Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 577

Blind fire

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“My luck has turned bad.”

“Master of the Mysterious Religion, King of the Western Heaven. What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

“It was a game that I took lightly… but it’s no longer a game. Is the Southern Emperor still blocked by the Northern Emperor? It’s not the time to give them some leniency because they’re from the same clan. Now, we have to hurry.”

“Namje… Now that I think about it, I should ask the best person in the North as well. Master Myunggyo, you spoke well.”

“Shut up and let out more of this magic energy. Now, one of two things can happen. Either I overturn the northern gate, or King Yelu overturns the entire northern region.”

“So what do you mean? I’m not interested in anything else. Just find my great warrior.”

“They’re all crazy. I don’t know anymore.”

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A mountain peak covered in perennial snow.

Sunlight streamed down from beneath the silver mask of King Yeolu of the North. The sunlight was even more transparent due to the snow that filled the surrounding area.

Crying. I’m crying.

Without a sound.

It was the first time in his short life that something like this had happened to him since he had his pupils dilated as a child. All the subtle movements around his eyes were unfamiliar to him.

However, the mask that symbolizes the status of the King of Yul does not dissolve in water. It is an item worn to ensure that the gathering of the Shingeomdan is not disturbed at all. Naturally, it is as solid as a castle wall.

So at this moment, no one knew what expression Jeongyeonshin was making.

I didn’t even know it myself.

Dismissal, dismissal―

Colorless lightning kept shooting out from the silver hilt of the divine sword Yeollei. This was because some of the energy of the Igi-eogeom (以氣馭劍) was used as the secret technique of the ultimate lightning.

The long body of the divine sword was imbued with the explosive power of the sword’s movement and circular motion.

Beneath the lightning was a pure white snow field and a divine being covering its body.

The thunderbolt stood tall with her back and the ground pierced together, silently watching the strong winds splitting itself apart as it struck her long blades.

Gwangtaegeuk – This is a situation where the entrance to the moon has hit the mark.

Maybe it was because it was so sudden.

Or maybe it was because Jeongyeonshin’s temperament changed so abruptly, like a whirlwind, or maybe it was because the top of Haebingsan Mountain was closest to Yeore.

Shinto allowed a proper sword strike, making the previous exchange of restraints seem meaningless. Just like how Jukwang Shingae met Namje one day as if it were a lie.

Life is a series of changes.

The same was true of the lightning that knocked down the Shinto and stuck it into the top of the mountain.

The situation was repeated over and over again, almost like a complete failure, and the blow was successful. Regardless of Jeong Yeon-shin’s will.

The sword power of the Ipdo Gongwol did not flow down to the rock mountain below his body at all. Shintu had to bear the entire impact.

Even so, the sight of her breathing, even if shallow, meant two things.

The extreme Cheondan Gwanggap that surrounds the entire body’s acupoints and even the internal organs. The extreme vitality unique to a peerless master.

one side.

Swish—

The waves of sunlight that covered her like an outer garment are gently peeling off. The moonlight has destroyed the heavenly armor.

Unlike his previous words and actions, his gaze was raised with authority. His distinct yet mysterious facial features, like Jeong Yeon-shin’s, stood out.

It was the ultimate beauty. The sunlight streaming from her nose was beautiful even without the radiance of the sky, and the outline of her skin, including her lips and chin, was dreamy as if it would suck in the soul.

But Jeongyeonshin wasn’t looking at her. She just silently lowered her head.

That moment felt like an eternity.

“… … .”

But the silence didn’t last long.

Suddenly, Shintu let out a low cough. It was a sneeze mixed with blood.

For her, for Jeong Yeon-shin, and for Joo Gwang-shin, who was not here, the world of martial arts in Gangho was still vain. It was a world of the deluded.

But Shintu smiled blandly instead. His breathing was ragged.

“Now, we are equal.”

A comment about Jeong Yeon-shin’s right arm, which was previously torn off by Moon-gok.

The Shinto with its face revealed was different.

He wasn’t the greatest thief in the world, but rather had a temperament that was very close to being a warrior. He wasn’t a dream demon who could bewitch people, but rather a demonic spirit.

At the same time, a dark shadow fell over Shintu. Before she knew it, Jeongyeonshin was sitting next to her head.

“… … .”

While the recoil from the attack on the moon was so strong that it felt like it was tearing apart his body.

He rolled his feet towards Shinto’s head without saying a word.

Although his eyes were red and his focus was blurred, he was still able to trample on what he needed to destroy. His legs, still flowing with explosive leg strength, tore through the air.

It was then that the faint sound of Shinto’s will resonated.

Gongwolmu.

[Kwon Mong-yin-hui (Sleep and dream cycle)]

For a moment, the midwinter northern air rippled violently as if it were being hit by the summer sun.

At the same time, Shinto’s body went backwards as if time had been rewound, and Jeongyeonshin’s leather shoes shattered the snow where her head had been.

The thought of Shinto resonated beautifully.

[There is a time when no light air can reach.]

She, too, was preparing for a life-saving retreat like Jeongyeonshin. As a counterattack that would not be caught by anything.

