Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 509

◈ Battle of Ip-Hwang (9)

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The sky is cloudy.

It didn’t feel like a bitter winter. Rather, it was a landscape closer to a summer day, and even the air was so hot that it rippled in the air.

Thud.

Blackened stone fragments fall gloomily from the already collapsed walls.

The castle walls once stretched out vastly, but now lay long and sunken into the ground like an unfinished sand castle built by the giant Pangu of old legend.

It made a crackling sound as if it had been exposed to intense sunlight for a long time.

The western border of the Battle of Iphwangseong.

A group of nearly two thousand people are divided into two sides, staring at each other silently. They are circulating the energy inside their bodies with their internal breathing.

The number of Ronin troops was enormous. No one could guess how many groups of ronin the Yeo Ryeong Ju was operating behind the scenes.

Even on one side of the thirteen thousand-thousand camp, there were about thirty iron men, who had previously destroyed the Iphwangseong camp.

like that.

After several fights had already taken place.

On the ground that separated them, a dark red blood stain glistened. It had a somewhat damp texture. The ground had not yet absorbed all the blood that had flowed so far.

Those who had already stormed in from outside were turning their backs on the ruined castle walls. The Iphwangseong side had been pushed back quite a bit.

However, the martial arts masters that Yeo-ryeong had gathered were expressionless. Between them, the sound of the sound wave was constantly flowing faintly.

—What about Yeo Ryeong-ju?

—I can’t see it. It’s a little strange. Maybe they gave up on the plan… .

—Nonsense. Even if the Wild Ones unexpectedly appeared, isn’t it too early to say that the situation has completely turned around? At least, it’s something that has been prepared for over a decade.

—Of course, I don’t think that Gwangya Ilmyeol will be able to defeat both Muryonghoeju and Gunma Nokrim Cheonchaeju at the same time… … .

That was when.

“Aren’t those worries coming so quickly that you can just take what you want and walk away?”

The ronin’s lips moved in response to the words of the middle-aged man wearing blue silk clothes, and their spirits stopped.

Guan Ma-jon (管魔尊), known as the confidant of Yeo-ryeong-ju, overheard the transmission. For a moment, they were unable to hide their chills and were shocked with their faces covered in shock.

Swish.

Guan Ma-Jon slowly carried his luggage behind his back.

And then he opened his mouth, drawing a smile with his eyes as thin as a thread.

“Throughout history, there has never been a fight like this in the world of martial arts. This is truly a great war that the entire world is watching. What good will come from lowering morale with groundless speculation?”

“… … .”

“Oh, the royal guard dogs are coming again. Of course, they don’t want to see the Six Harmonious Demon Walls of the Haeil Kwoncheon again. Everyone, move.”

As he spoke, translucent propulsion waves exploded in all directions, and suddenly, the two masters who stepped on the waves and rushed towards each other collided, creating a violent shockwave.

Kookoo gugugugu! Jjeojeong!

The air trembles violently. The battlefield becomes noisy in an instant, as if a bomb had exploded.

Then, the person who had been sitting cross-legged at the feet of the Guan Ma-Jon slowly stood up.

He is not tall.

There is nothing particularly notable about his body shape, but at this moment, just by raising his body, the surrounding scenery begins to gently bend.

It was because of the heat that was vaguely swirling along the body lines.

“… … .”

He was wearing a slightly faded red battle dagger and his face was hidden by a mask shaped like a four-eyed ghost. The only thing different was his appearance, which seemed to be imitating the great general of a country like a clown.

Guan Ma-Jun turned around to look at him and narrowed his eyebrows.

“Have you already finished the Un-gi-haeng-gong? The Yeong-dan you swallowed is the ‘Man-yang (晩陽)’ of the text, which is comparable to the Summoning Dan. No matter how deep my studies are, I still have to catch one Shi-jin and melt it into the acupoints.”

The masked man answered him softly.

“The fortune of the battlefield lasts a long time.”

His pronunciation was slightly slurred. His speech and actions were impeccable compared to his splendid attire. However, Guan Ma-Jon only said a short word and closed his mouth.

“Remember the promise.”

Thirteen Heavenly Lord Haeil Kwoncheon did not answer.

