Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 383

◈ World (7)

The divine sword Yeorye was caught in Jeongyeonshin’s hand. It was flowing back from Geumsimunju’s abdomen like water.

It is an empty space with a small view of Unhoebong Peak.

Two people stayed.

Hwaruk.

Geumsimunju, whose entire body is covered in a blue salt, lowers his head slightly toward Jeongyeonshin.

The sparks flying like feathers from the nape of her neck follow her small nod. She looks like an incarnation of the golden bird that devours dragons.

Rather than being auspicious, it felt like an extremely high sense of transcendence.

“It was a little sharp.”

A clear voice rang out softly.

Jeongyeonshin glanced at Geumsimunju’s narrow abdomen.

It shines through the blue flames.

There was a faint trace of blood on the golden front. A trace of a sword. The skin seemed to be slightly torn. That was all.

‘This is an outrageous self-defense move.’

The speed and strength of the internal energy barrier’s generation, as well as its ability to absorb and disperse power, were incredible. It was incomparable to the enemies I had faced so far.

Swish.

The best in Sacheon reaches out.

It was a sight aimed at Jeongyeonshin’s forehead. Golden waves spread out from the tips of her white fingers.

The wave that had previously tied up Jeong Yeon-shin’s body like a statue. The strong wind that had been violently lifting the hems of their clothes suddenly died down.

A blue light flashed across Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes.

‘The giraffe’s heart is a transformation of the old man.’

From the grip holding the sword, white and red waves overlap like waves and extend out towards the sword.

The result of the monthly harmony is the blood of Marajin. It is not a simultaneous operation. It is a continuous alternation of short bursts of energy.

The veins on the back of Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand twitched.

The divine sword Yeol-rae, wrapped in a red and white air current, struck a large golden wave.

Phew!

Golden waves disperse left and right like foam.

The divine technique of blocking the movement of the true spirit and putting the brakes on the opponent’s body was destroyed for the second time.

But Geumsimunju’s beautiful face was still expressionless. In the strong wind that blew again, only her short black hair swayed upward.

She licked her lips.

It was as fast as performing a lip-surgery.

“Bongmyeong (縫鳴).”

The clear voices overlap in several layers. It feels as if several Geumsimunju are speaking at the same time. It is a mantra unique to the Sulbeopmu Gong.

Not even in the blink of an eye after she had just exchanged moves, a huge golden halo of light formed a ring around her palm.

It was translucent, yet extremely dark. In an instant, it grew in size like a tidal wave, swallowing up Jeongyeonshin and passing by.

In that moment, the energy that had been flowing through his entire body stopped in that state.

‘It’s changed.’

Jeongyeonshin thought.

With the short mantra of ‘Bongmyeong’, Geumsimunju’s temperament changed. His presence became faint, as if he had taken refuge in another world.

If a ghost appears, will it be like that? It was similar to what I felt about Zhuge Liang once.

The art of drinking and martial arts, the art of the dragon.

It seemed like he was making the art of blockade even stronger and faster. He was using the power of the Chicheon Yongsalgong to a fatal degree.

Unlike the Zhuge Liang family, he did not seem to have prepared formations, techniques, or dharma treasures separately.

Phew!

Geumsimunju’s face filled his field of vision. He walked in midair. He raised his leg and closed the distance between him and Jeongyeonshin.

In an instant, they got closer. Her palm, enveloped in a dazzling gold light, touched the empty space in front of Jeongyeonshin’s abdomen.

In that place, a golden light flashed loudly, tearing up and down like lightning.

It hits without even touching. It was a fierce battle.

Kwaaaaaaaang―!

A blurry shockwave swept across the sky.

Jeongyeonshin’s new form was slammed vertically into the ground. It only took a split second for her back to bounce back up with a loud thud as it collided with the ground.

His lips were licked as he naturally raised his body using the Iron Plate Bridge technique, and blood flowed out.

Even in the midst of all this, Jeong Yeon-shin bravely did not miss Yeo-roe’s swordsmanship.

