Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 88

Battle for the throne (7)

Jeong Yeon-shin wanted to keep Namgung Mi alive.

If this woman had the courage to come up with a justification, then Namgung Hwasin and he could have used a trick as well.

If it had been difficult to subdue him, I would have cut off his head with one stroke of the sword. But now that I had him captivated, I could draw the best picture.

The final decision is left to Namgung Hwasin.

Jeong Yeon-shin hoped that he would overcome his mental anguish while also achieving public achievements.

Ip Hwang-seong wanted to create a situation where he could behead Namgung Se-ga’s blood relatives.

He completely subdued Namgung Mi. It was a condition that could be selected as the best among the flow that was planned together with Namgung Hwasin.

“What should I do with you?”

He spoke as a pure-blooded demon mask. Could it be because of the destructive and irregular energy waves of the Mara Hong Blood Attack?

The veins on the back of the hand that lifted Namgung Mi’s neck looked eerie.

“The lowly Namgung surname of Jeongdomumun. However, your name has been widely known for a long time, and through you, I may be able to make known the continued existence of our school.”

These were words that revealed the purpose of the Blood Flame Cult nobles who had intruded into this place.

“Huh!”

“It happened like this······.”

The martial artists of Wuchang who were observing the situation while watching the fight between Namgung Se-ga and the social masters sighed.

At this moment, he does not have the will and power to take the side of Namgung Mi who was defeated, but he has the insight to understand the situation.

The majority of the group that attacked the headquarters of the Blood Flame Sect were local martial artists from the vicinity of Namjikrye.

In terms of numbers, it was more than the number of warriors of the Imperial Palace at the time. This means that the news of the destruction of the clan was far from a secret.

The Muin were those who acted with martial arts and honor. The Blood Flame Cult was the same.

A noble bloodline of the sect came forward to inform the public of the power of the monk whose name had fallen? Anyone could understand.

“I could just break his neck like this. But it would be a waste. There must be a way to use it later.”

It was a voice with a faint smile. It was said that masters who had reached the realm did not look human. In the third-rate martial arts world, it was the Nine-Five-Ga and the Thirteen-Thousand. The boy’s beautiful voice, full of energy, added to the atmosphere.

“How about I make you my servant? Have you wipe my feet.”

“······.”

The face of the evil spirit in the mask seemed to be staring blankly at Namgung Mi’s face.

It was a mask with a torn mouth like a dragon with its snout wide open. It looked like a sight that was considering what to do with its prey.

Namgung Mi opened her mouth with a face that looked like she was having a hard time. It seemed like she was barely able to open her lips.

“You bastard, you just said ‘gulgang’······”

“That’s what I said.”

“How dare such a lowly person wear such a mask.”

The demon mask laughed.

“Do you find it unpleasant to hear me criticize you? You are a fallen Namgung Jongjong who disguises yourself as a righteous person. The word lowly suits you. You even frame innocent people as evil people and use them as fertilizer for your own reputation. This is an attitude that even our school would not do.”

“Nonsense, ugh!”

The curse words turned into painful gasps. The moment Namgung Mi opened her mouth again, the left hand of the demon mask became blurred.

The sound of the waves exploding against her body rang out repeatedly, dull and dull.

It seemed as if the North was exploding continuously. Anyone who saw it could tell that it was no ordinary acupuncture point.

As Namgung Mi’s body fell limp with her neck held, the strange nobleman of the Blood Flame Sect spoke.

“Did all that talk sound like a joke?”

“what······!”

“If you wish to use the true energy, you must receive my permission. It is the divine ability of the blood attack.”

It meant that he had used the technique of the internal energy ban. The Ip Hwang Seong Seomye had been attacked by the Seven Sado of the Blood Flame Sect.

It wasn’t difficult for me to share the benefits of the self-help method that I had personally experienced with others.

It was sufficient to apply the same Jin-gi operation to the Mara-gwang-hyeol-gong.

“How dare you! How dare you!”

In an instant, the voice grew louder. Namgung Mi’s beautiful eyebrows were distorted with a venomous look.

It was not despair, but intense indignation. The impossible had happened in life.

‘I’ll kill you! I’ll make you kneel at my feet and kill you!’

He was the one who had subdued me and taken away my freedom to use my power. I opened my eyes wide as if to engrave it in my mind.

Her eyes scanned the entire body of the demon mask, focusing on the sleeves that showed off her flesh.

The eye of a master is a method that transcends any imagination.

There was room to infer the identity of the person by looking at the movement of the pulse near the blood vessels and the flow of internal energy.

“It’s a nice sight to see.”

“Cough······!”

It was when the demon mask tightened its grip on her neck.

In that moment, in the dead silence, the main gate of the temple opened wide.

A cool breeze blew in. The air was flowing in a very straight line.

“A demon has taken refuge in the place where the Sapa clan was destroyed.”

He was a young man who looked great in a blue uniform. His expression turned grave as he looked at Namgung Mi with his evil spirit mask.

