Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 567

◈ Northern Emperor (7)

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Cheonggwangpyeong.

The land is flat and yellow. Unlike the Gwanghon Mountains, it is a terrain close to a desert. The territory of Shintu, known to have everything, was a dry wilderness like this.

As the dry sand wind blows with a thin sound, it tries to lift the silver mask of the King of Yelü.

Jeongyeonshin was staring straight ahead silently.

I saw a familiar face.

A woman maintaining her balance with a sword planted in the ground.

His body was completely frozen. Without even looking at it for a long time, he knew that he had suffered severe internal injuries. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was paralyzed from the amount of endurance he had expended and suffered.

Could it be that she couldn’t even maintain her temporary half-life? At this moment, wrinkles were slowly forming on her face, but only her stubborn mouth looked like a young face with old skin. Just like her distribution’s tyranny and arrogance.

It may be impossible to recover.

‘Your Majesty.’

He is the leader of the Jeomchangpa faction who fought with the sword at the Volcanic Jiyak Bimugyeol.

Forgetting was impossible. She was a person who had a connection to her maternal grandfather, and she even had the nickname of Sword Maiden. No one could forget her mysterious transformation into a young woman.

Even though Jeongyeonshin won once at the volcano, she never actually experienced the life-saving moment of Geomhu.

This is because he was only pushed forward with quick attacks at a time when he had no Gongwolmu.

Considering that Gongwolmoo can appear as any variable in the realm of the Supreme Being, it is hard to believe that Geomhu is kneeling on one knee at this moment.

‘Did you lose even though you spread the life-saving candle?’

If so, that’s a big problem.

Because King Yelu of the North had to worry about the possibility of his opponent fleeing before going into battle.

The first thing to do was to thoroughly consider whether or not the being was capable of murder after revealing his true nature.

If it was the latter, then he should not reveal his martial arts skills, but paradoxically, the question was whether he could defeat someone that strong without his own martial arts skills.

When will the new swordsman come?

What kind of preparations did Namje start?

To be free from these worries, it was essential to create a new martial art. That was why the Kwon Gak method was being prepared.

‘I don’t know if it will work for the author, though.’

Shinto.

He is the one who followed the Emperor’s death most closely, along with the Southern Emperor’s Northern Sword.

For some reason, the Northern Tao did not include her in the Six Stars, but it was said that among the Northern martial artists, there was no one who considered the Heavenly God to be below the Six Stars.

The first thing is to snatch the sword from the clutches of such a person, even while hiding his own martial arts skills.

Anyway, Shinto wasn’t going to be perfect.

How many people in the world can defeat a long-suffering merchant without any internal injuries?

One of them will be inside the tree with legs, and the other one will be missing, with no one but the dead Emperor Geonling and himself knowing his whereabouts.

If so, it is the same condition.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin moved without hesitation.

While I was lost in thought, I had already calculated in my head the sum of one thousand three hundred and ninety hands. I had imagined all sorts of situations.

At that moment, Shinto slowly moved his lips.

“What’s your name?”

It was a soft voice, and it sounded like a shower that was gently melting the clouds was seeping into my head.

It feels like the thin muscles of the scalp, as well as the brain and acupuncture points, are gently loosening and even melting away.

If they were less polished in their upper body, they might have collapsed and fallen asleep, confessing everything in their dreams.

The fight has already begun.

Even in everyday speech, Shinto’s voice was close to a sublime sound. However, Jeongyeonshin answered as if she was calm.

“My name is Yalul. I am the master of the land you are walking on.”

“lie.”

Woof-

She shook her head, wearing the silk that gathered sunlight like silk and covered her entire body like a court lady.

Jeongyeonshin calmly observed Shintu, whose face was also covered in the sunlight pouring down from the sky. He was still walking slowly but surely toward her.

‘I can feel the aerodynamics in the light.’

It was said that among the peerless masters who handled the light of heaven and earth like a weapon, only two were known to the world.

The three greatest royal warriors, Eunggong (御雄公) and the world’s greatest warrior.

If a contemporary swordsman were to pursue her all the way to the north, it would naturally be Shintu, but it was hard to tell whether her Sunlight Palace was a self-defense weapon or a simple form of transformation.

I guess I would have to experience it to know.

so.

