Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 90

Instant Kill Martial Arts (2)

It was a time when I was lying on a tall tree and staring out the window.

Chilsado saw and heard clearly. The lip movements of the insignificant thing came to him in a distinct voice.

It was because of the sense of blood circulation. I casted the spell to capture even a single breath of the small cult leader’s deep breathing in my ear.

It was a car where my hearing, which had become so sensitive, was able to capture everything.

―It would be better to surrender first and return to your hometown. I’ll just let you wipe my feet. I’m being sincere.

The lowly Namgung mongrel’s voice polluted my ears.

Sabak.

I took a step. I moved without thinking. I had to punish someone who didn’t even know the subject.

As always, Chilsa-do’s movements came true the moment he made up his mind.

He burst through the entrance to the guest house in an instant, surrounded by the whirling wind of the mind.

Before I knew it, I was slowly lifting Namgung’s cheek while grabbing it. The feeling of the powder on his face was really disgusting.

He couldn’t help but frown. The boy who would create the one and only divine art in the world was looking at him.

He showed a smooth smile.

“you.”

He felt the cold gaze of the young Taesa, who always excited him. Chilsa Do thought.

My little and precious Taesa, your dignity is my prestige.

“What did you say?”

He asked the Namgung mongjong whose face he had caught.

Namgung Mi couldn’t answer. She just opened her eyes wide and let out a sigh of pain.

Silence flowed through the guest room.

The fragments of the broken door were scattered noisily and belatedly. The appearance of the Seven Sado was that sudden.

This was especially true because of his unique presence in this place. The explosion of energy that came with the rush of new laws was enormous.

“… … .”

All eyes of the people in the guest house were focused on Jeong Yeon-shin and her group. There were many people discussing Iphwang and Namgung.

A considerable number of people immediately recognized the Emperor’s uniform. A wave of surprise spread.

“Is this the right answer?”

“That guy in blue… … .”

“Rather than that, I, I… … !”

A martial arts master who had raised his spirit to the limit was a rare existence. There was none in this guest house.

However, the power of the Seven Apostles intimidated people regardless of their level of aura.

It was a natural emanation of aura that seemed to dig into the spine. It was a characteristic of a powerful Sapa master.

‘Even the clothes are bright red.’

Jeong Yeon-shin thought. The red robe covering Chil-sado’s body was clearly a pureblood robe.

It was strange that a master who was like an apostle of the Blood Flame Cult would disguise himself. It was more appropriate for him to hide his presence with his utmost care.

‘I have no other choice.’

They had to be driven out. Even if there was no sign of the Blood Flame Cult on the pureblooded man, they had to do it. Namgung Hwasin and himself were nominally Namgung Mi’s companions.

‘If you want to keep the name of the non-combat… … .’

The boy locked eyes with Namgung Hwasin. An exchange of glances took place in an instant.

That was when.

“Hoooooooo… … !”

Namgung Mi’s moans, mixed with her breathing, leaked out. Chil Sado’s fingers were pressing her cheeks harder and harder.

It was as if he was inflicting physical torture. It seemed as if the invisible finger technique had already targeted Namgung Mi’s acupuncture points.

“You’re not answering.”

Just like his flat tone, there was no change in Chil-sado’s face. His face, with only a small smile, was scary.

Even her beauty, with her silky black hair and divine red eyes, gave her the appearance of a sorceress.

“… … .”

The guest house fell into complete silence.

If I had the power of a master with the true spirit of my own, it would only take a moment to distort a face.

Jeong Yeon-shin changed her mind. If Namgung Mi dies here, the responsibility could be transferred to Ip Hwang-seong.

I had to appease the hearts of the Seven Sado, who were having a hard time controlling their judgment. I immediately sent a message.

-What are you doing?

There was no answer. It was no different from Namgung Mi.

Jeongyeonshin stared blankly at Chilsado. He only showed the side of his face without turning his gaze towards her.

However, it seemed like the hand holding Namgung Mi’s face no longer had strength. It meant that he was listening to her.

‘Disgusting bloodthirsty. I can’t figure out what’s on his mind.’

The boy placed his hand on the sword of the Ip-Hwang-Geom and lifted the heel of his right foot slightly. It was a common sword-wielding technique.

The internal energy was different. The moment the power of the Jeonggadonggong was activated, a solemn prayer enveloped the four directions.

The body of Namgung Hwasin, who had taken a similar pose with a stern face, also trembled with energy.

A breeze rose inside. It was as if the air was alive.

-It was a promise made with our names on the line.

