I Became a Blind Swordsman at the Academy chapter 237

237. Dongbang, Cheonseon Academy (2)

Hwang Bo-jin has a strong personality and she is one of the representative ‘villains’ you can meet at the Cheonseon Academy.

Because he has good muscles and is big, the overall visual reminds me of Amon.

But he’s much more evil than Amon.

In the first place, compared to that guy, Amon wasn’t at the level of being unlucky or having a bad personality.

A rough look at Danjeon’s inner workings shows that the state is still in the early stages of being first-class.

Even that was something he benefited from in his own family.

In spite of such poor talent and skills, he is an arrogant warrior.

To describe Hwang Bo-jin in one word, he was a terribly unlucky guy.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to pass the match…”

Look at me.

He can’t stand it and doesn’t flinch.

Hwang Bo-jin rolled her eyes up and down her, looked me in the eye, and twitched her thick neck.

“I am Zeto of Innocence Academy.”

“Hwang Bo-jin of Cheonseon Academy.”

After introducing and greeting each other, the official who was watching the referee soon announced the start of the dance.

“”Oohhh!!!””

A loud shout pierced the ears from both sides where the students of the academy and the cadets of the academy were.

ㅡSeureung.

In line with that, I pulled out the ‘Sierra’ that was on my waist.

“It’s an inverse… Ha, I get a rough idea of what kind of guy you are.”

Hwang Bo-jin, who was watching this, sighed heavily as if he was pathetic.

I lightly ignored the guy’s words and raised his hand for a moment to ask the official.

“An unfortunate incident in which a limb is cut off while performing a sword dance shouldn’t happen, right?”

“…Kimgang, at least you won’t be cut off unless it’s your swordsmanship. Do you even know how to handle swordsmanship?”

“No, I don’t know how to deal with that.”

“Then there is nothing to worry about. There are no students in the academy whose limbs will be cut off by a sword that does not carry a flag.”

His snoring remarks along with the way he feels that he doesn’t even know such common sense.

“Puhahahahaha! Were you worried that my arm would be cut off by your sword? He was more fun than he looked.”

Hwang Bo-jin’s ridicule was heard as soon as the words of such a commentary were finished.

“…Once I get it.”

I didn’t learn because I had nothing to learn.

It’s black and black, and there must be necessary work.

Then I switched the urethra that I was holding so that the back of the sword was facing forward.

“You’re an arrogant guy. I heard that your sword can’t be veiled…”

As if Hwang Bo-jin couldn’t stand it any longer at my actions, he widened his eyes and gnashed his teeth.

“What is he doing?”

“Are you deaf? Even though the governor said that wouldn’t happen…”

“Be great. Unlucky.”

From the reverse number to the reverse day.

The students of the academy who were seeing me for the first time poured out sarcasm along with the unkind stares, but I couldn’t help it either.

‘Not to be cut…’

I refrained from sticking my tongue out because I wondered if that would be the case.

That would be the case, and the dark red circles were clearly visible all over Hwang Bo-jin’s body, which was in front of him.

Finding weakness was the cause.

It was obvious what would happen if I accidentally cut off that red circle.

Still, Hwang Bo-jin, with a stocky physique, looks as hard as Amon, maybe even harder than Amon, but he is by no means hard.

There was a solid guy in Cheonseon Academy.

‘I’m sure he’s wasting his talent right now…’

Anyway, I couldn’t ruin the match, where I could get September shoes for Volk, who would later become my sharp claws.

[ Well thought out, disciple. You did the right thing, so don’t listen too much. It’s my first time doing something like this, so I can’t help it. I usually have fantasy magic. ]

Even when he noticed my troubles, he stroked my cheek for no reason and comforted me.

Contrary to her concerns, I had no time to listen to the sarcasm that was pouring down on me.

Currently, my head was filled with worries about how to cook Hwang Bo-jin.

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It’s been awhile since I’ve been thinking about that.

Hwang Bo-jin opened his mouth and solved my troubles.

“Hey, platinum-haired, unknown beautiful woman! Will you watch Hwang Bo-jin’s dance? I will definitely win this dance competition and put September shoes in your hands.”

The guy pointed at Eisel and made a confession-like declaration in a booming voice.

“You mean me…?”

Eisel, the person in charge of her, only frowned at her in embarrassment, but I remembered the obscene conversation Hwang Bo-jin had with her friends, so I knew her sinisterness in her guy’s smile. Could make up

With that, Hwang Bo-jin’s fate was decided.

‘To be comfortable… It would be better to show an overwhelming figure.’

When this dance is over, Hwang Bo-jin will not be able to get up from her bed, at least until her academy stays in the academy.

***

Hwang Bo-jin pointed to Aisel, revealed her strong aspirations, and took on her duty, just as her knight before her jousting match points to her princess who wants to receive her support.

Consistent.

