Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 503

◈ Battle of Ip-Hwang (3)

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Some of the masters who were fiercely fighting on the battlefield witnessed the scene.

The sight of the head of the Supreme Guardian of the Muryonghoe being crushed at the feet of a young man who suddenly appeared through the air.

It was an incomprehensible sight. At this moment, it was as mysterious as the thirteen thousand absolute beings who were about to occupy the three sides of the southeast and west of the vast Ip Hwangseong Fortress.

Another manifestation of the master of tax evasion.

Wooooow!

In an instant, the air in all directions began to sway violently.

It was the influence of the waves. The reason was that not only the giant waves surrounding Iphwangseong, but even the main force of the Shingeomdan simultaneously broadcasted the sound to all parts of the battlefield.

The masters of my Qigong used the most reliable means to inform the appearance of a major variable: to their superiors and subordinates, colleagues, or to their teachers and students, fellow students, and fellow siblings.

―Purple appears thirty steps in front of the main gate!

– The monk is dead! Don’t wait for instructions!

―What the hell… Didn’t they say purple would come?

―Listen! Isn’t this different from the promise? We are ronin! Life is more important than the price of the sword!

-I don’t know what kind of technique it is…!

The nature of the emperor.

Now the greatest fortress in the world, housing ninety-nine large and small pavilions.

When fighting in such a wide open space, even the most skilled warriors will have limitations in assessing the situation.

That was why at this moment, the blue warrior Sambok of the Myungryu Corps was standing at the corner of the castle wall.

“Ugh… … .”

The far right corner of the main gate.

It is on top of the castle wall where the two walls extending to the south and east meet vertically.

The young warrior Sambok looked out over the battlefield from a position where he could see both sides. He kept his heels firmly planted on the ground so that he could withdraw at any time.

He was one of the best performers in the famous drama school. He had a wide field of vision and was a street clown with a knack for acting, so he was often dispatched on military missions.

In a war like the current one, the role was to understand the situation.

‘Gunma Green Forest…!’

Sambok’s eyes sharpened as he looked toward the main gate.

The bandits who use words like weapons have brought almost all the elite warriors.

A group close to the power of one thirteen thousand great waves. Even the Muryonghoe and the ronin of Yeo-ryeong are a problem.

If you ignore the newly manifested Jeongyeonshin and rush forward, the signboard of Ip Hwang Seong could really break. It would be a big deal.

There is another problem.

It wasn’t just the main gate that was overwhelming. Sambok immediately turned his head to the left and narrowed his eyes.

From afar, beneath the roof of the pavilion that draws an elegant curve, a beggar woman with long, flowing, oily black hair can be seen here and there.

A body that is silent compared to the unsteady steps.

As the natural warriors rushed towards her, their legs were shattered or their abdomens were pierced by something unseen, and they fell down without a sound.

As if the air brushing against the woman’s long legs swallowed up all sound.

Dream moon.

Aaaah …

Occasionally, he presses the spout of the bottle he has tilted up to his lips and hums a tune that is almost chaotic.

Even though her movements were like those of a drunk out for a walk, not a single person could stop her. She was literally unbeatable.

‘I saw the extreme of Heo Cho…!’

The strength goes into Sambok’s fist.

The eastern part of Ip Hwang Seong encountered a method that was difficult to fathom.

Naturally, the morale is bound to drop, but the few people with the true nature to even shake hands with the best are in a situation where they are fighting a life-or-death battle with the leaders of the thirteen thousand elites.

The arrival of the Gunma Green Forest is a huge problem, but it is not something that can be stopped by the hands of the new sword master alone.

That was when.

Suddenly, a figure rose from within the nature. It was a very violent wave of energy. It was Magaju Majin.

Instead of commanding the Maga’s formation and the household’s soldiers, he personally stepped forward. It seemed like he was planning to confront Mong-in-wol-ju right away. Even though there was absolutely no chance of winning.

This kind of situation was unfolding everywhere in the country.

In a situation where they are outnumbered, the means to defeat the peerless master lies deep within their nature.

‘But if the enemies completely invade the inside of the fortress, then in the future… … .’

The symbolism of the rough character “荒” will fall to the ground.

The majesty of the words was a shield for the common people, and it was the reason why the enemies at this moment primarily tried to defile the nature or to tear down the signboard.

Phew!

Sambok smashed the skull of a ronin who had approached from behind with the power of Shihwamugeukkwon Jinbyeok. Then he raised all his body’s energy to the level of his neck.

