Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 575

Nadam (8)

The lame man beyond the gate.

If you say it out loud, it’s bound to sound awkward because it doesn’t fit.

Saaaaa―

A faint, dark breeze blew. A wind with colors. The ground was dark and damp. It was clearly not a place where people lived.

Just look at the rocky mountains that surround the vast wilderness.

Each one of them has a sharp, sharp shape like a wind chime, and if you listen closely enough, you can hear a ghostly cry coming from the smooth rock face. It was literally like the cry of a ghost.

A magical realm like the North.

This is not a place for a lame person to live.

However, words can carry different weights depending on the presence of the person speaking them.

The words of Mayeonjeok and Yongheemyeong were as heavy as the world, and also extremely natural.

“It’s far away. Even if Yeonshin ran ten miles, it would only take a few minutes. However, it’s hard to tell whether that lame guy is a human or a monster with incredible strength.”

“One meal… That should be about it. Maybe even shorter. Hmm, how about Jukwang Shingae? The best in the world.”

“Are you talking about the beggar king?”

“Let’s leave aside the word ‘open stock’.”

“He is better than anyone else when it comes to studying light martial arts. He has mastered the art of rolling around like a bear. If that beggar Wangcho can gain momentum in his running, we could discuss the half-meal game. From there to here.”

“You have such a high opinion of me. Isn’t that unusual?”

“He is a very cheerful and fun-loving guy, and his footwork is probably faster than that of any lame person.”

“Then let’s assume it’s been half a year since we met the strange guy. We can count from the moment we set foot on the ground.”

It was when Yong Hee-myeong said that.

Suddenly.

Very slowly.

The movement that the two people had been sensing began.

It is in a place that cannot be seen because of the many rock mountains. A body that pushes the air like a yoke, and a movement that limps one leg.

It was ordinary, just like Yong Huimyeong said. It was nothing special.

But the owner of that sound also seemed to have sensed Mayeonjeok and Yongheemyeong accurately.

Because the giant was heading towards them.

The moment it finally lifted its foot, Yong Huimyeong slowly stood up from the stone seat. The scabbard of the sword attached to his belt hit the armrest with a thud.

We previously assumed a semi-permanent diet.

The time it takes to eat a meal, half the time.

No, it was slower.

At the same time, it was much faster. A soft but gradually increasing roar. It approached in a straight line, piercing through the rocks between them.

This is something that the Open-minded Jukwang Shingae cannot do. Everything in the universe felt as soft as a mucous membrane compared to the lame man at this moment.

From that distant place, dust from the landslide billowed like a curtain.

It was leisurely and fast. There was no hesitation.

Soon it transformed into the clearest aura in the world, and by the time Yongheemyeong’s sword began to shimmer with rainbow colors, it was galloping at irregular paces.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Yong Hee-myeong and Ma Yeon-jeok were met with a strange sound at the same time. At this moment, their bodies were fixed in the air with a transcendental harmony.

Perfect balance.

It was revealed very naturally. The secret of the union of the body and sword transcended the limitations of the sword and the body, and went into the great nature. It was a state where the body dominated the surrounding space.

There is only one function.

No matter how the Ipsin Sword and Boweol Sword are swung, they fully convey the sword power of the new sword master.

Every gesture is transformed into a mysterious killing blow, even if some natural disaster destroys their posture.

That was all the contrast was about.

No energy flowed from the bodies of the current and previous Shingeomdan masters.

They just stared ahead. Now, they were close enough that the ground beneath their feet shook like an earthquake. With a cracking sound, the stones at their feet crumbled on their own.

Then, all the sounds stopped.

As if someone who does not exist under this sky had moved the lame man into the void.

―Geonreung… You protect it even after death? Amazing.

It disappeared with a soft laugh. Soon, it added the words, “There’s only one left,” like a clear breeze, and then disappeared without a trace.

That was it.

