Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 572

Nadam (5)

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A book of self-destruction.

King Yukwon Seonggun Mungok was a northern king who did not act like a king. Although he owned a vast land, he enjoyed wandering.

So much so that the western territory beyond the Jiayuguan Pass of the Great Wall pales in comparison.

During his childhood, when he was small in stature, he learned the art of transformation on his own and passed the Ming Dynasty civil service examination with the status created for him by Yeo-ryeong.

If it weren’t for the royal family’s eyes that could see through the truth, I might have become a scholar at the Hanrim Academy.

So the name of the land that Mungok holds is Musimryeong (無心囹). It is a prison that the king has lost interest in.

The Lord of the Heartless, that is, the Great Master of Mungok, was naturally called the Lord of the Heartless Prison. He was also the son of Mungok.

At this moment, there was someone standing on a large black horse, glaring at the Taeyeonryong.

“You don’t even look back when your own father is in danger. Well, it’s surprising that you responded to the call of that valley and led your troops all the way here. It must have been a very long journey.”

“Your Majesty, is this a crisis?”

Two figures, one big and one small, were looking at the battlefield that was unfolding before their eyes.

The land they stood on was a very low hill, but still everything was clearly visible.

A huge cloud of dust blooming like a cumulus cloud, hundreds of pairs of horses and men running wild with overwhelming momentum, and even seven black-clad men walking silently towards the giant Mungok.

Passssss.

Fine grains of sand cling to the feet of the two figures. It was the effect of the sudden burst of the fist attack that Moon-gok had unleashed just before losing his rhythm.

“If it’s a crisis, it’s a crisis.”

The large figure clicked his tongue.

“There are seven who will remain even after becoming great warriors. Above the path they walk, there is a star of the devil’s realm.”

“…the six constellations of Yukwonseonggun Mungok.”

It was the muttering of a small person whose crown reached the waist of the large person. The large person nodded.

“Has there ever been a battle like that? Since the advent of the God of Fighting.”

“No. He sought the peace of His Majesty the Northern King… … .”

“Even if Moon-gok kills more than half of those black hats, what good will it do if his own body or life is not intact? He will not be able to properly carry out the will of the God of Fighting.”

“But why are you smiling?”

“I?”

“Yes, Your Majesty is smiling brightly like never before.”

“Since when did it start? I didn’t realize that my skin was cold and my senses were dull.”

“It was after King Yalyu passed by them.”

“Yeah, Yally…!”

A rough voice, like rocks crushing each other.

A large, slender man with a height of eight feet laughed out loud. His gray-white lips and skin turned up.

The ruler of the area south of the Yosu River, famous for its gray waters and where the Imoogi emerged in the distant past.

The King of the North’s beheading.

At the same time, he was also a member of the previous army.

The only troops lying at his side were short, hairy iron men.

Although he was a famous Northern King, Chamwang only mobilized one great warrior into his army.

But that alone gave the neighborhood a crowded feel.

“A rare spirited fugitive from the South! A man who is clearly suspicious in three ways! A man who stole the honor of ‘Lord of the Six Planets’ from me without even shaking hands! I should have treated him as the King of the North, not as the master of this land of demonic realms, yet he can hold such a Naadam (festival) all by himself…!”

Every time the King of Chamwang spoke a word, a white puff of breath spread out.

It wasn’t just because of his inexplicable energy.

At this moment, the cold air that not only turned the surrounding area into an ice field, but also made a strong crackling sound and made a freezing sound.

This is the realm of the Ice Emperor.

It wouldn’t be strange if my body froze and burst right away.

A transcendent, chilling cold air flowed everywhere.

Not only did the Northern King Chamwang and his great warrior have all kinds of internal defenses, but they were also vibrating their entire body’s internal energy with extreme precision.

It was a cold air that could be blocked only then.

“Your Majesty, he is clearly a spy from the South. It is just that the road made of blood is suitable for the customs of our land.”

The Iron Tribe warrior with the bushy beard said.

Soon, the veins on the back of his blunt hand holding the sword became clear and blue. The ground was torn apart by the frost.

But that was all.

King Chamwang shakes his head.

