Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 445

Sunset Flag (7)

Then the young girl’s voice rang out.

“If you saw it, just get out.”

It was a very overbearing tone of voice.

Bam.

A spear shaft stuck in the middle of a large depression in the ground.

“Yangyang is not a place where martial artists can come and go freely.”

A girl who cleverly steps on the tip of a silver spear shaped like a flag and looks around at the group of Murim Alliance members.

Following that slow nod, the ends of her black hair brushed the back of her neck, making a swooshing sound. This was because each and every strand was imbued with powerful energy.

Meanwhile, the sleeves of her black robe that covered her arms reached almost to her feet, and the faces of several warriors who saw the character “Prince” written on the girl’s shoulder brightened.

“Oh, old man… … !”

A man who had been expressing his overwhelming emotions fell down with a thud. He had been hit in the forehead by the sound of an invisible shockwave.

The expressions on the faces of the Murim Alliance members, who had been filled with relief, changed dramatically.

“How can you do this?!”

“How dare you leave without even saying a word…!”

Aksurim snorted at the words shouted while pulling out the weapon in a furious manner.

“Times of trouble are times of trouble.”

“what……!”

“It seems like the prestige of the original has fallen a lot. In the past, if you just saw this flag, any guy would give up.”

It was when she tapped the window sill beneath her feet with the toe of her leather shoe.

“Hello, Sinchang. I am the head of the Zhuge family.”

Jegal Qing’er quickly got off his horse and raised both hands toward Aksurim.

Even though he was breathing heavily due to the long chase, his holding of the ticket was neat.

Even though she lost all of her direct descendants, she still fulfilled her responsibilities as a Sogaju. A strange look appeared in Aksurim’s eyes as he glanced at her.

“I’ve seen that kid before. He was under our island and then returned to his parents’ house, right? Is he a cow now?”

“I understand why you are angry. However… I beg you, could you please consider our circumstances… .”

“You tried to come to Yangyang with those things. I put up a flag telling you not to come, but you insisted on sticking around, saying things like ‘old man.’”

Aksurim pointed over their shoulders.

faraway.

The whitish gust of wind was rapidly growing in size and thickening.

Even the ground of the plains was shaking and trembling. It was the aftereffect of the large-scale lightness attack performed by the sorcerers of Taemosanseong Fortress.

Just by pushing the wave, a storm close to a natural disaster can be created. It was a sight that proved that there were more than a few people who had mastered the great art of sorcery.

Some of those who had been leaning on Kangho’s principles and opposing Aksurim narrowed their eyes. Some of them made expressions of regret.

“Get out. Right now, the nature of the universe is such that it does not have the capacity to mediate the disputes between the factions of the Gangho faction. It is even more so in places like here, where the common people are not swept away immediately.”

“I’m ashamed to ask this, but Your Majesty, you mentioned your ability. Why is that?”

Zhuge Qingya asked cautiously. At that moment, Aksurim’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“It’s not that I’m short on hands, but the purple-haired one might come into conflict with the famous vassal king. I can’t tell you any more, so please turn around now.”

At first glance, his words and actions seem light, but they contain the pressure of someone who has been fighting through a forest of swords for a long time.

The overwhelming internal energy of Aksurim, who had regained his position as the Black Jeil of the Yellow Emperor, was perfecting such a temperament.

“this…….”

The young face of Gongsun Min, the son of Gongsun Se-ga, who had been watching from one side to the other, looks embarrassed.

He began to uneasily fiddle with the sword at his waist.

The Ip Hwang Shin Chang drew a clear line. In contrast, there was no one in Shandong who could be said to be a member of the Han-Zhong Martial Arts Alliance.

In the first place, Aksurim had a chase with several famous musicians when he left his hometown. No family would just stand by and watch the departure of a powerful clan that held the right to the succession.

[I’m glad to hear that. If so, can we take them with us?]

It was an old voice. In an instant, Aksurim’s palm struck the air, and the translucent tension tore the air in a straight line along with the sound of her sleeves fluttering.

