238. Dongbang, Cheonseon Academy (3)
“Heh, hehehehe…”
She stopped looking down at Hwang Bo-jin, whose eyes were turning upside down while biting on the bubble, and turned around.
She was meaningless now.
It wasn’t long before Hwang Bo-jin passed out completely, and the voice of Gwan-ju was immediately heard.
“The victor… The title of Innocence Academy.”
I didn’t like the result, so I declared it after a while.
“Wow!!!”
A powerful shout poured out.
However, unlike when the dance began, almost no shouts could be heard from the Cheonseon Academy.
Perhaps the reason was that Hwang Bo-jin, who was lying on the floor, was so miserable.
They will think.
I wondered if I would end up like that if I went on a mission.
This overwhelming victory would have been enough to instill fear in the heads of the students of the school building on the other side.
If I can be comfortable with my body, I’ll be a villain.
“Does anyone have any crabs? Bring a stretcher and put it away quickly.”
Hwang Bo-jin, who was lying on the floor, is carried out unarmed on a stretcher.
The official who clicked his tongue quickly spoke to me.
“Did you say it was Cadet Zeto? Should I consider that one a while ago?”
“Ah, a warrior doesn’t die just by breaking a bone. Besides, there is a saying that bones become stronger after they are broken, right? In a way, I helped him.”
Of course, it wouldn’t have been strange for an ordinary person to die of shock, but Hwang Bo-jin was unmanned, and he only hit enough to keep him from dying.
“Cheolkeol… You say something funny. After defeating one of the Hwangbo family’s youngsters, you become arrogant…”
The gwanju, who was feverish at my shameless words, laughed as if it was absurd.
“…Okay, the next challenger is on!”
The official muttered a little, then looked for a challenger to proceed with the match again.
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Who will come out now?
I knew very well that this was not the end.
Hwang Bo-jin is counted among three fingers in terms of luck at the Cheonseon Academy, but if you simply look at his skills, he is not even in the top ten.
Students attending Cheonseon Academy are largely divided into two categories.
There are cases in which talent is recognized and students enter the Cheonseon Academy and start learning martial arts, while there are cases where they do not need to go to the Cheonseon Academy because they already have good backgrounds such as Munpa or family.
Of course, the latter characters are inevitably more important.
Then you might be wondering.
Why do they go to Cheonseon Academy?
For Munpa or Sega, ‘Cheonseon Academy’ is a kind of gigantic test ground.
Their goal is to stand on the stage of academy and find out which school has better martial arts and which family has better self-restraint.
Hwang Bo-jin of the Hwang Bo family is also such a case, but he has been eliminated from the race for quite some time.
In the beginning, Hwang Bo-jin’s insignificant talent was not expected too much from Hwang Bo-jin’s family. If she had something that Hwangbo Sega wanted from him, wouldn’t it be enough for her not to disgrace the family?
Anyway, I had to agree with Hwang Bo-jin as a child. The guy who was better than him was full of kicks.
But that doesn’t mean you can beat me.
I tapped the ‘Sierra’ for no reason and waited for the next challenger.
“I’m leaving.”
It wasn’t long before a challenger appeared.
“Jin Sojeo of the fortune teller…”
“Sojeo Jin is already out?”
“This catches fire.”
Even though it was still in the beginning and it was an overwhelming victory, it was only Hwang Bo-jin, so I expected that a prominent figure would appear, but just hearing the fuss of the students at the academy would tell.
The name of the girl who slowly climbed onto the stage was Jin Yeoryeong.
She was a cherished disciple of the Jeom Changpa, to which she belonged, and also one of the two flowers that bloomed on the sky island, and one of the two most beautiful women in the school building.
“……”
Jin Yeo-ryeong, who was on the empty stage, stared at ‘Sierra’ on my waist.
She was a difficult opponent.
If Hwang Bo-jin in the past was only at the top level, she has reached the end of the climax, a stage higher than him.
Jin Yeo-ryeong isn’t the kind of person to go to a place like this, but…
‘…It seems that Chapter 2 of Reverse Heaven stimulated her.’
She was a member of the fortune-telling sect famous for handling quick swords, so it was only natural that she did so.
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“That’s not serious. That blind man.”
“You didn’t ignore it because you were blind, did you?”
“That can’t be the case. What kind of place is Moorim? You have to pay more attention to people like that. Isn’t it?”
Hye, who was standing next to me, waved her hand at my question.
“What kind of person is that?”
“Hmm… Suspicious but handsome?”
“The answer is different from what I expected. And do you still see that face?”
“Then, if you can’t see that face, what’s the catch? What, did you even look at the back of Hwang Bo-jin’s head?”
“…Hey, Sahye. I’m curious.”
“What else?”
Hye of the company asked me in a sullen voice, who suddenly turned away from her words after taking a break.
“His sword, my sword. Which sword is faster?”