“As many kings had already guessed, they were all just observing Yelü for a while. It was because the battle with the Southern Qi was so shocking.”

The rough voice went down the long legs of the King of the Chamwang. Even the body of Bingje, who was kneeling with one shoulder pressed against his foot.

The ends of her black hair, flowing down the nape of her neck, kissed the frosty dirt floor. It was all covered in dust.

The waves of King Chamwang’s energy, which had once stretched out in a vast circle, were frozen in place, like frozen waves.

One of the transcendent battles has already ended.

The result was a draw.

The iceberg was unable to shake off the landslide-like legs of the mighty warrior, and the mighty warrior and his warrior were frozen in place, unable to move any longer.

Whoever breaks the balance first would survive.

“I could stay like this until next winter.”

The King of Evil blurts out:

Bingjae didn’t answer. He just turned his head askew and stared into the distance.

The gazes of the three people overlapped in the same direction.

Towards the Moon Valley Army, Taeyeonryong, and the seven black hats who confronted Moon Valley, including Musimryeongju.

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As soon as Yuk Won-seong-gun Mungok saw the seven men in black robes, he immediately asked.

“Have you ever read the Analects?”

Then he spoke without waiting for an answer.

“In the section on government, Confucius said, ‘Government through virtue is like the northern dragon, residing in its place where all the stars share the same place.’… It was an impressive passage.”

Doing politics with virtue.

It is like a sight of stars circling the North Star, which has settled still in its place.

Here, the North Star that Confucius was talking about meant the king. Naturally, the stars could only mean the lower class or the common people.

“… … .”

The great lords were silent. The nine-foot giant was discussing the Analects in a dignified manner. It was truly a bizarre sight.

“To me, the North Star is the god of war. He has looked after this magic realm with virtue. He has given us the divine teachings of the Divine Gongjeolhak, prevented us from eating the flesh of inter-clan people, and has given us the strength to move forward into a world without hunger.”

Whether or not one agreed with the will of the devotee, many stars influenced by his actions rose to the surface of the sky with their own will.

So it was the Yukwonseong Army.

Six transcendent beings revolving around the North Star of the Greedy Wolf.

“The emperor who will turn this desolate land upside down, the god who will make the inhuman clans live like humans… He is my cause. Like many causes throughout history, this may be considered evil to some.”

Swish.

Moon-gok raised his right hand, which had previously created a crater a hundred meters in diameter. A faint smoke was still rising from between his thick fingers.

It was the heat of friction from the fist.

“Do you have a North Star too?”

Moon-gok asked with a smile. And then he added. Now I have a definite guess.

Sabak.

The one who stepped forward at those words was Seonmokryeongju Cheon Soso.

Between the jet-black hair that had been disheveled due to the light gallop, the blue eyes characteristic of the Ming tribe shone like jade beads.

She said with a cold face.

“Ceramics.”

It was a kind of martial arts ritual that strengthened the will before battle. It reached Doye and Seomye.

Moon-gok smiled politely.

“You damned nobles. They only talk about what they want to say. Beijing and Ma-gyeong are no different.”

That was it.

Before they knew it, the nine-foot-tall giant was standing before the lords.

It was the Nine-Wave Magic Step, known in the North as the pinnacle of forward walking techniques, a gait that tore through space faster than the speed of sound.

There was no waste in the unrealistically fast movements that continued like flowing water until Moon-gok fully twisted his waist like an iron tower and loaded his fist.

There was no loud noise.

A moment when you can’t move much unless you’re fast enough to perform a Gongwolmu.

‘Get up.’

Cheon So-so was thinking to herself.

At the same time, the cool energy of the Cold Heavenly Ice Energy arose like a rainbow in her dantian.

It went from the yin jiao point below the navel, through the surrounding rectus abdominis muscle, and all the way to Cheon So-so’s straight forehead.

The hems of twenty layers of inner energy rose like cotton threads. A self-defense weapon created with the image of eternal snow that never melts.

Deep Sky Ice Badge

As soon as the invisible energy barrier surrounds your head.

Oh my god!

A huge shockwave erupted. The storm spread out in all directions in translucent concentric circles. Cheon So-so’s eyes lost focus for a moment after being hit in the forehead by Moon-gok’s fist.

