Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 452

◈ Bokmajeon (5)

Suddenly a dull sound spread.

It was like a sound like iron being cut. The black mist that had been cut in two by the sword scattered to the left and right, making an eerie friction sound.

Beyond that.

thud.

The intruder stepped on a relatively intact floor.

And then he staggered for a moment, like someone who can’t control their body because they’re drunk.

At that moment, if it weren’t for the long, wavy black hair and the unusual purple robe, it would have brought to mind the epitome of world openness, called Jukwang Shingae or Daeya Shingae.

At least that’s what Daecheonmunju Somucheon thought.

Fortunately, the flat top of Yeomcheon-gak was as wide as its incredibly high ceiling.

It was enough to firmly support the feet of a young man who had unexpectedly barged in.

‘Is this a person…?’

Somucheon has heard of a martial art that stimulates the upper abdomen with alcohol. He even knows of schools that combine it with the teachings of the Divine Sword.

The thirteen thousand dreamers who rule the lands far to the south and the great sect known as the Gupailbang are like this.

There were rumors that several martial artists in Haomen also possessed similar martial arts skills.

But no matter how badly you looked at the intruder’s face, it was far from alcohol.

It was like that from the smooth skin of the face that didn’t look human at first glance. I heard that the faces of most masters who practice drunken martial arts like drunken boxing are mostly swollen.

That’s why the outrageous deeds just now had to be seen as something that was done simply while drunk.

It was truly unbelievable. The way he was muttering to himself from afar was extraordinary.

He seemed very drunk.

‘A natural disaster that leaves me unable to control my body.’

He was a person you had to stay away from.

“you……?”

It’s the voice of the Holy Swordsman Yulhanangrang who was behind. Is he familiar with the intruder? If so, it’s okay.

‘No matter what happens next.’

Somucheon let out a sigh of relief. Cheonjungo Swordsman was flashing a menacing glare.

If even So Seong-ju Cho Pae-gwang, who had been using the wide-area sorcery and martial arts, had been among them, at least So Mucheon would have had a hard time saving his life in the aftermath of that fight.

He muttered without realizing it.

“Did you hurt me… … .”

The intruder immediately glanced at Somucheon. Somucheon flinched for no reason and kept his mouth shut.

‘A drunken master, I’m afraid I’ll dream about him.’

The young man’s eyes were filled with a pure white light like a sword.

It seemed like he had been through countless fights that were not appropriate for his age. He literally had a sharp spirit, a blade-like aura.

‘Wait a minute… those facial features and those clothes… … .’

It was when Somucheon’s eyes started to grow bigger.

[Thanks to you, I died once.]

Smooth voice.

It rang out from the remnants of the fog that the intruder had cut down. Daecheonmunju Somucheon felt an emotion he had never experienced before from Taemosan Soseongju.

Confusion, shock, relief.

It is truly a great thing. Isn’t it the Soseongju who acted like an emperor behind the scenes in Hangju, having been entrusted with full authority by the Dark Heavenly Emperor Choyeol?

He didn’t treat anyone as a human being unless they were of a high status.

Somucheon had never imagined that the Great Black Beast, Chopaegwang, would reveal his emotions in private like that.

Even when the story of Hwanmyeong Ojeol came up one day, I didn’t even laugh.

‘So it wasn’t that the main body was in the dark. That’s why the sorcerers… … .’

The masters who have achieved hegemony in the areas where they operate widely tend to have great pride in the martial arts they have built up.

This is especially true if they are brute force beings who can crush an entire guest house with a single wave of their hands.

Even if someone you’ve never seen has a great reputation, if you actually meet them face to face, you can’t help but be confident that you’ll be able to fight them by any means necessary.

There was such a being, a superhuman who could run freely through a province.

Cheonjoong Ohgeomgaek. Taemosan Soseongju.

There are only four people in this place who can talk about being the best in this small country.

At the same time, the drunkard who could look down on them, Yulhanangrang, and, I dare say, who looked like the new recruit of Iphwangseong, broke through the floor and came up.

What will happen?

Somucheon slowly gathered his energy.

And at the top of this Yeomcheon Pavilion, I held my breath as if I was not there.

In a way, it was a kind of silver bullet, and he was a skilled person at reducing himself to something like a small stone.

* * *

The atmosphere in the room, which seemed ready to explode at any moment, became strange.

The three swordsmen of the Cheon Geuk Moon did not move while surrounding Yul Ha Naeng Lang. They focused all their energy on her, and only glanced at Jeong Yeon Shin out of the corner of their eyes.

“The guy who drew that guy’s face deserves to die. If he had just put in a penny, he would have put it up and drank alcohol instead of them.”

“That’s the monster from the rumors… … .”

After that, Chui Geum Maeng Ho and Eun Geum Jeol quietly expressed their admiration.