Hwang Bo-jin collapsed before he had time to shout surrender.
It was a quicksword that others couldn’t even follow with their eyes, but at least I was able to catch his movements in that fleeting moment.
It started with the flow of energy circulating through his body being reversed.
Soon after that, a sword strike was thrown at Hwang Bo-jin’s right wrist at an explosive speed.
It was enough shock to shatter my bones.
If it wasn’t for the reverse day, Hwang Bo-jin’s wrists would have been cut smoothly.
After that, the chain strikes crushed all the bones of the limbs except for the ribs and skull.
It wasn’t that he specifically used internal energy to improve his physical abilities. That power was derived from sheer speed alone.
That made it even more interesting.
The muscles and bones of Moorim people who operate internal energy are much harder than those of ordinary people. Needless to say, if it was the bones and bones of the Hwangbo family.
However, that blind man shattered Hwang Bo-jin’s bones very easily. The shock was also a shock, but as if he knew where to hit it, he hit the blood in Hwang Bo-jin’s bone with precision.
That’s also a serial attack.
In that respect, although there is a difference between points and lines, I felt that there is a very similar aspect to the four-day sword method.
‘I may be blind, but my sword is sharp.’
The level of identifying weaknesses was much better than mine.
It sounds funny, but his eyes are better than mine.
It was to the point where I was afraid that he might have been blind.
“You sound uncharacteristically weak. Of course you’re faster, aren’t you?”
“This time is different.”
“Hmm… It seems that there are only cowards anyway. How about stepping out first?”
Our company Hye looked around her and said that.
As she said, no challengers have appeared yet.
“That’s why I can’t go out in the rain.”
“…”
I tilted my head to the side.
She was the son of a Tang family famous for poisoning and swordsmanship, so she was reluctant to engage in such a sword dance where watering was prohibited. I can’t see the fun or something.
“So please go out instead of me. Didn’t you hear what the governor said? It’s about building friendships. Is it difficult to get close to a handsome man on behalf of a friend?”
“What if I lose?”
“Well, why don’t you ask something like that? Are you going to get married?”
“Ha, what is a book of poetry…”
I was fed up with Dang Sang-hye’s nonsensical jokes that followed and shed a light laugh and walked towards the non-stage.
“I’m leaving.”
Now, I stood on the empty stage with the expectation that I was used to as I got used to it.
The moment I stepped on the empty stage.
I didn’t even notice the others.
My eyes were focused on his waist.
On the other hand, where are his eyes headed?
“…I am Zeto of Innocence Academy.”
It was unknown.
Mysteriousness is only conveyed from his face covered by white bandages.
“I am Jin Yeo-ryeong of the Cheonseon Academy.”
ㅡSeureung.
After a formal greeting, he drew his sword.
The red single-edged sword was even more beautiful when viewed up close, like a well-carved piece of art.
Anyway, I think I’m dealing with reverse numbers for the first time.
Depending on the arm and grip method of the black mouse, there are bound to be changes in the sword path that can be used.
Once upon a time I dealt with the Left Hand Sword in Haenam, and I remember how difficult it was.
What about his sword?
ㅡSeureung.
My sword was lighter and slightly thinner than a normal double-edged sword.
You can tell just by looking at this sword.
That the sword is specialized for stabbing rather than cutting.
“By the way, I’m more used to stabbing than slashing.”
“……”
At my voice, Jeto tilted his head slightly as if he was puzzled.
“I didn’t want to do an unfair sword dance just because the opponent was blind. It’s a unique sword.”
“You’re kind. Then I’ll ask you one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Is that sword… A special sword for you?”
I looked down at the sword I was holding at his question.
“……”
I couldn’t understand the intent of the question.
This sword was bestowed by Jang Mun-in the day before leaving the headquarters of the fortune teller group for a while and heading to the academy.
Master Jang explained that it was not a sword with a specific name, but that it was a sword he used when he was the same age as me.
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It was not studded with expensive jewels, but to me it was more valuable than any other sword.
“…Just an ordinary sword.”
“Then I’m glad. I don’t want to spend too much time either.”
However, even though he has black hair, it would take a long time to explain this to him, who doesn’t seem to be from the East.
I had to speak with my sword, not with my mouth, as much as I did now on the non-stage.
I took a slow breath.
During that time, I could see that something had changed in him.
So I asked him.
“But why don’t you lift it with a reverse blade?”
It’s because I thought I was doing non-killing for personal reasons because I was holding the blade in reverse when I was dealing with Hwang Bo-jin just before.
“Why should I?”
He nodded his head and replied in a tone that asked if I was asking something like that.
“Surely, even just a moment ago…”
“Unlike last time, I don’t have to bother breaking bones this time.”
“……”
What a strange person.
For a moment, the thought passed through my head at the meaningless answer.
I was able to understand the meaning of that answer only after the sparring began and I exchanged about ten sums with him.
He was… A ‘crusher’.