Jeong Yeon-shin spoke again in a voiceover.

– You just broke it. Three hundred chapters became one step.

“… … .”

– I’m very disappointed, Chilsa-do.

For a moment, Chil-sado’s shoulders hunched. It was an unbelievable sight.

For a moment, her slender figure, which had been obscured by the powerful waves, came into full view.

The pureblooded man was not seen in the Cheonjamsa uniform.

‘Is it a lie?’

Jeongyeonshin calmly waited for an opening. She barely resisted the urge to attack with her sword.

If you rush in, you will be counterattacked. Is the noble apostle of the Blood Flame Cult deceiving you? For a moment, you almost couldn’t continue the next urging.

-Are you suggesting that we should cancel the promise of a martial arts trade?

“… … .”

―There are twelve seconds left until the promise of a one-shot with Mara Hongxue. Does that mean you’re going to end everything with your own hands? That’s what you’re doing right now.

“no…….”

Chilsado muttered vaguely. He even tilted his head slightly downward.

Jeong Yeon-shin’s eyebrows furrowed.

It was very unfamiliar. It was also disgusting, like Namgung Mi.

It is like a mockery of the number of people who died at the author’s hands, which is beyond counting.

How much blood would it take to forge such a powerful bloodline?

I was angry at the absurd sight. The internal energy that had risen from the Jeonggadonggong passed through the Cheonjuhyeol (Heavenly Pillar Point) on the back of my neck.

It must have been what the Seven Sado intended. The level of the Gyeokjangji system was worthy of being called an apostle.

‘The gap is so obvious. Can I kill him here?’

Jeongyeonshin had already started to create a magical light. Translucent turrets rose up inside her.

All kinds of invisible stems transformed into the trajectory of the sword in my heart.

The moment the sharp lines appeared in the image and stretched out, they crumbled limply in front of Chilsa-do’s body.

This means that no sword of the Gwanghwageomryu can deliver an effective hit with a single strike. It came from the realm of intuition.

‘We have to join forces with Namgung Sohyeop.’

Baekgirin Namgung Hwasin was someone who understood Jeongyeonshin’s senses. There was no need to discuss things like the order of the first steps.

With my current skill level, I can completely match your hand.

If all the sword strikes against the Seven Sado were to be blocked, then the variable had to be created by exchanging the number of seconds first.

It was the moment when Jeongyeonshin was about to emerge with her sword drawn.

Swish!

“Because of this.”

The smile disappeared from the lips of the short-sighted Chilsa-do.

With one movement of her hand, she turned Namgung Mi’s body around and grabbed the back of her neck. It was a split second.

He slammed Namgung Mi’s head down on the table. It was as natural as the flow of water.

bang!

The table and the forehead collided violently. The vibration was tremendous, and it did not end with one blow. It did not even apply much force.

There was malice in his gestures, as if he was venting his anger. He seemed to be oblivious to the gazes of those present.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of air escaping from Namgung Mi’s mouth kept leaking out. She, too, was a master who had practiced martial arts.

I didn’t lose consciousness right away. Every time I hit something and came back up, I could hear a loud, raw gasp.

‘He’s telling me to come in.’

To Jeong Yeon-shin, it was seen as a provocation by Chil Sado. Without further delay, he used the Gwanghwageomryu’s Gugyeol.

In an instant, the true energy of Jeonggadonggong took on the form of a brilliant ray of light.

Woof!

It was the moment when the flow of true energy in his entire body reacted before even half a breath had passed. A white sword light rose from his right hand.

At the same time, a quick sword style light sword burst out from his waist like a ray of light.

Swish!

I knew this would happen. There was no feeling of being caught. The Seven Sages immediately stepped on the law and retreated.

Before evading, he threw Namgung Mi on the table. No one paid attention to Namgung Mi, who was lying on the ground.

‘Okay for now.’

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced at the table with the Seven Sado in her sight. She saw Namgung Mi’s face, her forehead red and her eyes clouded.

“Ugh… … .”

“Was it just a quick check? I heard there are several promising latecomers in the Ip Hwang Sung.”

“This is truly a feast of exquisite martial arts!”

The crowd burst into exclamations as if they were watching a fire in the house next door. Even the fact that it had only just begun did not seem like a strange sight to them.

Could it be that the blue-haired master of Ip Hwang-seong, who had touched the sword, was fighting with a fierce aura? It was difficult to guess otherwise.

‘That’s fortunate.’

Jeong Yeon-shin felt relieved, but also found it strange.

