Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 392

◈ Carpet

Dark battle.

It is a rare sect in the world.

Among the noble clans, those who have faded in splendor gathered together. They secretly competed to be the best in the world.

The art of secretly shooting an arrow through a sword was said to be more lethal than any assassin’s blow.

In fact, they filled their bellies with murder. They were a sect that was skilled at killing people for money from the wealthy.

There are bound to be many enemies. They are experts at creating hideouts, and they have hidden their sect with the secret techniques of a famous clan, so much so that they have never revealed their true identity over a long period of time.

He said he didn’t even know about Haomen and Gaebong.

The location itself meant that it was like a legend of the Gangho. There were countless stories that arose from awe and fear.

It periodically descends south from the underground of the North Sea Ice Palace, and it is clear that it has dug into the stump of the Heavenly Tree in Beijing and is hiding there… … .

“That dark battle was in our city?”

“no way.”

“What are their identities… Instead of doing this here, shouldn’t we be looking at them from the beginning?”

The people who had quietly hidden themselves behind walls and windows were all whispering among themselves.

Jeongyeon Shin lowered her eyebrows slightly.

As I continued to push the light ring that arose from my heart into my sword, the air around me began to ripple gently.

The vibration of the air force generated by the blade creates a humming sound. Sword song. It was a season that was once created with inspiration from the crown prince of this country.

He didn’t start right away.

This is the big city of Guizhou. Even on the outskirts where there are no city walls, there are many common people.

What was spread out before my eyes was a desolate plain, but I couldn’t immediately cast my sword while there was a cluster of houses behind me. I needed time to adjust my energy.

‘Forward only… It’ll take a while.’

The act of determining the direction of a wide-area season.

It is not easy. The original meaning of a first-class strategy is to use the true energy according to a set path.

The sword that possesses the secret of yin emptiness fundamentally has a form that does not distinguish between enemies and enemies. Determining the direction of yin emptiness belatedly is no different from revising the sword from the beginning.

‘Hold your breath.’

Jeongyeonshin thought to herself as she looked at the sword.

It was completely different from the past when the casting itself put a strain on Baekhoehyeol.

After Hwan-Gol-Tal-Tae and Sam-Hwa-Chwi-Jeong brought him to the realm of the unrivaled, he took in the years of absolute masters of the world with his whole body.

He had a sword in his hand.

Kiiiiiing!

At this moment, the flow of true energy rippling from the blade begins to be completely controlled under your grip.

Every single vibration from that movement flowed out in perfect accordance with Jeongyeonshin’s will, like the sound of a flute swaying up and down.

The Emperor of Myeolseomdaeju watched Jeongyeonshin from afar.

“The wave was completely trapped in the sword.”

An indescribable emotion flashed through his eyes as he crossed his arms. It was because he had sensed the skill of the aerodynamic waves converging in one direction as if adding a twist.

He had seen Jeong Yeon-shin’s swordsmanship during the mission to destroy the Hwangbo family. It was the moment when Seomyeo, who had just turned blue, dared to ask for a solo mission and showed off her abilities.

‘It’s definitely different.’

There is a difference between mud that has been roughly applied and smooth pottery. That is the extent of the level of internal energy management. He thought.

This next purple one is said to be unrivaled in terms of single-strike explosive martial arts and true energy mastery. If the surrounding black ones assist in the right direction, an incredible sight will be seen.

“It has charm.”

“Well, if he has the looks of that guy, he could just play the flute… … .”

It was the Sunmokryungju Cheon Soso and the Cheonryongdaeju Wi Ji-geuk. They were seen quietly retreating together with their fellow Daejus.

Aksurim, who had been smiling happily on the side, was grabbed by the back of the neck by Bukgung-ah and dragged behind.

The senior blacks watched on. They had an attitude of not caring what their juniors of the same rank were doing.

I just watched Jeongyeonshin’s every move closely. Whether it was openly or covertly.

That was when.

A middle-aged man stepped out from among the onlookers.

