Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 555

◈ Five Swords, Six Stars (2)

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The sword fell down at the old swordsman’s gesture.

The sharp sword wind disappeared, and some of the remaining sword wind, like warp threads, quietly seeped into the dust. The entire scene was extremely concise.

It was a move by a peerless swordsman.

The shadow of the fallen swordsman gradually grew darker in the smoke. This was accompanied by the silence of the common people of Gwanghon Mountain who had previously been chanting the great story of King Yongumsa Temple, many of whom were of the Yao tribe.

“… … .”

Huge men, women, and children standing tall on the pointed roofs or in the saddles of war horses.

Cold stares fell upon the sword.

Unlike the Ming Dynasty, which praised both the winner and the loser in a fight, they were submissive to the strong, while despising the northern king or monarch who lost the fight.

Because the news of victory that would allow them to escape the barren land was the hope of life.

Defeat of the King’s Sword.

However, as he was the great warrior of the North King, he did not lose consciousness in one bite. He immediately shook his head from where he had been lying down, and then got up, hitting the floor with one hand!

[fu*k.]

Bright yellow eyes sparkle between the black hair that tangles like a wild horse’s mane.

The pupils, still long and narrow like spearheads, repeatedly expanded and contracted for brief moments. It looked like an animal had reached the realm of a master through qigong.

Geomseong expressed his admiration without hesitation.

“What an enviable body. A body of the strongest.”

It was a story told calmly while releasing the sword in one hand.

The sword that lost its balance and flew away in front of the peerless swordsman was already as good as dead. That was the reason why the swordsman did not bother to follow up and strike.

Jeong Yeon-shin secretly agreed with his words.

‘I don’t know if it’s true, but they say he’s half-dragon like Senior Yong.’

If Yonghee Myung had not been taken in by Mayenjeok when he was young, would he have been like that? He seems to be in his early twenties, but he is emitting a great amount of energy that makes it impossible for him to unite with the spirits of the spirits. It was definitely not an ordinary case.

Phagejik―

[I lost.]

Contrary to the words, colorless sparks were flying out of his body like lightning.

However, the swordsman jumped back and retreated far away. At this moment, the aggressive glare in his eyes was colorless.

[Because of my failure to achieve the Duanhuachuijing (鈍花聚顶), the Northern King Yelü deserves an apology from his superior, Lord Jiandan. Please forgive my rudeness.]

“Your robes aren’t clean. You must be very young.”

It was Shin So-bin’s whisper, but Jeong Yeon-shin couldn’t answer because she saw the person called Geomdan and her past self overlapping. It felt like karma was coming up from the distant past. Why was it like that?

at that time.

Kugu Palace―

The air trembled.

A city at the entrance of Gwanghonsan Mountain.

It was a sudden and violent incident that occurred in the middle of a small street behind the swordsman.

A very large stone statue of a man was erected, and a shock wave of air-stepping was vaguely erupting from its huge palm.

For a moment, a large shadow fell over the heads of Jeong Yeon-shin and her group.

A large woman with a fine horse slung over her shoulder landed in front of them.

thud!

The dust spread in concentric circles from the tips of her bare feet, which were covered in calluses.

For a moment, a deep vibration sounded like “Wooowooong,” and it was a divine feat that mixed all the rebound of the landing into dust.

The war horse carried by the woman would not have felt even the slightest impact.

Geomseong, who had been staring blankly at the sight, slowly opened his mouth.

“The horse is pregnant. Wouldn’t it be better to leave it in the stable?”

“Who knew that they would steal it?”

A woman with all the features of a Han Chinese person but a very thick facial line spoke with an equally blunt smile.

He had an appearance that clearly showed he was a mix of the Yojok and Han Chinese. He had a rough smile that suited his height, looking down on Jeongyeonshin and Geomseong.

She then introduced herself using the etiquette of the northern powers.

“Strange northern kings and great warriors. I am the king of Yaozhou and Cheonsu, the successor of the deceased Jiaolong Wumaek, and also the master of the southern part of Gwanghonsan and the military guild of Gungun.

“Even if you do not break the noble laws of the fighting god, I cannot let you pass through here.”

“… … .”

“Go back satisfied with the land you have. I am the king who will one day conquer the land of Henan in the Ming Dynasty, and my mind is overheated with thoughts of how to destroy the Hundred and Eight Arhats of Shaolin… You, Yelü, must respect the karma (業) given to me by the Northern King.”

A water-tight substrate.

He was a peerless master who could call himself a king.

She was surrounded by an iron wall of transcendence, and it seemed impossible for anyone to convince her. She was well-mannered, but her own subjectivity and stubbornness were strong.