Damn it.

As he silently took a step forward, some of the Ip Hwang Sung masters who saw the sight began to move faster to activate the formation.

Suddenly the world became slow.

The Haeil Kwoncheon transformed into a reddish light in its place and passed through the entire battlefield, leaving a gentle curve on the ground.

A movement that floats through a completely different time.

In a situation where even the castle walls that had previously contained the energy of the formation had collapsed, there was nothing that could stop Hae-il-kwon-cheon.

Even the roar of his nerves resonated in fragments.

Kwa— Kwa— Kwa—!

The bodies of those who were swallowed up by the trajectory’s influence melted away, regardless of whether they were enemies or not. Most of them were ronin who had not yet been able to look back.

However, Haeil Kwoncheon pushed that figure back for a long time and ran deep into the nature.

The sight of the ground sinking and sagging with each step, and the new body being thrust forward even before the ground had even turned into a swamp of heat.

For a moment, the greedy eyes of the ronin who were slowly following the path he had made turned towards the westernmost end.

Magwangik Hall. The origin of the Seomyemu Maek, where you never know what divine powers may be sleeping inside.

“… … !”

Hurrah!

But even a part of that fort began to collapse and burn. It was the aftereffect of the movement of the Haeil Kwoncheon.

Of course, the walls of the smoke chambers where the footprints of the magician Ma Gwang-ik’s techniques remained were also shattered and covered in soot.

However, Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu and Seonmokryeongju Cheonsoso, who were having breakfast there, were unable to catch up with the evil spirit.

This is because there was a strange difference in the speed of recovery of luck.

In this way, Haeil Kwoncheon was the first in history to cross the inner wall of Iphwangseong in a straight line without any obstructions, and reached his destination in no time.

thud!

A small castle made of pure white marble.

It was a thousand gold coins and no coins.

“… … .”

Even though they had entered the main castle, there were still thirty guards standing guard.

If it was natural, it would be natural. In Shaolin, it would be Janggyeonggak. There was no way that the place where all the martial arts secrets of Iphwangseong were stored would be treated lightly.

His voice flowed out dully from the mask worn by Haeil Kwoncheon.

“Get out of the way.”

“This is my first time welcoming an outsider here. May I ask you what your business is?”

CLANG!

The young man who opened the door of Cheon Geum Mu Go asked. He and the other officials of the General Office did not show respect to the enemy.

It was the same even if the enemy facing you was a peerless master who held your life in his hands.

Writer Oh Il-hwan.

He has a close relationship with Jeong Gong. It was a relationship that started when the boy Jeong, holding the secrets of Seomyeomu Maek in his arms, knocked on the door of Cheongeummugo.

At that moment, Yeo-ryeong’s Guan Ma-jon landed next to Hae-il-kwon-cheon and opened his mouth.

“No need to say more. I know that there is a method of setting fire to an invincible intruder who enters your golden palace. Release it here.”

“You’re causing trouble.”

The moment Oh Mun-sa spat out those words expressionlessly, the guards who had been standing there guarding him all drew their swords and aimed them at the intruder.

Guan Ma-Jon turned his gaze to Hae-Il-Kwon-Cheon and said.

“Start with Ah-hyeol and go to Bun-geun-chaek-gol. I came with you because I was worried about you, but I remembered that Yullyeong-dae-ju and Seon-mok-ryeong-ju were unable to do anything until we got here. This seems like a golden opportunity… I plan to kill Seon-mok-ryeong-ju Cheon So-so at least.”

Well, you probably have a lot more experience with torture than I do anyway.

When the demon king who had been muttering like that turned around.

From afar.

An old man slowly walked toward them, seemingly having just turned back in the alley.

Sabak—

A gait that is hard to see as being strong.

It was closer to the footsteps of an old man who was good at using his body rather than an unmanned one, and at first glance, only the hem of his precious purple sleeve was fluttering elegantly.

Although there would have been an attendant to help the old man get around, he was alone.

But when Guan Ma-Jun saw him, a bright color came to his face.

“Aren’t you the senior lord of Iphwangseong? You have truly come with honor.”

“What is precious to me? I am just a shabby body like you.”

