Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 557

◈ Five Swords, Six Stars (4)

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A gathering of the four northern kings.

It was a battlefield where the will of the absolutes was carried out.

There are things that can be guessed without having to go into old stories.

To Jeong Yeon-shin, Tae-yeom-ryong’s appearance was like that, and to Tae-yeom-ryong, Jeong Yeon-shin’s behavior was like that. Of course, Tae-yeom-ryong’s calculations were bound to be deeper than Jeong Yeon-shin’s.

That was the situation.

The representative of the Shingeomdanju in the middle of the North.

It’s like a person pretending to be a devil enters the world’s best magic hall.

What excuse could the first lieutenant of the Ice Emperor have for stepping down? The identity of Jeong Yeon-shin must not be revealed right away, and the Northern Sea Ice Palace Lord is by Tae-yeon-ryong’s side as the Northern King and his wife.

Any excuse would have sounded awkward.

Even the one who took up residence in Bingje’s stomach was clearly the fruit of her and Taeyeonryong.

We have no choice but to fight.

“It’s such a crappy case… … .”

Woodduck-

The frozen petals shattered between the teeth of the Flame Dragon.

Here, at least, it is right for him to act as the husband of the Ice Palace Lord. This is especially true since he was the one who began to be called the ‘World’s Greatest Warrior’ while taking away Jeongyeonshin’s power.

“Husband?”

The first person in the North Sea calls the Tai Yan Dragon.

For a moment, the hillside, where the midwinter breeze blew, became even colder. The atmosphere was affected by the slight question in her voice.

At the edge of the gray-white rock mountain, a faint crunching sound could be heard as the ground froze.

That was when.

Taeyeonryong, who had been walking slowly, stopped.

That’s why the old swordsman blocking Jeong Yeon-shin’s path caught his eye.

An old man with a very thin appearance, as if he had been through some hardship recently.

He turned his back to the north wind that was blowing ceaselessly from the high mountains. He was now resting his wrinkled hands on the handle of an old sword.

Phew.

The dry leaves were torn to pieces by the winter wind and brushed against the old swordsman’s bare ankles, and even the most insignificant fallen leaves seemed to mock him.

But the old man clicked his tongue with a pitiful expression on his face.

“I feel sorry for you when I see your troubles. I wish this old man’s circumstances were better than they are now… Today, I hope you have some room in your hands.”

The weak words did not sound weak.

The old swordsman’s counterattack was so perfect that it was impossible to recognize his inaction, but still, a very rough feeling ran over Taeyeonryong’s skin.

It was a kind of fighting sense that was rooted in the whole body as the god of the upper body.

I can’t help but wonder.

Where did someone like that come from, to his immediate superior who has few close friends? The great warrior of the North is not just a mere servant, but is like the incarnation of the King of the North.

-First of all, good luck.

A message from Jeongyeonshin wishing you good health.

It was very natural, even though it was not the right thing to say in this situation. Aside from the voice that sounded unusually blunt and lacked highs and lows.

Tae-Yeon-Ryong looked at the old swordsman and asked.

“Do you know me?”

“Where is the martial artist who doesn’t know you now?”

That’s right.

It was like that throughout the South and the North.

As the grand prince of one of the most powerful martial arts families in the world, and with the qualities of the Sun God Vein, he was also the great warrior and first general of the Northern Sea Ice Palace Lord, and a traitor to the Heavenly Ip Hwangseong.

That was when.

“A being that elevates the prestige of the one serving.”

Damn it.

Chigeukbuma spoke without hesitation, closing the distance between himself and the old swordsman.

The bright sunlight shone on the face of a young man born with a dreamlike appearance, and a provocative spirit flowed from the slightly upturned corners of his eyes.

“Old man, is it only that poppy that is like that? For any monarch under the Northern King, it is the most precious jewel in the world. As a fugitive, I cannot even take out my own name and season, and at best, I am different from some old man who has set the mood with the Three Disasters Sword Technique.”

“What a bold young man.”

At some point, the old swordsman’s sword was pulled out, revealing the worn blade.

The traces of time, where teeth had been lost here and there, stood out in the white sunlight pouring down. However, Chigeukbuma’s pace did not slow down at all.

Woof-

A strange aerodynamic effect paints a reddish hue around the eyes of the young man.

The reason why the divine power method was activated with special energy. Apart from words and actions, they began to count countless possible paths that could blossom between them and each other.