Yong Hee-myeong whistled briefly and then slowly opened his mouth.

“… It was a person. This is a big problem.”

“There is a guy who is guessing.”

Mayeonjeok clenched his fists tightly and then released them as he spoke. Yonghee Myung nodded.

“When we meet again… what if we die here? It looks like the Emperor’s life-saving elixir is still there, holding the limping man back. It’s the Gongwolmu ‘Samramangok (森羅彎曲)’.”

“What if we die? The family is ridiculous. And you still claim to be the owner of the Shingeomdan?”

As always, Ma Yeon-jeok’s nagging did not reach Yong Hui-myeong. The contemporary Shin Geum-dan master took out a yellow piece of paper from inside his purple robe and fiddled with it.

It was a strange land.

“If you are truly a master of the Shingeomdan, you must consider all variables. Isn’t it the martial arts world where anything can happen if you have bad luck?”

“My mind is rotten. Hand me that sword. Now that I look at it, I guess I should keep it.”

“Huh? That’s nonsense.”

Yong Huimyeong put the Goehwangji back into his bosom and said.

“I will judge the qualifications of the Ipshin Sword Master. Unfortunately, the previous generation elders do not have the opportunity.”

“What?”

“If not, then leave.”

They were equal, but as Yong Huimyeong said, there was no such thing as a free-spirited man.

Was it because of the stuffy air? The young old man asked abruptly, shaking the hem of his pink clothes vigorously.

“Looking at that limp, I think it’s time to make a decision. Do you think Yeonshin is the head of the Shingeomdan or the deputy head of the dan?”

No answer came out of Yongheemyeong’s mouth right away.

He was still young. He was much younger than when Mayan passed the sword to him. At the same time, he had the body of a half-dragon. Without any exaggeration, he would always be in his prime.

Yong Hee-myeong, the new sword master. Another name for the incarnation of the Ipsin Sword.

But he was also someone’s senior.

―… …I wish you good luck.

―There are people who tell me about my luck. I guess I’ll have to live long to see it.

It must have been around the time when Namgung Se-ga and I were having a life-or-death duel.

As the first conversation he had with fifteen-year-old Jeong Yeon-shin tickled his mind, Yong Hui-myeong raised the corners of his mouth faintly.

“As long as you don’t hide your true martial arts skills unnecessarily, isn’t it all up to your imagination? In the first place, there can be no such thing as a deputy… … .”

* * *

The true representatives of the Divine Sword Masters were in Cheonggwangpyeong. The Seventeen Black Swords of the Ming Dynasty. The masters of the Divine Sword Masters Round Table.

Seven of them came.

Jeong Yeon-shin clearly recognized her seniors and ran across the plains with a much more relaxed mind. She shouldn’t worry about them on the battlefield.

Because the black-faced people of the Yellow Emperor were beings to be respected, not feared.

Kwaaaa …

A strong wind blowing against your ears.

A land that shatters like glass with every strike.

The only thing that stands out in it is the words carved into the soles of Jeongyeonshin’s feet every time he steps on the ground.

The Gonwangdoeonbeop of the Great Master of Myungryu. Her messages, sent from unknown places and times, were packed up one by one.

―I believe that the light waves of the Gwangyegyeol have been mixed in, so it will be conveyed well to the Danju Deputy. I hope that you will consider the context of the speech as to the loss of some sounds. First, the Shinto.

‘I’m following along properly.’

Jeongyeonshin leaped forward with a great leap, spinning the wheel of her heart even more fiercely. The waves of sand rose like a waterfall at his kick.

―The previous army… So, King Chamwang was stopped by Bingje. I don’t know what happened now, but at least I don’t think you need to worry about it right now.

The King of the North is in trouble.

He was a person who was pushed out of the Yukwonseonggun because of Jeongyeonsin. Naturally, he would not have been kind to King Yelü. He must have come to restore his own prestige.