‘The information is correct. The Northern King is friendly to the Toshin.’

Jeong Yeon-shin chose her words inwardly.

The law of the gods of war states that the northern kings must not engage in a one-on-one life-or-death duel. However, there is no guarantee that even the northern kings who do not cooperate with the god of war will follow his will.

If the Yongumsa Temple King had rushed in first, things would have been easy, but now that it has come to this, it is difficult to see any bloodshed.

―I guess it’s hard to hand over territory just because of the defeat of one great warrior. It seems like he’ll only treat you well as the Northern King… I don’t think he’ll cooperate any more.

At this moment, Shin So-bin’s voice was straightening up even in front of the peerless master. Jeong Yeon-shin’s thoughts were the same as hers.

What should I do?

It was a moment when he was pondering.

Suddenly, Geomseong burst into laughter.

“Your face is quite thick. I guess you have to be at least that thick to eat a king.”

Even the old man’s harsh words did not erase the smile of the Yongumsa Temple King.

“This body is the old Northern King, and my name is thicker than Yelü. Is Geomdan the only monarch who will fight for the Yongyin Temple King? I know that your goal is to expand the land.”

Jeongyeon Shin was convinced by her words.

‘The Northern King did not properly understand the incompetence of his leader.’

Black Star Hyun So-baek.

Unlike the time when he was single-handedly oppressing many Sega in the Han-China Martial Arts Alliance, he was hiding his true nature.

The counterattack that Geomseong has achieved is a level that renders even the techniques of a master of the same level useless. This is the bearing of a peerless swordsman who has lived in the world of ronin where survival is the priority.

Just as Jeong Yeon-shin did not properly understand the martial arts of Jin Myeong-jo, the new sword master, Yong-eum Sa-sa-wang, on the other hand, seemed not to regard Geom-seong as a being of the level of the Northern King.

Is it possible for a being who can ascend to the throne himself to serve another as king?

At least in this land, it was an unprecedented case, and it was something that the Northern King could not immediately assume.

“Are you planning to engage in wheeled combat with other warriors?”

Geomseong added, clicking his tongue. I wonder if this old man’s knees will hold up.

Of course it’s a joke.

However, it seemed that only Jeong Yeon-shin, Shin So-bin, and for some reason Mama Gwang-myeol-do were able to feel absolute faith in those peaceful words.

‘What kind of guy is he?’

Jeongyeonshin caught a glimpse of the heavy presence of Mama Gwangmyeoldo behind her. Then, she asked Yongeumsa Temple King, who was caressing the abdomen of the battle horse.

“How many more of your champions and monarchs do you have?”

“Right now, I only have a sword, but unlike you, I have a vow.”

“Agree?”

“This wilderness is not only a place where the power of the Northern King Yelü runs wild. Other kings also think, look ahead, and ponder how they can crush you under their horses’ hooves.”

“… … .”

“Your route is simpler than I thought, and you only move to nearby places. Even if you weren’t a priest of the clan, you could guess. This is where Yul’s next territory is, my land.”

Purruk―

The steed on her shoulder trotted roughly, and the sound gave off a strange, oppressive feeling, as if it were the foreshadowing of the Gongwolmu.

“I have found a powerful warrior, but war is not something that is fought one-on-one.”

The King of Dragons said.

Gwanghonsan Mountain, where the tension was relieved for a moment.

“… … !”

Geomdan, who had been crouching far away with a slightly gloomy face, blinked his eyes, and the valley that had been dry for a long time began to surge as if it had turned into a valley.

This was done by the will of many northern kings and monarchs.

[Kidnap the Ice Emperor!]

[The King of the North, Chi-geuk, has arrived!]

Kookookookookung!

The valley shook as the men’s voices suddenly began to ring out competitively.

The six-way battle was a result of each of their immense amounts of energy. In particular, the voice of the one who spoke of the ‘Ice Emperor’ was strangely peaceful, but it also had an overwhelming power flowing through it that reminded one of a peerless master.

At the same time, it was a voice that was very familiar to Jeong Yeon-shin. Because the voice had the same burnt scent as his name.

Pass.

In the aftermath of the two shouts, large and small piles of rocks fell down everywhere.

“Have you heard?”

The King of Dragons spoke as he adjusted the horse on his shoulder.

“If there are three kings in the north, then that place is the hell of the north. As far as I know, there is a similar saying in the Ip Hwang Seong in the south. I don’t know which came first, but in terms of the rank of the name, this one is far superior.”

“You are a king too,” she added.

