Surviving as a Genius on Borrowed Time

Chapter 455

The river breeze carried a briny scent, lingering even under the oppressive sunlight blanketing the vast expanse of water like a tyrant. Yet, despite the sun’s dominion, the essence of the river—the scent of the vast waterways that shaped the martial world—remained untouched.

Only the pristine clouds gazed down leisurely upon the river’s surface.

And high above, bearing the weight of the sky itself, stood the Grandmaster of Mount Hua.

“……”

Yulha Nangnang was locked in a standoff with Amcheonje Cho Ryeol. Holding her sword, tinged with a crimson glow, in a poised yet resolute grip, she stood her ground.

Her white silk shoes tread a hundred feet above the very heart of the Zhejiang River. She stood in the air—an impossible feat for most. Below her, fierce winds roared and swirled violently.

It was an absolute mastery of aerial maneuvering—gracefully floating using Mastery of the Void and stepping through the air with the profound movement technique Heavenly Stride.

She remained completely still in midair. A sign that, even amidst battle, her breathing had reached a refined, meditative state.

Hwaaak—

Her raven-black hair and flowing pink robe fluttered wildly in the storm-like winds. Yet, her breathing remained as tranquil as a spring breeze.

A faint red energy flickered between her lips and nostrils as she inhaled and exhaled. It was the signature technique of Mount Hua’s Grandmaster, Purple Haze Divine Qi.

She briefly cast her gaze downward.

Far from the dock where a child splashed playfully in the water, two warriors clashed.

Zzzzzzzzznnng—!

Jeong Yeon-shin’s piercing sword technique, which she had witnessed before in the Mount Hua Martial Summit, was forcefully deflected downward by the Heavenly Extreme Lord’s counterattack.

Even as his sword strike momentarily shattered the formless protective energy surrounding the Heavenly Extreme Lord, Jeong Yeon-shin’s movement was halted for just an instant. And in that fleeting moment, the Heavenly Extreme Lord struck down with a devastating blow.

Unlike other warriors who could do nothing but endure Jeong Yeon-shin’s spear-like thrusts—

This man countered directly, despite taking the brunt of such a technique.

And once more, he carved a canyon of water into the river.

Each time he swung his left hand, directing his sword techniques solely at his opponent, the aftershock reverberated across the entire Zhejiang River. His swordplay was, in every sense, heretical—something far removed from the traditional paths.

From that point on, Jeong Yeon-shin was forced into a defensive stance.

That much was clear in Yulha Nangnang’s eyes. The young warrior in his violet robe was beginning to be pushed back across the river.

The clash of their swords sent explosive waves surging behind him. Hundreds of silver arcs clashed, intertwining and bursting apart with each impact, ringing out like the deep chimes of a temple bell.

And then—blood spurted into the air.

Most of it was Jeong Yeon-shin’s.

Despite his extraordinary perception and complete control over his own body, his wounds refused to stop bleeding. His once-radiant violet robe was gradually reduced to mere tattered rags.

A predictable sight.

Among all of the Thirteen Celestial Lords, hailed as the absolute masters of the martial world, only a handful dared to challenge the Divine Blade Commander.

And among those who wielded a sword, even fewer still.

You didn't buy this chapter, Buy it and read full at novelbin.com