None of those in the guest room left their seats. Their breathing was irregular and strong.

I could feel the tension and excitement at the same time. I approached with the determination that if not now, then when would I ever see such a fierce battle between masters.

This city of Hwangju had three major roads. Each road led to Hogwangseong, Gangseo-seong, and Namjikrye.

As the flow of goods and supplies was large, many martial artists also passed by. The rumor that only those with big livers went out was true.

Even if a fight between masters breaks out, you don’t just run away.

‘Even the crowd of common people is very diverse.’

Apart from the feeling of broadening my horizons, I couldn’t let my guard down. It was hard to take my eyes off the Chilsado with his head bowed low.

I didn’t know when she would burst into flames. Even if I had collected dozens of fire bombs, I wouldn’t be more scared than her.

“Namgung Sohyeop.”

“Don’t worry about the half-second difference. I’ll be right behind you.”

A trustworthy voice came from behind. Jeongyeonshin nodded her head faintly.

It was the first time that he had used a small guest house as a battlefield. He thought that Namgung Hwasin would be able to respond flexibly with his unhindered, clear-flowing body.

That was when.

Sabak.

Suddenly, Chil-sado turned around. His dejected appearance was still there.

The sight of him lightly walking out of the guest house with his feet lifted up seemed unrealistic.

– Again, you have to come. I’ll give you a little bit of advice.

It was her voice. She retreated, saying that she was going to make an ambush.

As soon as I left the inn, the sound of the figure rising strangely above the roof gradually faded away.

Jeong Yeon-shin stood still, holding the Iphwanggeom.

‘If that’s true, I’ll have to cut off your right arm first. I won’t give you my neck.’

I paid no attention to the inner workings of the Seven Sages, which were difficult to grasp.

The achievements and achievements gained by taking the head of the Blood Flame Cult’s apostle were also secondary issues. Just like Namgung Mi, he had to be killed.

“Oh… … The young master of Iphwangseong has driven out the Sapa’s seed.”

“What was its true identity? It seemed to be a blood cult.”

“I don’t think he’s a bloodsucker. His hair is black. Could it be that he was an apostle?”

“Weren’t his pupils red…? I don’t know. He was squinty-eyed, but I only saw his side profile.”

The onlookers rarely approached Jeong Yeon-shin and her party. They just talked among themselves.

Even if he didn’t know that his life was precious, he seemed to think differently when dealing with a master directly.

The chaos that happened unexpectedly ended blandly. It may have looked okay, but to Jeong Yeon-shin, it was an absurd occurrence.

In the end, you controlled the Seven Sado? Jeong Yeon-shin had a hard time accepting that.

‘You have to stand on your own two feet. There’s a limit to how much you can rely on the enemy’s favor. It’s beyond common sense.’

It was at that moment that I made a resolution. Namgung Hwasin, who, like the boy, had not sheathed his sword, approached me.

The expression on his face as he looked at Namgung Mi was complicated.

“I need to look for a member of the National Assembly. If I leave it like this, it will be difficult for me to stand up for the position.”

“… … I guess so.”

Jeongyeon Shin nodded slowly.

The peaceful day passed by in a hectic manner. The group could not leave Hwangju right away.

The mission had to be meaningful for Namgung Mi to be able to move.

Four days passed.

In the meantime, he found a city council member and showed him Namgung Mi, and the three of them rented a separate building in the inn and stayed there together.

Only Namgung Hwasin responded to Namgung Mi’s moans that were heard occasionally while she was sleeping.

‘Is it true that even enemies are blood relatives?’

Jeong Yeon-shin was silently absorbed in creating new techniques and techniques. He lay there lost in thought.

It was a deeper meditation than ever before, even before the twilight of dawn gently swept over the room.

When the fifth day’s sun illuminated the whole world.

Jeong Yeon-shin and Namgung Hwa-shin were visited by a group of warriors. They brought a lot of noise even before they arrived at the inn.

It seemed like a festival was taking place.

It was an inevitable wave of energy and presence. It was enough to revive Namgung Mi’s energy.

There was a mocking look on his white face as he lay on the bed in the guest room, looking at Jeongyeonshin.

It seemed to be saying through his expression amidst the commotion: Whatever your identity, you must listen to me.

“Blue Giraffe! Blue Giraffe, Prince Namgung!”

“Namgung Sejin is in Hwangju… …?”

“That guest house! Didn’t I say there are people with imperial powers!”

The blue giraffe Namgung Sejin.

Namgung Se-ga heard the rumor about Sogaju’s younger sister and went there himself.