“Having a good general is the most important virtue of a northern king, but it seems that King Yelü does not have the skills to do so. He has an old man who cannot tell the difference between heaven and earth under his command.”

He walks, releasing air with his whole body.

The Northern monarch’s demeanor as he entered the battle was bold yet extremely meticulous. His graceful smiling face was also the reason he kept on making endless provocations.

“If it’s difficult to reveal the true swordsmanship, you should have at least made many allies, but if you keep saying things like ‘come all’…!”

[Noisy.]

That was it.

The great warrior of the Dragon King, who was engaged in an unwanted fight, the Banryongjiche Geomdan, was the first to step on the old swordsman’s side with a thud!

In an instant, the rocky hills rippled like a swamp and were crushed in all directions.

At the same time, the twin swords stretched out, distorting the atmosphere. The boy with jet-black hair hanging down in a tangled manner threw himself out with both hands, his entire body wrapped in colorless aerodynamic energy like flames.

And that’s not all.

A faint smoke rose from the expressionless body of Chigeukbuma, as if it were a lie, and surrounded the old swordsman.

In an instant, hundreds of layers of energy overlapped to form a fog-like shape, and within it was a magical ability to captivate people like an unparalleled illusionary sword.

A more aggressive method than the magic of Mongyojiche that drove Jang Mun-in, a shaman from the southern land, into a state of confusion.

Hwaaaaah!

The roar of their blows followed them late and faintly, like a thunderbolt penetrating into the clouds.

A joint attack that has reached a level of difficulty that can replace the Northern King. It is an area where any king must bring out the True God Season.

The old swordsman closed his eyes in place.

It was the riding style of a ronin who, lacking a sophisticated method of riding, instinctively created the senses of his entire body.

“… … !”

At that moment, Taeyeonryong, who was reluctantly trying to intervene from afar, flinched and stopped.

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As soon as the battle began, the four northern kings shimmered like mirages on the Great Screen and retreated one step at a time. It was a transitional state accompanied by blurred afterimages.

Movements that occur almost simultaneously.

The reasons vary.

There were two beings who respected the law of the dead, one was a strong spirit who wanted to follow his husband’s every move with his eyes, and the other was a mayfly who moved reflexively while staring blankly at the ice monster.

―How about we just stop watching? I don’t think we need to be the first to show hostility. He’s a person I already have a negative feeling about because I don’t have any information about him, and for now, he seems to be friendly to Deputy Danju.

-What are you telling me to stop looking at?

– The face of the Ice Palace Master is about to be pierced. Right now, you have to look at the senior swordsman… .

-It’s okay. Since you are a master of swordsmanship.

Geomseong is a person who learned swordsmanship from a ronin called Yeongchun Geomgaek (永春劍客) and rose from a third-rate martial artist to a peerless swordsman.

It was a very famous story in the Korean-Chinese martial arts alliance.

As always, the conversation between Shin So-bin and Jeong Yeon-shin was lighthearted, befitting a conversation between people of the same age.

The words and actions of the new sword master, Dae-ri, would become as cheerful as those of his peers, only when it came to his disciples, Yu-hyeon of the Hwasan faction, and Masa-in of the Iphwang Maga faction.

But the fight in the middle of the empty space created by the Northern Kings was not like that. It was like that from the dust cloud mixed with sharp blades like shards of a divine sword.

It’s dimly lit.

A huge circular depression in the ground.

The loud noise came a little late. It shook the middle of Gwanghonsan Mountain, which was so wide that it could be called a mountain range.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Shadows tangled in the dust.

Shadows that cling together like rays of light and then fall apart, and then emit waves that curve sharply like whips and then are suddenly blown away by the sword wind.

Each time, a huge ripple would spread and blow away the dust cloud, but before the empty space could be seen, all kinds of shock waves would hit the ground.

The combined attack of the beings who formed the Samhwachwijeong was like an endless tidal wave that never stopped for a moment.

A huge, earth-colored cloud rose up and spread out in all directions.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk―!

The vibrations that struck the internal organs of the Northern Kings like drums did not subside at all. The aftereffects of the savages even crossed the internal defense barriers of Cheon Dan Guang Gap, Yeon Hon Bing, and Jin Yeo Hwi Seong Cheon.

“Let King Yalyu rest in peace.”