A slight earthquake spread around the ground where he had stepped. It was the aftermath of the blast he had just received. It was like this even though a considerable amount of force had been channeled into the ground.

My abdomen ached. It was as if my muscles were being torn left and right while being twisted here and there.

The fascia was ruptured. Fortunately, the internal organs that were crushed at once returned to their original state. It was the power of Jeong Ga-dong-gong that reached Daeseong.

Unhoebong.

We returned to the hill where the Bimu Festival began.

The scene was different from a moment ago. The crowds that filled the mountainside were empty here and there. The monks of the Amipa were nowhere to be seen.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked forward while stitching her abdominal fascia with Jin-gi.

Sabak.

My eyes met with Geumsimunju’s as she landed softly. Her eyes looked like melted gold. Her eyes, which had already turned golden, were urging me to defeat.

No one in the crowd dared to open their mouths.

It was the place where the Sacheon Jeilin reigned among the Sacheon people. It was different from when there were ten experts.

“I can forgive you once. Let it be a net.”

Geumsimunju spoke softly.

It was the same story as before. The role of restraining the movements of the dragon with the Mancheonhwawoo. There seemed to be no people in her mind. It seemed to be filled only with images of dragons.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“A technique to block the movement of true energy. Is it a martial art?”

“It’s a magic trick.”

He speaks coolly. He seems to have no sense of caution.

It wasn’t just the Absolute’s leisure that approached. Jeong Yeon-shin thought that Geum Si-mun-ju was quite good at provocation.

“Why are you saving Mancheonhwawoo instead of using it on Jiaolong?”

“The magic doesn’t work.”

Geumsimunju responded calmly.

Jeongyeonshin nodded inwardly. The ability to control nature was not effective against a spirit that could be considered the pinnacle of brute strength.

It seemed that I could only strike with the internal energy technique derived from the true energy extraction, a form in which I had completely digested the energy through study. It was a principle that I should know when thinking of the purple martial arts.

“Didn’t you say that my Mancheonhwawoo’s Hwahu was lacking some time ago?”

“Depth? It’s like that when catching people. Dragons are different in size, so strength is important.”

“Why do you insist on catching the dragon?”

“That’s the way it is. Why are you curious? Are you going to get started?”

Geumsimunju asks with a sharp pronunciation. Before she knows it, she is covering the side of the gourd that was cracked by Jeongyeonshin’s sword with her lips.

It seemed as if he wanted to lick up all the alcohol that had formed like dew.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin silently took a step forward and stared at her. She still felt like a ghost or a vague presence like smoke.

While displaying a behavior that is completely independent of the child, he maintains a ‘fellowship’ state. So that he can be subdued at any time.

“There are two forms of Chicheon Yongsalgong. When dealing with people, it uses both magical and magical techniques, and when hunting spirits, it only uses the powerful Balgyeong.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke with a clear look in her eyes. Geum Si-mun-ju lifted her lips from the bottle and nodded.

“Yeah. Both are the same as the Bunchun Chamryongshik.”

“My martial arts pursue a short decisive battle. There aren’t many changes right now.”

“I guessed it. Why are you telling me?”

“Because martial artists value appearance.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke as she thought of the Dangga siblings. To be honest, at this moment, the stability of the people’s livelihood was secondary.

The enemy of Yongbongsangdok. He is carrying a thunderbolt and wants to take revenge as a martial artist. That is why he told me about Seomye Mu-maek. It was a show of respect typical of martial artists.

Perhaps sensing his murderous intent, Geumsimunju furrowed her brows.

“If you die, Mancheonhwawoo… What happened to the Tang family children? Are they doing well? Or should I recruit the Tang family head?”

No answer came back.

Jeongyeonshin’s body disappeared as if it was distorted in place.

Oh my god!

The sight of Geumsimunju swinging his sword in front of her. Dust rose up like waves to the left and right of the divine sword Yeoreui’s pure white blade.