The next moment, Jeongyeonshin was swinging her fist next to Shintu.

Behind him, afterimages form in a row, distorting the air.

It was a transformation of the walking of the Hwan-ik-bo, the gallop of the Shi-ri-gwang-yo, and the body movements of the Shin-beop-pung-shin all woven together. It was new because everything was mixed together.

A circle stretching out to her face surrounded by sunlight.

Kookookookookung!

The air that hit the surface shattered like translucent glass, and a thunderous noise flowed out from it, shaking the ground in the area.

At the same time, Shinto rotated around the sword’s axis. The black hem of his clothes fluttered in a graceful semicircle.

It was a fast and gentle technique that could be felt as a joke at first glance.

Sarak.

The pitch-black sleeves that obscure Jeongyeonshin’s vision.

Avoided. It was a perfect evasion.

The hem of her black clothes was crushed by the pressure from the fist that had grazed her for a moment, but Jeong Yeon-shin grabbed the sleeve with an indifferent look.

The atmosphere once again trembles with the extremely simple yet timely Geumnasoo (擒拏手). Every movement of his hands was followed by a thunderous vibration.

‘Out.’

Oh my god!

A colorless wave burst out from the hand that held the hem of the clothes.

For a moment, the white light that covered Shinto like clothing rippled violently, and Jeongyeonshin grabbed her sleeves tightly and kicked her legs inward like a whip.

Swaaaak!

The shock wave that erupted before the kick that split the space from left to right was completely crushed.

Of course, it goes without saying that he didn’t even have the slightest bit of power over the swordsman who was kneeling beneath him.

bang!

It was only for a moment before I hit the side of the stiffened Shinto with my instep. An extremely elastic recoil flowed through my leather shoes. It was enough to make my ankle go numb for a moment.

‘Cheon Dan Gwang Gap…!’

I ignored him and pushed the rest of his leg away.

Kugu palace!!

A new move that bounces off like a water spout after an explosive kick.

Jeong Yeon-shin briefly glanced at the sight of yellow dust exploding one after another into the distance. In total, it rose five times.

Swish.

Here, all the exits are unfinished martial arts. The feet of Jeongyeonshin, who was pulling her legs back down, were vibrating vaguely with air power.

Fortunately, since it was a new skill for the creator, Shinto also seemed to have been helpless at one point.

The Blue Flame Taegeuk, which has now surrounded the surrounding area with blue flames.

‘It still hasn’t been sorted out.’

Jeong Yeon-shin briefly evaluated the Kwon-gak-sul that was being developed here in the north. He thought that a systematic compilation was necessary, but it was not something that could be done right away.

More importantly, the sword was placed at his feet right now.

Knock, knock.

A woman with her eyes closed amidst the sound of firewood breaking, characteristic of Namhwagwangtaegeuk.

The sight of him breathing heavily was ominous.

“Yeon, enemy…?”

She asked in a voice that was breaking up. At that moment, I felt a deep affection mixed in with the faint hope that was like her breath.

Jeongyeonshin couldn’t answer.

Because the King of Mongyojiche was not very far away.

Of course, the first thing to do was to examine the condition of the body through the ophthalmoscope, but as expected, the story of the old school leader did not end with just a private affectionate remark.

“That thief… took. The book that will… determine the peace of the world.”

He looks up at Jeongyeonshin’s chin with a short mutter, then collapses on the spot.

Jeong Yeon-shin placed her hand on her back, wondering if King Yul had any traitorous qualities. She was thinking of the secrets of Jeonggadonggong, which consisted of sleeplessness, moonlight, and a swing.

‘I don’t know if recovery is possible, but….’

He injects the Neungbeop Gwangryungi into the center of her back, that is, the Myeongmun point, using the Jeonggadonggong method, and then raises his head.

“… … .”

Before he knew it, Shintu had come ten paces ahead of him. His movements were reminiscent of the hazy fog of dawn. Even to Jeongyeonshin, his movements were like ghostly spectacles.

‘It would be difficult to keep up unless you are a fully open-minded senior citizen.’

It was a thought that occurred to me without me realizing it.

However, the leg of the new king, Jeong Yun-jong, was taken away by the Southern Emperor.

