Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 476

◈ Manggeuk

“… … .”

The masters of Taemosanseong, who never closed their mouths while reciting mantras, are now silent.

The same was true for Cheongsujinin and Aksurim.

He turned his gaze away from stabbing the bodies of the corpses that were alive and moving with the magic of the Mosanpa with a single sword or smashing the heads of the magicians with a spear.

A breakwater battle of extremely rare scale.

The battlefield was about to become fierce again, but the strong men known as eccentrics in the martial arts world stopped coming out for a moment. It was right after the group of scales moved back with a tremendous shock wave.

The dragon was pushed back with one blow.

It had a great meaning. It meant that a person who had mastered martial arts could resist natural disasters.

It had been a long time since the Dark Heavenly Emperor had been swept away by the wave of fists that had come like a typhoon earlier.

Of course, it had to be that way.

Since they had been unexpectedly attacked by the combined forces of the peerless masters, it would take some time for even the Dark Heavenly Emperor, who had created the Wonyeongsin as a dead man, to return to the battlefield.

Flutter!

The Jeongyeonshin that had been floating upside down in the air turned Shinhyeong upright. The wide hem of her clothes fluttered along with her momentary movements. The long robe was tinged with blue because of the sky that had become extremely dark.

His eyes were cloudy.

‘It’s not enough.’

Clench your hand once and then release it.

Woof-

A shiver runs through my palms. It’s the aftermath of the first volume.

There was help in the blow that had just been extended. At that moment, Master Beomheo, who had formed two golden, splendid arms from below, was turning his waist that he had twisted earlier.

This is because the power of the truly boundless Baekboshin Kwon was added like a wave of lightning.

“…Amitabha.”

The old monk lets out a hollow breath.

Not a single qi wave flowed out from the body of the Shaolin abbot of that time. It was just so calm. The words “Vajra” and “Immovable” came to mind.

The power of Baekboshin Kwon was much more refined than the blow that Jeongyeonshin had thrown. The amount of energy accumulated was also on a different level.

‘Shaolin.’

The headquarters of Daehwandan.

Goooooow-

In Jeongyeonshin’s field of vision, a dragon was captured with its head twisted to the side.

A thick, thunderous roar rumbled through the air, and the sheer, bluish cliffs seemed to move.

We need to go further.

He felt a wall in one of the moves of the Great Master Beomheo. A series of movements that evaded like flowing water and inserted an attack.

The internal energy management that naturally inflates the powerful stamina. I didn’t have the confidence to excel in such a simple basic technique. It was a matter of achievement.

‘I have to follow.’

It’s possible now, because the Seonryongihwagyeol has been activated.

Jeongyeonshin moved her mouth slightly.

– Bright.

-Yes, Yeonshin.

The answer came right away. It was a very friendly call. At that moment, it was Yulhanangrang, swinging his sword from the ground.

Jeongyeon Shin glanced down.

The pink sleeves of the volcano’s long-sleeved shirt were fluttering upwards, mixed with fragments of red energy. He looked like a true immortal.

I could faintly feel the spirit of Seorak Sword School, famous for its fierceness.

-That’s the curtain.

Jeong Yeon-shin met the eyes of the dragon, who had begun to stare straight at her, and spoke calmly.

Yulhanangrang’s Gongwolmu.

‘Enemy… … .’

The enormous sword barrier pushed the entire dragon away. It was completely absorbed by Jeongyeonshin’s fist strike.

A move that can be called a feat.

If he had only thrown his fists, all he could do would have been to bend the long dragon’s body this way and that. There was a limit to what he could do alone.

-I guess I shouldn’t hope for that again?

As soon as Jeong Yeon-shin spoke to Yul Ha-nan-rang, she began to think of another way. That was until a small laugh suddenly came back.

“You don’t know me yet.”

Yulhanangrang’s voice falls on my ears like a flower petal. It was accompanied by the words, “You will gradually come to know it.”

Then, she slowly rose up to the left of Jeongyeonshin, lifting her heels.

“A volcano is a rocky mountain, and Jahashin Gong is a tree rooted in rock. In that way, my internal energy holds onto my spirit and soul so tightly, so the plum blossom sword grass that I release in one breath will always be in my hands as long as my energy allows.”