“I was just walking to offer a toast to my sister.”

He exudes unstoppable aura with a striking rough prince tattooed on his shoulder.

Her high nose and small, pursed lips resembled Namgung Mi’s. Everyone in the audience couldn’t help but think of her blood relationship.

“Hwang······! Hwangseong!”

“You said you were my sister. Maybe······?”

“Baekgirin! This is Namgung’s Baekgirin!”

People’s faces lit up. Namgung Mi was hit. The others were left wondering what would happen to them.

Baek Gi-rin Namgung Hwa-shin.

He is a warrior who was famous even before entering the Iphwangseong Fortress.

If he was a young man who was widely recognized in the Gupapalga, then in the Mu Chang martial arts world, it was considered that he had already surpassed the level of the later index.

He is a master who is hard to imagine lacking when compared to the Blood Flame Cult nobles who fought in fierce battles.

‘Those who condemned nature.’

Namgung Hwasin thought. The moment the banquet began, he arrived with Jeong Yeonsin.

I heard the story of how Namgung Se-ga supported and insulted Iphwangseong.

The true faces of the local powerhouses who changed their attitudes were awkwardly revealed.

I tried to ignore it and stepped forward.

I was secretly regretting not having looked into the Hyeonsamun earlier. It was because of Namgung Mi’s behavior.

I thought it would be enough to have the servants who had already been driven to Sapa and had closed their dantian. No. I didn’t know they would involve the servants as well.

‘Yeah. You were that bad.’

Namgung Mi, who was being strangled by Seomye, came into view. She couldn’t even look away, perhaps because she had been poisoned by demon blood.

‘Did you block the movement properly?’

Suddenly, Namgung Hwasin was surprised at himself. It seemed that he was just a mere sergeant practicing kendo.

I first looked after the well-being of my colleague, who had become closer to me than my half-sister.

Ma Kwang-ik, Seomye Jeongyeon-shin. As usual, there is no significant change in his calm breathing.

‘It’s truly amazing.’

It was a sight that Namgung Hwasin would have a hard time bringing about at the moment. It was because he had no means of resisting the cold.

Even if it exists, it is not easy to do that. It means that the power that Seomyeo exerts is very stable.

It was something that was impossible without mastering the realm on which one stood.

He was born with a sense of humor. Mujae is clearly superior to him.

‘You gave me an opportunity. It’s a blessing. I have to succeed.’

Namgung Hwasin opened his mouth with a firm resolve.

“Vampire. Get away.”

“Another Namgung mongrel. Get away? Your words and actions are ridiculous.”

The masked islander spoke in a strange voice. Namgung Hwasin thought for a moment.

If you heard it without knowing the circumstances, it would have been hurtful words and tone. There was something irritating in the indifferent tone of voice.

Namgung Hwasin tried to speak with courage.

“Changryunghwaju Namgungmi is the target of the mission designated by Bonseong. The new sword master has arrived as the person in charge of the mission.”

“The new sword master······?”

Silence descended on the Hyunsamun martial arts field.

That was the name it had to be.

The fame of the peerless master who travels the world together with the abbot of Shaolin, the best temple in the Central Plains, transcends the limits of distance.

Unlike the Emperor who walked above the clouds, it was a very real and difficult danger to resist.

“Let go of my sister. If you wish to avoid being pursued by the Purple Absolute Master of your nature until the day you die.”

“Is the Namgung clan threatening me now?”

The Demon Mask’s reaction was immediate.

He threw Namgung Mi, who had subdued his blood and internal energy, to the ground like trash.

When holding a banquet, he ignored her, who was lying around in a state that no one could have imagined, and walked towards Namgung Hwasin, who was standing at the main gate.

Sling.

He once again draws his sword from the red waist of the pureblood sword. The momentum released along with the drawing of the sword was eerie.

At the same time, Namgung Hwasin also pulled out his Iphwanggeom.

The hands of those watching became sweaty.

Thud. Thud.

The air between the two seemed to have stopped moving. Not a breath of wind blew.

All that was visible was the sight of two masters walking briskly toward each other in a dry, stiff atmosphere.

The sight of them walking as if taking a stroll while holding their long swords was strangely similar.

It was a sight where the air seemed to be gradually compressed. The tension that seemed like eternity heightened with the shortening distance. Ten steps, eight steps, five steps······ and then.

Kuung!

It rang out at the same time. The foot that rolled strongly and the hand holding the sword became blurry.

Following a short slash, two swords embraced the sunlight.

The moment the white light split into two rays of light, the red and blue hems of the two people’s clothes also passed each other.

Oh my gosh─!

Namgung Hwasin stopped. The sword’s name, which was so loud that it seemed like it would break, made him do that. He had originally intended to do it that way.

However, the trajectory and sword power that had changed since the competition in Ip Hwang Seong were different. I felt an amazing level of progress.

‘The rising energy was completely melted into the sword path. The concentrated power was different.’