The divine wall answered the demon king.

Meanwhile, Haeil Kwoncheon just stared blankly at the main gate of Cheon Geum Moo Go. He didn’t seem to care at all about the old man who had already fallen into ruin.

The priest asked without paying attention to him.

“You should only focus on the annihilation of your true nature. Why are you doing such a thing in the poor library?”

“There are books that we urgently need to take before this place burns down. For example, precious books such as Jeonggadonggong, Hwan-gang, Yong-hwan-geom, Hap-hwa-singong, and all of Seon-mok-ryeong’s martial arts. Surely they wouldn’t have kept books like Jeonggadonggong and Hwan-gang in the Magwang-ik Hall?”

“Ignorant bastard. How many of them do you think are stored in this library?”

“If I can get even one, that’s enough. But I’m curious about something else. How did someone who is not in good health walk so quickly?”

“A thousand gold and silver swords are placed next to the Emperor’s family. This is the law of nature.”

“Ah, the shrine was nearby. I understand.”

Guan Ma-Jon continued speaking with a smile.

“I have another question. This one concerns your courage. What confidence do you have…?”

Wow!

His new form, which had disappeared from its place, appeared, grabbing Shinbyeok’s shoulder.

Naturally, the purple hem of the dress was wrinkled. It seemed to indicate the current status of Iphwangseong in the world of martial arts.

“…Why did you show yourself? You are now an old man with only a facade.”

“… … .”

Before we knew it, the area around Cheongummugo was filled with the heat radiating from Haeilwoncheon.

The silence that filled the surroundings thickly, riding on the sunlight. The transparent sky was at this moment wrinkled like the hem of an old man’s clothes.

That was when.

Guan Ma-Jon suddenly overheard a faint sound.

Where did it come from and stick its tongue in? It was a distinct pronunciation unique to writers. It was the voice of the Grand Chancellor of Ip Hwang-seong.

[… Heo (許). The formation has been prepared, and the area is… up to… The previous generation’s Shin Geum Danju’s Won Yeong Shin… is now activated.]

“yet.”

The new wall moved its wrinkled lips with an expressionless face. Instead of responding to Jeon-eun, it was making a statement to the Guanma-jon.

“My spirit is purple.”

Before he could finish his words, a breath of energy rose from beneath the ground, covering the old man’s feet and rising through his entire body.

Woof!

At the same time, a translucent wave of energy spread from the forehead of the divine wall.

A wave originating from the god of the upper chamber that had been polished for a long time. At that moment, strength entered the hand of the Guan Ma-Jon that was holding the old man’s shoulder.

‘I won’t take you hostage! I will kill you here!’

It was a moment.

For a moment, an afterimage of a figure with long, roughly tied hair flowing like a waterfall appeared in the new form of the wall.

Phew!

The lips of the old man with the yellowish complexion were covered with elastic skin, and his somewhat emaciated limbs were swollen with smooth muscle curves.

It was a mystery that rivaled a complete transformation. It was as if something extremely mysterious had filled my body.

“… … !”

Without even a moment to surprise them from afar.

The next moment, the old man’s wall disappeared, and a woman with long hair flowing down her back in a purple robe stood in his place, as if a ghost had taken on a physical form and taken possession of a human body.

It was a state where the spirit of the deceased left behind in a higher realm, resonated with the upper body of the deceased, which was also of a very high level, and was materialized as the original body from the time of life.

An arrangement that can only be made when a human reaches the level of a divine sword master.

A martial artist who transcends death.

Her red lips move with a generous feeling.

[How much time is left?]

—It’s half a day.

[It’s overflowing.]

The old Shingeomdanju didn’t care whether Guan Ma-Jun took his hand off her shoulder or not. He just lightly placed his palm on her opponent.

at the same time.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The formless tension that completely destroyed Guan Ma-Jun’s body like mud swept Hae-Il-Gwon-Cheon’s body to the side and pinned it against one of the walls.

Woohoo!

In that moment, a thunderous vibration spread from the crack centered on that point, gently shaking the entire battlefield.

Shincheonhwa muttered, shaking his hand.

[I should be able to see my successor’s face.]