It was a Taoist thing to say. However, Jeong Yeon-shin understood it right away. It meant that if he had any remaining energy, he could perform the Gongwolmu as many times as he wanted.

It didn’t make sense. Could it be the power of the Millennium Party?

‘By what means…?’

Even for a brief moment, I couldn’t help but wonder. Perhaps sensing Jeong Yeon-shin’s presence, Yulhanangrang’s eyes widened.

But she didn’t bother to say anything more about ‘the enemy’.

“Of course, I can’t keep doing it like a continuous loop. You have to protect my breathing… Is that possible?”

Sarak.

For a moment, a wrinkled robe blocked the two people’s view.

Suddenly, the great monk Beomheo appeared and sat cross-legged in the sky. At the same time, a resonating sound occurred.

From the hem of the deep orange robe, a soft golden light was emanating like the light of Buddha’s body. It was the energy of the Se-su-jin-gyeong (洗髓眞經), which is said to be on par with the Yeokgeun-gyeong.

The foundation of all learning in the world was there.

“What No-nap has been through.”

An old, plain voice flowed out from the old monk’s back.

“Spiritual beings with a deep sense of god in their heads, like those dragons, do not see people and rocks differently.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who was behind him, flinched slightly. Perhaps she had noticed that the new purple one was feeling burdened earlier. Yul Ha-nan-rang gently grabbed his shoulder and smiled.

The words of the great monk Beomheo continued.

“What’s more, in the midst of a delusion, I was dragged down by the great law of the first heat. Even if I regain my reason, this land cannot escape the wrath.”

Kururururung!

In that moment, a roaring sound like a crater boiling inside the dragon’s beak rang out. A heat that cut through every inch of skin was also felt.

Immediately afterwards, the voice of Master Beomheo, who had become a master of the Six Battles, began to overlap like an echo.

[As Jeong Si-ju said.]

It looked like he was preparing something. Jeong Yeon-shin met Yul Ha-nan-rang’s eyes right away and listened to the words that followed as he passed Beom-heo Daesa.

[I need to push that body further first, and then I need to open the flesh world.]

It tells the story of the death of the dragon.

Could it be possible? Jeong Yeon-shin wondered for a moment, but soon realized. It was not a question of pros and cons, but a discussion of what should be done. That was also the attitude that a sword of a country should have.

[We just need to decide on roles. Someone to lead the offensive, someone to encourage joint attacks, etc… … .]

The advice followed not to confront the harmony that the dragon was wielding head-on. At first glance, it seemed reasonable.

There is no reason for a human body to fight off an attack that is equivalent to a natural disaster. It would be better to focus on maintaining the offensive with the nerves unique to a peerless master.

Just like right now.

Kwakwakwakwakwakwa―!

A sea of bright red fire spread out beneath the feet of the three people who were kicking the air. In an instant, the surrounding atmosphere became translucent and the rapidly expanding air pushed up the soles of Jeongyeonshin’s feet.

It was the breath of the dragon.

Hwaaaaak!

Even though I clearly dodged by soaring upwards, my body’s balance wavered. The fog that rose from the air with a hiss began to obscure my vision.

The energy carried by the flames was so strong that it was difficult to control one’s body even with the divine technique of Nunggongheodo.

Jeongyeonshin made up her mind.

“You two, do as you wish.”

Before he knew it, he was holding a lightning bolt in his hand. A silver wave pattern stretched down the long blade. At that moment, even in the air that was dyed red by the lightning, it gave off a soft glow.

“I will control the flow of the battlefield.”

He speaks calmly among the peerless masters at the peak of martial arts.

This is something that is impossible unless you are a person who can see the ten battles from all sides. At that moment, Yulhanangrang’s eyelashes slightly rose, and Beomheodaesa silently nodded his head.

I will subdue all variables.

It was oppression. It was the temperament of the emperor.

* * *

The land had long been tinged with darkness, and in the sky blue light flickered through a sea of dark clouds.

The air was humid even though it was winter. The sound of thunder sounded like the roar of a wild beast from afar.

The wide market street was as quiet as a mouse.

The wooden table on which the ornaments and sweets were placed cracked. The boards had become damp. The small water droplets running down the yellowish surface looked like dragon scales.

But no merchant looked down at his stall.

