Namgung Se-ga is the Greatest Genius of all Time - Chapter 169



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Episode 169

Episode 169.

It bursts out seven flashes at an unidentifiable speed. And the particles are in the shape of a giant sword.

Emperor’s Sword Shape. My transplant.

Emperor’s Seven Heavenly Ranks.

Pipit! Pivivivibit!

In an instant, seven diagonal lines cut through the air. With each line, white hair was cut off and scattered into the air. At the same time, Baek Gwang’s long, wavy hair began to embroider the air.

“It’s obvious.”

The eyes sink. There is nothing to catch, nothing to touch. He must know it.

It is the basis of the Emperor’s Sword type,

He quickly unleashes a sword that appears to split even Mt. Taishan in the form of a giant sword that splits the earth.

The movements of Baek Gwang are instinctive. They are fierce like a tiger, sharp like a wolf, and soar like a hawk, and they are very similar to wild beasts and beasts.

“Have you heard of the mountain lord? The first ones to worry when entering the mountain are those who are called the masters of the mountain.”

Sangun (mountain lord).

Called the mountain spirit,

Also known as the master of the mountain.

Baek Gwang shows the scars carved into his entire body, talking about the time when he was fighting a tiger with a magnificent body like a mountain and overwhelming destructive power and momentum, and a spirit called Sangun who grew up eating the energy of the mountain.

“The bastard’s movements are ridiculous. The giant was already moving before I could get to him. Just like you and I are doing now.”

As the saying goes, the bastard’s movements follow before I move.

“Wave.”

Baek Gwang, who has already reached the realm of Hwagyeong.

“If you can read and follow that conclusion, you can move forward in whatever you do. Just like you and I are now.”

As the man who spoke the same words disappeared, I twisted my body. The five branches of energy transformed into a single line, and a red flash that seemed like it would tear apart passed through my side.

I felt it burning, but I had to roll forward without stopping. The poisonous force, like a red flash that tore like the claws of an animal, continued to extend without warning.

If I let my guard down, my body would have been seriously injured. At that moment,

“Slow.”

Crunch.

It was the knee of the guy who was stuck in the stomach. He quickly spat out the blood flowing back and hurriedly got into a stance, swinging his sword to increase the distance between him and the guy.

This is precisely why the red flash of lightning was so powerful that it was like a beast.

“Didn’t I tell you? You and I have different experiences.”

The battle between the unmanned and the unmanned is a battle of the senses.

Vision followed by the eyes,

The sense of smell,

Hearing the steps,

The taste that touches the air,

The sensation of being floated in the wind.

Moving the body using the five senses, and being guided by some instinct that goes beyond the five senses, is an inherent experience.

That’s why the bastard’s red flash tricks and penetrates my senses. That’s why I allowed him to come close and attack me this time.

The tip of its foot, which rushed in like a bird of prey, skimmed across my thigh, and its elbow, which was comparable to the sharp fangs of a wolf, grazed my chest.

In no time, I was covered in blood. The pungent smell made my nose tingle. The new form of the thing disappeared and appeared repeatedly, beyond recognition, and I felt like a meek lamb trapped in its territory, feeling weak and infinitely weak.

He’s definitely more experienced than me.

so.

“Of course the experience is different. And it’s significantly different.”

I have to admit that I have competed against those who are stronger than me.

however.

“Have you ever, during your experiences as a punk, hidden among a pile of dying corpses and stabbed someone in the back?”

There was a harshness to the experience that was qualitatively different from what he was talking about.

“Have you ever stabbed someone in the wound with a rusty iron sword without any history?”

In my previous life, I was not a person who wanted to live. I wanted to die. I thought that was the path I had to take.

“……What are you trying to say?”

Baek-kwang didn’t understand what I said. It didn’t matter. I didn’t mean for him to understand.

“It’s not over yet. Have you ever been in a situation where you had to kill or die, and then you killed and killed again, and all your knuckles were broken, and you no longer had the strength to lift your sword, so you bit the handle of your sword with your mouth?”

I will speak here to many people who, like me, consider themselves born with genius.

“I was a murderer.”

“……!”

If Baek Gwang were a beast,

I was a ghost who walked the path of Asura.

In the battles that I fought on for over twenty years, the blood on my hands alone numbered in the thousands, or tens of thousands.

The price I paid for struggling to live by following orders is what makes my hands and feet and heart beat now, and at this moment when I have become the subject of my life, my experiences from my past life are becoming my driving force.

“If what you are talking about is the experience of fighting a pitiful battle and deciding victory or defeat based on that.”

The hidden side of my genius that others talk about must be the path of my past life.

“I am one step ahead of you.”

A blue sword strike accompanied by thunder engraved across the red flash of white light falls. The lightning strike that bursts out in an instant tears the right hand of white light, which is split into five branches, out of the air.

Kwarrrrung!

Squeak!

Fit! Pivivipivifit!

There was a momentary sensation of contact, and it was none other than the energy of the Emperor’s sword slicing through the self-defense energy that Baek Gwang instinctively created. Emperor’s sword shape. My transplant.

Emperor’s Seven Heavenly Ranks.