“Don’t create a sense of discomfort for no reason. Outsiders are attracting too much attention. The situation is already tense because there isn’t enough grain, so why do you have to draw your swords here and act like a circus troupe?”

It was a scolding tone. The voice was also deep.

A man wearing a luxurious orange robe with a body that looks like it has been lightly coated with lye.

A jade-decorated sword armour was tied around his waist, which at first glance seemed to indicate his extraordinary status.

“Shangpangeom (爽判劍)! You went all the way to Guangxi… and you finally came back safe and sound. You truly lived up to your reputation.”

“I wonder how many of these letters were left… … .”

“At midnight, thieves will strike again. They will search for the well-hidden storehouse of the top sword.”

Many people in the city recognized him. Some onlookers even let out a soft gasp.

People whose nicknames include the word ‘Pan (判)’ are usually well-known and widely recognized. They are people who have made their own mark.

The swordsman’s shoulders straightened. It was accompanied by a cough that was disguised as humility.

“There is a dark warfare going on in our city? I don’t know where you came from, but if you are planning to settle down here under the pretext of Thirteen Heaven and take the blood of the people, then you are seriously mistaken.”

A considerable amount of deep energy raised his voice to the max. It was enough to drown out even the sound coming from Jeongyeonshin’s sword.

“Even if you truly possess the Ip Hwang Pae that can inspect every corner of the world, it is a problem. It is a well-known fact to the world that Ip Hwang Seong has abandoned the common people, so why are you bothering this peaceful city and trying to turn the neighborhood upside down! Of all the places, you are talking about that terrifying dark warfare! How big of a mess are you trying to cause!”

Voices of agreement resonate here and there.

The swordsman felt a new sense of gratitude towards Yeo-ryeong.

The black ones are elusive. Few people would immediately notice that the great leader has completely left the Shingeomdan military force.

The power of the thirteen thousand female spirits was great. They secretly spread the word.

If a group with the character “Prince” tattooed on their shoulders passes by, check to see if there is a man in black robes, for the Emperor has abandoned the people’s livelihood for personal reasons.

Rumors that fostered distrust were slowly filling the vast world.

It was a famine year.

Since people were even resenting the heavens, there was no reason to look kindly on those who should have been hated.

Even if an excuse was given, it would be right. It could be called a backlash against the gathering of major shareholders.

“This is a land that is barely enduring famine. But, out of nowhere, outsiders come and draw their swords and perform strange and outrageous feats? The Guizhou River, the common people, the government, and even this Sangpan Sword should keep a close eye on you. Come here and let’s talk.”

The inspector shook the salt bag he had brought as evidence of the incident and said:

It’s a good day. The weather is bright.

The attention of the crowd is a source of strength, especially for a native warrior who has lived in Guizhou for a long time.

But the black ones didn’t pay any attention to him. They just stared at Jeongyeonshin, who was holding her sword down. Each of them either crossed their arms or stood upright.

“It must have been plunder, not vandalism. The smell of blood coming out of the sword is unusual… … .”

As Soyeon Daeju Yoo Jeongmyeong muttered while tapping the ground with his long legs, Mugeuk Jeonju, who was next to him, smiled brightly.

“It’s the tip of the iceberg. Judging from how nervous you are, it seems like Cheon Ryeong-ju has figured it out correctly. Let’s watch Jeong Dae-ju’s demonstration of his cooking skills. I’m looking forward to seeing what comes out.”

The swordsman, who had hoped to give the crowd a pretext to ostracize the outsiders with just a few words, stopped dead in his tracks.

Even though he had the hands of a swordsman who had trained for many years, he was unable to draw his sword rashly.

As soon as I heard the monologue of the short-legged tribe, I was convinced that the opposing group was not ordinary.

The reason why he did not keep a separate storehouse even though he frequently went uphill. It was because the upper sword was a supply measure for dark battles.

‘Daeju in Yeongju. Is this really Iphwangseong? The highest-level masters of the Shingeomdan have truly gathered here…?’

There was a determined look on his face. It was the determination of the clan. It was okay to die here. The youngest of them had to be stopped from trying something.

