Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time Chapter 502

◈ Battle of Ip-Hwang (2)

clearly.

Someone’s eyes are right.

It had been a long time since Masain had sharpened his senses with the help of Jeonggadonggong. It was impossible to pass off such a strange feeling as an illusion.

A situation where even the best players who were fighting on the mountain path stopped moving.

Only the sound of the wind blowing through the bare tree branches after a famine-filled winter resonates in emptiness.

‘what…?’

But Masain tried hard to ignore the feeling that was squeezing his whole body and grabbed Hong Ju-geom’s arm.

It wasn’t hard to move his body. Somehow, the gaze that came down from the vast empty space felt familiar. There was no life. At least that’s how it felt to him.

Percussion!

I started running again.

At the same time, the sight of the huge eyes that had been swallowing up the sky disappeared, leaving a very familiar feeling in Masain’s mind, however vaguely.

– I’m in the middle of a closed-door training session. Sorry, just hold on a little longer.

‘what?’

The location has been secured.

The last words ended like that.

It was clearly a telegram.

“… … !”

It feels very strange.

I can’t even imagine how far it flew. If the Shaolin abbot used the power of the precious Dharma treasure to send the Hye-Gwang-Sim-Eo, would it be like this?

Masain’s expression brightened as he started to run again.

He can die here. That is the karma of the Iphwangseong family, who have lived off the country’s allowances their entire lives.

It is unknown what techniques the original purple is practicing now. Regardless of the circumstances, the only thing that is important is that Jeongyeonshin has entered training.

They said it was closed.

It was going to take a long time.

‘but.’

That would be better.

How many thirteen thousand lords have set foot on Yangyang land today?

Jeong Yeon-shin should not come here. Aside from the various positions that he had to consider as the head of the Ip Hwang Ma family, Masain’s personal feelings were like that. He had different expectations.

If a quality that is infinitely close to the best of all time emerges after breaking through long-term closed-door training.

What kind of purple will the martial arts world receive then?

There’s nothing to think about.

Ip Hwang-seong will once again become the oppressor of the martial arts world, and the suffering of the common people caused by Sima Weidao will be significantly reduced.

This was the reason why Masain’s light-hearted dash became even faster at this moment.

“… … ?”

Meanwhile, Hong Ju-geom just kicked the ground with a look of bewilderment at him.

The thought that fell from the sky was transmitted to only one person, but Masain was not given the luxury of time to explain it.

“Hoo.”

That’s why a single line of exclamation came down low like dusk. Directly towards Masain.

“I guess I won’t have to send a secret letter anymore.”

The voice of a middle-aged man with great interest falls from the sky.

A truly gigantic presence.

Before I knew it, I was sitting right in the middle of where the two great leaders of the Muryonghoe, Taesanghobeop and Iphwangseong, were facing each other. It felt like Mt. Taisan had suddenly risen up through the clouds.

Masain had a gut feeling.

That middle-aged man, the leader of the Muryonghoe, had figured out the existence of the idea.

It was a function that was only permitted to the absolute beings of Naegigong who treated the natural forces of heaven and earth as servants.

Masain, who was raised as the successor of the Iphwangma family, heard about it from the parasitic Ma Yeon-jeok.

Among the few commoners of the martial world who roam the streets as if they were their own without paying even a grain of rice, they are said to be depriving others of their secrets with enlightenment that is harmful to the world.

‘The realm of eavesdropping… Could it be that he even completely discerned the content?’

Masain kept running without looking back.

And I felt it with my whole body. The feeling that the air suddenly became heavy. It was as if the ground was slowly sinking into deep water.

The limbs that had been pushing the air away with the true energy of the Haphwa Shingong (合華神功) quickly became heavy, and the hard, dry ground swallowed the thrusting waves of the soles of the feet like a swamp and became muddy.

From far behind.

Woof―

This happened because of the sudden wave of energy emitted by the Muryonghoeju. Even though Masain’s internal energy had the calm and pure temperament characteristic of Jeonggadonggong.

‘Just by using luck, you can suppress the opponent’s internal energy usage… …?!’

When did it come out?

Masain didn’t recognize it properly.

Just at that moment, when the movement of the world felt terribly frustrating.