Kwajik!

It was the sound of the sword being pulled out of her body. The penetration wound had widened, of course. Anyone could see that it was a fatal wound.

However, he just smiles with a faint frown on his face.

Her skin, which had risen to the surface of the void, was being sewn together like a dream. It only took a few breaths for her to return to her previous appearance.

All that remained were the hem of his clothes, torn by the sword and revealing his white abs, and a red stain of blood.

The flesh before being struck by lightning was realized.

How complex the path and the ideas were that were used to operate the power in that process? The level of internal energy, innate energy, and spirituality studied is one of the best in the world.

A desperate attempt to save one’s life. A nerve that runs through the past.

In this way, the transcendent battles of peerless masters always presuppose a battle of divine numbers.

Shinto licked his lips.

“This magic realm is already a corroded land, but your heart has not rusted enough. Then your body may rot and decay first.”

She looked down at Jeongyeonshin as if floating in the air. Her eyes scanned the sunlight dripping down his chin.

Jeongyeon Shin looked up blankly.

His mouth opened slowly.

[Shut up.]

“… … !”

The sound of the voice of the mokuldae overlapped with the thoughts of the upper class.

It is still in a state of great excitement when the spirit of the spirit has caused a great upheaval. Something is not over yet.

Shinto’s eyes, wide open, suddenly turned downwards. There was a sight that was directly reflected in her eyes as she tilted her head sharply.

Beneath the white mountain slopes.

There was a large, bluish Taegeuk that surrounded the battlefield of the Northern King’s cavalry masters.

The Jeongyeonshin was like a sword placed high above it. It was literally a high sword. Infinitely free within the rotating Taegeuk pattern.

[Cheon Dan Gwang Gap, Gong Wol Moo, innate vitality… You are so tenacious. There were some who weren’t like that.]

While his voice was tearful, the echo of the upper body was naturally free of moisture.

Sarak.

Shintu immediately twisted his waist.

I won’t speak to Jeongyeonshin anymore.

You probably don’t have any strength left. Even if you had some strength left, do you plan on ending your fight here? All the words she could have said here swirled around in her mouth and disappeared.

Because there was no time for that.

Phew!

Jeongyeonshin’s hand pierced her abdomen.

The sunlight distorted the palm of his hand that had emerged from the blood, and a groan escaped Shintu’s mouth for the first time.

“ah…!”

The recommendation method, whose origin is hard to find, once again makes a thunderous roar. Jeong Yeon-shin’s forearm folds like a hook and he tightens his sword.

At the same time, he started to run downwards.

It was headed towards the battlefield where all kinds of skilled people, including the two armed forces under the Shingeomdan, as well as the Yeomjeong Army and the Chigeuk Army, were involved.

Down, down further.

Kwaaaa …

A pure white ripple exploded from the heel and spread to the left and right. The finely ground snow grains scattered the sunlight as they were pushed by the light air.

* * *

Beneath the high icebergs that overlap the faint clouds and heads.

The Chigeukbuma tilts his head slightly on top of a low hill.

Was it because he was born with a dreamlike physique? The appearance of a peerless young man created a seductive temperament even with his insignificant gestures.

“What do you think that is, Your Majesty?”

“The Circle of Cheongyeon. It’s like what King Yelu did to Yuan Yingxin of the Southern Qi.”

“So, the question is, why did the Southern martial artists become alert as soon as that happened? If Yeom Jeong-gun had pushed back just a little more, they would have been easily annihilated.”

“Are you asking me to think through your questions for you?”

The question of the King of Chigeuk, who answered without even looking back at the horse behind her. She was standing transparently with only cotton floating around.

“No. I apologize for my rash words and actions. I should find out.”

It was an apology as smooth as flowing water. Chigeukbuma turned his gaze again.

A sight that immediately catches his eyes, as beautiful as obsidian.

Kugugugugugugu!

The yellow dust billows ceaselessly with the sound of horse hooves. Hundreds of giant men-horses swirl around the enemy.

Within it, faint, pure white currents occasionally burst out like firecrackers. They were the light sword waves caused by the light sword squad and public order under the Shingeomdan.

Jejeong! Jejeong!

Chigeukbuma spoke respectfully while facing the waves of powerful energies.

“I can see the people surrounded inside, even if it’s faintly. They are the Southern Powers. For some reason, their spirits have been revived, and they are pushing back His Majesty the King’s forces alone. To be honest, I can’t believe it even when I look at them… I think it’s time for me to step forward or for our King to intervene. I wonder what the other noble Northern Kings will think… .”

Words and actions that seem to be talking to superiors who are not present.

Regardless of the heavy waves of wind that were rising from the front and back, the young man in the dreamy outfit was very calm.

Behind him, faint cries of shock erupted. Likewise, the southern martial artists were blocked by the Chigeuk Army riding large war horses.

That is, the King of Chigeuk and the King of Chigeuk were in the exact center of the battlefield under the iceberg.

“It’s Whisky! I’ve only heard of it…!”

“The sound transmission space created by the god of death? Was it something that actually existed?”

“The King of the North, could those monsters be gathering here…?”