Then a whitish shock wave spread out, shaking the ground violently.

It was the beginning.

The hands and feet of the two people were mingled. The light of Yeollei’s sword began to flash continuously.

The golden waves of the Chicheon Yongsal Gong, which emits immense pressure, blend with the light waves of the Wolyeong Johwa Gyeol and Mara Jinhyeol Gong sword strikes. A sight of white and red threads unraveling from the golden fog.

Jeez, jeez! Kwaaang!

It was different from before. It wasn’t a short exchange of blows.

Jeongyeonshin poured out all the ingredients of the Geomryeoseomryungsik.

Even though it was a short distance, he quickly closed the gap between his sword and the Golden Shimoonju with the Shimgeukgirin, and in the midst of the storm of light waves that roughly struck his skin, he released the power compressed in his sword with the Jeichō Nine Walls.

When the two hands of the Golden Shimenju, who was surrounded by gold mines, exploded with shockwaves like wall-force bullets, the counterattack light sword Yeorin, which originated from the red flower of the Taeyeonryong, drew a dizzying trajectory and scattered the shockwaves.

bang!

My vision shook for a moment. It was right after a sudden golden ripple swept over my body.

The fist of Geumsimunju was lodged in Jeongyeonshin’s temple, where all the propulsive powers in his body had stopped.

The shock wave that spread out in a circular shape from the bullet continued to dig into the two people’s feet endlessly, making a crunching sound.

The state of the sealing technique of the Bunchun Chamryongshik. The powerful sealing technique is used quickly like a ray of light.

Cool-

Jeongyeonshin vomited blood.

For a moment, the faces of the Dangga siblings appeared and disappeared in his dazed mind. Along with the self-defense weapons they had given him, forming a cluster of stars.

He thought, not yet.

“You, Mattjip… Should I use a sword? Your sword skills are more subtle.”

As Geumsimunju opened her round eyes even wider and muttered, Jeongyeonshin slammed her hand down with her left elbow and released the arrow in her right hand.

“Oh my god? No.”

Woof―!

It rang out along with the clear voice of the Golden Moon. Once again, a golden halo swept through the surroundings.

Jeongyeonshin caught the falling Yeoreo and spun around in place, losing strength.

Damn it!

It was the Geomryeoseomneung style again.

My hands began to tremble slightly. The more I repeated the blows, the more the shocks piled up. Each blow of Geumsimunju was incredibly strong.

I had a gut feeling that if I didn’t immediately release the force of the blow into my entire body’s muscles, that part would burst.

Phew!

The Geumsimunju’s explosive device exploded at close range. The flesh on Jeongyeonshin’s right shoulder and left thigh exploded with blood.

My wrist is gradually becoming unresponsive.

My meridians felt like they were being torn apart. The battle itself was like a hell of suffering.

Time, which had not been on his side since birth, was dulling his body and mind. He could not count the seconds that had passed.

The only thing that was hot was the feeling of being dizzy.

It seemed as if his entire body had turned white from the point of Baekhoe. Even the fluff on his skin was thoroughly analyzing the light waves emitted by the opponent.

How is the True Energy Blockade done? Is the Golden Moon Ju’s ability to break even the scales of a dragon really only this much? If I were to pull out the Neungbeop Gwangryungi here, what kind of clash would it have with the Chicheon Yongsalgong?

My vision became blurry.

Only the trajectories drawn by Geumsimunju’s hands and feet were clear.

As the Chamryongcheonrinshinsul, which involves climbing the body of a dragon, rose at extreme speed, Jeongyeonshin’s bright blue eyes scanned the direction of her pelvic muscles, knees, and the tip of her feet.

It’s a habit. Every form of eating has been engraved into my subconscious little by little.

A familiar state of selflessness was coming upon me.

There was no immediate hope of victory. Only one topic of conversation had a clear presence in my mind.

He thought.

How about Dharma and Jang Sam-bong?

