Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 536

Gangho People’s Book (2)

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The cliff shook once.

The masters of Ma Gwang-ik stopped for a moment as they ran up the rough stone wall backwards. Among them was Shin So-bin. They were also standing vertically on the cliff.

She avoids the falling stones by just slightly turning her head. Her long braided hair sways like a sword with the white waves. She quickly shakes off the hem of her blue sleeve.

“just now….”

“It was a law of attraction.”

A man with a taciturn expression spoke as he passed by Shin So-bin. Surama Baek Na Il-cheon. A blue-haired master with pale skin, he once assisted Jin Myeong-jo in the Blood Corps.

He was such a tall person that even Jeong Yeon-shin during the reign of King Ma Gwang-ik did not dare to push side dishes towards him.

“If one thousand is a thousand, then it is accurate.”

The one-eyed, black-clad figure, Cheongmyeong, lets out a small voice. It was far above.

The distance between them gradually grew wider with footsteps that resembled the ten-mile journey. He was running alone as if he was going to abandon his men.

Cheongmyeong’s words were nothing new. Those from the Bohyeoldae were particularly sensitive to divine energy.

The voices of the masters of Magwangik rang out everywhere.

“Who is the opponent?”

“It must be Bukdo or the shaman Jang Moon-in.”

“Why is Your Majesty shaking hands with Seonje? No matter where you look, it’s only a loss. The buttocks of the top martial artists leading the Daebangpa are not heavy for nothing. It’s a problem whether you win the fight or lose…”

“What’s wrong with winning?”

“If the process is not very good, the relationship between the factions will go wrong. It will be difficult to join hands later. Even if the parties involved accept the decision, the minds of the disciples are different. Of course, there is no law that says that even the shaman will be like that. It is highly likely that Jeong Gong clashed with Bukdo from the beginning.”

“You should also keep in mind the shaman Jang Moon-in. There are rumors that the closure of Hyun Gong Jin-in’s office after more than ten years was due to a demon possessed by Juhwa.”

grasp!

It moves again.

They talked about climbing cliffs with only the secrets of pure lightness, not the wall-climbing technique of wall-climbing.

A faint white light was left behind at every step of the power, and it was a realm where the light waves of the Gwangyegyeol were applied to all martial arts.

There are no white ones among them.

When the Gwanggeomdae unmanned forces were returned, they were all sent back to the original city, and except for Cheongmyeong, they were all blue.

“Those kids are so laid-back.”

The one-armed O-wol-hyang glanced down and spoke.

Far below the ranks of the masters of Magwangik.

Kookung, kugukung―

The incomprehensible horses are running vertically up the cliff. Even though they are far behind, their weight is still shaking the cliff.

A chilling vibration was regularly heard from the large horseshoes, a sight far beyond common sense.

The overall atmosphere was indifferent.

‘That’s a ridiculous move. Unless you’ve learned the art of speaking… … .’

Shin So-bin opened her mouth slightly from a distance. She was running towards the ten-mile road with her upper body leaning forward.

Among the masters of Magwangik who had mastered the Gwangyeok technique, hers was the most powerful.

“Looking at the register, it seems like he is not an ordinary person who is well-versed in the world of martial arts. If he knows this land that well, even if he is from the northern provinces, he cannot look down on our great lord… no, on Jeong Gong. No matter what the reason, I am sure he will not clash with him.”

“That directory.”

Nilecheon, who was running along the wall from a point higher than Shin So-bin, asked.

“Who was the second?”

It was a meaningful question.

The top one is obviously the Lord of the Imperial Palace. Therefore, the second one is the one judged by the Northern Martial Arts Association to be the most dangerous person in the current martial arts world.

The most active absolute being. It would be correct to say that he was practically the best in the world.

Yong Hee-myeong, the leader of the contemporary Shingeomdan.

Or someone else.

Of course, it had to be the former for the unmanned people of the Imperial City. It was also the same for those who knew about the Banrohwandong of the parasitic Ma Yeon-jeok.

The dark sword of nature should not and could not be in that register.

Actually, it’s not just the second one.

The entire register was of interest to everyone. It couldn’t be otherwise. Among the countless people, Jeong Yeon-shin was in a very high position.

It was just put on the back burner for a moment because of urgent matters that needed to be discussed and the situations that were at hand.

The book was already in Shin So-bin’s arms, but Jeong Yeon-shin was emitting a blast of energy from a place their eyes couldn’t reach. They had to put it in their sight right away.

