Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 564

◈ Northern Emperor (4)

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Northern Gwanghon Mountains.

It is also called the Plains Built in Heaven because it is a terrain with tall and vast peaks that are closely connected.

At this moment, the gray-white stone walls surrounding the city of Honmyeol, where the Northern King Yelü and the Southern Commandery of the Six Heavenly Kingdoms clashed, were also erected on top of it.

Between the roofs of the houses that were sharply angled like curved swords.

Northern cities are prone to fighting.

Most of them are life-or-death situations where the head is crushed or the neck is blown off, and due to the nature of the martial arts of the Yao tribe, there are many cases where the gap between attacks must be wide.

So most northern cities had large squares that served as training grounds, execution grounds, and dueling arenas.

The empty space now with a round, soft blue border was also such a place. A place where a single sword, blazing blue, was emitting fierce pressure.

Knock, knock.

Tonight’s night of urban chaos was strange.

The lights from the lanterns that should have been illuminating the window frame were swallowed up by darkness.

Only the blue flames illuminated the surroundings in a circular shape, softly spreading the sound of a campfire into the darkness.

[Intangible sword…?]

The man mutters.

His six-way battle style was maintained naturally, like the shouts of a general heading to the battlefield. He also had the temperament to regard every word and action he spoke as a kind of martial arts achievement.

He asked quietly.

[Is your true martial arts swordsmanship?]

It feels like we’re on the verge of getting to some truth.

His friendship with Ju Gwang-sin-gae, his mention of Cheong-yeon, the royal edict of the late Emperor Qianling that was already widely known, and his extraordinary ability to read someone’s character all seemed to give rise to special speculations.

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“It’s less confusing.”

Hurrah!

In the center of the blue Taegeuk, the sword that had been burning bright blue scattered like a haze, and some of it seeped into Jeongyeonshin’s body.

At the same time, the heavy pressure that had been weighing on me disappeared like a dream.

When I first descended into the realm of the Blue Taegeuk, was it because I was preoccupied with how to defeat the Southern Emperor?

It was a brief moment of revelation of the blade that was being formed in Jeongyeonshin’s mind. It was through the use of the mysterious power of Namhwagwangtaegeuk.

Dark Night Blood Demon Sword.

After the strongest formless sword of the Shingeomdan, Gugyeol, came into Jeongyeonshin’s hands, the need for a unique martial art that could be used when Yeore was not in his grasp arose.

He was thinking hard about how to pull out a sword that would not be a disgrace to Jinmyeongjo’s prestige. He was unconsciously using more force than ever.

‘This is a secret recipe that my senior gave me. I have to make it perfect for myself.’

Because of this, his formless sword is unfinished.

I should not have proper spirituality yet. I should come out into the world after completing the framework of the most mysterious inner energy in the world.

Meanwhile, the darkness surrounding Namje’s face stared blankly at Jeongyeonshin.

[You are as ambiguous as a famous cult leader.]

“Are you surprised? Your martial arts seem to be all about composure, so you’ll need to choose your breathing carefully.”

Jeong Yeon-shin tries to persuade Nam-je in reverse.

I had some thoughts while sharing the right view for a short while. About Namje’s martial arts that goes back and forth between the strange martial arts of sorcery and the classic martial arts of footwork.

But the Northerner smiled faintly and changed the subject.

[You have no shame in showing off your unfinished skills. I know people like you. If you are difficult, you are difficult, and if you are easy, you have an easy personality.]

“Looking at that Heavenly Sword, I can tell what kind of character you have. Even though you have overwhelming strength, you like to kill people efficiently. Your attack path must be extremely short.”

[Well. First of all, you have to extend the trajectory of your blow and hit the enemy with a lot of blows. If you want to kill those who think like you easily.]

A life-threatening conversation continues.

This is because they thought it would be difficult for them to easily win against each other. They each figured out their opponents through their own experience and intuition.

By weaving together the power of the hands and feet through the operation of the internal energy that is frighteningly complex.

Dismissal, dismissal―

The sound of friction from the wind piercing through the thick darkness.

The Southern Emperor’s dark-colored Heavenly Sword did not allow for a short-term decisive battle. Even King Yelü had to assume a long-term battle.

But Jeong Yeon-shin’s pitch-black eyes behind the silver mask remained calm the whole time.

Somehow, it didn’t feel like I was facing the Heavenly Sword Master, the Sword Master, or the Dragon Sword Master. If I had bad luck, there was a high chance that I would die here.

‘Have I become arrogant…?’

Or maybe it’s because he himself doesn’t know. What kind of scene would unfold when Namhwagwangtaegeuk is added to the unfinished Kwon Gak method?

If not, it could be because the other person is not a complete male emperor.

When competing against a practitioner of the art of soolbeopmu, you have to consider all kinds of variables.

If it’s the Northern First Spirit who’s replacing the missing one, wouldn’t it be possible to produce this much power with just the Wonyoung Spirit?