The sword path is the path that the sword takes. It is the flow that determines the power and effectiveness of the sword strike.

I heard that Seomye Jeongyeonsin ate Yeongdan.

I have seen him fight with Chilsado several times. However, experiencing swordfights firsthand was different.

Namgung Hwasin thought of his half-brother.

‘I wonder if we can really discuss the odds.’

It was then. My thoughts, which had occurred to me without thought, were scattered by the sound of a sword being struck from behind. It was Jeong Yeon-shin wearing a demon mask.

He spoke, putting his sword away with an upright posture, just like the character he had revealed here.

“It is worth putting the new sword in your mouth.”

“······.”

“Enter the palace. Wait. There are many branches that can replace the main branch. The nobles of the bloodline will return.”

He walked forward arrogantly without even turning his back. It was in the same direction as the main gate through which Namgung Hwasin had entered.

The martial artists of Wuchang who saw the overwhelming exchange of swordsmanship were left speechless.

“You rascals.”

The noble of the Blood Flame Cult left with a low smile.

“······.”

After a long period of silence, it was up to Namgung Hwasin to sort out the situation.

Only then did he turn his gaze to his half-sister, his enemy who had always looked at him with contempt and disgust.

However, reuniting with blood relatives seemed to be out of Namgung Mi’s sights.

He stands there proudly, as if he had never rolled around before. His upturned eyes are directed toward the main gate.

It was the direction the evil spirit mask had come from. His eyes seemed to be burning with resentment. It was an obsession that even Namgung Hwasin had never seen before.

Namgung Hwasin, who had been staring at her blankly, opened his mouth.

“We will take care of your safety. We will guarantee your safety until the end.”

“what······?”

“Magwangik Seomye is with me. With Jeong Sohyeop and me, you will be safe until you reach Namjikrye.”

Finally, behind Namgung Mi, who turned her head, the faces of the Mu Chang Gang Ho people were reflected.

The facial expressions revealing complex emotions were varied.

“This is a big deal. That guy earlier, wasn’t he a truly powerful master? A bloodthirsty demon like him is wandering around Wuchang.”

“I should be more concerned about Namgung’s future······”

It was the behavior of spitting out what was written and swallowing what was sweet. Namgung Hwasin frowned and ignored him.

The fruits of the battle for legitimacy were being borne.

“You will protect someone you promised life and death to?”

“Really······Isn’t it fair and just?”

“Ip Hwang-seong. He said he was talking about the people’s livelihood······.”

It was what Jeong Yeon-shin and Namgung Hwa-shin had intended. Most of the people gathered here were of high status.

There are the heads of the various schools, including the head of the Pyogukju and the Muwanju, and the head of the Muchangbu School. Their mouths are the public opinion of the neighborhood.

Now it is done. Namgung Se can cut off the head of the leader without being conscious of the people’s eyes.

* * *

The old tree standing on one side of the Mu-chang market was the tallest in the vicinity.

There was a woman sitting diagonally on a thick tree branch.

Her hair, which flowed like jet-black silk, fluttered in the breeze.

The red pupils remained fixed downwards, as if they were set with the ruby that the monster cherished.

I noticed a boy leaving the place with movements like a strange leaf.

It was a movement that resembled the divine techniques of the Ming clan. Even though there was almost no sound, she could clearly hear the boy’s footsteps.

The Seven Apostles licked their lips.

“My little aunt.”

I’ve been talking to myself more. Is it because I’ve been spending more time alone in Gangho?

No. It must have been like this originally. Because he was originally born as a noble being.

Heh, I laughed. I didn’t mean to, but there was a nasal sound in it.

“You are sweet.”

The delicate Jeongyeonshin.

I clearly engraved in my ears the voice that contained the true energy of Mara Hongheolgong.

Once again, he took out his pureblood robe and wore it, and it was enchanting. With his shining qualities and firm personality, he suited it better than anyone else.

Enough to approach with a clarity that is no less than that of the Chinese slaves of Sapa.

That voice, that demeanor, that bearing of a child.

As I listened and watched, I felt like my whole body was melting. Even my mind became warm like the clouds in the night sky.

Chilsado’s right eye scanned all of Jeongyeonshin’s appearance with a brilliant red light.

The young Taesa of the Blood Flame Cult, the precious yet small leader. He is now taking off his mask and taking off his pure-blood robe in an empty space where there are no people.

Suddenly, my heart ached as if it were going to break. Those are truly yours, my little darling.

Even that location seemed to be based on the Seven Sado Islands. It wasn’t far from Namgung Hwasin.

“ha······.”

She let out a bitter sigh. She muttered in a whisper.

“How can I get you to accept me?”

If only that boy would look at himself.

Wouldn’t it be better to bring him here with all his limbs cut off?

The Seven Sages immediately turned around. They had to create a divine power that would light up the world like a comet.

He was a being that should not be ruined by evil desires.

“Show me a gap······.”

She licked her lips slightly.