Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 578

Blind Fire (2)

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A cold silence flowed.

Far below the high snow-capped mountains, many things were at a standstill.

The intense movements on horseback and on the ground, the long, flowing breath of internal energy, the energy waves leisurely flowing through the winter wind, the footwork vibrating strongly from the spears and swords, the trotting of the war horses spreading their thin breath…

They stop one by one.

On the other hand, there is only one thing that is becoming clearer little by little. The sound of the wind carrying the white sleet hitting the snow floor.

Phew—

As people became quieter, winter grew deeper.

Time seemed to have frozen.

The battlefield, divided into three clusters, was all like that.

The Chigeuk Army stands in a line like a general, facing the masters of the famous southern school.

On the other side, there was a fierce battle between the cavalry of the Yeomjeong Army and some of the warriors under the Shingeomdan.

Meanwhile, in the very center, there was a huge pit created by Jeongyeonshin.

“What was that just now? That sound coming from inside that pit….”

“quietly.”

The murmurings of the southern martial artists died down as they rose. The confrontation between Chigeukgun and them was a fragile situation that would soon break apart.

The Northern King, Yelü, is the one who brought a storm to the stagnant Demon Realm after the disappearance of the Tusin. He was also personally promoted by the Northern Tao to the rank of Pa-gun among the Six Heavenly Star Commanders.

The words spoken by a person with such great influence in the northern world: I am the Lord of the New Sword.

Something unrealistic happened.

It was an incident whose ramifications could be unknown for the future situation in the North.

at that time.

WHWHWWWWWW!

The direction from which the rough whistle had blown earlier.

A single flag flew in a large arc. It was thrown by someone who had not properly judged the distance or the target, and the flagpole ended up stuck roughly outside the hole.

Somewhere, the bewildered voice of a young man exclaimed, “Oh my!”

But the flag that flowed down with the sunset was not made hastily. Neither was the text written on it.

The Divine Sword Corps, the Divine Sword Team.

The southern martial artists moved their lips but couldn’t say anything. Most of them had faces filled with distrust. The words center and leader had long since died down, as if they were lies.

Soon, soft footsteps were heard from inside the pit.

Damn it.

Inyoung walking up silently.

A power that seemed to slow down time spread from his footsteps, and he appeared among the gazes of many strong men.

slowly.

“… … .”

The straight forehead came first. There were thick and elegant eyebrows that didn’t look like they had been specially trimmed, and there were also reddish, bloodshot, dreamy eyes.

The bridge of his nose, which reflected the sunlight perfectly and evenly, looked like a dazzling sword.

This is the face of a young man who calls himself the new sword master.

Some of the southern martial artists standing beyond Chigeukgun gasped in frustration.

Even as countless eyes were focused on him, a strange sound continued to pierce the silence. It was right behind the young man.

Something was being dragged across the ground as he walked.

Could that be the reason?

The inside of the purple robe the young man was wearing was covered in bruises, as if all his muscles and blood vessels had burst, but it didn’t attract much attention. This was also because the purple outer layer of the robe was so gorgeous and smooth.

Damn it.

A young man with a peerless appearance who had stepped out of the pit suddenly fell down in his hands. Of course, the snow floor was crushed in an ugly manner.

A portrait of a person placed at his feet like a trophy.

She is a woman of great beauty who matches the appearance of the young man. At this moment, just like the young man’s nape and palms, which were soaked in bright red blood, her high nose and the skin on her face were also covered in blood.

The long hair, which looked like it was covered in ash, contrasted with the young man’s pitch-black hair.

A being revered by the northern powers.

An absolute powerhouse who stole the treasures of the Forbidden City and gave them to the North.

“What…!”

The face of Chigeukbu-ma, who had been staring blankly down at the ‘Shin Geum Dan-ju’ coming up, stiffened for the second time. The first time, of course, was when the young man put the Shin Geum Dan-ju in his mouth himself.

But Chigeukbuma only revealed his feelings after seeing the woman’s face.

“Your Majesty… Your Majesty… … ?”

It was different from when I was dealing with King Chigeuk.

If it was natural, it was natural. The king of the northern dreamland. Although Chigeukbu-ma serves Chigeuk-wang as a monarch and subject, to him who was born with the dreamland, a woman is literally the king of the clan. He couldn’t help but be different from others.

Is he really dead?

The best fighter in the world.

The fastest being in the world. The one who can reach the side of the god without any troops under his command.

Once you turn around, no one can catch you.

The blow also reaches the six constellations.

In fact, there were times when, without even a single special move, the strong men who blocked their paths fought each other. With a body that had become pale as in a dream.

“How….”

This was the reason why Chigeukbu-ma was now expressing serious doubts to King Yelul, whose mask had disappeared.

“How could you… … !”

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Jeong Yeon-shin, who had climbed out of the pit, stared blankly down at the water. He could not hear any other sounds. No matter what anyone was saying around him.