The five tiger-cutting sword, the Hwepungmugungseonbeop, the Changgungmuaigeombeop, the 180-hand Ungashinkwon… The famous swordsmen who were each pulling out their own secret techniques stopped in their tracks.

They are the masters of a prestigious school. Naturally, they can fight against the martial arts army.

But the Northern King was different.

The space where the whirlwind that was only rumored was cast. The feeling of stepping into a place where natural disasters could strike at any time is bound to be eerie even to famous martial artists.

“… We also need a leader. But right now, we don’t have anyone, so Nobu should be the center.”

An old swordsman wearing blue silk robes was struck.

Namgung Muhak, the commander of the Changgeom Army.

He is a martial arts aristocrat who ruled Namjikrye, and has been wandering in search of great achievements since his family was trampled by Gunma Nokrim.

Now, he was the sole successor of the Emperor Sword Form in the world. Naturally, his every word and action had to carry weight.

Of course, Namgung Muhak’s true purpose was to maintain his position as the ‘Leader of Martial Arts’ even after he left this world. There was no one who did not know his intentions.

The acting head of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Qing’er, reluctantly nodded.

“There is no other way. If it is the knowledge of the Elder Namgung, he will be able to use the examinations of other sects and families appropriately…”

At that moment, Chigeukbuma smiled gently and stopped talking. He didn’t even look back at the southern martial artists.

“The Chigeuk Army should not be killed hastily. They come from the most prosperous land. Their dreams will also be rich, so if I stay in their upper temple, I will achieve great success.”

His gaze was still focused forward.

Sarak-

The slender upper body slowly swayed back and forth. Following the gesture, a vague afterimage like the flapping of a moth’s wings continued.

It was a precursor to the activation of the nerves.

He left the southern martial artists behind him completely to Chigeukgun. For now, he seemed to be trying to join the Yeomjeonggun side, which was gradually being pushed back before his eyes.

at that time.

[Get out of the way.]

Suddenly, the ground in front of the Chigeukbuma caved in, and with a loud noise, it sank into a hemispherical shape. It was accompanied by a buzzing sound.

Someone had landed from the sky so high above.

Hwaaaaaaaah!

The aftershock blew fiercely.

There was a figure slowly rising from the sunken ground.

Chigeukbuma looked down blankly, having let go of his backpack, and then met Inyoung’s eyes.

“…ah.”

A strange exclamation escaped Chigeukbuma’s mouth. At the same time, his eyes gently widened.

“Your Majesty the King of Yal. It is nice to see you again.”

[Who are you?]

“hmm…?”

The smile on Chigeukbu’s eyes disappeared as smoothly as white porcelain. He spoke to the Northern King Yelu, who was standing blankly in the dust.

“I am the lord of Chigeukgun. Here, King Chigeuk… .”

[I’m sick of the sound of the taunts now. Get rid of the horsemen.]

Chigeukwang, who was standing next to him, did not react to the absurd words. It was Chigeukbuma who continued to respond.

“I am sorry to say this, but before I pay my respects to Your Majesty, I have a question. What right do you have to interfere with the operation of our military forces?”

The tone of voice was soft and pleasant to hear. However, there was a certain questioning hidden within it.

[Yalyu Army and Chigeuk Army. Didn’t they say they were mutually non-aggressive?]

King Yul-yul babbled irrelevant words from inside the hole he had created himself. Naturally, Chi-geuk-bu-ma’s answer was set in stone.

“We are fighting against foreign powers. Are there any other problems…?”

For a moment an eerie silence fell.

It was at that time that the north wind that had been blowing with light snowfall became stronger. The pure white floor shook under the feet of many people.

“Choose your words carefully. Our King Chigeuk has opened the Whipoongnyeong Pass. Any sound that occurs here will echo throughout the lands of the Demon Realm. It is said that the former Northern Kings of Whipoongnyeong are listening.”

Chigeukbuma spread out both arms exaggeratedly, then raised his eyebrows.

“Hmm…? What are you standing on right now? It looks like a corpse. Whose corpse is it…?”

Saaaaa―

The dust that had been swirling around King Yelü was gradually dispersing into a transparent cloud.

The water droplets that had gathered under the silver mask and were dripping down, as well as the lips that were slowly starting to move, were clearly visible.

Chigeukbuma reacted immediately.

“Listen! The most suspicious North King in this magical realm is here to explain!”

A laughing voice descended into the pit.

Wheeeeeek!

As if on cue, someone’s rough whistle rang out from afar.

First, a sound technique that attracts the attention of enemies. It is also a sound technique that Yeon So-ha, a member of the Shingeomdan Shingeomdae, is said to have learned from the leader of the Shingeomdan, Yong Hee-myeong.

Chiiik―

The tears of the King of Yul flowed down his skin and disappeared in a flash. Soon after, his silver mask crackled and crumbled along with the moisture.

[I.]

He continued speaking slowly.

[It’s the new sword.]

It was late winter.

A purple robe, soaked in the early sunset from the sky like paint, wrapped around his body, and a pure white divine sword was stuck outside the pit like a flag.