The same was true for pedestrians.

“… … .”

The crowd of people of all kinds are looking up into the sky, but no one is able to easily open their mouths. The warriors with swords on their waists are no different. They all have a dumbfounded expression.

The crowd split into three.

While some civilians hurriedly went into their homes and slammed the doors shut, others stood in the streets in a daze or tried to leave the city.

Heonwonchang and Shin Sobin were also among the crowd.

“Don’t look back.”

“How can you not see that? The purple river that I only heard about from my grandfather… … .”

“Well said. This is not a place where a nickname like Blood Rattan is acceptable. Are you going to step on the air and climb up like our Jeong Gong? Arthura, even if you can, you’d be lucky if you don’t misstep or something. Left.”

“Why are you using your tongue like a sword against me? Are you ready to be my senior?”

“The hierarchy of nature and the dignity of the noble family have fallen to the ground… here on the right.”

“Now, it’s the same blue color, but what’s the hierarchy? Have you seen the senior of Yeoui Cheonju Bukgung bow to the other seniors in black?”

“It seems like the white cat is turning into a tiger. Maybe you too are in the Storm and Stress period… Let’s turn to the left.”

“My bed is fine. A brain spur has come in three hundred paces to the southeast.”

“What, already…?”

Over their shoulders as they move through the crowd with natural and quick movements.

A huge body reminiscent of the Great Wall of the North was shrouded in fog in the distance.

A dragon that appeared between heaven and earth. Without exaggeration, it was large enough to encompass the West Lake. Naturally, it could not go unnoticed.

The sight of those who emerged from the air with their huge bodies surrounding them was also like that.

Although they were very pale, each time the dragons were pushed back, their silhouettes became slightly discernible. This was because the energy surrounding each of their bodies was very thick.

Jeez! Kwaaaaang!

A faint roar from the shock wave can be heard.

There is nothing in the world that can compare to it. It is literally peerless. Such was the fight between these people who are rarely compared to those in the world today.

Heonwonchang and Shinsobin tried hard to ignore the sight.

Their battlefield was elsewhere. They had to prevent Jeongyeonshin from getting caught up in something unfortunate.

Although the warriors of other sects who had even used the Anbeop were drooling everywhere, it was right to ignore them all.

“The combined attack of the Shaolin Master and the Hwasan Jangmunin… It seems like we’re not seeing things through hallucinations… … .”

“Is it really them?”

“They don’t look very good. But they are monks and Taoists. Who else could there be besides them?”

“The Dark Emperor will definitely… … .”

Kwaaaaaaaang―!

In an instant, an incredible roar swept through the heavens and earth, and an invisible shock wave rippled through the skin and even raised the hair of the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, exclamations of admiration erupted from all over, as Master Beomheo and Yulhanangrang somehow managed to move and repel the dragon far away.

These were the words of those whose eyes could not keep up with the movements of the peerless masters.

The story about the young man in purple robe did not come out.

Heonwonchang saw the sight of Jeongyeonshin’s fist pushing away the dragon in the early stages, but it was impossible for the ronin or native warriors’ techniques to be activated in such a timely manner.

The civilians of Hangzhou were beyond words.

“Those guys from the Heavenly Gate.”

He grumbled as he walked briskly. A disaster had come to the earth. He had to somehow dissipate the tension that was running down his spine like an ice rink.

“If Moonju disappeared, we could have just assumed he died somewhere, but we don’t have the guts to ask our Lord Jeong directly… Hmm? Why… … .”

Suddenly, Heonwonchang looked back and saw Shin Sobin in his eyes.

A blank look on her face with her mouth slightly open. Beneath her sharply cut short hair, the hem of her blue dress was fluttering in the wind.

“Damage.”

She licked her lips.

“what?”

“Give me the Yongmo Pagi. It belongs to the thirteen heavenly lords.”

This wasn’t the usual Shin So-bin. Something felt off. Heon Won-chang didn’t ask again and quickly searched through his pockets, but then stopped for a moment when he heard her questioning soliloquy.

“Why is the prince of the proxy country here… …?”

A voice filled with extreme tension. The prince of a fallen nation refers to a direct descendant of a fallen nation. It also meant a sword-wielding lord.

Shin So-bin was already holding a sword.