He lost consciousness from one blow.

It was only natural. It was only natural. Among the seven great lords, there was no one who could enter the breath of the unrivaled realm. Someone had to completely take Moon-gok’s blow.

But Cheon So-so stood tall.

The Ice Sword that has reached the realm of divine powers offers countless abilities. One of them is the exceptionally strong self-defense technique.

She was able to raise her self-defense skills to the realm of divine skills more easily than other martial arts masters, and her achievements were further enhanced thanks to the Jeongyeonshin she occasionally interacted with in her true nature.

Hwaaaaah!

Long hair flutters like snowflakes.

Even though the ground beneath her feet had caved in and she was on the verge of falling, she was clearly alive.

Among the six great lords who had scattered in all directions, Bukgung Ah, the Heavenly Lord of Yeoui, passed by, touching the nape of Cheon So So’s neck.

It was a type of chugunggwahyeol (推宮過穴), a technique to clear blood vessels blocked by internal injuries or turbid energy.

“… … !”

The moment when the blue light returned to Cheon So So’s eyes.

The other major shareholders were racing through the time she had given them.

Not only was there the Mugeuk Jeonju who immediately stomped on Moon-gok’s back with his prosthetic leg and climbed up to his shoulder, but there was also the Hahu Wijin who struck Moon-gok’s chin with his sword with a whitish halo flowing over it.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

A violent vibration shakes the axis of the earth.

The pale aerodynamic waves created a wall of sand, and in the gaps between the yellow waves, the valley spewed out dark blue smoke like hellfire.

He said, “That’s bullshit.”

-My legs are burning. It’s a self-defense weapon with a fire energy.

―Is this the Cheondan Gwangap? I can’t use my right arm anymore. Hold my right arm!

The sound of the Wuji Jeonju and the Xiahou Weijin are scattered in all directions at the same speed as the thoughts.

It was not a super long-distance teleportation of a thousand miles, but the teleportation of many of the super masters who had achieved the unity of spirits and energy was no different from a whistle.

Kwakwakwang-!

Regardless, the waves of Moon Valley’s fists that had twisted his body exploded in the air.

Two times, breaking the long legs of the Emperor’s lower leg method (帝下脚法) of the Lord of Heavenly Swords Bukgung Ah, and once, flicking away the two palms of the Lord of the Extinction, the Lord of the Extinction, with a loud noise, using the Divine Flame Double Hands (神炎雙手).

Woodduck-

The moment Bukgung-ah’s two hands, with their waists bent backwards like a Peking Opera acrobat in midair, struck both kneecaps and returned them to their original positions.

Beneath Moon-gok’s fist was a handsome young man with a sharp body holding an unusually thick rope.

The harsh northern land and the temperament that seemed to have been one from the beginning. He was the murderous spirit of the Demon Realm and the Heavenly Dragon Lord Wei Zhi Jie.

Wooooow!

Like other great lords, his entire body was bathed in a faint light.

It will be activated immediately. The endurance of the peerless master is far beyond that of a human, so if the fight is prolonged, it could result in annihilation.

Shingeomdan Wonpyeongil Kendo (Wishing Peaceful One Sword Art)

Gwangyehapgyeol (Full of Art)

Kiiiiiing!

The bodies of the great lords were connected by a whitish current like a constellation. It was a current that completely encompassed the waves that had erupted in the meantime.

Ceramics. Reaching the island. Kyeol (結) meant gathering together. As always, there were seventeen stars surrounding the new sword.

Kwaaaaaaaang!

The other side of Yullyeongdaeju Unsoyu, who was thrown out with all his bones crushed by the back of the hand that Moongok swung.

“… … ?”

Her beloved weapon, the Unjageom (暈疵劍), was now stuck on Mungok’s left wrist like a tombstone.

Kwajik―

A pure white crack began to spread across the Cheondan Gwangap that had been proclaiming invincibility.

Until then, Wei Zhijie’s gaze did not leave Moon-gok’s fist. His extremely combative gaze was waiting for an opening to strike.

The combined attack of Iphwangseong Wonpyeongilgeomjang is not a passing grade in martial arts in Gangho.

It was a war of attrition.