[Oh my.]

A pure white light flashed in the air with an exaggerated squeal, then disappeared as soon as it collided with the tension of the evil forest.

At the same time, the figure of an old man was revealed beyond it. It was as if the invisible clothing that had hidden him until now had been taken off in exchange for a small sum.

“The Great Star…!”

Jegal Cheong-ah groaned and muttered. At the same time, the group of Murim Alliance members began to stir loudly. Each of them muttered the words “Samsuldaejwa” in a shocked voice.

The three pedestals of Taemosanseong Fortress.

This is a term used to refer to the three immortals led by the lord. In the upper echelons of martial arts, they are considered the decisive weapons in the Battle of Bangpa.

Each of them is as knowledgeable and experienced in sorcery as the Zhuge Liang, and thanks to the anecdote of the three of them being able to stop the Gongwolmu of the Jangmunin of Jeomchang, they have become legends in the martial arts world.

He was also called the real power of the 13,000 Taemosan Fortresses, replacing the Taemosan Fortress Lord who enjoyed traveling alone.

[hmm.]

An old man with sad, wrinkled eyes looks down from the sky.

His behavior was strange.

He was wearing a robe that a Taoist priest would wear, but the collar around his neck was so high that it reached his chin.

On both sides of the near-pure-white lower part, there was a phoenix with its wings spread wide, as if drawn with melted gold. It would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a ceremonial outfit so extravagant that even a king would not wear it.

Aksurim tilted his head to the side sadly.

“… Even the ability to do so?”

[No. Our celestial practitioners do not use energy in such a thoughtless manner. This is simply the art of controlling the wind with magical power.]

A practitioner of the celestial world.

The old man of Taemosan Fortress, who has stepped on the empty space, calls himself a god with a booming voice.

If such words and actions were shown in front of the common people, who would not fall for it? No matter how severe the famine, there would be countless people who would bring food themselves and offer it.

The people would not have any resentment, since each would pray for his own happiness.

Therefore, Taemosanseong does not plunder the houses of the people. It only naturally fills the granaries within the castle by bullying the people.

One side of Aksurim’s mouth slightly went up.

“Who are you talking about freshness in front of? Are you a habitual swindler?”

[Originally, this shore and the other shore are divided according to a person’s perception. If I believe that this skin is the body of a god, then the divine art that this body has learned also corresponds to that idea. The common people who consider their true nature to be the land of gods are the same. They simply believe so themselves. Their true nature is not to abandon their hopes in these troubled times… .]

“You act like you’re a god, but you keep talking about tea, peace, and Shaolin monks. Old man, your studies are so shallow that I can’t listen to you, so just get out.”

[… … .]

Tamichensheng stares at Aksurim with clear eyes. Perhaps it is because he is floating in the air and looking down. The energy wave that flowed out of the old man’s body and scratched the surrounding air became even more bizarre.

Some of the martial arts leaders were so tired of the uncomfortable atmosphere that they scratched their skin.

Even though life and death are right before our eyes.

But Aksurim only returned Tamichenseong’s gaze with sullen eyes.

“what?”

[… I will return here for today. If you happen to call the new purple ones behind you, I will have to use the secret techniques I have prepared here. I will be satisfied with just taking away the items they are guarding.]

“Did the old man bring something like a strange void? He wouldn’t be able to open it by himself.”

[Your estimation skills are quite good. However, don’t try to turn over the hand of the immortal. You may have to sacrifice that hand as compensation for your foolish actions.]

At the same time, Tamichensheng raised one hand without taking his eyes off Aksurim.

Following that seemingly insignificant gesture, the coffin in the middle of the group of Murim Alliance members suddenly rose up.

A very passionate empty space.

One of the members of the Murim Alliance who had been watching the confrontation between the two masters with bated breath immediately opened his mouth.

“The leader of the martial arts alliance!”

It was Zhuge Qing’er. She rarely raised her voice.

“The Black Lord lives inside me!”

