Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 464

Heavenly Sword (2)

Cheon Geuk-mun-ju pulled down the hat on his back, the front brim of which was completely torn off.

A rustling sound echoed through the forest, and shreds of torn straw scattered under the blind man’s feet.

“It’s too tyrannical to be called Hyegeom (Sword of Wisdom)… … .”

He mutters.

Meanwhile, Jeong Yeon-shin had just figured out the enemy’s character using the method she had used.

‘If you had aimed for the head, I would have dodged it. There was that much of an opening.’

The inner eye of the Oedojeilgeom is no less than Jeongyeonsin’s Sicheonbeop. Cheongeukmunju had already noticed that Jeongyeonsin had swung his sword at Satgat.

And yet, he didn’t even bother to raise his head to experience swordsmanship up close. An inch and a jang are worlds apart. It was a courage that would be hard to have unless you were crazy about swords.

Interest rates vary.

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. The wall of martial arts built by Cheon Geuk-munju was too high for him to be considered a monkey or a stone.

The same goes for his temperament, as if he had devoted his entire soul to studying kendo. He was known throughout the world as a swordsman who cut through providence. He was a madman no less than Chil Sado.

“Anyway.”

Suddenly, Cheon Geuk Moonju smiled brightly.

“I apologize for my slip of the tongue.”

“what?”

“Your time is ten times thicker than the years that criminals pass by in vain. Like the autumn leaves falling from the trees over there.”

“… … .”

“Thanks to you, my heart feels warm.”

A soft voice blended into the breeze. Following the autumn wind that carried the clear sentiment of autumn after running through the summer, red leaves were falling between the two of them.

Occasionally brushing past the trunk of a maple tree with long, bare branches.

Sarak-

According to the words of the Heavenly Sword Master, the tree was an ordinary person, and the reddish leaves were the spirits. Fleeting fallen leaves, unlike the trees that would live for at least several decades, nutrients that would soon become fertilizer.

It was like catching a rat by stepping back. From the moment Jeong Yeon-shin achieved Samhwachwijeong, no one could see through his lifespan.

―We are destined to disappear as stepping stones of history.

The dry voice of Socheonmujeok flashed through Jeongyeonshin’s mind. The words of the famous sect leader who truly understood the will of heaven. Jeongyeonshin’s eyebrows furrowed as she maintained her composure since obtaining the Songmun Sword.

“A bastard who deserves to be killed.”

“Huh? But why?”

“This is the highest praise I’ve ever received in my life,” said Cheon Geuk-mun-ju, his words mixing with the autumn breeze.

As if that was the end of his appreciation of Jeongyeonshin’s trick, the blind man who had lost his hat put down his sword again.

Jeong Yeon-shin looked at Danpung and Cheongeukmunju at the same time, feeling the presence of the people who had now completely disappeared.

While the red leaves are falling.

He began to recall the swordsmanship of the first swordsman of the Outer Swordsmanship that had driven him into a corner. It was something that happened naturally in his overheated mind.

The trajectories of the sword, flashing incredibly brightly, cut through the Baekhoehyeol point on the back of my head. The back of my neck feels tingly, as if I’ve been through a closed-door training for dozens of days.

like that.

The moment when a maple leaf, fluttering in the air, lands on a half-exposed tree root.

Phagejik―

Jeongyeonshin has disappeared.

A colorless streak of lightning remained where he had stood. It was a trace of the force forming the final lightning.

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju raised his sword to his chest with a smiling face. He held the handle with only one hand. Dong-mong, known as the favorite weapon of the Oedo Jeilgeom, was flashing a blade that had turned bright blue.

At the same time, Jeong Yeon-shin, who was stepping on the ground within arm’s reach of Cheon Geuk-munju, brought down his sword.

Kiiiiiing!

A thunderbolt that had been flying in the sky brushed Cheon Geuk Moon Ju’s shoulder.

That alone sent a fierce wind blasting in all directions, ripping the autumn leaves that were falling from the air into shreds.

Unlike the previous attack where the hat was blown away, it was not a restrained attack. The movements were rough and free.

