Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 624

Hongcheon (5)

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The atmosphere becomes translucent and billowy.

The smoke that had been vaguely spread like a ghost’s bedding was slowly disappearing.

It was as if a tidal wave had risen in the air. For a moment, a vibration of power as hot as hell appeared, dyeing the room and disappearing.

“… … .”

Nothing moved in the remaining space. Only a faint north wind still lingered nearby.

As the smoke cleared, the heterogeneous space disappeared as if it were a lie.

The bushes, the caves, the tiny figures that were moving ceaselessly disappeared without a trace as if they were someone’s dream.

Phew!

It is suddenly revealed in the thick north wind.

A land that was once the imperial palace of a nation just a few hours ago.

On one side, a pit with an indeterminate end gaped open like a dragon’s throat. It was a dark and hollow sight even though the bright sunlight was pouring in. It was a pitch-black cave.

The six constellations of Yuk Won-seong have disappeared.

The transcendental nature of the ‘Heuljudaegaebyeok’ and the Gongwolmu she had unleashed was no longer felt. The aerodynamic waves and even her presence had disappeared.

It was swallowed up by the sword wind and even struck down to a place that Gongwolmu’s territory could not reach.

It was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

He will not return. Even if he is a transcendent being who was compared to the Ming Dynasty’s Heavenly Sword.

It is certainly surprising, but it also feels natural. Yonggeom Mang-hyang. Because he poured out his transcendent power with a pressure that no competent steelmaker could overcome.

‘A sky moon that cannot be destroyed… .’

Few people would want to compete with something like that.

Jeong Yeon-shin calmly touched the hilt of the sword stuck in her side. A very cool sensation enveloped her hand.

It felt like a bamboo cot (a bamboo cradle that you hug and sleep in on a summer night), not just a piece of metal.

At that moment, a figure of a person broke through the cloudy fog and landed in the air.

Jeokbuk-

“Whew, I’m going to die.”

It was beyond the ivory altar. Yong Huimyeong wiped the sweat from his temples with the back of his hand.

It was a sight that Jeongyeonshin had never seen before, and considering that he had defeated Cheonha Ohgeom while he was incapable of fighting, it was an absurdly relaxed sight.

It’s a monstrous force.

But the previous master of the sword pretended to groan.

“I’ve done it all. This is it.”

It didn’t seem like a joke. It was also true that he had done his part. In this battlefield of Kyungcheon-dongji, he had tied up three peerless masters, including Yuk Won-seong-gun, and then defeated Yeom Jeong.

Salty.

A being with the transcendent innate energy unique to a peerless master mixed with the life force of a demon tribe. He extinguished the presence of an impossible-to-kill being like a candle.

Something that could be done because of Yonghee’s name.

Jeongyeonshin quickly assessed her senior’s condition, which seemed like he would soon be washing his face with gold powder.

‘The backlash from the casting of the life-saving remedy is….’

Weakening of the sophistication of the beginner, dulling of the sense of battle, slowing of the reaction speed of the upper-level god, and loss of divine techniques that require enormous spirituality.

The upper abdomen and back are mainly the problem.

But since it is Yongheemyeong, it is not completely useless.

A monster that could compete with Yang Guifei Zangi for the highest energy output. Even though it hasn’t mastered the movement skills much, it has a body stronger than Taeyeonryong.

In other words, the energy and spirit were immense.

So much so that Jeongyeonshin had no choice but to ask for assistance in battle.

-Now I’m in front and you’re behind.

―You’re trying to eat my spine. How did you know that my bones are so powerful?

It was when a calm voice was passing between the new sword masters.

Phew!

A transcendently powerful aura emanated from beneath Jeong Yeon-shin’s feet. It was not the Dharma King he was stepping on. It was the power of attraction that seemed to suck everything in, the power of the Heavenly Sword Armor that Nam-je possessed.

Saaaaa―

A pitch-black fog swept across the ground, and the body of the Southern Emperor, who had switched places with the Dharma King, rose like a stone pagoda. The series of movements were inhuman.

Jeongyeonshin tried to press down on the ground, but Namje suddenly slid to the right like a ghost. He had shifted the suction power of the evil spirit to the side.

[New Sword Master.]

The male emperor, standing tall, looked down at Jeongyeonsin and spoke. At the same time, a faint light appeared from the shoulder of the Dharma King who had moved to the rear.

The point where the Emperor Noban is holding the severed arm of the King.

[Great remnants of a bygone era.]

It is the idea of the Southern Emperor.

In an instant, the acupuncture points, veins, and bones were interlocked with a cracking sound. At the same time, the Dharma King let out a scream as if he had come out of the scorching hell.

“Whoaaaa!”

This is the skill that Jeongyeonshin saw in Hangzhou. It is a magic technique with the power of regeneration. The caster is clearly Namje, and it was similar to when Amcheonje cured Cheongeukmunju’s external wound.

Yes, he is the best in the north.

The reason why the Dharma King was always a shield, considering his subordinates as comrades. If the Southern Emperor is intact, the Black Sword can rise again at any time. The fight is never ending.

‘That can’t be.’