It was a case where he created a clone using his internal energy and spirituality, and then surrounded that body with the divine power secret technique, the Heavenly Dan Gwang Gap.

‘This is the worst. We have to win overwhelmingly in any case.’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt the power of Namhwa Gwang Taegeuk rising like a cloud inside her body and thought. It was the spirituality of Gogeom Jin-in that would extinguish all the extreme reactions that she would unleash.

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Many people had long since woken up and surrounded him. The light of the blue flame, which was difficult to approach, dimly illuminated their faces and weapons.

“… … .”

Northern powers.

The shock caused by the appearance of the Southern Emperor still distorts the thick skin on his face.

It was a natural reaction.

It was as if one of the stars in the northern sky had descended in person, and from a very high place at that.

Shin So-bin was mixed in with the crowd.

I felt a shiver from the neck of the sword on my back. It was the vibration of the divine sword.

‘You said you have spirituality, do you want to go to the master?’

Fortunately, it was far from the terrifying excitement typical of swordsmanship, so her gaze turned elsewhere. It was where another, smaller, empty space had been created.

A woman of eight feet in height, leaning against a pregnant war horse. She is watching the confrontation between Jeong Yeon-shin and Nam-je.

This was the Yongumsa Temple King who ruled the territory of Gwanghonsan Mountain.

She is the only free-spirited master in the wave created by the two, and has the most overwhelming presence among the crowd. So much so that no snow piles up around her.

‘They say the North King is a monster…’

Shin So-bin thought.

But the expression on the Yongumsa Temple King’s face seemed somehow complicated.

Just as he had previously decided to support Jeong Yeon-sin, who had declared war on the Southern Emperor at Whipoongnyeong, his mind began to change when he saw the appearance of the best man in the North, who had followed in his footsteps.

Could this be a sign of betrayal?

The situation where the Black Swordsman Hyeon So-baek and the Bukhae Ice Palace Bingje each left Gwanghon Mountain for their own business.

If King Yong-eum-sa-sa turns his back on King Ye-yul of the North, everything here will go down the drain.

That’s not all. She has no choice but to rush to escape right away. Shin So-bin will be stuck in Jeong Yeon-shin’s arms like a piece of luggage, just like when she was attacked by the Blood Flame Cult.

‘no.’

She is now a member of the Shingeom Corps, and all Shingeom Corps Shingeom Masters are given fundamentally the same mission.

It was none other than Jeong Yeon-shin who had a one-on-one situation with the enemy leader. This was not just the task of the new swordsman, Jin Myeong-jo.

Shin So-bin approached the Yong-eumsa Temple King quietly, whispering in a whisper.

– Hey, I know a technique for using internal energy that is effective even on fine horses… It’s a secret of the family.

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A beautiful young man followed a transparent woman.

A handsome man who turns even the headwinds blowing towards them into a painting, and a king whose transparent body and black hair flutter together. In addition, they are beings who reign over various territories under the name of Chigeuk (恥極).

The dreamy body of Chigeukbu-ma and the Nachasimyeon (羅刹深淵) Chigeukwang.

Each of them was wearing the dignity of a monarch and a northern king, and as they ran, a huge avalanche of snow spread out in a whitish color with a swoosh sound.

It was a fitting aftermath for them to be considered one of the most powerful and courageous people in the entire northern land.

“Are you saying that Whi Feng Ling is friendly to King Yelü? Really? If that’s the case, I don’t think we will support the Southern Emperor either.”

“Don’t ask twice.”

“I am surprised. It is fortunate that most of the Northern Kings enjoy taking the heads of those they like….”

“Did you also have a crush on the Shingeomdan Cheonryongdae warriors? It was unusual back then. I think there were a few girls there too.”

“No? The daughter of His Highness Chigeuk is my everything. My friends from Cheonryongdae were, well… interesting in many ways, but they were too ferocious to be satisfied with dream attacks. I liked the feeling of actually breaking their necks with my hands. The sight of their bloody blue robes fluttering in the sky… .”

“Up to there.”

“yes?”

“They all came.”

They descended onto the snow-covered mountain peak. The cold sunlight was breaking transparently, and the place was so high that it reached the clouds, so the whole place was covered in white light.

There was a passenger.

“Extreme.”

Greet them with a short call.

A large man lying on his back, using the pure white snow as his blanket. The armrests supporting the back of his head were very thick. This was because all of his arms were filled with muscles like lava streams.

But it didn’t shine dully.

It was because his kidney was so big. His arms and legs were thick like tree trunks, but somehow he looked overwhelmingly agile.

The eyes of the Chigeuk Buma grew wide.

“you are…?”

“There’s a name I don’t know. In today’s terms, it’s called Mugok.”

“… … .”

“It must be the old Bukdo’s doing.”

His large bare feet stamped hard on the snow-covered ground. His skin, like his face, was faded and looked as if it had been covered in ash.