This spacing.

The sword of the Heavenly Sword Master came up first. In an instant, he swung Dongmong ten times in a chain motion.

The air was torn apart by the endless swift sword strikes. Jeong Yeon-shin deflected three sword strikes with her left hand, which was wrapped in the translucent energy of the ultimate lightning, and struck six times.

All of those swordsmen were of the same level. They could freely use the left and right swords.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

Sparks flew up violently, dyeing the two people’s bodies red. Fragments of energy and vigour formed by the power of the fire shot out in all directions.

Cheon Geuk Moon Ju took a step forward, pushing through the sparks. The distance between him and Jeong Yeon Shin quickly became shorter, and a powerful wind blew out from Dong Mong, who was facing Yeo Rae and Geom Shin. It was an aftereffect created by the sword power.

Crunch.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s foot was pushed back, creating a deep furrow. Even though the power of the ultimate lightning was overflowing from his entire body, it was only this much. He was one of the few people in Sima Oedo who could handle the divine sword.

In the midst of such a power struggle, Cheon Geuk Moon Ju opened his mouth.

“If you stop me here, this damned vast land of Hangzhou will face a catastrophe. The Dark Heavenly Emperor, who suddenly entered the Horongsul technique, will lose his only diamond armor. How many of the old sect leaders who prioritized their own affairs like a rabble headed here?”

“What are you planning to do with the dragon?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked, exhaling the pure white breath of the Neungbeop Gwangryun-gi. The white-rimmed eyes of the Cheon Geuk-mun-ju drew a smile.

“A more chaotic time.”

“… … .”

“I don’t know what it’s like for the first time, but I am like that. I hope this vast world becomes rich with stories.”

Even though he was pushing away the lightning with the sword in one hand, his breathing was still steady. Cheon Geuk Moon-ju continued speaking slowly.

“A sword is something that requires blood to be shed to achieve success. There are many strong people who can serve as touchstones for me to reach the next level… Unfortunately, there are only a few who can emerge under the oppression of the royal family that looks down on martial artists. Even though reaching the highest level of martial arts is a major event recognized by the entire martial arts world.”

“He is the most useless and worthless person in the world.”

Jeongyeonshin dug her hind feet into the ground and spat out dryly.

“I won’t deny it.”

A pair of Cheon Geuk Moon Jus that draws a faint curve on the lips.

“I’ve been like that for a very long time.”

Jeongyeonshin vaguely felt the dense and twisted time in the other person’s voice. But there was nothing she could do about it.

Cheon Geuk-mun-ju is a person who seeks satisfaction by melting those years into martial arts, while Jeong Yeon-shin, on the other hand, is a mayfly who struggles to melt his life into a long period of time.

From the moment you start treating these people, who have become stronger through decades of training, as your enemies.

Jeong Yeon-shin had been trying to overcome her deep-rooted inferiority complex by thinking of things like monkeys and rocks.

Even after obtaining the Songmun Sword from underground, such fundamental concerns were not resolved. I just encountered a certain path and received a little bit of comfort.

“A blessed man.”

He instantly put strength into his step and kicked the sledgehammer. His toes were like blades, cutting through the air.

bang!

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju, who blocked the technique by stepping on Jeong Yeon-shin’s foot, snickered.

“Why are the sharpness of each wave so sharp? It seems like you practiced all night.”

That was the beginning.

Cheon Geuk Moon Ju, who had tilted his upper body slightly forward, swung his sword and dug in close. It seemed as if he would pass by his side with the blade. Jeong Yeon Shin pulled his foot back and swung to the side.

Bam! Bam! Kwaang!

The two new figures intersected like rays of light.

In the dream, a series of blue and milky lightning strikes hit the sky. Several large and heavy shock waves exploded, and the ground continued to sink as if meteorites had fallen.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of swords fell into the air and were carved into the air.

Jeong Yeon-shin felt a strange sensation in the midst of the sword light rushing in like a typhoon. It was as if she was dealing with dozens of swordsmen at once.