Take a step.

He did not fully allow the rebirth of Cheon Geuk Mun Ju even in Hangzhou. The blind swordsman in the hat faced Jeong Yeon Shin and Yul Ha Nan Lang while holding the traces of Go Geum Jin In’s ten-brocade brocade.

Swish.

In the blink of an eye, Jeongyeonshin, who was infinitely closer to the best in the world, lifted her leather shoes and in a moment, passed the southern emperor and stood in front of the king’s arms.

“… … !”

In the face of the overwhelming wind pressure, the outstretched fist bursts the arm that was about to be restored. It was like exploding a lump of dirt in a swamp.

Kururururung!

The frozen time returns to its original state, and blood and bone fragments swirl around the Dharma King’s eyes, which have grown so large that they look like they will burst.

Pure white sunlight and bloody pieces of flesh are tangled here and there in the old palace grounds.

At the same time, the feather of the old man, which was covered in a faint starlight like a sword, struck Jeongyeonshin’s side as if it was going to cut it.

Oh my god!

It goes over the ivory altar and lands within reach of Yongheemyeong. Of course, the hazy sword energy wave that follows the trajectory it bounces off of ripples like the ridges of the Mongolian steppe.

Could this be considered as befitting of the last emperor of the fallen Yuan Dynasty?

It was truly a powerful sword strike. At this moment, the hem of Jeongyeonshin’s clothes was rippling violently in a halo of light.

Sling.

Yong Huimyeong pulled out the Ipsin Sword from Jeong Yeonshin’s waist and asked casually.

“What is it like to live wearing such a self-defense weapon? It feels like you have an extra life.”

“Ask those authors.”

Jeong Yeon-shin answered while restoring the internal defense wall on his side with the Neungbeop Gwangryungi. For a moment, the force that was crushing his internal organs shook inside his stomach. Even the internal secondary technique was included in that short sword strike.

[It’s annoying footwork.]

The will of the Southern Emperor resonates.

He was now standing between the King of the Law and Emperor Noban, and the formation was divided into three kings of the North and two divine sword masters.

[I was very sorry when I failed to make that beggar my people and instead caused him to fall. It was not enough to take away the leg of the greatest obstacle to the great undertaking.]

“Yeongrak? Still in good spirits.”

Jeong Yeon-shin responded calmly.

Although the battle had not even been half a day, it felt like it had been going on for a long time.

However, the enemies that had supported the country were reduced one by one, and now it has reached the present. The words that Namje is spitting out now as the incantation of the Sulbeopmu Gong were likely to be the last of a long story.

[This land does not support those who have lost their legs. Those who fall behind will only return to the manure. Just as that beggar was of great use to you by teaching you the secrets.]

Woooo …

[Let’s finish this. My army will arrive soon.]

As his story continues, the air around him becomes increasingly tense.

The pressure blocked everything in all directions. The floor burst apart, layer by layer. At the same time, the cave that Yong Hee-myeong had created also responded with a resonating hum.

That moment.

Saaaaa―

Dark clouds descend on the ruins of the palace, now devastated by a fierce battle. It seemed as if black ash had spread around the area.

An unknown aerodynamic cloud that even Jeongyeonshin has never experienced before.

In the midst of the enormous pressure that was gradually crushing even Jin Yeo-hui Seong-cheon, the only ones who were left unharmed were Jeong Yeon-shin and Yong Hee-myeong, who had quietly followed behind him using him as a shield.

However, it was not only the Southern Empire that prepared for the decisive battle.

“… The fall of a country is bound to come against such strong resistance. If we break them, the Ming Dynasty will also end. Just as I lost many swords to the young Iphwangseongju and the old Jang Sambong.”

Before he knew it, all the feathers on Noh Bancheonja’s hat had been plucked out and were circling nearby, and oppressive, rumbling waves were spreading out from the hearts of the two divine sword masters.

Except for Yong Hee-myeong, the power of the gods of the upper chamber was greatly inflated. For some reason, only No Ban-cheon-ja’s voice was not an echo, but a live voice.

[Six-armed Avalokitesvara…]

In the midst of this, the strange dislike of the Pope was faintly mixed in.

The five transcendent beings took a few breaths apart as if they were waiting for each other’s utmost power to fully charge. Even until the moment when a blue light suddenly drew a circle on the dark floor.

Knock, knock―

The masters were like this.

At the end of the fight, he doesn’t mess with his opponent’s martial arts. He believes in the life he has built up so far and stakes everything on its perfection.

He was confident that he could win if his skills were fully developed. In other words, he was a peerless expert.

Of course, he is at ease even in the gap between life and death.

[The King of Chigeuk left like a flash without even being able to hold a funeral. And this place is also a funeral of light… Just as Yeomjeong was ruined, our retreat will also be ruined. I remember the humiliation I suffered.]

[No follow-up? Well. In the judgment of this fallen emperor, the Northern Qi is not yet the true best in the world. It is impossible for any kind of ‘best in the world’ to be completed in such a short period of time. The Gaepoju was not in perfect condition whenever it met the Northern Qi, and after its downfall, it must have conveyed its wisdom through word of mouth and talisman.]