[You insist on following orders!]

Tamichen’s temperament explodes with anger.

But he did not submit to Zhuge Liang.

The first thing to do in this situation was to pull out a single yellow piece of paper and point it at the black man who was the best in the world, capable of running through the troubled world of martial arts with only a spear.

Goehwangji (Gwaehwangji).

Paper soaked in water infused with the flowers of the Chinese juniper tree and then dried.

For practitioners of the art of sorcery, it is like a weapon, as paper soaked in the water of the flower of Gohwa is extremely effective in gathering vital energy.

This is especially true for those who call their internal energy the power of magic and use it to create strange harmonies.

Of course, it is the main weapon of the 13th Heavenly Mountain Fortress.

“Black? That old man is a different story.”

The moment Aksurim, who had come down from the flag, kicked the spear pole, the silver spear that had been stuck in the ground spit out a cloud of dust and disappeared from its place.

Waaa …

The spear from the kick pierces through the Taemi Heaven.

At the same time, the body of the old man became faintly blurred. Movements like the Lee Hyeong-hwan movement. Tae-mi-cheon-seong appeared behind Ak-surim like a mirage on a summer day.

The bright daylight suddenly became brighter.

The reason was that the red flames that rose from Tamichen’s hand engulfed Aksurim’s body.

The sound of the dirt floor drying up suddenly rang out. Even the soot spread out.

The martial arts members of the Murim Alliance were greatly surprised by the sight and took a step back. Usually, martial artists who have trained in martial arts cannot use the powerful Samadhi Evolution as freely as he can.

Of course, it is far from a quick release. It is something that only some self-proclaimed masters of the sorcery and martial arts can do. That is why some in the martial arts world point fingers at those who use the sorcery and martial arts, saying that they are closer to scholars than warriors.

It is a different school from those who train both body and mind at the same time.

[Since the time when the noble family descended from the sky and founded this country.]

Before he knew it, Tamichensheng was floating in the air again. He lit the flame that burned the Ip Hwang Shin-chang, but he never let his guard down.

[The study that values the microcosm of the body rather than the harmony of the great nature is gradually becoming an outdated martial art. Only Bonseong and Myeonggyo realized this fact early. Even the Qianling Emperor, who holds all the secrets of the world in his hands, is busy showing off his body in Shaolin. It is truly a sad state of affairs.]

Fall, fall.

Several sheets of Gohwangji once again appeared between the old man’s fingers. The other hand pointed to the place where the evil spirits were and increased the pressure of the heat.

With a “Koo-ung” sound, the soot on the dirt floor formed concentric circles.

He continued, looking down into the huge, blazing fireball.

[If you want to grab even the hem of my clothes, bring the Youngcheon Sword Demon of Simmu-ryeon here. Or, find an expert who can use the secrets of the swordsmanship with a spear. Even that won’t be able to do anything to this immortal who is fully prepared for all variables. The late Jegalgaju was a great example. In any case, his true nature is to stretch and calm the chaotic times… … .]

[That’s about it. There’s no point in provoking Iphwangsinchang any further.]

Next to Tamichen.

A man suddenly appeared with a clear voice.

Unlike his natural appearance, he has a face close to that of a young man, and facial features that could be called handsome.

He was wearing a dark robe that contrasted with his pale skin, as if he had never seen sunlight in his entire life.

Just his appearance cooled the late summer heat. Around his black robe, crackling lightning flashed continuously, blue in color.

He was considered the best of the three gods of Taemosan Mountain.

“Heavenly Market Helping Star… … .”

Now even Zhuge Liang has taken a step back.

He is the direct disciple of Taemosanseongju, who has lived since before the founding of the nation as a member of a noble family, and is said to be as old as the Shaolin abbot.

Not only is the master’s age one of the oldest in the world, but Cheon Siwon Ma Seong is also treated as a senior wherever he is in the martial arts world.

There is an assessment that if Taemosan Soseongju had not existed, the sect would have been inherited long ago.