Kwaaaa …

It was only later that I realized the presence of the storm passing overhead with a loud noise.

[Tae Sang Ho Beop, now is not the time to play with the kids. It is time, so follow me! Now, now let’s go destroy the Ip Hwang Seong!]

The loud laughter of the Muryonghoeju that followed those words caused a storm to spread in all directions.

A suffocating wind pressure tore through the thick dust.

The cracks in the ground that arose with a creaking sound split into several branches and ran roughly down the mountain path.

It was the aftermath of the empty space walk.

Kyuuuuuung―!

The shadow of the Muryonghoeju Hyukryeonpungwol dashing across the sky like a comet in the direction of Ip Hwangseong and disappearing.

[They’re tough! Even in the Shingeomdan, they’re the ones who are particularly good at defensive techniques!]

Before he knew it, Changcheondaeju and Mugeukjeonju were being hit by the strong wind, their heads held in his wide hands.

The repulsive force from the two great lords’ lofty self-defense techniques caused the wind to rub against each other, sending up a line of crimson sparks.

They were black.

Even though he allowed Muryonghoeju a fatal move, his head did not explode right away.

Rather, from the Great Sword of the Heavenly King, a bluish black energy stretched out endlessly and was grinding Hyukryun Pungwol’s shoulder, and the pitch-black leg of the Great Swordsman was repeatedly slamming Hyukryun Pungwol’s side face, creating a huge shockwave.

But the self-defense weapon he wore did not shatter like a diamond, but only made a loud noise.

[Very good! Let’s go ahead and give it a try!]

Meanwhile, the refreshing shouts of Hyukryeonpungwol scattered like echoes.

“Dear children of the Imperial Palace, one day I will come to examine your tender pupils, so you must not die.”

The Taesanghobeop of the Muryonghoe, who rose up with a big laugh and a posture of carrying his bags behind his back, followed after him, stepping on a thin tree branch and cutting through the air like a shot arrow.

“It’s exactly to the south. If you look at the Iphwangseong Fortress, it’s the main gate… Our Muryonghoe will rule over that battlefield.”

Hwa Yeon-bi stopped Masaen with a relaxed attitude.

Sabak.

Footsteps that touch the ground lightly.

She was with the man in white who had accompanied her earlier, but perhaps because of the order of the Muryonghoeju, there was no particular sense of hostility. They were both like that.

To them, the words of Hyukryunpungwol were providence.

“The Muryonghoe dominates the battlefield?”

Masain asked quietly while he and Hong Ju-geom took the joint attack ceremony.

They raised their swords at a three-step distance from each other and aimed at the chests of Hwa Yeon-bi and the man in white.

Immediately, Hwa Yeon-bi smiled brightly.

“Those who share the same viewpoint have studied countless martial arts deeply and taught each other. The martial artists of this organization who are facing the Bangpa Battle are bound to be stronger than any other masters. The upper class of the Muryonghoe masters will flexibly and immediately accept any variable and deal with the opponent’s tricks.”

“that….”

Masain didn’t laugh. He just continued speaking bluntly.

“It feels familiar.”

“yes?”

“Did you train yourself to do that? No, I guess it just happened naturally because of the Martial Dragon Society’s culture. It wasn’t something you were born with, but something you learned later in life.”

At his words, Hwayeonbi’s head tilted slightly to the side.

It was a strange tone that made her tilt her head, but she didn’t bother to ask. She just opened her mouth with a smile still on her lips.

“Ma Gongja is right. Furthermore, this defense battle is a feast where you can experience the martial arts of many of your Ihwangseongs in one place. That is why our society accepted Yeo Ryeong’s proposal for a joint attack. Right now, you don’t have many masters who can handle the Supreme Guardian Law of our society, let alone the Lord of the Society.”

“They probably want to take away the common people’s rice bowls more freely during the famine. They want to eliminate their clan in advance, taking advantage of the chaotic times to prevent them from getting in the way.”

“That is how you leave a great mark on all things in the universe with your ultimate power. It is the most sublime challenge in the world. Of course, the bandits, thieves, and collaborators who come here seem to be only interested in this land called Yangyang.”

The Daebang factions that formed an alliance with the Muryonghoe are lumped together and brought down. This is probably because their goals are very different.