The sword of the Heavenly Sword Master was strong and curved, tearing at his arm. It flickered weakly before his eyes like an illusion, but before he knew it, it spat out a mighty wind and repelled lightning.

Hwangeom, Byeoncho, Heocho, Ganggeom, Jeonsa-gyeong, Hwagyeong… … .

All sorts of techniques existed in one body. Even as a Jeongyeonshin, it was hard to believe that it was the same person. This was because the personalities of all the swordsmen were completely different.

But Jeongyeon Shin wasn’t completely pushed back.

Basically, when the sword of the Heavenly Sword Master, which was so fast that it appeared as light rather than a sword, was released like a thread, he cut off the chain with the Light Sword Like Phosphorus and carved a sword mark on his waist.

In an instant, Cheon Geuk Moon Ju, who had retreated ten paces, struck with a fatal blow, and the moment he did so, Gungroi’s stabbing struck and shattered his sword energy.

Phew!

Then, he allowed a blow to his upper body. His opponent had a counterattack ready. A sword wound diagonally across his chest and waist. Fortunately, it was shallow.

Jeongyeonshin locked her opponent in her sight with her pure white eyes flashing.

The shape of the mouth of the Heavenly Sword Master was visible.

‘You’re completely possessed.’

Jeong Yeon-shin didn’t care. His initial movement was as unstable as the eight directions of Taoism. Even at the moment of being struck, he stepped on the Hwan-ik-bo and broke the ground.

Kookookookook!

Once again, a long rock rose from under the feet of Cheon Geuk Moon Ju, who was throwing away his sword. Jeong Yeon Shin unconsciously used Jin Gak as if it were a magic spell.

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju, who had stepped back, burst into loud laughter.

It would be nothing to take a rock or something like that with your body, but it seemed like you were on guard against a torpedo that might strike you when your balance was slightly disturbed.

and.

There were energies pressing in from all sides.

There was the familiar Iphwangsinchang Aksurim to Jeongyeonshin, as well as the energy that flew in from a great distance with tremendous momentum like a meteor. Judging by the weighty temperament that was transcendent, it was the great monk Beomheodaesa.

In addition to that, the dark incense burner of Yulhanangrang, which even the current Jeongyeonshin could not recognize unless it was close, and the treasured nerves of the masters who were difficult to spare energy for right now would have been unfolding.

“I guess I’ll have to break this.”

Cheon Geuk-mun-ju shook his head like a gambler playing mahjong.

“You fight without taking care of yourself, but I am a damned Sima-oedo by nature, so my personal safety is very important to me. Safe and infinite freedom is my motto.”

The moment he casually stomped his foot on the ground.

Fighting―

Concentric circles spread out from under the shabby straw sandals.

It was a moment.

The ground in front, behind, on both sides, and all around Jeongyeonshin is dyed dark red.

The ripples that had initially been faintly colored quickly filled the surrounding area with dozens of formless swords, which soon grew in numbers like clouds and completed a sea of swords that numbered an unknown number.

Woof―

The sound of a swarm of bees.

Each one seemed to have its own substance. The sunlight pouring down from the sky was bent and bent in all directions. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the whole place was filled with light.

This too is a transcendent sight.

The owner of all those swords was one. The Heavenly Sword Master, standing on a cloud of intangible swords. The figure holding the blue Dongmong was lonely.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin felt the momentum of her opponent as she controlled the energy of the ultimate lightning that seemed to be about to split her body apart. An embarrassed smile appeared on the corner of Cheon Geuk-mun-ju’s lips.

[I won the battle of wits. Well, actually, it doesn’t take much time to unfold my life-saving plan like this. That’s because a thousand swords are already in my heart.]

Spirituality overflows. A mysterious energy that increases the supernatural powers of the true spirit.

The idea of the Heavenly Sword spread through the air.

[To see the tip of the sword, I have to use all the techniques I have learned in one move, but it seems like one sword is not enough. It must be the limit of my ability.]

“Is it Gongwolmu?”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was staring blankly at him, asked.

Cheon Geuk Moon-ju nodded.