Next to him, a hammer was glaring in the winter sun, its length reaching a zhang.

The head of the hammer, all silver, was as large as a battering ram, and at its back were icy blades that extended down like hair.

The fifth of the six stars of the North.

He is a peerless master with a great wandering spirit, and he has always rebelled against the gods. He is the leader of the anti-fighting gods faction, one of only two factions among the six heavenly constellations, excluding the Northern Province of the world.

“Even though I only went to Mount Everest for a short while, there were so many things to see. When did the fun of fighting disappear because of the fighting gods…?”

“How come you’re not the King of the North who belongs to Whifungnyeong?”

“This is not a dream, Mongyojiche. Do not try to talk to me without permission. I will break your head.”

It was when Chigeukbuma shut his mouth.

The head of the dancer tilted on the armrest. He was looking up at the sky.

“Is that it? The evil spirit that unified the West. As soon as the Southern Emperor moved, all things reacted.”

“… … !”

The Chigeukbuma suddenly raises its head.

Far above.

A Han Chinese woman was sitting cross-legged on a thicket of dark clouds. She looked like a fairy, but an ominous aura flowed from her entire body.

A distance that could easily be several hundred meters.

But her face was overwhelmingly beautiful, like the beauty of the other northern kings. Even her tired-looking eyes made the sky look like a magnificent sight.

The famous cult leader, Socheonmujik.

At this moment, looking down on one side of the Gwanghon Mountain Range, there was an old man standing next to him, walking in the air just like the leader of the Myunggyo sect. He was holding an old sword under his chin.

It was a sight of restraint against natural disasters. Chigeukbu-ma fell asleep immediately.

“The great warrior of King Yalul…!”

“North King Yelul? His skills must be outstanding. No matter how I look at it, he is no ordinary old man.”

It was the muttering of the young Yuk Won-seong soldier, Mugok.

The manifestation of the six stars of the North.

The advent of the most famous religious leader in the West, Socheonmujeok.

The northern kings who want to use the King of Yelü for all sorts of favors, and the great warriors who control the world under the command of the kings they each serve.

The trends of the times were coming together.

thud!

At the same time, there was a great trembling at the foot of the distant peak.

‘what?’

Chigeuk Buma, who had raised his head like lightning, saw a glimpse of it, even if it was just a blur. Chigeuk King and Mugok’s gaze had already descended to the source of the vibration.

This is the direction that the famous sect leader, who had been resting his chin on the sword with a peaceful look on his face, was looking down at.

It was a city in the Gwanghon Mountains filled with dark smoke.

Kugu palace!

Darkness swaying violently like a sea of clouds. It was literally like dark clouds that contained the power of thunder, but this time, the loud rumblings overlapped several times. It was as if some kind of chain reaction of recommendations had exploded.

At the same time, the music and the sound of the drums flowed out independently.

“You’re crazy.”

“… The origin of the martial arts is unknown.”

‘Can kings see inside?’

Before Chigeukbuma could even raise his doubts.

Kwaaaa …

A crack raced down the mountain range that had stood firm.

The darkness covering the mountain city is dissipating, and a vast snowdrift is formed all the way to the peak of Chigeukbuma’s party. A tremendous vibration echoes faintly, causing Chigeukbuma to take a step back.

“What’s going on, it’s all showy on the outside….”

When he muttered an excuse.

The sight of the mountain city below the peak was clearly visible. The blue Taegeuk symbol with a circular border in the center was also vivid.

The silver-masked young man was lifting up the pitch-black being by its shoulders. The darkness was crumpling like the hem of a garment in his hands, which were surrounded by a bluish light.

There is no other way.

This is the Heavenly Sword of the Sixth Commander of the Sixth Army.

‘Namje…?!’

It was right after Chigeukbuma opened his eyes wide and shouted inwardly. In that moment, Namje’s portrait was torn in half like a piece of paper.

Phew!

Completely divided.

The split body in two immediately dispersed like smoke. Instead of a shock wave, it left behind a sound that could only be heard if one had the ability to hear a thousand miles away.

[You’re not the only one who’s good at counterattacks. Look forward to it. Now that I know who you are.]

“It was Won Young-shin.”

King Yul mutters self-deprecatingly.

Even though he had torn apart the providence of darkness with both arms, was he still not satisfied? His behavior was immediately evident even from afar.

A sight of the Namje being torn apart on both sides and standing still, silently feeling the sunlight.

“Redemption rights… … .”

Chigeukbu-ma stopped talking to his king. It was hard to figure out which line to take right now, since he could not figure out when or who to strike in the back of the head to survive.

To King Yelu of the North.

The illusion of the suicide bomber was overlapping.

A one-eyed, lame man known as the fighting god with both arms spread wide.

At this moment, it would only be a sight visible to the northern powers.

Kugugugugugugu!

Meanwhile, the loud noise of the blue Taegeuk disappearing with its tail biting each other filled the mountain range like the sound of thunder.