Shin So-bin hesitated while running.

“That was a bit strange. I guess it was because the letters were blurry from the fourth time onwards, as if it had been infused with spirituality… I guess it requires a considerable amount of eye mastery.”

“Daeju, look over there!”

Suddenly, the voice of Sa-wol-gung-gwi, Wi-ye-ryeong, rang out. Cheong-myeong, who was galloping alone far above, turned his head, and Wi-ye-ryeong’s shout followed his gaze.

“It’s the Imperial Martial Arts!”

A long ridge extending sideways.

There was a figure running towards the same point as Ma Gwang-ik. It was a point that could only be seen as being very small, but it was incredibly fast.

We got noticeably closer to the place where the shamans were gathering.

“What is that?”

bang!

The Magwangikju Cheongmyeong soared, shattering the stone wall.

“I’ll go first, you maggots.”

His soft voice fell like a gust of wind down the cliff. But the crowd of people, including even those with prayers comparable to those of Cheongmyeong, did not respond.

It was just quiet.

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Preemptive strike.

It is undoubtedly the pinnacle of martial arts in Gangho.

He was said to be the best in the world when it came to flexibility and strength.

He was an old man who could even brush away the might of a man as if it were a feather. It was not limited to martial arts, but was also the same in martial arts.

‘They say that from the nickname, you have seen the end of the Immortal Way and the martial arts.’

It’s different now.

“Bargaining with your disciple’s life. That doesn’t sound good to a master. You must understand.”

An old voice.

There is no face that is as difficult to read as a cloud in the distant sky. There is a naked madness in the wrinkled skin, and the footsteps approaching Jeongyeonshin are filled with extreme power.

The grass nearby was immediately falling apart and the ground was cracking open.

Ding- doong-

A deep sound, as if rising from the abyss.

It was not an awakening, but just a simple step, and yet it was like this. The ground and the air were trembling slightly.

‘The atmosphere is thick.’

Jeongyeonshin felt a vibration that penetrated from the soles of her feet to the acupoints all over her body. It was a sound close to penetrating, and at this point, it was inevitable that it would affect her internal energy operation.

It was an unbelievable failure, even though it was not perfect due to the old horse.

The fight has already begun.

Even if a match is decided once, the next match is unknown in the competition between experts. The first thing to do was to check each other’s skills.

Jeong Yeon-shin kicked the Songmun Sword away.

Kkaaaak!

The super-light dream horse stuck in the ground screams as if it’s being torn apart.

But that was all. It was because Jeongyeonshin had retrieved the energy that had been tied to the sword.

Then, a pure white lightning bolt streaked across the air and was sucked into his hand, then with a bang, took the shape of a long sword.

Saaaaa―

The lightning was revealed in the pieces of the Neungbeop Gwangryungi that were breaking apart like snowflakes. It was held entirely in Jeongyeonshin’s hands and let out a roaring sound, a sword sound stronger than ever before.

The energy wave he emitted seemed to scratch the handle of Songmungogeom.

“why.”

Jeongyeonshin bit the sword softly and then flinched inside. It was because she was afraid that she would look like a madman.

“… … .”

But at this moment, no one in the audience looked at him differently. Fortunately, Jeong Yeon-shin was able to focus on Hyun Gong-jin. While protecting the dignity of the Danju deputy.

Hyun Gong-jin said calmly.

“Since you have made a bet, I will make one too. Even if the sword of Bindo is pressed against you, you will still keep your promise.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“You’re confident. Did you gain the power of the Three Clearings?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“You’ll find out.”

The words rang out in front of Jeong Yeon-shin. Hyun Gong-jin had narrowed the distance with one step. It wasn’t even a sword, but a close-range melee. Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyebrows furrowed in an instant.

―Jeunjong is connected with Chilseongdunhyeong, making it a rare movement in the world. They don’t need a different type of empty space.

Reflect on Shincheonhwa’s advice.

Now I know for sure. It was one of the stories that Shincheonhwa’s Wonyoungshin told me before he left for Mudeungsan from Iphwangseong, just before he disappeared from the world.

Jeongyeonshin’s hands became blurry.

bang!

The shockwave exploded. The two people’s palms collided on each other’s chests. The concentric air currents that erupted in an instant sent the weeds flying in all directions.

Even though both sides had used the method of replenishment, they sank to the ground. Even though the ground itself was filled with the energy of Mt. Mudang.