His words and actions, which showed his lofty pride by shamelessly including Jeong Yeon-shin as the King of the North, were truly worthy of being called a king.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin had long since placed her spirit elsewhere, even if only for a moment. Of course, it was because she absolutely trusted Geomseong, but at that moment, there were waves of energy that could be felt along with Shin So-bin’s shout.

“We’re being surrounded from the bottom of the mountain! It’s not just one or two, but the power of the Great Clan… … Ah, both sides are too strong…!”

[Yalyu Wang, listen carefully.]

At that moment, Yukhapjeonseong, who seemed somewhat languid, interrupted Shin Sobin’s words. It was the man who had mentioned Bingje earlier.

[This body is Hwangbo A-mu, the first general of the world’s ice emperor. On the way here, I stopped by Yeokru Castle and received the surrender of the northern gatekeeper and the previous Yeokru Castle lord.

In other words, you have no base now. Unless you ate the entire Gwanghon Mountain Range in this short time.]

By then, Shin So-bin’s nodding, which had been hastily looking left and right, had slowly stopped.

In front of them, Mama Gwangmyeoldo was offering a dried weed to the war horse of Yongumsa Temple King, and it was difficult to tell whether he was changing the line or was planning to ambush his opponent.

Even at that moment, the first lieutenant’s provocative words continued leisurely.

[In particular, the previous Yeolru Castle Lord held a great grudge against you because of the death of the Yeomnyeolshin King whom he had originally served. I heard that you were the great warrior of the Yeomnyeolshin King. If it were me, I would have beheaded you a long time ago. If you look closely, you are… more of a generous swordsman than a fugitive from the Ming Dynasty. What is your identity? Anyway, I’m going to go see it now.]

―The most powerful absolute ruler of the ice realm in the world, truly serving the new North King.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong’s words were cut off like that.

‘That crazy guy…?’

Jeongyeonshin wondered inwardly. Why is she so competent?

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South of the Demon Realm.

A land where the monarchs under his command symbolize the power and prestige of the Northern King.

Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang, Chi-geuk-wang, and the new northern kings, Ye-ul and Bukhae-byeong-gung-ju, respectively, met in the Guang-hon Mountains, which were made up of strangely shaped rocks.

Each of us uses the dry winter wind as a cushion or silk.

Some people, who have the ability to study the wind and receive news extremely quickly, are already calling this incident the Gwanghonjihoe (鑛魂之會).

Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang and Chi-geuk-wang are beings who await the return of the fallen god.

Therefore, it was in fact a fight between the great warriors of the four northern kings, and the northern warriors below Gwanghon Mountain mostly climbed the mountain to see the overwhelming coronation ceremony of the Northern King of the North Sea Ice Palace Lord.

The odds of victory were already predicted that way.

This was also the view of those who settled on the rocky hill of Gwanghonsan before anyone else.

“It’s a kind of ritual. You could call it a festival. The main palace has finally come down to the south.”

“Well, maybe something like that happens… … .”

They were twin siblings.

He had long, blue-white hair, and each of his faces had distinct lines and an authoritative air.

Bukgung-hu and Bukgung-rin, who serve as the first lieutenant of the Ice Palace Lord. They were also guards and attendants.

His older sister, Bukgung Lin, looked down and spoke. At that moment, her eyes, which were silvery in color, were filled with the image of the Northern King, Yelü, and his entourage.

“There is a rumor that two of the six star forces east of Ma-gyeong broke the closed gate. I heard that they are peerless masters who can read the secrets of heaven. I wonder if Your Majesty knows about it.”

“Two of them? Did you come out to drink something?”

“This is a boring joke. Anyway, we need to settle down here as soon as possible. Before an unbearable storm blows in.”

Around that time.

Hwaaaaah!

The air below the hill was distorted with hot energy, and a pair of figures appeared, a man and a woman, as if a formless firecracker had exploded, opening up distorted spaces here and there.

A sight worthy of the word ice festival.

The Ice Palace Princess and her lieutenants arrived before the Chigeuk King’s forces.

“I waited.”

The nobleman wearing a blue and white silk robe, the first lieutenant Tae-Yeon-Ryong, smiled faintly and opened his mouth. It was as if his complicated breathing had become tangled for a moment.

Bukgung Rin, who was watching them from the hill, clicked his tongue.

“Didn’t you stop taking poppy seeds? Our princess said they were a peerless elixir.”

“There’s no way that bum could do that.”

Bukgunghou said with a slight smile.

Meanwhile, down the hill.

“… … .”

King Yeolu of the North silently looked at the couple of the Ice Palace Princess.