It is said that the third-generation royal guard, Eungong, took him with him and escaped from the territory of the Southern Qi Dynasty, but it is now difficult to determine his exact whereabouts.

Now, the best fighter in the world would be Shinto.

Even the level of martial arts is within the realm of the Six Heavenly Swordsmen and the Five Swords of Heaven.

“Are you the new king of the North?”

She asks quietly in a melodious voice.

There was no doubt that the King of Yelü was a member of the powerful Yeo tribe. Jeong Yeon-shin said, hiding her uneasy feelings.

“It seems that news is slow because you are not part of Whipoongryeong. Do not act rashly in my territory any longer.”

“Whistleblower? Was it Namje’s turn?”

The Northern King spoke of the many caves as if they were a single black band. His words and actions were as if he had gone out for a light walk.

Jeongyeon Shin shook her head.

“It has been a long time since war was declared against the Southern Emperor.”

“what?”

Surprisingly, her question was mixed with a ticklish laughter. The empty wilderness seemed to be dyed with soft snow flowers.

Sabak.

Her head tilts as she takes another step closer.

“How are things going?”

A soft whisper.

However, Jeong Yeon-shin was not interested in the questions of the friendless one. It was important to safely remove the sword and then attend the Un-gi-yo-sang.

That was when.

“It is impossible for the King of Dreams not to know.”

What a man’s voice.

When did you get close?

Before Jeongyeonshin could even turn her head, the voice of a man she had heard before from the sound room of Whipoongnyeong spread like the wind.

“The King of Yelü, who has just come out to inspect the civil affairs, is the true master of this land. He is currently known as the most aggressive conquering monarch in our land.”

“The book of self-destruction.”

Jeongyeonshin muttered while looking next to Shintu.

There was an intruder within arm’s length of her arm. He seemed to have arrived at a speed that was a step slower than Shinto.

It was also a being that maintained a state of not emitting any air waves as if it were natural.

he is.

Jeongyeon Shin had to look up.

“… … .”

He is a tall man. He looks down on Jeongyeonshin from an eye level that is almost beyond human.

It was truly a masterpiece.

His limbs were as thick as iron towers.

A sight where every muscle line pulsed as if it were alive. On his skin, dark blue spots were distorting and disappearing like flames. It had to be the Heavenly Sword.

However, the words and actions of the strategist of the tomb, namely, Wen-gok (文曲) among the six princes, were as polite as those of a scholar from Beijing.

Among all the monsters I’ve seen so far, his face is so fierce that it puts to shame the already fierce-looking ones.

“There are many sound caves.”

A monster that speaks in a grumbling voice.

His voice sounded like an ominous echo from deep underground.

“Since the relationship between Shinto and Bukdo is not good, he is not on the God of Fighting’s Whistle, but I personally have a communication channel through which I can exchange messages with him. So I heard the message in advance and came out to meet him…”

As Moon-gok tilted his huge head slightly, it felt as if the notes of the fine sandstorm were changing.

“I’m a little late. I was privately interested in that woman’s body.”

A thick finger, like a rotten branch of an old tree, points to the sword.

It seems that she heard about her transformation from Shintu, and Jeongyeonshin thought of the martial arts scholars of the Murong family that she had seen before.

These people had a great interest in all kinds of martial arts and were known to have developed inhumane contemplations. At this moment, Moon-gok’s temperament was similar to theirs.

“Of course I respect the king’s territory. The spoils that enter the king’s territory rightfully belong to the landowner.”

Moon-gok smiled as he said that.

The movement of his lips somehow came across as a dangerous smile. It was because of his large bones and skin that looked as hard as stone.

Shintu immediately refuted this.

“Dwarf. I am the master of this land.”

“Of course, it is true that the God of Fighting gave this Cheonggwangpyeong to Shintu. So… I was wondering whose hand I should raise now.”

It was a conversation that seemed familiar to both of them.

A situation where anyone can guess which side Moon-gok will ultimately raise his hand for.

“Oh, and… Chigeuk, Yeomjeong, and even Chamwang will be coming here. That’s why the Southern Emperor requested it. It’s not really suitable for our land, but this land must be peaceful until the god of war returns. In short, mediation is needed. Between the King of Yelü and the Southern Emperor.”

The word is mediation.