How shocking would the martial arts and martial arts of such a being be? In a situation where there are continuous crises, it would be a particularly great threat.

But Jeong Yeon-shin excluded his existence from her mind. She remembers the smile that Yang Guifei gave to her wife, Bing-je. The advice of Myeongryu Dae-ju was also important.

―Just go straight ahead. The battlefield should be one large straight line by now, and there is only one thing to do. At the order of the leader of the Danju, the Shingeomdan’s armed forces that have advanced north, among them the Gwanggeomdae and Gongmyeongmyeong, are pulled out of the isolated front line. Of course, the Gwanggeomdaeju and Gongmyeongmyeongju are extremely strong, but they cannot shake off the two northern armies carrying the Whifungryeong without any support. Their light attack mobility is different.

The speed of reaction to a group’s light dash varies greatly depending on the chain of command.

Of course, the faster the better. This was also the case in the large-scale war between the powerful men.

In that sense, Whipungnyeong is the greatest net of all time. It is a space for sound transmission over a long distance created by Tusin.

Naturally, the movement of the army was bound to be the fastest in the world, and even the most skilled warrior in the world at the time was a northern warrior.

‘Shinto.’

Queen of the dream world.

An absolute being who has allowed himself to be embraced by the devotees for a long time.

At this moment, Jeongyeonshin had to overcome the fastest person and the group at the same time.

Kuguguguguguguguung―!

A new type that had already turned into a whitish light and was running across the plains.

However, it did not reach the limit of what the Ten-Li Light Spirit could produce. This was because it could not shake off the divine force.

She was clearly faster than Jeong Yeon-shin, and she constantly stretched out her arms and legs in gestures that left afterimages like the fluttering wings of a moth.

Just like now.

“I can’t go.”

With a dreamlike feat of footwork, he overtook Jeong Yeon-shin once again. He even had the luxury of stretching out his long legs to trip his ankles.

The white, billowing fog surrounding her calves must have been the Heavenly Sword.

Jeongyeon Shin didn’t stop.

bang!

He just kicked it past. Of course, a huge shock wave exploded behind him.

A deep furrow was carved into the ground with a cracking sound. It was a ridge that had already been loaded with lightning.

But that alone slowed things down again.

It was because she had focused her strength on her legs at the moment when she should have been striking. It was hard to tell how it was compared to the full-fledged Jukwang Shingae, but her lightness training surpassed Jeongyeonshin’s dash in every way.

“Give up.”

Shinto’s smooth whisper tickled my ear and dispersed. Her new form had also disappeared without a trace.

It was a repetition of the same pattern.

Kookoogugugugu! Bang! Bam! Kwaang!

Two rays of light continuously intertwine as they descend across the vast plain.

The whitish propulsion waves trailed across the dirt, and before their afterimages had even faded, the heads of the two beams of light collided again.

A wide shock wave exploded in several circular motions, and the ground was torn apart as if a comet had passed through it.

Shinto’s movements were like walking through a river in a dream, but then they quickly became disorganized. Every time, Jeongyeonshin lost her breath and faced the repulsive force of Cheondan Gwanggap with her body.

It was a truly massive impact. In the midst of it all, I had to focus to repel the power unique to the Mongyoji style that was thrusting into the upper body along with the fragrant scent.

It even takes away your soul.

Shinto was such a being.

Jeongyeonshin felt dizzy in the midst of her hands and feet swirling around like a constellation. This was because she was gradually becoming more and more angry.

I was so annoyed by the unknown realm of lightness that I couldn’t help but feel feverish. I didn’t know when the light sword squad and the airborne division would be annihilated.

Every time, the famous master Yun Seonbae whispered to my feet in a detailed handwriting.

―Based on the speed of the ten-mile light that was reported to the General Office, you should be seeing Mt. Haebing by now. Right behind it, two corps of the Shingeomdan are facing the Yeomjeong Army and Chigeuk Army.

It was just as she said.