Hwang Bo-jin, who imagined herself in a wonderful way to finish her sword with just one punch, was gasping for breath as her chin was now full.

On the other hand, Jeto, his opponent, was not exhausted at all, so he calmly tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth.

Especially, the corners of his lips that had risen and had no intention of coming down were obvious provocations.

There was nothing Hwang Bo-jin could do.

‘This must be a dream. It’s a terrible… A terrible nightmare.’

In the end, Hwang Bo-jin began to feel suspicious about everything about this dance.

As the second son of the Hwangbo family, he thought that it could not be true that he could not even touch the hair of a blind man.

He was still arrogant.

On the other hand, ‘Jangsan’, who couldn’t believe the current situation and couldn’t keep his mouth shut, slowly recalled what had just happened.

‘What the hell just happened?’

Hwang Bo-jin was the first to step out after the dance began.

Closing the distance against a sword is the standard of martial arts.

And as he wanted, he was able to close the distance with his opponent very easily.

Until then, Hwang Bo-jin must have thought he had won.

Most of Hwangbo’s kwonbeop or jangbeop consists of simple and clear movements.

However, it is characterized by being simple and fast without any superfluities, and that each attack is bold.

That’s how Hwang Bo-jin’s fist was thrown at the blind man.

It was a faster fist than any other fist Jangsan had ever seen. He was different from when he bullied Jangsan.

Let alone the Byeolryeok Shinkwon, it was only hegemony, the basic martial art of the Hwangbo family, but considering Hwang Bo-jin’s inner strength, its speed could never be ignored.

But the blind man dodged the fist very lightly.

It wasn’t even that quick of a move.

It was just a slight twist.

Hwang Bo-jin shed a dejected laugh at the unexpected result.

I guess I was just lucky.

It is a coincidence that the blind man escaped Hwang Bo-jin’s fist.

Jangsan guessed that Hwang Bo-jin at the time probably thought that way.

Immediately after that, Hwang Bo-jin’s onslaught continued.

Hwang Bo-jin didn’t pay attention to the reverse-edged sword that the blind man was holding in reverse, and the blind man didn’t particularly swing the sword either.

However, he was unable to land a single effective hit even though he fired countless consecutive attacks.

As if the blind man knew the future where the attack would come, he avoided Hwang Bo-jin’s fists and intestines with minimal movement.

Hwang Bo-jin’s fist did not reach him.

No, I couldn’t reach it.

That’s how we got to the current situation.

The unarmed field, where countless cadets and students had gathered, was silent.

However, the reasons were different.

“Yeoling, am I looking at something empty?”

“It’s Hwang Bo-jin, did you even expect it?”

“I didn’t expect it, but…”

One side couldn’t believe it even after seeing what was happening.

“Zeto is too good.”

“You seem to have lasted a long time though?”

“Should I say I endured this?”

On the one hand, it happened as usual and I wasn’t surprised at all.

Hwang Bo-jin, who lost his strength after hitting the empty air, and Jeto, who was leisurely approaching him with a smile on his face.

At that time, Jeto lifted the arm holding the urethra.

Amon, who was yawning while leaning against the wall, also focused on the dance for this moment.

Zetto finally attacked.

But Amon misses his move again.

No, except for a few unarmed people, everyone missed his move.

Before they looked for Zeto, in the blink of an eye two or three times, an unarmed and alien sound began to resonate loudly.

ㅡ Badagak! f*ck!

ㅡ Bagagak!

A dull sound that came in succession.

It was the sound of something hard breaking.

What followed after that was a scream that came out of the mouth of a large man who had been on stage.

“Quaaa!!!”

The first thing they saw while diligently searching for Jeto, who disappeared from sight in an instant, was Hwang Bo-jin, who had been rolling around on the non-stage floor.

If there is one problem, it is that Hwang Bo-jin’s arms and legs were twisted in a direction they shouldn’t be twisted.

It was quite a grotesque sight, so some of those who watched it kept their mouths shut.

“Ugh… Ugh…”

Hwang Bo-jin tries to pass out after biting into bubbles.

Even Hwang Bo-jin, who was training for foreign martial arts to deal with martial arts that put a burden on the body such as the Byeokryeok Shin Kwon or the Byeokryeok Shinjang, could not overcome the pain of having his whole body bones crushed at once.

When everyone was shocked at Hwang Bo-jin’s miserable situation, only then did they see Jeto in their eyes.

Jeto appeared in front of Hwang Bo-jin, who was on the verge of fainting, and swung his urethra, which was not particularly bloody, into the air once as a habit, and then led him.

“Hey… hehehehe…”

Hwang Bo-jin lost consciousness in fear.

Jetto looked down at him and said in a bright voice.

“…Still, it’s less painful than having a limb cut off. It hurts a lot. I know because I’ve been cut off.”

That was a joke that no one else could laugh at, and it was a comfort that wasn’t consolation.