Now the King of Dragons was sitting cross-legged on the bare floor, with the large head of the pregnant horse resting on his thigh.

“The vitality of the great warriors wearing the armor of the Heavenly Sword is like the seven stars in the northern sky, so they can fight all day without blood or wounds. Therefore, this battle will continue until the four great warriors stop swinging their swords.”

The words and actions of a true king.

Her long experience as the Northern King had made her bold. As a mixed race of Han and Yao, her thick facial features naturally gave her an intimidating look.

At that moment, Taeyeonryong, who had been standing in the distance, walked into the thick dirt clouds.

Tsk tsk tsk!

Immediately afterwards, the air became hot with the sound of sporadic explosions of firewood.

It was truly an overwhelming heat wave. Thick mist rose continuously as if the eight directions had turned into the clouds above midsummer noon.

What Chigeukbuma said is correct.

A being that elevates the prestige of the one serving.

The shadows that had been clashing in the dust paused for a moment.

Even the shadow of the old swordsman, who had never been able to land a proper blow, briefly swayed in place.

Then, Bingje smiled faintly, her pure white dimples standing out.

“I want to hug you. My husband gave it his all.”

truth.

All the northern kings in this place have determined the truth through their own upper chambers.

For a moment, Jeong Yeon-shin furrowed her brows behind her silver mask, but no one saw that sight.

The aftermath of the fight was enormous.

Even if a long, drawn-out battle was expected due to the Cheon Dan Gwang Gap, it was enough to attract all attention.

Kugugugugugugu!

At this moment, the dust of the warriors looked like dark clouds swallowing up thunder. It poured out a loud roar without end, and it became thicker as time passed.

A feast of martial arts, each with their own unique qualities.

They are even the owners of a sense that can infinitely increase the utility of joint attacks.

Sarak-

Suddenly, the pitch-black silk of the King of Chigeuk fluttered. This was the first time he had spoken in this place.

“That old man’s swordsmanship.”

The woman’s voice thickens.

“It is not the insignificant Samjae Sword of the South. It is simple, but not monotonous. It uses experience instead of martial arts. The Northern King has chosen a being of the Northern King’s caliber as a great warrior.”

The rough and choppy voice pointed out the truth, and soon turned into a question full of tremendous energy.

“…How was it possible?”

“I have been blessed more than you.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, who had barely managed to take her eyes off Bing-jae, answered. Her voice really seemed to indicate that.

But this is a devil’s paradise.

The land where the noble warrior is the prowess of the Northern King. Jeong Yeon-shin’s words were close to mockery.

“… … .”

All the kings in this place can judge the sincerity of their opponents.

No one could detect any pretense in the voice of the King of Yelü, and as a pure-blooded clan, King Chigeuk, who was full of a competitive spirit in everything, growled in a manner befitting a member of the Yao clan.

“This is a miserable defeat and a bliss that will fade away. If I cannot wield my weapon with the same level of mastery as the Six Star Lords of this land, that old man will be crushed to death in the same manner in which he was eager to hide his true martial arts. Of course, his body will dance endlessly, mocked by the fierceness of my great warrior. Under the pale moon of this demonic realm, with the appearance of a fugitive from the south…!”

The one with the strongest armor in the North.

Ggg …

The shaking that occurred beneath the stone floor of Gwanghonsan grew stronger as King Chigeuk continued to speak. It felt as if all of her stories would come true after a long, drawn-out battle.

Jeongyeonshin suddenly said.

“Now I understand. Why did the guy who wrote the Ganghoinmyeongrok leave the fighting god?”

At that moment, Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang, who was leisurely stroking the mare’s mane, intervened.

His mind had become so calm that he was now even smiling languidly.

“Among the six constellations, is he the one in the northern part of Cheonha? Even though he has a noble swordsman as his great general, he is not a name that a new king should speak of… … .”

Jeong Yeon-sin continues speaking from inside the silver mask of the Northern King Ye-yul, paying no attention to him.

“You have fallen. You can tell just by looking at the way you inflate your karma with your mouth. In terms of fighting spirit, your great warriors may be even more outstanding.”

It was a moment.

Jejejeong―

In the dust cloud of the empty lot, three loud noises continued softly like constellations.

Immediately afterwards, the figure of the old swordsman, who had been visible only as a shadow, slammed his sword into the ground, and a strong wind burst out from it, blowing all the dust in the vicinity into the air.

Crunch.