“… … .”

A dead and broken Shinto.

There is no breathing.

The eye sockets beneath the smooth bridge of the nose sparkled only in the sunlight. Without being dug into by the deep exhalation characteristic of a peerless master.

But Jeong Yeon-shin did not see her as a corpse. The sight of her body being regenerated by the life-saving herb over and over again while falling from the top of the iceberg to here was vivid in his mind.

He was different from other masters.

How is it possible to cast Gongwolmu multiple times?

Because her moon dance really had the ability to rewind time.

It felt like a nerve that literally ran through the past. It felt like the spirituality of the upper body was being squeezed to the limit, and the physical body and energy were constantly being restored.

Monster. A monster with incredible strength. Whatever it was said was correct.

In that brief moment alone, hundreds of herbivores engaged in close combat.

It was more difficult to face Shintu in a one-on-one life-or-death fight with him with the intention of ending it somehow than to simply endure the combined attacks of Moongok and Shintu.

Her heart was pierced. Her head was also smashed. However, her spirit remained and she activated the Gongwolmu again. Just like the Blood Flame Cult Leader of some time ago, she was constantly revived and reached the present.

Jeongyeon Shin went through such a suffocating time with a face streaked with tears.

Knock, knock… .

Blood flows down the hair covering Shintu’s cheek. Likewise, bright red drops fall from Jeongyeonshin’s fingertips.

One side of the purple sleeve had absorbed the blood that had burst out of the owner’s body and turned black. It was as if it had been burned black.

Jeongyeonshin spoke to Shintu’s corpse.

[You make me very anxious. What about me? How much pressure do I put on you?]

A low, humming voice. He asked because he really didn’t know. It was a question to hear Shinto’s answer, and also a question to the northern strongman.

Jeongyeonshin is willing to kill until she dies, but she cannot keep doing the same thing over and over again. Even at this moment, her comrades in the Shingeomdan are engaged in a fierce battle.

There was an answer.

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

It is an echo from a corpse with one side of the brain and heart blown away. The best in the world. In terms of transcendence of the mind, he is a being greater than the Iphwangseongju and the Tushin. He was literally a transcendent being.

The demon king Chigeukbu-ma responded to her thoughts.

“also…!”

But the happiness on his face was short-lived.

What moved with Gongwolmu was not the Shintu, but the snow beneath her.

Unlike Jeong Yeon-shin, who was stepping on her head with her shadowy eyes at that moment, ‘Kwon Mong-yun-hoe’ transported the book in his arms to a certain point in the past.

The secret weapon of the sword torn in half.

To a certain point in the sky that I passed while running with Jeongyeonshin.

It was even behind the iceberg. Right where the giant Moon Valley Army and the once-alone Taeyeonryong were facing off. The last Shintu’s Gongwolmu that was activated was no different from the other-shaped void.

The last one is correct.

Because her power of reincarnation cannot be activated again without restoring her master.

Fuzz.

Finally, Shinto’s body stretched out. All of her strength, including her spirituality, internal energy, and muscles, was released. The pure white snow fell along the lines of her body, crumbling down.

-How much pressure do I put on you?

That appearance was also the answer to Jeong Yeon-shin’s question. He had given up the fight.

Even if the body and energy return to their original state through Gongwolmu, the spirituality of the upper body cannot be restored.

Shinto is completely dead.

Protect what is more important than your own life.

At that moment, Jeongyeonshin thought of the great master Yunsohyun. Then she slowly put her foot down from Shintu’s head.

“Ah, ahh… … .”

The devil opens and closes his mouth repeatedly, letting out a soft sigh.

Anyone who knows the power of such a peerless master would have been able to read between the lines of what just happened.

Soon he was smiling as if he had mastered the art of changing the mask on his face.

“Who won? That is the most important question in this land. This is a place where the strong reign as king. You are still the great king of the north.”

The color of the young man’s pure white teeth was different from the white snow that covered Shintu’s body at that moment.

It was just as white as honey, to match the sweet words. It was a different feeling from Mama Gwangmyeoldo’s way of life, and it wasn’t very pleasant.

Damn it.

Jeongyeonshin turned away without responding to whatever Chigeukbu-ma was talking about. Even King Chigeuk, who was just staring at them, turned away.

I have no energy left.

From now on, I should just focus on what I have to do. If someone from the Shingeomdan wanted to cut down someone like Chigeukbu-ma during that process, I had no intention of stopping them.

“lender…!”

Meanwhile, Jegal Qing’er, who was about to shout something at him from afar, stopped.

Jeongyeonshin’s gaze was directed to the warriors of the main body who were entangled with the war horses.

‘Gwanggeomdae, public order.’

Forty-three living, breathing people.

At first glance, it looked like a battle between three hundred horsemen and a hundred-strong enemy force. It was an absurd battle.

In that moment, Chigeukbuma’s shout shook the battlefield.