[Your Majesty,]

It was time to create a big variable.

[You’ve arrived.]

He said.

At the same time, the sound of the Six Combat Battles echoed between the walls and spread out in all directions.

In the battlefield of masters where silence is an unwritten rule, he broke the taboo that was not a taboo and made a big splash.

In that moment, Sambok witnessed it.

The sight of Mong-in-wol-ju, who had been waving his arms and legs, stopping in his tracks.

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A young man with long purple robes and two swords hanging from his waist walked across the ruins.

wickedness-

Jeongyeonshin roughly rubbed the leather shoes she had worn tightly against the ground. This was right after she had brought forward the death of an old man who would have died soon.

Small pieces of bone and flesh crunched underfoot with a harsh sound. It was a disaster.

He looked around silently. He opened his eyes and surveyed the battlefield that stretched across the entire city, while imprinting the sights he saw in his mind.

A very wide road that leads straight to the cradle of Jeongyeonsin.

It was a place where he once held a ceremony with Heonwonchang, so it was safe to say that it was the place where their journey as martial artists began.

Naturally, it was the most familiar route to Jeongyeonshin in the world. It was the route she had to use every time she returned from completing a mission.

I remember which stalls and which merchants sold sweets, ornaments, and trinkets.

I also had an idea of where the pipe would bend and bend slightly. It felt very peaceful.

“… … .”

It’s different now.

It was full of a spicy and bitter scent.

A smell that shouldn’t be here. It’s the scent of the rapid discharge of water and the wounds that burst as a result.

Also, the sight of the ground being badly damaged, the loud noises and violent movements echoing from all directions, and the sight of civilians disappearing without a trace did not fit this place.

“Island…?”

It was a girl’s whisper.

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had turned around, met eyes with her most trustworthy senior at that moment.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Iphwangsinchang Aksurim quietly examines Jeongyeonshin’s entire body with his pitch-black eyes. It seems like he values the condition of his body more than his extraordinary movement methods.

Just that alone made Jeongyeonshin feel as warm as a cloud. Somehow, she felt energized.

After uniting with Cheonhamok, it was as if the greatly consumed energy was restored by imitating the swordsmanship of the Oedo Jeilgeom.

He asked softly.

“Did you plan on facing it alone?”

“You know, there is no one in nature.”

Aksurim said. His tone was rather flat.

It’s very different from usual. It’s hard to find any playfulness in his face.

He looked lonely as he turned his back on Iphwangseong and held only a spear, which was a characteristic that many martial artists who had been to the martial arts world many times had.

Meanwhile, behind Jeong Yeon-shin, who was facing her, the sound of a large number of horsemen was growing rapidly. It was bringing a vibration so great that it was deafening.

“Who were those guys?”

Kwak.

Aksurim, who had been holding the spear for a while, asked.

It seemed as if I had seen the shadows of people rising and disappearing together with Jeong Yeon-shin earlier. Even the best masters have difficulty completely capturing each other’s feelings.

Her natural black eye color was improved compared to before, regardless of her age.

“Here are some helpers who will help you out for a little while.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered like that and slowly turned around again.

A herd of people and horses suddenly appeared before my eyes.

The waist of the man leading the huge horse is an eyesore.

The sight of two round figures hanging was somehow unpleasant, especially since their figures could not be clearly identified due to the yellowish fog.

It was a special miracle.

‘Gunma Green Forest.’

A giant wave that stole some of the divine martial arts of the northern powers known as Byeolse Sang and became the Thirteen Heavenly King in an instant.

Even though he must have seen Jeongyeonshin, he doesn’t stop charging. Instead, he raises a cloud of dust like a wave and increases the intensity of the vibration.

It felt like an earthquake was coming, as each time a horse’s hooves hit the ground, waves of energy from the riders on their fine steeds would ripple out.

at the same time.

At the forefront, the mouth of the Gunma Green Forest Commander-in-Chief moved vaguely. It was as if he was a learned Confucian scholar, paying homage to the man.

‘I salute you.’

Horsemanship. Observing the world from above.

The sound of horse hooves became a thunderous roar.

Phagec!

The ground cracks and pushes back. A series of processes in which enormous pressure overlaps another pressure, creating a translucent force field.

It was as if they were using the heavily formed barrier like a castle wall as an overwhelming attack, and the man who started to raise a large axe at the forefront was none other than Taebaekbuwang Jegangcheon.

