Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 402

Jeong Yeon-shin glanced down at the warped arrow in his hand.

Its shaft was as black as if soaked in ink—solid iron arrow, heavy and dense.

Having traveled an immense distance, its tip bore a faint reddish glow, though it failed to transmit its heat through the Protective Qi Barrier that surrounded him. Instead, it merely exhaled thick, white steam.

The aftershock was immense.

Saaa—

Even now, the air continued to boil in eerie transparency. This was the residual force of Ten Li One Shot.

Ordinarily, multiple master archers would have to form a Thunderflower Bow Formation, concentrating their power for over ten days just to launch a single arrow capable of striking ten li away.

Yet, the Warlord Archer of Amya Battlefront had executed the feat alone—at twice the usual range—in mere seconds. Naturally, the impact did not diminish; in fact, it had intensified.

Thud.

The arrow dropped to the ground.

As Jeong Yeon-shin released the iron arrow, the starlight enveloping his left hand withered and vanished.

His Protective Qi Barrier was the hardened callus of the Tang Twins—it could not be easily broken.

Jeong Yeon-shin murmured inwardly. Return.

A soft, grating noise followed, like sand shifting in friction.

The radiant energy that had once wrapped around his entire body dissipated like shimmering foam—before converging once more into a luminous wheel at his heart.

A chuckle came from Yong Hui-myeong.

“A fine Protective Qi Barrier.”

“…Haah.”

Yeon So-ha, who had unwittingly stepped forward as if to block the attack himself, let out a deep sigh of relief.

As his gaze met Jeong Yeon-shin’s, he gave a sheepish smile—his expression brimming with embarrassment.

“Well, between the two of us, it makes more sense for you to survive, Lord Jeong.”

It was a ridiculous concern, but Yeon So-ha muttered those words nonetheless—his eyes still darting toward the arrow in Jeong Yeon-shin’s hand, as if it were cursed.

Ipwang Fortress. The Shingeom Squad.

They were bound somewhere between brotherhood and camaraderie—not quite comrades, not quite sworn siblings.

The foundation of their faction was built on an ethos found nowhere else—a bond that existed between martial officials rather than mere disciples. Even without introductions, they instinctively shared a sense of kinship.

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