[As you can see, Cheonchunggeomhae (Heavenly Sword Sea). This is the name of the life-saving herb that will send you to Samdocheon.]

“…I have one question to ask.”

[I’ll listen to you for no more than twenty words.]

“If there is a person who has only learned two martial arts in his life, can he become Gongwolmu by combining only two divine arts?”

Jeong Yeon-shin asked quietly. Cheon Geuk-mun-ju, who had been nodding his head and counting his words, smiled brightly.

[It depends on the depth. Martial arts are relative, but Gongwolmu is absolutely dependent on oneself. As is widely known, the key is to incorporate all the martial arts you have learned into one move.]

At those words, Jeongyeon Shin nodded for the first time.

“I can’t do it.”

[I’m curious. Why are you here?]

“Every moment is a martial art to me. The possibilities are endless.”

[ah…….]

Cheon Geuk-mun-ju sighed with a smiling face.

[This is the fate of the Great Master given by the heavens. It is unfortunate, but it is a very special form of limitation.]

Jeongyeonshin looked at him quietly without answering.

For many of the most skilled practitioners, there was a time that was built up in layers. The stream of water created by the intersection of the sun and moon that those born as humans inevitably have. A dazzling life that unfolds under the sun and moon.

He felt despair seeping in like rainwater as he made his way through the purple rivers and lakes. It was because of the martial arts that had naturally grown without him even realizing it.

The heavens gave him qualities that were not suitable for a mayfly. Ogijowon and Gongwolmu, which were supposed to be completed only when one fully embraced one’s life, were not realms that were permitted to Jeong Yeon-shin personally.

But I realized it in front of Songmun High School Prosecutor’s Office.

That he too has something to rival the time of others.

It was none other than the relationship he had with many people. As a collection of years, the time that had passed between Jeong Yeon-shin and those who had brushed shoulders with him, the history of their hearts that they had poured out to Jeong Yeon-shin, had become the martial arts of the young great master.

One is one person’s life.

If you combine the two, it becomes the lives of two people.

I don’t know after three. Right now, his limit is two.

That was the Gongwolmu that Jeongyeonshin had decided upon. Although he was very inferior as a person, he did not lack anything. He entered his own unity (合一) through the Taegeuk of Sambongjinin.

It was the biggest coincidence.

The cradle of martial arts that will unite the relationships that Jeongyeonshin has acquired.

‘Gwangtaegeuk.’

The Taegeuk symbol that Sambongjinin had carved into the body of the Imoogi forms a huge circle in his mind.

A young man who died at the hands of his father while holding a folded white crane sword, and a young swordsman who met his end of his own free will, both blended into it like smoke.

In that instant, the fan and sword folded in a straight line in Jeongyeonshin’s black eyes. At the same time, the dragon with the white crane’s sword overlapped the flow of lightning that extended from his waist to his shoulder and right arm.

[This prayer is not ordinary. I am also prepared to bow down, so let’s make a decision.]

Sling.

The moment the Heavenly Sword Master took his foot off the iron stake.

Finally, an invisible spirit began to overflow from Jeongyeonshin’s body. The air roared and cried. The name of the herbivore, which was just a single word, flowed out like a bell.

[Entering the Way and Crossing the Moon.]

A space of swords rippling with blades on all sides.

Jeong Yeon-shin took a step forward, slightly moving the arm holding the lightning bolt. And then she had a gut feeling.

It reaches.

Although he felt that his own movements were slow, like swimming through space, in reality, at this moment, he was throwing out dozens of swords from all directions with all sorts of amazing techniques, and his speed was similar to that of the Heavenly Sword Master, who was also throwing out sword strikes that were incredibly fast.

Even the sight of the white-rimmed eyes widening up and down was clearly visible, albeit slowly.

‘With this, I.’

Jeongyeonshin drew the arrow sideways along the straight line engraved in her vision.

‘You can stand against your time.’

The trajectory he drew crossed the countless seas of swords created by the Heavenly Sword Master and transformed into a single line of the horizon.

Kuguguguguguguguguguung―!!

Amid the thunderous roar and waves of light, an arm rose.