Woof!

The old monk passed on his thoughts to the king of the law amidst the star-spangled feathers. He did so by deepening the brilliance of each and every feather.

[There are those who shed their shells when they witness inspiration directly. In my experience, this includes Jang Sam-bong, Ip Hwang-seong-ju, the god of fighting, and the Northern Emperor. However, when it comes to Kwai, the Northern Emperor was not granted such an opportunity. Thanks to the tricks of the Southern Emperor, who had already brought down the best Kwai in the world, it may be possible to retreat.]

Most Gongwolmu take this long to master. But they weren’t the only ones who perfected their skills as their breathing lengthened.

At that time, at Jeongyeonshin’s feet, the originally soft Namhwagwang Taegeuk was glowing brightly.

ha-

His white breath resonated like a mountain peak. Breath mixed with resonance. Of course, it was a sign of the Gongwolmu.

Namje’s calm thoughts continued.

[This is a life-saving measure that has been analyzed on a national scale. You have spread it too much. Just like the three-year-old Ma Yeon-jeok.]

It was a story that meant a lot.

The deeply insightful Gongwolmu is difficult to use as a life-saving tool. This is because it is difficult to create variables in a fight between peerless masters. This was the same even for the world’s greatest warriors.

“… … .”

Jeong Yeon-shin silently raised the Starry Night and stretched it out to her feet. The sword blade fell like a blue flame, and soon it swayed as if it was mixing with the blue light of the Namhwagwang Taegeuk.

It wasn’t a public offering.

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It was when a soft blue light leaked out like fog from the empty lot that used to be the Black Palace.

The Blood King, a handsome man with white hair flowing down his back, was silently observing the battlefield. He had originally intended to rush in, but he was faced with an untimely crossroads.

A river that surrounds the back of the large city of Heukdo.

It is a tributary of the Heilongjiang (Amur River), which is one of the widest and longest rivers in the world.

A large army was charging from the ridge beyond. It must have been at least thirty thousand men. It was a force of martial arts so powerful that all the soldiers looked like clouds.

Kugugugugugugu―

‘That’s an abyss.’

The moment you are sucked in, even the most skilled of warriors will die in an eternity. Only someone like a suicide or a holy man will be able to break through.

Even the army of the demon tribes.

A few of the most skilled warriors cannot drive them out with overwhelming force. This is because no tribe feels fear. This means that the army cannot hope to disintegrate on its own.

The Blood King slowly opened his mouth.

“That kid….”

A woman looking down at them from one side of a distant ridge. The hem of her faded black robe and her long, jet-black hair fluttered. Her body seemed to have a hint of red.

Was he on guard from the beginning against a force that would threaten disaster?

It is bound to attract attention in many ways.

But the feeling the Blood King was receiving was more than that. His gaze did not leave.

Meanwhile, the windbreaker standing next to him was looking somewhere else. The river flowing leisurely behind the black island. The two figures exploding all sorts of shockwaves like a disaster on the greenish water.

“There is someone who can push Cheonhabukdo to that extent… He is so young. Who on earth is he?”

The muttering of the wind and waves. This is the reason why the two northern kings’ forces, who were brought to the Northern Qi, stopped for a moment.

Which side should I support? At this moment, intelligence has come in that even the Yukwonseonggun Mugok has gone on an expedition to help the northern provinces.

If you choose an order that doesn’t make sense, the flow of the battle can become very messy.

Of course, we must also keep in mind the possibility of a comeback. The Southern Qi’s peerless masters are all veteran generals who are skilled at retreating.

That was when.

Suddenly, an old, worn-out figure stirred beneath the cliff they had stepped on. It was an old beggar that no one had ever paid attention to.

The Blood King’s Family and the Wind Curtain’s masters each felt, through their own senses, that the old man had lost both of his legs.

“That guy.”

With a groan, a dry cough flows out, and the old monologue flows out. Right up to the river where the North Sea is causing a huge tsunami.

“Is this really the guy I know…?”

If you go down the steep path where the beggars are, you will reach a flat area, and if you cross that wilderness, you will reach Heukdo. And behind the place where Heukdo Palace used to be, there is a leisurely flowing river.

In other words, the cliff they stand on is the starting line just before intervening in the battlefield. It is the point that no great power in the world dares to cross.

Woof woof woof woof!

In an instant, a swarm of air rose up. It was from the lower body of the old beggar, whose legs had been bare.

For a moment, the flow of energy spun around like it was drunk and took the shape of a bridge.

This is the use of true energy that is only permitted to the highest level of the Jeongpa, the Great Master Beomheo, or the Northern Way of the World. It is literally a divine technique.

If someone else were to imitate it, it would be a huge burden on all the acupoints in the body, and it would be difficult to cast it for even a few breaths.

The Blood King and the Wind Lord didn’t even have time to react.

The next moment, all they could sense was the afterimage left by the beggar.

There was no loud noise.

Suddenly, only a straight line of light existed across the vast battlefield.

“… … !”

The world’s best speedrunner ran through the wilderness.