The density of the aerodynamic forces is different.

It was a fight at the peak of martial arts.

Unlike when they first met, Jeong Yeon-shin’s mind was very clear. That alone made a difference in many areas. It was like that right from Jeong Yeon-shin’s Jaycho-shik.

‘personification.’

The shadows of the hands blew like clouds, causing a strong wind. The second first movement of the Shihwamu Geuksu. The afterimages, each wrapped in a spiral current, overlapped as one on the abdomen of Hyungong Jinin.

That exit.

All the hand shadows were covered with a mirror.

Kookookookookung!

A muffled roar rang out.

It was the sound of the Hyeonokgojeoksam (玄玉孤寂衫), a self-defense weapon handed down only to shamans, collapsing from within.

At that moment, Hyun Gong Jin was hitting Jeong Yeon Shin’s chin as if he was using the palm of his hand as a battering ram.

bang!

Jeongyeonshin bounces back up.

There was no softness in the series of techniques. It was just endlessly brutal.

‘Ugh.’

Shards of light made from the hems of the Tang siblings’ clothes flutter across my vision, while a tremendous shockwave pours into my head.

But Jeongyeonshin kept her eyes focused clearly.

His self-defense technique was not completely destroyed. Rather, he even managed to strike back into the palm of Hyun-gong-jin’s hand.

“How…?”

Hyun Gong Jin lets out a short, puzzled sound. This is because all the inputs and responses are connected like a single circle.

At this moment, the sight of Jeongyeonshin naturally gaining distance from the air and swinging her lightning bolt was also like that. The entire supernatural movement was taking place at the speed of Lee Hyeong-hwan.

Sword and Thunder Tomb Style

Nine Blue Rivers

Kuuuuung―!

Thunderbolts crashing down like a flooding river.

It was a sword strike that had been built up to its limit with just two exchanges of moves.

At the same time, it was also a supernatural connection that went beyond providence. At this moment, all of Jeongyeonshin’s movements left behind a thick illusion like the flapping of a moth’s wings.

Even the recoil required to change diet is used with the strength of all my body.

‘Transcendence is natural…!’

At this moment, even Hyun Gong Jin had no choice but to raise his sword, and the moment the two blades clashed, there was a thunderous sound and the mist of Mt. Wudang was torn to pieces on both sides.

It goes without saying that the body of the super-light dreamer was flailing violently while stuck in the Songmungo sword. It was because it was fixed to the ground even though it should have bounced back for a long time.

Hwaaaaaaaah!

A huge straight line ran through the gap in the pure white clouds. The shock wave from the clash of swords carved a path through the sky.

It was obvious.

The knot of the Geomryeoseomneungsik was breaking free from the shaman’s sword.

‘This is also natural.’

Jeong Yeon-shin witnessed Sam Bong-jin.

To the few with exceptionally keen senses, the illusion of the old monk is like the sun. A perfect being, literally.

There are few beings in the world today who can give Jeongyeonshin a painful glare.

At best, it would be nothing more than the Iphwangseongju who had completely removed the functions of the natural sword he wore on his body and the northern warrior who was only rumored. Now, that was the position it was in, and it should have been that way.

‘Anyway.’

Even though Won Yeong-shin’s energy may not have been as strong as it was in his lifetime, his body was definitely that of Jang Sam-bong.

And for Jeongyeonshin, the strength of the energy is not important.

The true nature and body of these people, whose lives were fierce, were the source of infinite inspiration, and so Jeong Yeon-shin was able to see herself as an old person for a brief moment. With the permission of the old Songmungogeom.

Sabak.

That was the reason why his expression was calm as he stepped on the ground again. On the contrary, an unprecedented shock appeared on the faces of those present.

Three sums.

It was the time it took for the mouth of the Hyun Gong Jin-in, who had his feet planted on the ground, to open again.

“Take a little rest.”

“… … !”

“The old man’s body aches.”

Was it an illusion? The old voice became a little clearer. The winter wind was calmly subsiding even though we didn’t share a single word.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Jeong Yeon-shin responded calmly. At the same time, the sound of the book placed on one side of the table rang out.

[That blue flame has a strange ability.]

On the ground, surrounded by a bluish Taegeuk like a carpet. Occasionally, amidst sparks that jump out in blue.

Hwaruk-

The hem of Jeongyeonshin’s purple clothes were fluttering wildly like Mayeonjeok’s.