Sling-

Gongsun Min barely managed to pull out his sword with trembling hands.

The appearance of the Taemicheonseong and Cheonsiwonmaeseong proved one fact. The death of Gongsun Gaju, who was in charge of the rear of the group. Samsuldaejwa is a master of the art of drinking and martial arts and is exceptionally skilled in combined attacks.

If they join hands two at a time, it is not impossible to kill them with eight swords.

Although his actions were too clean considering he had killed the Gongsun family, this was truly a Taemosan Fortress-like appearance.

They were known for their regenerative studies that were close to the teachings of the New Testament and for being extremely obsessed with appearances.

[Don’t resist. I don’t want to lose the precious studies of the Zhuge family.]

It was when Cheon Si-won-ma-seong Heuk-ryeon-dae-so was speaking politely.

“Is this good?”

It rang out in the fireball that had trapped Aksurim. It was an innocent murmur. Immediately afterwards, a ray of bright red light shot out toward Tamichen Castle.

Phew!

Tamichen’s body was bent.

The spear passed right through the center of his abdomen and stopped in the middle.

It was surrounded by salt. The fierce spear strikes were burning with flames and translucent colors.

It didn’t even allow the body to bleed, only releasing a thick smoke.

Cool!

It was when Tae Mi Cheon Seong was about to vomit blood. Hyuk Ryun Dae So, who was watching the attack right next to him, expressed admiration instead of anger.

[Did you transfer the technique of Samadhi Evolution to a spear as a self-defense weapon? Your internal energy barrier is an internal energy barrier, but your true energy management technique is truly amazing. It can truly be called the best black sword in the Ip Hwang Seong.]

The Thousand-Year-Old Demon King’s Great Battle.

The actual representative of Taemosanseongju.

He has a relaxed demeanor. At first glance, he may seem orphaned.

Hwaruk-

In the midst of the flames that were fading away, Aksurim’s lips drew a curve.

“They say there are no such things as being crazy about ignorance.”

[Reason is the virtue that those who are true to their nature must first cultivate.]

“Oh my.”

[I am not belittling your martial arts skills. The things we have prepared are that great. It is not difficult to restore Tammy here. Instead, you should have cut off Tammy’s airway with the determination to die. If you had done so, my complexion would have been a little different.]

Hyukryun Daeso spread out both arms.

Beyond the sleeves of the gorgeously fluttering robe.

Before he knew it, he had four copies of the Gohwangji in each hand. He looked very relaxed, holding them in the gaps between his long hands.

Tamichen burst into laughter.

[There are no extra windows. It’s too far to use the empty space technique. Do you think your skills surpass those of the Shaolin abbot?]

He finally finished speaking in a voice that was interrupted by a cough. It was the height of pretense.

Taemosanseong Fortress, which has fully revealed itself like a hero born in troubled times, arrogantly looks down on the many martial artists even though this is the entrance to Yangyang.

Hyukryun Daeso nodded his head.

[I came here knowing that the Lord of Iphwangseong is not in Yangyang. Fortunately, I have cut off the pursuit here, so maybe I can get lucky and take Shinchang’s head and head back…]

His words were cut off.

It was because he suddenly saw a young man standing in front of Taemicheonseong with a sword in his step. His presence forced silence.

A face without expression.

The midday sun pours down like iron bars.

Beneath it, the purple hem of her clothes sparkled with gold.

Swish―

The young man reached out his hand toward Tamichen’s face, but no one responded. The movement of his hand itself seemed to be floating along a completely different time axis.

It wasn’t even martial arts.

The moment when the palm that was moving slowly touched my forehead.

Phew!

With a loud crash, Tamichen’s head was shattered. The sight of blood, body fluids, and bone fragments flying out in all directions was like a dream, flashing through the sunlight.

Hyukryun Daeso, with his eyes wide open, unleashed waves of energy from both hands. A skill recognized by everyone as a divine art. It was to strike down lightning in broad daylight.

But that was only for a moment.

[what……?]

Nothing happened.