Great masters who used the power of the Buddha and the power of the Taoist Three Heavenly Swords in their lifetimes. Are they also destined to be defeated by a master of the Chicheon Yongsalgong?

‘No way.’

If so, then you should think about it.

What is martial arts?

A seemingly insignificant question crossed Jeongyeonshin’s mind for the first time.

Something distinctly different from before was pounding on my head. It was along with the thoughts that arose while biting the tail of the topic.

A hundred years of effort by a person and a year of diligence by a person.

‘Does time matter…?’

ha-

It was when he began to forget to exhale and inhale.

The immense shock to his entire body brought him back to consciousness. The explosion from the Geumsimunju’s long sword. A lightning-like vibration ran from his sword to his hands and feet.

“I don’t want to do it anymore.”

Geumsimunju, who had been looking away from Jeongyeonshin, spoke. A faint sense of embarrassment flashed through her golden eyes and then disappeared.

“what…?”

“You should be angry enough. If you don’t listen to me, don’t come to Sacheon again.”

The first person in Sacheon said.

Jeongyeonshin tilted her head slightly to the side. Her hair, now stained with blood, fell down her shoulders, but she felt no particular pain from the wound that exposed her bones.

There are occasional rumors that a monk who was prevented from attaining enlightenment committed suicide out of resentment.

Jeongyeonshin didn’t understand. She still doesn’t understand now.

His talent is lightning. He illuminates even the unconscious. He never misses or forgets a single clue.

The surrounding area where spiders have begun to fall.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her lips.

“One second.”

“huh?”

“Let’s just have a fight. It’s a matter of life and death.”

“No. Do it with that old bastard. I’m sick of it.”

Sabak.

Geumsimunju turned around. The ground, which had been dug up deeply like a furrow made by a giant, was lightly stepped on by her Danghye.

Jeongyeonshin bit her lips without being seen.

The Jinsimunju’s True Dragon Heavenly Lin Shinsul is a peerless divine technique. It can also be used as a light attack with the thrust light wave.

Jeongyeonshin’s current physical condition is not enough to keep up. It would be the same even if she were to cast the Ten-Li Light Skill.

“Let’s not see each other again.”

It was right after she said that.

Kookookookook―

The military spirit rippled faintly around them. The energy of the group. A huge number of aerodynamic waves faintly rippled through the atmosphere.

I could feel their intent to kill the enemies gathered at the foot of the mountain. There were not just one or two, there seemed to be at least several hundred of them.

It was a total mess.

There have been many ups and downs that Jeongyeon Shin has experienced.

The aura that weighs heavily on the atmosphere is called Paegeomjong, the magical energy that spreads fiercely like countless blades is called Sunmaryeon, the wave that emits heavy military energy with the clanking sound of armor is called Sipjeonmun, and the hunters who display their free-spirited martial arts with all kinds of magical weapons are called Geumsimun… … .

It’s not just them. This number cannot be gathered without mobilizing the sects under the mountain.

There were also a number of ronin selling their sword skills for a few mun of food and copper.

The war that had started with a non-violent battle took a sharp turn. It was entering a completely new phase.

[The play of Geumsimunju ended earlier than expected! While the Ami and Cheongseong’s bullies are bickering below, I must kill Ma Gwangikju!]

The summit of the vast Unhoebong Mountain.

As if they had activated the Gongwolmu, the three Ten Masters appeared, leading a large crowd of people.

It was a martial arts army.

The majority did not stand in line and come up. Those who came up from all directions landed and began to fill the area.

The sight of the extremely dense air waves and the bushes cutting themselves off and withering came into Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

“… … .”

We were surrounded.

Geumsimunju hasn’t returned yet. He is staring blankly at Jeongyeonshin with his body turned diagonally.

The ten-man army was lifting up the eighteen weapons scattered around them one by one.

The elite of the thirteen heavenly kingdoms are lined up. The Qingshui Jinren was deeply wounded by the Jinshimunju, and it is difficult to find Baekyak Satae’s whereabouts as he belatedly chased after Sunmaryeonju.