Before I knew it, I was in a state of shock.

A cavalry force stationed beyond a considerably tall mountain. They were literally training their horses in martial arts and exuding a fearsome sense of oppression. It was the embodiment of military spirit.

‘They’re all here.’

There must be about five hundred in total.

Even the Northern Kings’ military force with the Whistleblower. There is even a man called Chigeukbu-ma.

By now, the Gwanggeomdae and Gongmyeongnim are in dire straits, perhaps even on the verge of annihilation.

―Of course, it may be a crisis of the wind and lightning. When you arrive at the battlefield with your sword in your hand, don’t be discouraged even if they have suffered damages that are close to annihilation. The death of a soldier in the Imperial City is a common occurrence in the military. It is even more so in a war of this scale.

‘No, Senior Un was wrong.’

Jeongyeonshin thought as she looked at Shintu, who was walking backwards and facing her.

Incredible lightness. Her gray-white hair was swaying like a joke, somewhat obscured by the sunset.

If there is any further delay, everything will go according to the will of the Northern Kings.

That won’t do.

As the leader of the Shingeomdan, he issued a general assembly order to his subordinate armed forces. He had to fulfill his responsibility.

Right now, here.

Phew!

Jeong Yeon-shin released the Jinyeo Hwi Seongcheon that had been wrapped around his entire body. The calluses of the Dangga siblings returned to his heart in an instant and took the form of a second halo.

“… … ?”

A big question appears on Shintu’s face.

It was natural. The internal defense wall that had been continuously blocking her Heavenly Sword, Golden Sword, and Lightness Techniques had disappeared.

But Jeongyeonshin now knows.

Sometimes it is not you who takes care of your heart, but other people.

Divine Secret Techniques

Nanhua Gwangtaegeuk (South China Great Ultimate)

Kwajik―

It was a sound that came from the heart.

The halo that had been previously recovered from Jinyeo Hwi Seongcheon was peeled off again, and as it flowed out of his body, it began to burn fiercely and run across the plains.

It was faster than any light. Blue light. A long, blue light was literally engraved on the ground.

The blue line passed through Shinto and in an instant even crossed the mountain ridge, and finally drew a vast Taegeuk at a point that was invisible to Jeongyeonshin’s eyes.

Circle of blue light.

In it, all of Gwangyegyeol’s supernatural powers are linked at the speed of Samhwachwijeong. In other words, as long as the amount of accumulated energy allows, everyone is a pure spirit.

Just as at one point, hundreds of shaman disciples all appeared to him as Gogeomjinin.

-Island of Yeomumaek.

The Grand Master said.

-It’s a mad dash. Destroy the enemy.

A sound that has penetrated many ears following the Namhwagwangtaegeuk.

Before he could sense the nature masters’ reaction to him, Jeongyeonshin was already standing face to face with Shintu, who had wrapped his body even more tightly in a white heavenly armor. They both froze in place.

Passus-

At their feet, tiny pieces of stone crumbled into dust and were carried away by the wind.

Now, Jeongyeonshin has no self-defense skills.

“What did you just do? Why did you have to do something so stupid…?”

Shintu asks.

Unlike her, whose body lines were tinged with a hazy white light, Jeong Yeon-shin’s body was clear and sharp under the transparent sunlight.

Thunder was the answer to Shinto’s question.

[Let’s see who’s faster. Of course, I might lose, but I won’t die here.]

Before he knew it, his voice was echoing like an echo. It was a sign of the Gongwolmu.

Wilderness extinction.

As of now, it is just as the name given by some low-minded person. It is a force that sweeps so far away that it seems as if it will block out even the ceaseless pouring sunlight.

[Go.]

There is no stopping anymore. There is no need to hide anything.

“Here…?!”

There was a big question in Shinto’s eyes.

[Gwangtaegeuk (Great Ultimate).]

Jeongyeonshin’s thoughts permeated the earth.