial arts in addition to the eighteen arts of the Eighteen Ban Weapons, colliding with the young man in black robe and destroying himself.

Thud-

Blood, flesh, and pieces of iron that had been flying high into the sky from the violent explosion stuck to the ground.

Traces of the pitiful appearance of Jeong Chu-gon, the great general of Myeongju. The vanguard of the ten military schools was the first to be humbled according to his position.

Among them.

The young man wearing a black robe stared blankly at the ten-story building without even looking at the remains of the corpse.

With a bluish glow covering the entire body at first glance.

It was an incredible sight.

Not only to Jeokunryong, who had previously shouted out the identity of Myeongjuhwiseong at the main gate of the Tang family, but also to the Sipmunju who had been staring blankly at Jeongyeonshin, wondering what might happen to the vanguard under his command.

“Chugon.”

The ten-man warrior facing Jeong Yeon-shin muttered. The sunlight was shining faintly on the eyes of the peerless master who had been through countless battlefields.

In the Sacheon Ten-Ten Masters, the masters with the same distribution as the clan leader are usually the clan leader’s subordinates and disciples at the same time.

This means that most of those representing the school are old comrades. Myeongju Hwiseong Jeong Chugon also followed the Sipmunju from the north.

“… You’ve created an impressive piece of armor.”

The ten-pronged expert spoke slowly.

The aerodynamic waves that had been violently clawing at the ground beneath his feet suddenly died down.

At the same time, the shine disappeared from his silver armor, and soon an oddly heavy silence began to fill the surroundings.

He has completely absorbed such a powerful energy wave into his body.

Jeongyeonshin slightly lowered her eyelids.

‘I didn’t gain any energy.’

The upper part of my head felt an incredibly heavy weight.

It feels like he has collected the basics of wide-area martial arts that can be used in melee combat, and has adopted the use of true energy that is suitable for one-on-one life-or-death situations.

Even after being possessed by the Blood Flame Cult Leader, the reason why he was known as an absolute ruler of the world was revealed.

The ten-year expert opened his mouth with a blank expression.

“Who else in the world would deceive others with such inaction as Yeo Ryeong Ju? At best, they would be the gray dwarves of the dark night, or the lowly northern warriors.”

“There are a lot.”

“Magwangikju Jeongyeonshin. You weren’t just lying.”

“The tongue is long.”

“I didn’t believe you at first. I’ve seen your face before without any baby fat… … .”

“… … .”

“But now that I look back, it seems like it’s completely transformed.”

If not, who else would make such a fool of someone his age? – Sipmunju continued his story as if he was racking his brain alone.

“Gwang and Juha also have their orders in your hands.”

The swordsman Dokgo Kwang and the woman in the play Mangwolgwang Yeojuha.

They are the best of the ten masters. Jeong Yeon-shin remembered them.

They were the enemies who killed several of Ma Gwang-ik’s soldiers before he was about to create the Neungbeop Gwangryungi.

‘I had such a comfortable time.’

It was when Jeong Yeon-shin felt the shortcomings of short-term battles.

“Come to think of it, one of the Iphwangseong’s children has cut off many of my hands and feet. It’s funny.”

The moment he finished speaking, the Ten Commandments Master’s hand moved in segmented movements from top to bottom like the flapping of a moth’s wings.

Before he knew it, he was holding a sword in his hand, as if it were a lie. The sound of the sword being drawn was not heard even for a moment.

‘That’s a martial art.’

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had her hand on the nameless divine sword, stared into the calm, sunken eyes of the Ten Specialists.

The ten most important martial arts.

I’ve heard it. It’s said that Ma Gwang-ik’s Ma Gwang-gyeol is similar. He said that he used the body-management technique as a martial arts formula.

“Come.”

The ten-pronged swordsman flicked his sword and said.

It was as if a senior in the martial arts world was treating a junior, and as the Thirteen Heavenly Lords, he did not recognize the blackness of the Ip Hwang Seong as being on the same level.

Whatever his true feelings, it was inevitable. It had to be done in order to establish the prestige of the Daemun sect.

The room was in an uproar.

“The King of Hwajungam has metamorphosed…?”

“The Lord said so. It must be true.”

“Then he couldn’t have come alone. He must have brought other guys with him… … .”

“I guess I should go check right away.”

“There are two thirteen heavenly hosts! No matter how black the Emperor is, he is nothing more than bait!”

It was the direction of the Sipjeonmun and Sunmaryeon. The eyes of those who were glaring at Jeongyeonshin were dazzling due to their tyrannical power.

“Look at that sword!”

“Isn’t this a trace of the forging of the Wolgong method? It is only passed down to the direct lineage.”

“The luster is strange… Is it a true silver glow? That’s something you can only get from the dragon’s formation… … .”

“Hwajungam King! It is Eun-gong!”

“It seems that the Duke and Duchess have intervened.”

“Stop it! Don’t let me hit your back!”

While the short masters of the Tang sect each looked greatly surprised and readjusted their daggers, long needles, and flags, shouts erupted from both sides demanding that no one be allowed to escape.

Hwaaaaak!

The air inside the room ripples translucently.

It was a place where the masters of the 13th Heaven, the 8th Heaven, and the Nine Sects were facing off.

The air ripples with the power of the unmanned forces, each practicing a different art, and soon the murderous spirit of the battlefield explodes once again.

An old man’s laughter echoed heavily. A hearty laugh. The immense power contained in the voice suppressed all the energy in the room.

It was magic.

[The kid’s antics are quite cute. Let’s hang out together sometime.]

Phew!

The dust rose and spread downwards.