It felt like the entire castle was being pushed in. It wasn’t a charge that anyone could take on alone.

On the other hand, Jeong Yeon-shin needs to take a moment to catch her breath after demonstrating her transcendent swordsmanship.

Kugugugugu!!

It’s close now.

The gazes of Jeong Yeon-shin and the chief secretary met in a calm manner. At the same time, Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand, which had descended along with the afterimage, grabbed the hilt of the Mudangpa Songmungogeom.

It was behind his shoulder.

thud!

Aksurim, who had spun around with his long sleeves fluttering like a painting, then threw his long spear.

In an instant, space distorted in her grasp, and a long silver ray stretched out in an explosive ripple.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―!

The silver spear, flying like a bolt of lightning, pierces straight into the hazy air of the cavalry charge.

For a moment, flames rose fiercely at that point.

Phew!

The long spear of Aksurim made a rough friction sound and passed through the bodies of five mounted warriors, exploding in a row.

At the same time, however subtle.

The cavalry charge of Gunma Nokrim was slowed down. It would be correct to say that the momentum of the natural disaster was momentarily broken.

And yet, the rush of the new martial arts ‘Akwi Gwancheonha’ continued like a storm, lasting only a moment, but in front of the group that would have originally collided with Aksurim, there was Jeong Yeon-shin, drawing his Songmungogeom.

Swallowing the long, deep breath of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi in one go.

thud.

He rolled on the ground once.

The waves of awakening flowed into the ground. For a moment, the light wheel of the heart spun around violently, making a loud noise.

At the same time, in his mind, the shapes of Socheonmujeok, Amcheonje, and Songmungogeom were created with light.

Krrrr!

It was a moment.

The ground shattered and rose up from beneath the herd of horses that charged right up to their noses.

The legs of the horses that had been stretching out powerfully were forcibly folded up, and as if that was not enough, the ground itself rose up like a wave, lifting up five hundred pairs of horses in their entirety.

It was a sight like no other, with peerless sorcery and martial arts skills.

The war horses that had been staring at Jeongyeonshin with murderous eyes and exhaling thick breath suddenly let out a scream.

Heeeeeeeeeeek!

The masters of Gunma Green Forest suddenly surged forward diagonally while galloping. The hooves of the horses that had been trampling down Gongsun Se-ga, Shandong Aka, and Namgung Se-ga in succession kicked the air in vain.

Among them, only two or three people, including the commander, were able to stand upright and step on the stirrups on either side of the war horse.

For the first time, a faint look of bewilderment appeared in their previously indifferent eyes.

Like their subordinates who were floating in the air for a moment.

“… … !”

Below that.

The old sword of Songmungogeom went up.

Phew!

A strange suction force occurred as Jeongyeonshin swung the iron sword straight down.

The power derived from the secret of the Taegeuk gathered the winds blowing in all directions at that moment and pulled the axe of one of the masters of Gunma Nokrim without hesitation.

widely.

A heartbeat-like sound came from Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand as she naturally grabbed the axe handle.

The vibration of the sword song that was immediately activated spread out above my head, in a thoroughly dense form like a hazy mist.

Boom! Kookoo Kook!

Five hundred pairs of war horses and masters fell, blood gushing from their eyes, noses, and mouths. Dull vibrations clanked and crashed down on the ground like the afterglow of a sword fight.

within.

The countless tendons that pulsed through each of their bodies began to fade away.

Damage equivalent to annihilation.

The movements of the masters roaming the southern battlefield all stopped.

In that moment, the blade and head of the axe in Jeongyeonshin’s hand cracked and turned into dust, scattering in the air, but it could not break the silence that had thickly colored the battlefield.

“… … .”

Damn it.

Two masters under the command of Gunma Nokrim General Chaeju dropped their horses in midair and landed.

These two people, clad in orphaned silver armor, were a middle-aged man and woman, each holding an axe and a spear, but their faces were expressionless, like plain white porcelain.

On one side, the only one who had landed completely on his battle horse was Jeong Yeon-shin and Aksurim, with their backs turned.

In the meantime.

The young man wearing a purple robe slowly opened his lips. He put the Songmun Sword back into its scabbard and roughly threw the axe, with only the handle left, on the ground.

Bam.

[Admission.]

It was a voice brimming with power.

[Keep your place.]

Jeong Yeon-shin’s voice filled the battlefield softly like an echo.