It was the Emperor’s Sword form that happened once again. Seven or so sword strikes annihilated the self-defense energy like flowing water.

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A sword sweeping across the ends of the earth, and a solid line engraved in both eyes at the same time.

The sword strikes continued, slicing off Baek Gwang’s shoulder, side, thigh, and a chunk of his right ear at the same time.

“……I almost died.”

“That’s too bad.”

As the saying goes, I felt regret. Opportunities like this one just now won’t come easily. Baek Gwang has been fighting this fight according to his beliefs and the flow.

He was relaxed and composed, but he was strong nonetheless.

If he were to now engage in this fight in earnest.

“……I have to do it right. If I’m not careful, everyone will end up talking bad about me.”

As the body grows larger by leaps and bounds, the movements of the creature that is crouching down transform into something reminiscent of a tiger.

Pfft!

With a burst of air, the new form of white light disappears. I feel my mind go blank as I lose sight of the new form and the five claw marks are carved into my chest.

* * *

Instead of the deep smile, he was stroking his neck with a hardened expression, and there was blood on his hands. Feeling the warm blood, Baek-kwang’s expression hardened for the first time.

“……under.”

Baek Gwang was sincere from the beginning until now. He treated the young man in front of him with sincerity and tried to kill him. He believed that he could tear him apart in one breath.

So I increased my speed and continued to attack the guy.

As a result, the bastard’s body is covered in blood. To the point where it no longer feels human.

After the wound around his neck caused blood to flow, the bastard was cornered, like a sheep running from a wolf in a pasture.

But why do I feel uneasy while fighting?

Is it because of that guy’s gaze that grows darker even as the wound grows?

Or is it because of my impatience that I was unable to carve a truly fatal wound?

I don’t know what’s holding Baek-kwang back, but Baek-kwang’s instinct keeps screaming at him. It’s dangerous.

Even if he had fought a decisive battle with Namgung Moo-baek, he would not have heard the alarm bell so instinctively.

Anyone who knows Baek Gwang will know.

What feeds Baek Gwang is none other than ‘pride’.

But it’s not Baek Gwang himself.

It is not pride but ‘instinct’ that feeds Baek Gwang.

Because of his beast-like senses and the instincts that sometimes come to him in moments of crisis, he was called the King of the Green Forest, and he was able to rise to the position of Unaeshipjon faster than anyone else.

The instinct that has kept you up until now is now screaming.

‘Run away. From me.’

Now is not the time, he shouts.

The blue and clear swordsmanship bursting out from the tip of his dark sword grows stronger day by day. He knows how Baek-gwang’s powerful energy will fly, so he approaches first and blocks it with his sword blade. Even when Baek-gwang’s knees strike like a bird of prey, he raises his knees in the same way and neutralizes the force.

I feel the elbow that was stabbing me like a sharp fang being neutralized by striking it down with the sword, and the tip of my raised foot being struck off with the blade of my sword.

This happened in just one meal.

And then Baek-Gwang finally realized something. Something he could feel in the bastard’s eyes.

‘… … He’s waiting for his moment. A move.’

The opposite sex is growing colder.

The feeling of being hit with two sticks.

The instinct to keep flinching.

The three things intertwined, Baek Gwang could see the bastard’s eyes.

Baek Gwang himself is not a predator, but he is just waiting for his moment like a predator.

Like a bird of prey perched on a maple tree watching a rabbit frolic in the grass, he was focused on striking back with every attack, waiting for Baek Gwang to make even a single mistake, a single moment of slack.

I had to admit it.

Why did the instinct that had been feeding him up until now sound such an alarm?

So he chose.

* * *

I let out my breath as the bastard’s attacks intensified, hoping for just one chance to come.

“……!”

I aimed for a gap in the countless red flashes that Baek Gwang had scattered. As the new form disappeared in an instant, I raised my sixth sense to the max once again.

This attack was not simple. The intensity of the power that the white light unleashed increased rapidly. It was as if this attack was going to be the end.

shit.

Now that I’ve finally gotten used to the attacks of the white light, my hands and feet are starting to become free. I drew a bloody line around my neck, and after that one attack, my escape route was blocked.

Boom! Boom!

In the midst of the oppressed spirit, I had to face several dangerous crises. I held back the groans that came out of my mouth and lifted my sword, unleashing my Emperor’s Seven Heavenly Sword.

Peekaboo!

Kwagagagagang!

In the span of just one breath, I unleashed my transplant four times. In other words, twenty-eight sword strikes were unleashed.

As soon as the red flash dissipated, I had to panic.

I can’t feel it. Where on earth are you aiming at me from? No matter how much I raised my senses, I couldn’t feel anything around me.

Even though I spread the energy that was drawn up, it didn’t reach anything.

Why on earth?

No matter how strong you are, it’s like this.

It’s so scattered everywhere that not even a single strand of it gets caught.

It didn’t make sense.

My eyes wandered around the empty space in confusion. Then, they were quickly fixed on one side. I could only stare blankly.

……uh?

I had to feel that something out of the ordinary was happening.

The white light was turning around and disappearing.

What the heck is this?

I froze without realizing it.

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