The Dragon Sword Demon, carrying a large sword on his back, slightly distorted his lips. That alone caused the air to become translucent for a moment.

“How are you, Cheon Gwon Yong Ryuk Shin? I mean, Cheonrim Daeju over there.”

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had been standing still like a drunk person until then, suddenly turned her head towards Yul Ha-nan-rang without saying a word.

A languid look appears in his eyes.

He then raised his hand and the two hands he was holding clasped twitched for a moment. He was a gentleman who was polite even when drunk.

“Meet the long-time friend.”

“… It’s been a while, but also not that long.”

“I hope you’ve been doing well.”

“If you learn the Jahashin Gong of this sect, you will never get sick and will always be healthy. If you learn it properly, you will never age. You will live a long life like a plum tree.”

“As you said, Jang Moon-in’s complexion is good.”

“Your complexion is a little strange.”

“Am I the one talking?”

“His complexion is too pale to say that he carried several dongs of grain, and his eyes are too wide open to say that he is in good health… I don’t know what happened.”

“Something…something happened.”

Jeongyeonshin muttered. Yulhanangrang, who had been staring at him blankly, slowly moved her lips away again.

“I said that I shouldn’t ask questions privately. Anyway, it seems like it’s not an ordinary matter. King Gungmyeong and Ip Hwang Seong wouldn’t have let you go.”

“Well water does not violate river water.”

“hmm?”

“Official duties are inviolable.”

“… … .”

“I came here on matters related to the martial arts world. The government cannot intervene.”

Jeongyeonshin seemed to be thinking about everything. Of course, the saying goes that the water from a well does not flow into a river, and you could tell just by looking at her eyes, which were somewhat unfocused.

When Yulhanangrang was at a loss for words.

“I didn’t know that Purple would go on an expedition. Since he was the new highest ranking person, I thought he would have no choice but to stay in Yangyang.”

A young man with a scholarly appearance suddenly emerged from under the eaves of the pavilion and stepped onto the flat roof.

“Anyway, that’s fine. Please sit over here.”

Sarak.

Long sleeves woven from blue silk flow down along the outstretched arms.

A noble bearing. At first glance, it was different from his appearance that gave off a weak impression. He showed courage and dignity.

“… … .”

He walked over to the chair and sat down, even though Jeongyeonshin wasn’t even paying attention to him. It was on one side of the table that was still intact, and it was the only part of the table that was being smashed and thrown around.

Taemosan Soseongju, Daeheuksinsu Chopaegwang.

He was famous for practicing all kinds of mystical magic without any hesitation.

If it weren’t for the invincible Yeol-Jin of Minggyo, it was said that he would have been considered the best in the world in terms of drinking and martial arts.

‘Of course, if I say something like that in front of the author, I’ll be tossed in a dungeon and die… … .’

The Great Heavenly Sword Master Somucheon, whom no one cares about anymore.

Even as he slowly backed away towards the roof, an odd atmosphere hung over the room.

The inspectors of the Cheon Geuk Moon moved their feet here and there, keeping Yul Ha-nang and Jeong Yeon-sin in their sights. It seemed like they were coordinating the inspection that would amplify the meridian waves in advance.

Among them, Yongryeokgeomgwi actually clashed with the great lord of the Shingeomdan.

When the Heavenly Forest Lord Xiahou Wei Jin overcame his great energy and barely achieved the unity of his spirits, he encountered him on a mission as the first black man.

They almost had a double-cross. It was a very famous battle.

“There is a famous proverb in the world of martial arts.”

Cho-pae-kwang, who had his elbows on the table, slowly clasped his hands together.

“If you encounter three of the black ones from the Shingeomdan at once, it’s not just three sets of black robes, but rather the Emperor himself… That’s the kind of story it is.”

Mystery permeated every word.

A presence that seemed like it could disappear from this place at any moment. It was a prayer befitting of a successor to a great school that practices the art of sorcery and martial arts.

Taemosan Mountain.

All of the disciples are called monsters or immortals. This is because they are skilled in studying strange magic and even the actual power they unleash is exceptional.

The fact that they appeared in the world of martial arts was proof that they were perfect sorcerers, and a perfect sorcerer would never lose composure under any circumstances.

“What would happen if those three black ones combined? The martial arts of the Ip Hwang Seong are all different from the seventeen Shin Geum Dan, but that’s not the case with the Cheon Geuk Mun. They learn the same martial arts, the same swordsmanship.”

As he said that, Cho Pae-gwang suddenly picked up a white bottle.

“That’s why I asked for their cooperation. Even if the purple peerless master runs wild here right now, even if he’s unlucky and can’t win, he can still buy time for the Lord of the Holy Land and the Lord of the Heavenly Gate to arrive. Even Yulhanangrang will admit it.”

“Can you measure me against that child?”

Yulhanangrang asked quietly.