“Stop now! Let’s talk first!”

No one followed his words. It would be fortunate if they even hesitated.

The declaration of Jeong Yeon-shin as the new sword master brought about a brief lull, but the Yeom Jeong-gun and the armed forces under the new sword master clashed again, spewing out reckless murderous intent.

Two people stood out in the center of the battlefield.

Jeez! Kwaaaaang!

The new types are dimly lit and constantly clash with each other, separate from the manifestation of Jeongyeonshin.

Among them, the giant holding a long sword was riding a large war horse, and the best part was the spear strikes he made from high above while turning his horse’s head this way and that.

Each time, the bottom of the eye would slam down and sink deep, revealing the yellow-brown flesh.

Lord Salt.

As the great warrior of the Yukwonseonggun Yeomjeong, he must be a master of cavalry and long-range weapons.

He even displayed martial arts similar to the Gongwolmu shown by the chief of Gunma Nokrim at one point.

A form of becoming more powerful by wrapping one’s body around the sound waves emitted from the hooves of surrounding war horses.

Krrrr!

Although it didn’t show as much utility as the general’s Gongwolmu, the heavy sound of the bell was definitely threatening.

That too must be a divine power of the North.

Even Jeongyeonshin would have a hard time dealing with him in her current physical condition. At least, without other skills.

But there was no need to recall such skills.

Because the new sword master was someone who didn’t need to draw his sword unless he was the leader of the enemy side, like the best in the world.

Tsk tsk tsk tsk!

A woman who can block all of the giant spear strikes of the Yeomjeong Monarch. She can freely use the sword’s flower-grafting technique, accumulation, emission, and chain formation.

It was a playful impression.

Even though he is clearly teetering between life and death, the corners of his mouth go up slightly.

What was also impressive was the hair tied up in a single strand, which seemed to have never been undone on the battlefield.

She is the leader of the Shingeomdan Gwanggeomdae (洸劍隊).

The character for angry light is 感光. It means angry sword.

The Great Sword Master, Hao Yanxian.

Jeongyeonshin is a person who has only been seen as a dragon. It is said that he assisted Mayeonjeok until he collided with the Thirteen Thousand Mansangsurochae.

But now it was Jeongyeonshin’s black sword.

The order to issue a public order has not yet arrived. Jeong Yeon-shin relayed the message to Hak So-seon.

-Are you hungry?

There was no answer in return.

That was the answer.

Phew!

Jeong Yeon-shin narrowed the Namhwagwang Taegeuk that had spread out wide nearby. The blue-tinged circle of light crossed the white ground in an instant, and soon the blue Taegeuk surrounded only Yeom Jeong-gun.

It goes without saying that the density of skills has increased.

“… … !”

At that moment, expressions of surprise spread everywhere.

Woof woof woof!

The white air that flowed out like mist from the sword of the Hakso Line glowed, and her sword strike drew a circle within the thickening Namhwagwangtaegeuk as if it were a surprise attack.

It’s so absurdly fast that it actually feels slow to write.

Towards the neck of the salt king and the head of the horse.

In that sword, the twelve polarities of the things that Jeongyeonshin had created during his White Era were contained.

The overlapping of true energy of the Shigeukgyeong (始克經), the Chukmajyeong (稸磨勁) that releases all the accumulated power of the qi through fierce combat, the Gwanghwageomryu (光華劍流) that encompasses all the techniques like waves of light, the Shihwamugeukkwon Jinbyeok (進霹) that uses a powerful grip on the sword handle… … .

It feels like it’s hitting all kinds of enemies with just one blow.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Following her sword stroke that drew a semicircle, two heads appeared. Later, a line of blood was engraved on the necks of the Yeomjeong Lord and the war horse.

Heads rolling on the snow floor.

Only then did the fighting stop one by one. Since they were only skilled fighters with sensitive senses, their reactions were quick.

Sarak-

The scholar-sun did not stop her swordsmanship and spun around towards Jeongyeonshin like a painting. Her black sleeves were fluttering thinly like the corners of a madman’s mouth.

“A practitioner of one vein.”

The movements of the Gwanggeomdaeju Hakso-seon stopped as he knelt on one knee at Jeongyeonshin’s feet.

“I respectfully greet the Great Master.”

She concluded her speech.

“… … .”

All that remained was silence.

Only the sound of the cold wind was loud. At the same time, the sensation of ice dancing on each of their blood-soaked skins.

The Great Sword Master raised his head slightly and asked.

“I ask you, sir. What will you do?”

Just as Jeong Yeon-shin called herself a single person, she also did not necessarily use the word ‘proxy’.

Jeongyeonshin was silent for a moment.

Someone is waiting for the door without hesitation. It is a first in the North.

-What would you like to do?

Was it because the sadness was still deep? The question from the Great Sword Master, Hakso-seon, seemed to echo in his ears. He slowly opened his lips.

“Everything.”