Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 87

Battle for the throne (6)

“······.”

Jeong Yeon-shin, wearing a pureblood robe and a demon mask, walked slowly.

At this moment, he had to act as one of the most prominent figures in the Blood Flame Sect. I heard from Chilsa-do.

The pureblood cannon is a treasure bestowed upon the apostles.

‘My martial arts are not yet as good as that of the apostles. I guess I’ll have to act like Go Jong-hak.’

The Blood Flame Sect also had nobles. Families as old as the sect naturally formed vested interests.

The son of Samsado was also like that. Go Jong-hak. He was the one who constantly kept Jeong Yeon-shin in check in the main group.

He died after forcing a boy who had not even learned martial arts to suck his energy. I remember breaking his neck.

Jeongyeonshin decided to impersonate him.

Damn it.

Walk with a leisurely gait and keep your upper body straight.

He showed his demeanor as if he was lording over the world. He was giving a hint to himself.

Outside the main temple, there is no one more noble than you. They are all worthless filthy savages.

He approached Namgung Mi, who was sitting at the head of the table, without hesitation. He checked her status without making it obvious.

“hmm······.”

“It doesn’t seem like you have an ordinary status······”

The guests who claimed to be Jeongpa Ganghoin couldn’t move. They did so even though they knew it was the Blood Flame Cult.

I was overwhelmed by Jeongyeonshin’s behavior and energy.

It was a prayer that there were not many opponents in the local martial arts world. He was using the Mara Hong Blood Attack at the level of the blue realm of Ip Hwang Seong.

They cast their eyes down. The Hyeonsamun are people who have been silent for a long time in the Sapha.

It wasn’t the appearance of shouting indignantly at Namgung Mi’s words. It was as if there was no one who could show his spirit in front of Jeong Yeon-shin.

Namgung Se-ga was different.

“A bloodthirsty bastard is here?”

“Are you even a blood relative of the apostles?”

As the Namgung Se-ga’s warriors stood up and were about to draw their swords, Namgung Mi smiled strangely and slightly raised her hand.

Fingers as smooth and white as silk stopped them.

“I like the color of the flesh.”

Jeong Yeon-shin said. He still had his true energy in the Yeomcheon (廉天) acupoint on the back of his neck.

A strange voice came out with a deep resonance, accompanied by a deliberately cracking sound.

I arrived at a leisurely pace. It was in the diagonal direction to the left of Namgung Mi.

Swish.

He picked up the peach flesh. Rather than fighting blindly, he wanted to distance himself from the Blood Flame Cult he was pretending to be.

Even if the energy is different, the physique cannot be changed. I had to make sure not to think of the Ip Hwang Seong island.

‘Words and actions that are out of touch with me.’

For the first time in her life, Jeongyeonshin wanted to provoke others. She didn’t feel confident. Could she do it well?

“It’s a waste of fruit to throw it away to these scumbags.”

He raised his tone slightly, trying to sound arrogant. It suits him.

It felt more comfortable than I thought, but I also felt a bit strange.

“······.”

No one raised their head except for the masters of the Namgung family. It seemed to have surprisingly worked.

I don’t know how I will look when I use the Mara Hong Blood Attack while wearing the precious pure blood robe and demon mask.

In their eyes, I appear as a complete noble of the Blood Flame Cult.

At that moment, Namgung Mi licked her lips.

“I was going to pick it up. That white fruit, doesn’t it suit me?”

I slowly crossed my legs. Our eyes met with a faint smile.

Her speech flowed smoothly.

“You bloodthirsty bastards are acting like noble members of a clan in front of me. Do you feel inferior to your family? You don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“Your tongue is long.”

“what?”

“The hair that will fall off soon makes your mouth move a lot.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke leisurely with a demon mask on.

And moved his hand.

He threw the peach he was holding onto Namgung Mi’s nape. He didn’t pay any attention to the gasps of relief heard around him.

She stood up without avoiding the blow. The fallen flesh was gently trampled by her fine leather shoes.

“I guess you heard the rumor and came here to suck up some energy.”

She spoke with a smile.

“Kill me.”

Namgung Mi finished speaking and roused her entire body with energy. She thought of the energy waves emitted by the bloodshot demon in front of her.

He was a man who was hard to let down his guard. He was planning to use the Changnyeonghwa unmanned forces as his limbs to gauge his power.

‘Before that.’

First, I plan to slow down my body with qigong.

The cold air of the doll rose sharply from the lower abdomen.