Before she knew it, the hilt of the sword tied to her pure white belt was slowly rattling.

Soon, as if an early sunset had arrived, a dim dusk fell over the top of the pavilion.

Behind Yulhanangrang’s back.

“You’ve been making threats all along. Don’t you have the courage to leave?”

A swordsman in a pitch-black uniform swings his sword from side to side as if provoking someone. Cheon Geuk-mun’s Swordsman Tiger.

Her physique was not particularly outstanding as a swordsman, as she had mastered all the swordsmanship techniques taught by the Heavenly Sword Master without any exception.

And since it had achieved one of the top five achievements in the Cheon Geuk Moon, it was only natural that it would be called the decisive weapon in the Battle of Bangpa.

That was when.

The distant horizon took on a gentle sunset glow.

And it got darker.

Choaaaahh …

A stream of blood runs across the abdomen of the swordsman, accompanied by a sound like a thick sheet of paper being torn apart.

She couldn’t even moan. The first thing she did was to quickly tap the area around the wound with the acupuncture technique to stop the bleeding.

“It was about half an inch shallow.”

Yulhanangrang’s voice rang out with laughter.

At that time, she was heading towards the young swordsman of the Cheon Geuk Moon, Eun Geum Jeol, who was rushing in from the side.

After losing to the Paegeomjongju, he started eating Jasodan and practicing closed-door training for about half a year.

At that moment, the pale veins on the back of her hand, which was swinging her sword while shaking off the pink sleeves, erupted with a loud noise.

The internal energy and swordsmanship were both incredible.

The new secret weapon, the Purple Haze Sword.

“… … !”

Eun-geom-jeol looked at the purple swordsmanship approaching him, breaking here and there like flower petals carried by the sunset breeze, and recalled the rumor that the swordsmanship of the current Hwasanpa leader was the best among the absolute masters of the old sects.

A talent that makes it impossible to even guess where the destination of the change will be. Eun-geom-jeol swung his sword from top to bottom, his mouth tense with tension.

The air rumbled momentarily as he struck with his fierce sword.

Phew―

There was no sound of impact. I must have just swung my sword. I made sure to hit the target and swung the sword, but it missed. It was clearly unintentional.

Before he knew it, Yulhanangrang was extending his sword at his side. In an instant, the purple light in his eyes rose rapidly. It was the absolute sword energy of the Hwasanpa leader.

That was when.

Kookung!

Suddenly, Yulhanangrang’s body stopped. It was accompanied by a heavy vibration that was transmitted to the floor. Something was stopping her.

“Don’t be any more foolish than that.”

Cho Pae-kwang spoke as he poured alcohol into the glass in front of him. At the same time, a large amount of blood flowed out of his mouth.

With the pre-installed formations, dharma treasures, and talismans, he was able to temporarily stop Yulhanangrang’s attack. It was a magical martial arts technique that was close to divine.

He continued speaking slowly.

“It’s not just the three of you and me. The Heavenly Swordsmen are all here in Hangzhou, and the Dark Heavenly Emperor wants to plan for the world together with the Heavenly Swordsman. It doesn’t matter how strong the Purple and the Hwasan Jangmun are. Wouldn’t it be a hundred times better to just acknowledge that this is a place of death and figure out how to escape safely?”

Saaaaa―

It is the sound of the remnants of the black magic that was previously split off from Jeongyeonshin moving.

The dark smoke was sucked into the super-light in a faint form, as if it would disperse at any moment.

It was as if the spiritual energy was being released at will and then withdrawn again.

“The internal energy that the new purple master possesses… It must be a secret that is difficult to find out. Could it be that he is from the Taoist or Buddhist school? But this doesn’t make sense… … .”

Cho-pae-kwang furrows his brows. It is a sign that a significantly low amount is coming back. But he does not let go of his glass.

“Anyway, don’t bother us any longer. The Lord of the Heavenly Swords will be returning with the Myeolseom Daeju and the Shaman Gogeom’s head anyway… If Jeong Son is itching, we can have a drink like this and then have a fight. Either way, please consider leaving your true nature alone for a moment. It would be better than messing up our work and facing the Dark Heavenly Emperor and the Oedo Jeilgeom at the same time… … .”

Chopae-kwang’s words stopped. It was right after he finished taking care of all the black magic.

“you…!”

A soft ray of light was engraved between the two wide-open eyes.

It was completely vertical. A solid line that ran from the chest of the super-powered man, through his neck, and up to his lips and forehead. Then, with a thud— his body split into left and right and fell to either side of the chair.

The trajectory was identical to the beam of light that Jeongyeonshin had carved out when he first intervened.

The blow inflicted on the magic was realized in the body.

“now.”

Jeongyeon Shin gestured toward the empty seat.

“Is the lord sitting down?”

At that moment, even Yulhanangrang opened her lips slightly.