In that way, the Sima Wei and the Thirteen Thousand were a group that could not be easily defeated, but the plan to ‘destroy the Iphwangseong clan’ that Yeo Ryeong Ju had been planning for a long time was already casting an invisible dark cloud over Yangyang.

It was more malicious and sophisticated than any public opinion.

“That’s crazy.”

Hong Ju-geom laughed.

“The same old excuses from the same old people.”

At his words, Masain opened his mouth and tapped the ground with his toes. He was preparing for a light attack.

“First, we need to look into their nature. We need to keep shaking those two off… Is that possible?”

Masain felt a heavy sense of responsibility. He was the only one who realized that Jeongyeonshin had entered closed-door training.

This must be conveyed to the nature that is waiting for the youngest purple throughout all time. So that the nature warriors who will face sporadic deaths in the future will go forward with honor rather than vain hope.

At that time, Hwa Yeon-bi interjected as if she found it amusing.

“Will that work? The Seomyeomu Maek is not only exceptionally strong in single strikes, but it also consumes a lot of stamina, making it vulnerable to long-term battles. It’s too refined for a Sapha martial art, but too explosive for a Jeongdo martial art… To overcome this, you need to learn the Gwangyegyeol and boost each other’s stamina in group battles, but isn’t that a martial art that only Ma Gwangik can practice? Not many people in this vast land have seen it.”

It was a new mention of a weakness that was already known to the world. The answer came from Hong Ju-geom.

“Your tongue is long.”

“The Muryonghoe is a sect of records. They store a great deal of knowledge in their heads and express it with their bodies.”

“Then tell me.”

Suddenly, a faint wave of light began to flicker on the middle-aged blue-haired master’s sword blade, and his legs blew a rough wind as if they were about to rush towards Ip Hwang-seong. Then, Hong Ju-geom slowly finished speaking.

“Which martial artist has ever fought a long-term battle with Seom Ye-mu-maek?”

“… … .”

Hwayeonbi couldn’t answer right away.

* * *

A sky that overlooks the vast castle walls made of pure white marble.

“Look over there, Hoeju. It’s already started.”

An old voice mixed into the fierce storm. It was the voice of Bancheonno, who was leisurely following behind the Muryonghoeju with his pack on his back.

Hyukryunpungwol, who was running through the sky while holding the heads of the two black swordsmen with both large hands, burst into loud laughter.

“There is no separate minister!”

The main gate of Iphwangseong.

already.

It was a battlefield for the stars that rose high in the world of martial arts.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

All kinds of waves crush the air in long lines, creating a recoil stronger than that of a wall-crawler.

Some of the shattered marble shards were flying in all directions, while thirteen thousand masters were walking vertically up the wall.

Above, arrows, wind currents, and fist strikes rained down like thunder, clashing with the enemy’s hands, and each time, the ground shook violently.

There was no emotion in the departure of the unmanned personnel carriers. Everything was a deadly killing.

A temperament that seemed to stretch out its prey toward a rotten branch that should have been cut down. Their facial muscles moved only when it was necessary to shout.

“… … .”

There was no other sound. There was only loud noise.

Boom! Kwung! Crush!

A battle between the world’s best martial artists.

Even though the scale of the battle was reminiscent of war, there was no one to discuss the situation in a voice that could be heard by the enemy. The battlefield, which consisted only of masters who could use teleportation, was fiercely fought in silence.

In the meantime, one of the masters of the Thirteen Thousand Martial Dragons finally climbed up onto the wall, and at that moment, the sharp winds pouring down from all directions like threads silently blew away his body.

Slap.

The swordsmen of the Changcheon-dae, who had stepped on the floor soaked with blood, moved in a different direction. They all created waves of energy in the Great Circulation.

Soon after, a dozen or so large unmanned soldiers naturally filled the empty space. They were in blue and white from the Shingeomdan Cheonrimdae.

“Hoeju, what did you decide to do with the other leaders?”

Byeoncheonno, who had been staring blankly at the sight, suddenly asked, but Hyukryunpungwol was already falling far away with the two large pillars hanging on either side. It was a fall accompanied by loud laughter.

The great master of the Great Sun-Changing Manheogang, a new art that had never been seen before in the world, was so free.