Desperate situation.

I had expected that this situation might arise.

In the chaotic times of the Four Heavenly Kings, he prioritized the opportunity to strike down the three thirteen heavenly lords above all else.

Because there was no chance of winning in the breakwater battle, I couldn’t abandon the party that was in a difficult situation.

[Even if we go, we must cut off that bastard’s head. If we let him live here, he will come back with some kind of trouble.]

The ten experts spoke. Jeong Yeon-shin looked over them one by one as if she was going to take them down.

“You answer the question with a thousand and one words… You’ve completely lost face.”

[You have to weigh the pros and cons of the task. A kid is a kid.]

“Your achievements in the Demonic Law are outstanding. Do you know the Ip-Hwang-Shin-Hyeop of Ma-Gwang-Ik? He must be your rival. Although, I don’t have the personality to pretend to be dead like you… .”

[… … .]

Apart from the silence of the Ten Commandments, the cool sunset over Unhoebong gradually grew darker. The waves of energy from those who formed the encirclement were extremely dense.

It was enough to create a huge, intangible barrier. At some point, not even the wind blew.

It was just quiet.

“Hwajungam King. I am the head of the Jongeommun (尊劍門) school, which I learned from the Paegeom sect and opened at Nojubu.”

A swordsman with a swordsman’s scar on his cheek stepped forward.

“As the leader of the Shingumdan, declare that you will no longer interfere with the martial arts world of Sacheon.”

“Come and tell me with a letter with the official seal. Then I will listen.”

Jeongyeon Shin stood there dumbfounded and spoke slowly.

‘no way……?’

He felt a strange sensation even as hundreds of pairs of eyes scanned his body. His heartbeat was deep.

The throbbing movement was also strong. For the first time in my life, I felt a great excitement. It was the first time that I could not believe my own feelings.

‘really?’

The question and answer was meaningless.

Coming.

From afar.

Familiar waves and unfamiliar sounds rush in, mercilessly tearing through the wide-open senses.

It was an incredible speed.

Did we start out together in the same place? How could that be possible?

“A famine has been raging across the world for a long time. The time has come to shake off the oppression of the Imperial City. Official duties are inviolable… The world’s martial arts masters will begin to cut off the fingers of the Divine Sword Sect one by one… … .”

at that time.

The outskirts of the siege.

bang!

A large flag was planted diagonally. In an instant, the blue cloth flapped long and hard with an incredibly strong backlash.

There were six characters engraved on it. The strokes were so light that they seemed as if they would fly away.

Divine Sword Corps Burning Pit Squad.

“Shin Geum Dan, So Yeon Dae… …?”

One of the unmanned units of Cheonrajimang muttered absentmindedly. It was a unit of the military known for its superior defense power.

Right after.

Boom! Boom!

Blood transfusion.

The Ultimate War.

The dust rose up like a waterfall in reverse. The flags were planted one by one or simultaneously as if they were surrounding the heavenly net.

The vibrations from the immense internal energy of the Hwahu swept through all directions. While the siege net became as still as if frozen, Unhoebong continued to shake.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Kukukung―!

Shingeomdae, Myeongryudae, Yeouicheon, Cheonryongdae, Yullyeongdae, Cheonrimdae, Seonmokryeong, Changcheondae, Myeolseomdae… … .

The frosty silence was constantly broken, but not a single expert spoke.

He just looked around in silent shock, as if the mere flags were something more than just new recruits.

and.

Kwaaaaang―!

The flag was planted next to Jeong Yeon-shin. The flagpole, unable to bear the shock, shook violently. The orange-tinged, dim sunlight swept down over the words, ‘Shingeomdan Ma Gwang-ik.’

He raised his head.

Beyond the flags fluttering in the wind.

The invisible waves of energy emitted by a dozen or so people overlapped like a tidal wave. Those walking with their backs to the sunset. The black sleeves of their clothes fluttered in all directions.