The moment I raised my hand, enduring the pain that felt like my blood vessels were burning, a layer of ice formed around my body. It was a sparkling wave of five-colored light.

Its appearance is worthy of its nobility. I thought its utility would be the same.

Wow!

It was a split second. The moment a white mist burst from Namgung Mi’s entire body, the demon’s body suddenly stopped.

The internal energy was faster than any sword strike. She smiled and retreated with a sly gait.

The Changryeonghwa unmanned forces rushed in from all directions. In an instant, chaos broke out.

The sound of swords clashing rang out loud as food and drink flew everywhere.

Wow!

Jeongyeon Shin felt the vibration travel up to her right hand holding the sword.

One of the attacks was quick, but I was able to block it with the edge of my iron sword that I hadn’t pulled out yet. My movements were definitely slower.

What had penetrated my body was not an ordinary cold air. I thought I should understand it as a characteristic of my own method.

Even so, the strength remains unchanged.

“Your sword skills are poor.”

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke calmly from behind the demon mask.

The defense doesn’t waver. The moment Namgung flinched, I hit him in the face with the back of my left hand without hesitation.

There was a loud bang. I felt my jaw catch and then I kicked the guy away.

“Huh!”

It was a final groan. He rolled his eyes and passed out as he flew away.

Jeong Yeon-shin knew the moment he struck. He could do it without using the beginner’s technique of Dokmun Martial Arts.

It’s gotten considerably stronger. At least it’s way beyond the level of the blue terminal.

I kept going without stopping. I could probably get rid of any blind swords that might fly at me.

I was grateful for Namgung Mi’s decision to use the things below as consumables.

‘We have to fight like this.’

It was a moment that greatly increased the flow of Mara Hong’s blood.

“Sword formation!”

Another Namgung guy shouted. His voice was urgent.

Checkup. A tactic where several swordsmen gather together to add to the connectivity of the first attack.

It seemed as if they had decided to join forces after seeing Jeong Yeon-shin’s performance. Before they knew it, a different world had opened up between them and the audience standing far away.

It was a showdown between the five warriors of Changnyeonghwa and the demon mask.

Jeongyeonshin narrowed her eyes. Namgung and his men swung their swords in front of her, taking up the entire area in front of her.

I responded immediately with a quick sword attack, but the movement of the iron sword that Namgung Hwasin had prepared was similar to their speed.

Gradually, my entire body’s meridians began to ache. It was a great cold erosion.

‘I’ve become very dull.’

It didn’t matter.

Moving slowly, he combined evasion and counterattack. His sense of calculating the gap reached the realm of instinct.

Apart from the dull sensation on his skin, he was extremely sharp. He dodged five sword strikes by an inch and struck with his sword.

Once, once, once. Five times was enough.

Jeong Yeon-shin pulled out the iron sword from the abdomen of the fallen warrior. This was the last of them.

Very slowly, the blood flowing down the blade brought silence.

The pure red robe seemed to be wrapped in a noble spirit.

The blood of Namgung Se-ga and the Changnyeonghwa warriors was so dirty that it looked like a stain.

“······.”

While everyone held their breath, Namgung Mi still did not move.

It’s a fight between experts. A hasty move could actually cause trouble.

She was the master of Changryeonghwa. What did it matter how she used the lower ones?

It was enough to watch how long the enemy’s inaction would last.

Only then did Namgung Mi take action.

“Your eye practice doesn’t seem very deep.”

He approached slowly and opened his mouth.

“You have a pretty good sense of distance. You’re good at judging distances. Is it innate?”

The tone is relaxed. This is because the movements of the demon mask are becoming increasingly slower.

The energy of the doll that had melted through pain was that strong. It was a power that had reached another realm.

Jeongyeonshin stood still and stared at her.

A feeling of frostbite swept over my entire body. Even a single exposure to the water had a significant impact.

As expected, if I hadn’t learned Jeonggadonggong, I wouldn’t have even thought about betting on it.

‘I can’t use the Dokmunmu technique.’

No new techniques can be developed here. It was a martial art with distinct characteristics.

It could only be cast at moments when it was safe to reveal one’s identity.

Sabak. Sabak.

Namgung Mi approached with a smiling face.

She doesn’t look like a careless woman, but she crushes the enemy without hesitation.

It seemed that he had tremendous confidence in his cold aerodynamics. It was a martial art worthy of that.

He has a complete understanding of his own internal energy. He has accurately observed Jeongyeonshin’s condition, which is gradually becoming difficult to control.

“Where should we look?”

She approached him like a lover and extended her snow-white hand. She gently touched the evil spirit mask covering Jeong Yeon-shin’s face.