Buncheonno shook his head.

“Let’s see… … .”

He mutters while stepping on the empty space, feeling the vast battlefield with his senses.

The four sides of Ip Hwang Seong were already fierce battlefields.

To the south where the main gate was located, the Muryonghoe and their subordinate factions, as well as the first-class ronin that Yeo-ryeong had bought with money, were stationed.

‘The north is the area where the residence of the Emperor of Heaven is located. The formation is very strict, so we decided not to enter…’

The western wall had long since been blown away in one fell swoop by the Mansangsurochaeju Haeilgwoncheon.

A peerless master who has been holding his breath for a very long time and then suddenly takes control of the country’s water supply. At this moment, the midwinter sky that had been pouring down cool sunlight transparently has become distorted like summer.

It must have been because of the energy of Haeil Kwoncheon, who held the sun in his palm.

On the other hand, the east was strangely quiet. It was the direction that Mong-in-wol-ju had planned to enter, but it was as if no battle had taken place.

“Monstrous things.”

Hwaaaaah!

The new form of the Byeoncheonno, who was mumbling short thoughts, suddenly began to fall.

The Huangshisong cannot end here.

Even the top-class warriors of Muryonghoe, Yeoryeong, and Monginwol are currently facing off against the great lords in various parts of Iphwangseong.

Some of them were pushed back hard, and the reasons were very diverse. In some cases, the superiority was determined by the body’s inaction, and the organ examination and physical examination were in a way that went beyond imagination.

You may suffer sudden and great damage.

Byeoncheonno was in charge of the main gate attack. It was a task to tear down the signboard of Iphwangseong. He had to exert greater influence than the leaders of each faction who were doing whatever they wanted.

So that the herd of men and horses, now rushing like an avalanche towards the main gate, spewing out clouds of dust behind them, could immediately rush into the castle.

‘The military horse green forest came on time, but… … .’

The gaze of the monk returned to the center of the main gate.

There was one person standing there.

“… … .”

Inyoung stared at the green forest of Gunma with her silver spear planted on the ground. The hem of the black robe she was wearing was constantly fluttering in the strong wind, revealing a surface that had faded to a soft gray.

Compared to his overall size, he is very small, and even his short hair is almost unconventional. The blackest man in the world, Iphwangseong, was ready to face the great cavalry martial arts of Gunma Nokrim alone.

Woof! Woof―!

The accumulated waves on the windowsill were so thick that circular clouds of dust were constantly spreading out from her feet.

thud!

The Burning Celestial Swordsman, who landed with a crack in the ground, blocks the evil forest. Her pitch-black eyes are filled with the Supreme Guardian Law of the Muryonghoe.

“Agga, do you intend to die in vain? Don’t block their path for no reason. They need to reach the residence of the Lord of the Heavenly Kingdom just like this, and I’m afraid that you might apply the brakes even a little.”

“Come at it.”

She said.

Byeoncheonno gave up right away. He had read Aksurim’s intentions based on his old experience as Nokangho.

There’s no need to mix things up any further. We should clear this up first.

“A coward of the highest order, who kicked away the family he should have inherited and went from his family to the royal family.”

Kuguguguguguguguguguung―!!

Behind his back.

The clouds rushing towards the battlefield began to grow larger rapidly. The Gunma Nokrim, who had already slaughtered several powerful martial arts masters, was about to arrive.

The earthquake-like resonance grew louder and louder, and before long, a thick fog made of dirt began to surround all directions.

It was a sign of the coming of Gunma Nokrim.

soon.

A natural disaster caused by martial arts arrives.

“You’re evil.”

A colorless, swirling tension gathered in the hands of the monk.

The wave of aerodynamic force lifted the hem of his yellow robe, piercing through the continuous explosions of the cavalry. A single blow would be enough to push him away. At that moment, Aksurim was also pulling up his spearhead from the ground.

“This is Gangho.”

It was right after he took a deep breath that he let out a short exclamation.

Suddenly, a whitish line was engraved on the neck of the monk, and the gaping space along the boundary pushed his head and body up and down.

Bam.

The old man’s head, which had fallen awkwardly, was crushed by a leather shoe and then burst apart.