For the time being, they were standing in front of the living gate of the Jiuzhou Huangjin (九州笏煌陣) that concealed the dark battle.

The number of black-eyed people is thirteen.

What can’t be done?

Even though the Savior of the Dark Night’s War, the Great Wild God’s Heavenly Kick, had already deflected it, there was no telling what kind of extraordinary destruction method would come out of a thirteen-year-old person of the same clan.

‘The author is clearly in a state of flux. If he touches even a single truck properly… … .’

The eyes of the swordsman examined the side profile of the young man from afar. His appearance reminded him of the story of the old handsome man Ban-ak. If the rumors were true, it would be Ma Gwang-ik-ju Seomye.

It is said that he is more sensitive to energy than the average noble, so if you want to interfere with the operation of the true energy even a little, you have to use extremely secretive tricks.

Fortunately, there was a spiritual object on the sleeve of the sword.

The feather of a bird of evil that seeks out the dark night spirit wherever it may be found on this land. In the hands of the iron craftsmen who forcibly captured it, it was transformed into a sharp needle that would not be inferior to the dark magic of the Tang Dynasty.

‘Dark night acupuncture.’

A martial art that strikes at close range without a sound. This was the reason why he, who had not learned archery, could act as a direct descendant of his disciple in the dark field.

The problem is the sense of the black-haired people with the yellowish color. Can they move their fingers while deceiving the senses of the super-high-level players whose presence is known throughout the world? It was a problem that had to be left to fate.

It’s not like there’s no chance.

The new skill of the dark night battle, which has been further developed, boasts extreme stealth only in its first appearance.

Even in the modern world, where the power of the warriors reached its peak, the dark night warrior of the time was acknowledged by everyone as the best assassin in the world.

The blacksmith secretly raised his arm.

“Tell me something in return! Are my words so insignificant?!”

A very thin sliver naturally emerged from the sleeve. It moved as if it was seeping into the finger pointing straight at Jeongyeonshin.

For a moment, a proud look appeared in the eyes of the swordsman. It was a gaze that had a somewhat noble feel.

‘I will die here, but I will fulfill my destiny as a warning to the young lord!’

Jejejeong―

It is a sound that resonates within the body of the swordsman.

A hot sensation like karma spread from the famous acupoint on his lower back to his entire body. No, it was hot like a burning acupoint and extremely cold at the same time.

All he really realized was that his whole body froze in an instant.

‘Ice cream!’

The swordsman barely moved his eyes to the side. White breath was dispersing beside his shoulder.

In the midst of the rapidly diminishing sensation, I vaguely sensed the delicate presence of a woman.

Thanks to the strong Han Bing-jigi, it was possible to guess that it was the Lord of the Sun Mok-ryong, Cheon So-so, even though it was not visible.

“You are an example.”

The clear voice continued low as a whisper.

“The Magical Sword is precious. You fallen beings must not touch it.”

The voice gradually became smaller. Soon, Sangpangeom could not hear anything.

The vision was blurred as if covered in fog. The figure of Magwangikju stretching his sword towards the Savior of the Wasteland was reflected.

The sight of sunlight streaming down on her jet-black hair seemed strangely out of touch with reality.

‘Not that easily… … .’

Suddenly, the view of the upper sword widened up and down.

Colorless ripples spread out from the swordplay of the Magwangikju. It was as if it had touched the surface of a lake. The air was shattered along the concentric circles that occurred continuously.

The transparent sunlight poured through the gap and began to illuminate the clusters of trees and pavilions that had suddenly appeared in the plains.

“… … !”

He broke the age-old formation with a single sword.

The swordsman couldn’t fathom its meaning.

The cry that should have been shouted out echoed only in my heart. The echo was directed at one person. Words that the noble Sojeonju, more noble than any other noble family in the world, would never hear.

The first thing to do is to hide the ominous sign that is going to Jeonju.

Run away now.

‘Even if you are prepared for the ten-mile, one-day battle in ten layers, you should never fight it… … .’

He froze to death with his eyes wide open.