“Starting with an ugly face.”

Her lips formed a thin line. It was a gesture that seemed truly defenseless.

His wicked personality was clearly evident.

It is an act that brings the utmost humiliation to an opponent who has mastered martial arts.

‘it’s okay.’

Jeongyeonshin thought. Discussing ten seconds is a formal matter.

I didn’t intend to confront him with a serious attitude. I wanted to show him an opening and draw him in, but I really didn’t expect him to come this close.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s martial arts were different from hers. It was a struggle for life.

I wanted to easily defeat an opponent I had never faced before.

‘You can do it. Taeyeonryong is stronger.’

The density of Hwangbo Sogaju’s internal energy, which has been cultivated through the innate heat of the Sun Vein, is even higher.

After seeing him, Jeongyeonshin came up with a method inspired by him.

I found out that it was a martial art that many of the so-called masters of martial arts knew how to use.

‘Sammaejinhwa.’

She was casting it from the moment she took her foot off the ground. It was a technique that vibrated the smallest unit of energy.

The movement immediately caused a fire. It was different from the immediate heat emission of the Taeyeonryong, who was born with the Sun Vein.

It was the delicate operation of the true energy by a master.

Woof.

It was a sound inside the body.

I felt it clearly. The cold air in my entire body’s meridians rustled and burned.

The entire body, which had become as hard as steel with the help of the Jeonggadonggong, was able to withstand the heat and vibration, and the route of the Marahonghyeolgong’s operation swirled around the entire body in a destructive flow.

I felt a tingling sensation in the blood vessels all over my body, including the twelve meridians and the eight qi meridians.

You could do this all day long without the enemy noticing the defrosting inside your body.

Jeong Yeon-shin immediately started to stir.

The moment the upper part of his brain flashed violently, Ma Gwang-ik’s Dokmunmu-gong absorbed all kinds of information.

The two people’s postures, Namgung Mi’s breathing mixed with laughter, and even the gaze staring at the mask.

In it.

An invisible trajectory appeared. It was a ray of light in the heart that was visible only to Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyes.

It was a magic trick. The boy followed suit. It was a move that started with his right elbow, and finally, he barely moved his shoulder.

Swish.

Just before Namgung Mi could take off Jeong Yeon-shin’s mask, she grabbed her by the neck.

It was a very natural movement.

Namgung Mi’s solid confidence, the magic light technique that came out of the square, the convergence to nothingness, and the rapid acceleration of the exit through the destruction of the cold energy all combined to create a spectacle that could be seen in an instant.

Ma Gwang-ik, the islander, was a fighter.

“······!”

The smooth nape of her neck came into a firm grip. Namgung Mi’s eyes grew even wider.

Have you ever experienced such an absurd suppression in your life? You have never heard of it or seen it.

Jeongyeonshin slowly opened her mouth.

“The nobles of the world’s bloodlines command.”

“Ugh······!”

“Namgung’s lowly servant.”

His words caused the blood vessels to react. It felt like the body, which had been polished with a pure white pupil, was being opened wide.

The imagery of this moment was added to the idea of forming a knot.

‘You said you gave all sorts of humiliation to Namgung Sohyeop’s mother.’

It was said that those who lacked nothing committed all kinds of evil, Jeong Yeon-shin thought.

I had never thought that I would be more dignified than this Namgung Mi.

An arrogant thought began to grow in my head.

He said.

“Kneel down.”

It was in front of a large audience. The moment I put my heart into my words, I felt a strange sensation.

The energy drawn into the flow of Mara Hongheolgong’s energy has been slightly amplified. This means that the amount of accumulated energy has increased.

The rapid flow of energy seemed to be laughing wickedly. As if it was telling me that this is how to use blood circulation.

‘This is also enlightenment.’

Jeong Yeon-shin opened her mouth again, this time with full contempt.

“What are you doing, you piece of shit?”

“this person······.”

Namgung Mi couldn’t continue speaking. She didn’t show any signs of moving.

The moment he grabbed her neck, he was struck by a blood clot. It meant that he had paralyzed her body with a blood clot.

Even if I wanted to kneel, I couldn’t. The control of my body was in Jeongyeonshin’s hands.

“You’re not moving. You’re quite stubborn.”

“Ugh··· Ugh······”

The boy who had grabbed Namgung Mi by the neck and lifted her up laughed quietly while wearing a demon mask.

The hem of the pureblood robe that reached down to the feet fluttered like flowing blood. It was a bizarre and mysterious sight.