As the wall surrounding the manor shook precariously, the stones rolling on the ground dug into the ground themselves.

Those who had been shouting suddenly raised their faces with changed expressions. Some even muttered as if they were sleeping.

“Pure Marianju… …!”

Another peerless master. An old man with a long white beard, as if he were a god.

He is even the absolute ruler of the magical path that branched off from the Myunggyo sect. You never know when he might change his words and strike you back.

If it is a combined attack by the Ten Elemental Master and the Pure Mare Master, even Jeongyeonshin will have to be prepared to die.

He sensed the presence of the old man floating in the air far away without even turning his head.

In the first place, I was paying more attention to that than the Sipmunju. It was because of the young man who was being toyed around by the Sunmaryeonju while clinging to the cliff at the end of the estate like a spider.

‘The white warrior of nature.’

I remember meeting him briefly at the Giju branch of Sacheon when I was handing over the secret of Jeonggadonggong to my maternal grandfather. I couldn’t leave him like that.

“You’re taking the long shot. I heard your martial arts are known for taking short shots.”

It was when the ten-year-old master, who had met his eyes, muttered as if he was rather disappointed.

Jeongyeonshin spun the wheel of light in her heart around. Along with that, an image of a sword appeared in her mind.

After achieving a complete transformation and the Three Flowers and the Three Spirits, he looks sharper than ever.

‘I can sleep well.’

With an indifferent expression on his face, he aimed the sword in his heart at the Ten Commandments.

“hmm?”

In that moment, a pure white sword strike rose like a wave from the ten-year-old’s grasp.

Extreme reaction speed. The moment it judged that an attack had been made, its body moved on its own.

There was a noise like a wad of paper being roughly torn apart by a blade that was tearing the air in place.

That was what Jeongyeonshin was aiming for. Because he had mastered the magic light technique similar to that of the bastard’s Zengchunmu.

‘Seonryong.’

He erased the sword in his mind for a split second, raised a fan, and placed it over the sword at his waist.

At the same time, a ray of light shot straight through the air with a tremendous noise from the scabbard.

Seonryongihwagyeol, Eogumsul.

Oh my god!

A circular shockwave burst out of the air, creating a single, massive ripple.

At the same time that the aura from the energies of the masters in the room was blasted out in all directions, a tsunami-like vibration surged forward and swept away the ground.

Through that gap, the new model of the pure-bred sniper quickly descended. At a speed close to falling. The empty road could not withstand the recoil.

It was not the expression of the absolute ruler of the devil who treated everything as a game, but the wrinkled face looking at Jeongyeonshin was filled with surprise that he could not hide.

widely-

“They say you are the blood of a traitor.”

The old man who had come down to the ground narrowed his eyebrows.

like that.

A spectacle was created that took the breath away of the hundreds of people who filled the auditorium.

The ten-pronged sword and the pure magic sword, the Hwajungam King of Sacheon.

If you ask a hundred martial artists, ninety-nine of them will have no choice but to tell you about the miserable fate of King Hwajungam.

It was also a burden to Jeong Yeon-shin. If she started sharing her hands with them, she would inevitably not be able to protect the Tang family’s carriage.

That’s why the level of martial arts was revealed.

Since each of them will take extreme care of their own bodies, it is understood that there is no way to gain anything by sharing hands with Jeongyeonshin in this situation.

Even though he is one of the thirteen heavenly lords, he is fundamentally a non-man of the Sima Oedo. If he had not pursued personal glory, he would not have become one of the thirteen heavenly lords.

Sunmaryeonju showed off his yellow teeth.

“You raised a monster in Ip Hwang Seong. My disciple should have killed you a long time ago.”

“No, he grew up alone. I heard it from Yeo Ryeong-ju.”

It was a response from a ten-year-old expert. Sunmaryeonju shook her head as if to say, “What do you think?”

“It’s quite a sight to see an old man at that age. I’m in a very difficult situation.”

The party gate they invaded.

It is a family with a very long history.

It was the custom that the prestigious schools contained mysteries accumulated over a long period of time.

From the entrance of the Tang gate to the inner courtyard, there were various poisons, Buddhist treasures, and secret weapons, such as the Subojinsik, Amryonggugujin, Gwiwangryeong, and Cheonroihwajin.

The last battle of the Sacheon Dangmun is difficult even for the most skilled warriors to handle.

The Sega system of organ cultivation was unrivaled, known as the best in the world in terms of poison, medicine, and blacksmithing.

This was the reason why the Sipmunju and Sunmaryeonju, who were looking at Jeongyeonshin at this moment, could not easily come out.

Not in perfect condition.

There is no need to consider it when dealing with sewage.

But not now.

The two peerless masters had suddenly adopted an arrogant attitude, as if they were treating all things in the world as insignificant.

“What are you going to do?”

The ten-man specialist asked, putting the sword he had been swinging alone back into its scabbard.

As if he had never been angry at the death of his subordinate. Even Sima Wei’s conduct as a peerless master was surprisingly flexible.

Sunmaryeonju, who caught a glimpse of that behavior, laughed heartily and nodded at Jeongyeonshin.

“Oh, even though you are quite strong, you can’t handle two of them. I don’t think you would think we would take turns and join hands with you.”

“It’s shabby.”

Jeong Yeon-shin responded calmly and slightly spread her hands down.

Before he knew it, the Dangga siblings’ divine sword was floating behind his back, emitting a chilling light.

Even though he didn’t emit any special energy, an overwhelming aura flowed from his entire body. It was the transcendence characteristic of a peerless master.

He slowly moved his lips away.

“We can work together.”

“… … .”

The audience was speechless.