Jeong Yeon-shin has already experienced the subordinates of the Yeo-ru-seong clan.

The only way to resolve the conflict was through one-on-one life-or-death battles or group battles between multiple parties. Flesh was torn apart, bones were broken, and blood spurted out like a spray of water.

In the end, the great eyes of the northern powers fell upon Jeong Yeon-shin, who had emerged as a star.

Even the character of King Bukwang Chamwang was originally a general among the six princes of the Yuan Province, but Bukdo pushed him out and promoted Jeong Yeonsin to general.

Nothing goes as planned.

Even though I knew things would get difficult.

at last.

‘… Come.’

Jeong Yeon-shin called out to the clouds above her head the messenger who was in the fortress twenty li away.

He was about to be surrounded by five northern kings with weapons that reached the level of purple. It was to prepare for any eventuality.

At the same time, he twisted his lips under his silver mask.

“arbitration…?”

“King of Yal?”

“That’s a polite remark, like a southern scholar. Are you saying that you’re a commoner?”

It was a voice that was made to resonate even in the sound transmission space of the whistle.

In the southern world, people who are quiet and reserved are often teased by the names “saengwonnim” or “sannim.”

Looking at the way Moon-gok’s eyebrows were furrowed unusually at this moment, it seemed that he had learned martial arts or writing in the past Ming Dynasty.

If he had changed his face through something like a shape-shifter when he was young and still not fully grown, it’s not an impossible story.

‘Information worth remembering.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought like the Southern Emperor, the greatest in the North.

Peace is enough for the people’s livelihood.

Those who take up the sword, not the plow, must not be at peace, until they finally lay down their sword, whether alive or dead.

It was the opinion of the Iphwangseong Shingumdanju that only then would the world become peaceful. Many of the ancestors of Bonseong lived like that and closed their eyes.

Jeong Yeon-shin said.

“You called your side, so I must call mine too.”

He is no longer a penniless northern king with no friendly forces.

This was before Moon-gok and Shin-tu could say anything.

Hurrruk!

The band of blue flame surrounding them burned even bluer.

Jeongyeonshin approached Shintu with the same stride she took when she broke the demon’s possession at Mt. Mudeung.

The gap between their breaths, each coming from his and her internal energy, was pushing against each other’s collarbone and the back of their ears.

Is it because he is confident in his abilities? Shintu looks up at King Yul with eyes that find it amusing.

As if telling me to go ahead and try to get through it, he gathered the sunlight pouring down from the sky onto his entire body.

Woohoo!

In the place where Jeongyeonshin originally stood, the afterimage of Lee Hyeonghwanwi’s power rippled.

‘It wasn’t a one-hit wonder, I guess I missed the mark.’

Jeongyeonshin’s hand swept down from the inside of Shintu’s armpit to his forearm.

Pushing her elbows outward, she sucked the taut, spinning wheel into her heart. It happened in an instant.

Kiiiiiing!

In an instant, Jeongyeonshin’s hand returned to Shintu’s grasp with an incredible suction power.

The book that the swordsman had spoken of was hanging in his palm.

“… … !”

Only then did Shintu notice her intentions and spin around like lightning. She was literally the best Shinshin in the world. In an instant, her body, which had turned pale, detached Jeongyeonshin and created a whirlwind.

Kookookookookung!

The book, which had been torn in half without any compromise, emitted a huge shock wave like a landslide. For a moment, waves made of dirt rippled far away.

The vibration of the sword song that flowed from Jeong Yeon-shin’s long fingers to the bundle of papers beforehand. As the two peerless masters protected the books with their full internal energy, it ended up as a tearing sound.

It was also a signal otherwise.

A call that was orchestrated a few days ago, or a dozen days ago, or even a hundred or so days ago.

‘Come.’

Jeongyeonshin returned to her original position, her clothes fluttering in the wind like Yongheemyeong’s.

“What have you done?”

Moon-gok asks with a faint smile. His large body has a leisurely look that seems reasonable at first glance.

But Jeong Yeon-shin just kept the half-broken book in her bosom.

There was an answer soon.

Quagwarts―

It sounds very soft.

From the south and west, and in between to the southwest.

Each one was a loud noise of an iceberg falling, a huge sword clanging, and several flags breaking through the ground.