The skinny old man stood up, leaning on the handle of the sword as if it were a cane.

“In Samjae, Jae (才) is a character that represents a sprout coming up from the ground.”

An old voice.

The three great warriors are scattered around him.

Geomdan, who was lying on his butt and had a puzzled expression on his face as if he had been tricked by some unknown method.

On one side, the Chigeuk Buma with a sunken forehead vomited blood several times, and Taeyeonryong was clenching and unclenching his fist with a somewhat serious expression on his face.

“… … .”

None of them wanted to approach the old swordsman anymore. Meanwhile, the old man smiled broadly at Jeong Yeon-shin, who was standing far away.

“Samjae (三才)… When there are three new shoots, it is spring. It is the season of rebirth. If such good days continue forever, even if it is a wasteland, wouldn’t it eventually sprout dazzling shoots no less than the Rising Sword Technique? If you combine these three swordsmanships into one, what could you not do?”

An old man who gives advice to the king in the form of a village elder’s grumbling.

It was a story that was told after the Heavenly Sword Armor was shattered into pieces using the Samjae Sword Technique. Even if it wasn’t a self-defense technique that was spread from the Northern King’s body, it was right to listen to it.

within.

“… … !”

As the shock spread like a swamp, the audience realized the outcome of the fight.

Phew!

Suddenly, Jeong Yeon-shin felt the wind blowing from the middle of Gwanghonsan Mountain splitting into two parts, one for Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang and the other for Chi-geuk-wang.

There was a whisper mixed in the breezes that were blowing in two directions.

It was a different technique from the Hye-gwang-sim-eo of the Great Master Beom-heo and the thoughts of the Hyeon-gong-jin-in. It felt like the wind itself had turned into someone’s mouth, just like the technique of the Empress Dowager that I had once felt.

―Two severed legs were hung on a plaque on the road leading from the Seoha Plain to Onjo Castle.

A voice reminiscent of deep darkness.

This is the message from the Northern Kings, who exchanged opinions quickly using the power of the wind. At this moment, it was being transmitted to the Yongumsa Temple King and Chigeuk King from a great distance.

The man said.

―With the spoils of war that he had worked so hard to obtain, this Southern Emperor now treats the leader of the rascals as the greatest warrior of the world. He advises his comrades to… Spread the news to the south. The greatest bridge in the world has been torn off by the Southern Emperor.

Namje. Dali’s right hand man.

He is the best in the North right now, after the god of fighting disappeared.

And if it was the best shaman in the world, it was undoubtedly the story of the opening-up shaman, Jukwang Shingae.

‘what…?’

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes, on the verge of unifying the southern part of the Demon Realm, waver behind her silver mask.

It only took a moment for that slight ripple to flash into a blue light, and the voice of the King of Yelü, who had instantly reversed the true structure of the sound of the wind, seeped into the northern wind like a shiver.

-That’s what I’m saying.

Jeongyeonshin opened her mouth slowly.

-Is it true?

It was an unfamiliar voice that had been attached to the invisible passage of the Supreme Power. It was clearly something that was not permitted to anyone else in this place. But it didn’t matter to Jeong Yeon-shin.

“… … !”

Yong-eum-sa-sa-wang and Chi-geuk-wang, who had not shown any expressions even while listening to the sound, flinched. After a moment of silence, the man who had spoken about Ju-gwang-shin-gae’s legs asked briefly.

-Who are you?

It wasn’t just men.

-What kind of guy is he?

The voice that rang out just then was that of an old woman that Jeongyeonshin had never heard before.

Even though it was made up of just a single gust of wind, the fierce pressure seemed to be weighing down on the soul. In addition, several different exhalations scratched my ears.

―… … !

-what?

A path of transmission made of strange mysteries.

It is the new science of dedication.

This was the reason why the Northern martial arts were able to continuously resist and destroy the Ming Dynasty’s martial arts forces with techniques more powerful than any other martial arts.

Because there is no military strategy more powerful than the immediate communication between kings.

It was a form of connecting the northern kings who were favorable to the god of war from the distant wilderness to the wilderness like tree roots.

-I am the King of the South, Yelü. The King of Yongin and the King of Chigeuk will guarantee it. I will not listen to any other questions.

Jeongyeonshin entered their midst as a being who united the southern part of the northern powers. Without any permission or special training.

– So tell me again. What happened to the king of the beggars of the South?

He asked.