Chapter 36

The Reincarnated Person Became A Professor At The Academy 36

36 – Namgoong Busugi (5).

“Professor Han Seo-jin, when you’re ready to leave, please let me know.”

“Sure.”

Upon the guide’s words, I leisurely strolled out.

I armed myself with a wooden sword and a wooden shield nearby.

The shield hung over my shoulder, facing outward.

“You can give up now.”

“Huh?”

“The senior martial arts instructor for the third year is known for his ruthless hands. He may have caught the principal’s eye with his skills, but he won’t last long.”

So, is he suggesting that I should forfeit the match?

“Don’t overstep your bounds.”

“...Pardon?”

In this world, there are people worth worrying about, but it’s best not to meddle in unnecessary matters.

I turned towards the outside.

The first match is against the senior martial arts instructor.

The one who continuously picks fights with me and Nam Hye-rin, using Nam Gung Mi-re as an excuse.

“I wanted to keep her out of this.”

Well, it’s regrettable.

I wanted to savor the best thing for last.

As I stepped into the arena, I felt numerous gazes upon me.

The most intense gaze came from the senior martial arts instructor, who was radiating a fierce energy.

He doesn’t think he’ll kill me.

But he seemed prepared to inflict some serious harm.

“Oh, by the way, I didn’t even know his name.”

I looked at the billboard and saw the name Nam Gung-hyeok.

“I didn’t expect him to come up. Is that okay?”

He said while looking at my weapons.

A wooden sword and a wooden spear.

Everyone else uses their own weapons.

But I brought a wooden sword and spear as backups.

I had iron swords and spears too.

It doesn’t matter.

I have something to show.

I threw the spear behind me.

And I held the sword.

“...Wait, are you really going to face me with a sword?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I heard that you’re skilled with the spear or your fists.”

“My fists are my main weapon.”

But I am skilled with all weapons.

Among them, I am most confident with the spear and sword.

There’s no need for gloves or gauntlets.

In the past, no matter how amazing or legendary the sword was, it couldn’t withstand my strength.

In my era, during the third chapter, I couldn’t fully control my power.

“Oh, there was actually one.”

The divine treasure held by Cheonma.

That one was truly amazing.

“...But did you take out your sword?”

“Yeah.”

More than enough, it overflows.

No, showing this to you is excessively indulgent.

*

Nam Gung Hyuk looked at Han Seo Jin.

He is an incredibly famous man.

If we only consider teaching, he might be superior to himself by far.

“But he was too arrogant.”

But that’s all there is to it.

That guy is too boastful.

The abandoned son of the Iron Blood Sword Sect.

He might be a little different now.

But still, Han Seo Jin was too enthralled by such a man.

Han Seo Jin adjusted his posture.

He takes on a knightly stance.

Drawing the wooden sword and shifting the center of the body backward.

That posture, familiar. There’s no way not to know it.

‘That.’

Nangungse’s basic sword technique, the posture of Iron Sword Decalogue.

It’s not strange that Han Seojin knows this sword technique.

The real experts all hide it tightly, but a sword technique of that level can be easily found on the YouTube platform.

‘However.’

Suddenly.

Nangunghyeok’s face twisted.

This is a place to prove oneself.

In response to that.

Han Seo-jin let out a sigh. As if it wasn’t fun.

“Is this world mostly about enhancing something?”

“Be prepared. It’s not often that I’ve been able to boost my strength in one go.”

One of the side effects that came with Nam Gung-hyeok becoming stronger.

As the power to enhance the physical body increased, the side effects became more severe.

But in this state, he could even kill a formidable existence.

He had that kind of confidence.

Yet, Han Seo-jin was still relaxed.

With the sword on his shoulder, he looked at himself and flicked his finger.

“Come at me.”

“Be prepared.”

*Kwaaang!*

In an instant, Namgung Hyeok’s new form disappeared.

His incredibly accelerated body was now at least twice as fast as it was just a moment ago.

“Oh my, that speed!”

“I can’t see it!”

The spectators erupted into a commotion.

Namgung Hyeok confidently reached out his hand. His beloved weapon, the Blue Blood, emitted a blue radiance.

Then, he leaped towards Han Seojin, before swinging his sword.

“...What’s this?”

A sense of danger rang out.

It’s dangerous.

Han Seojin was smiling.

His eyes were fixed on himself.

His hand was already in motion.

At a speed even he couldn’t properly control.

He was staring straight at him.

“Ah.”

Eyes shining in blue.

And a sword swinging towards himself.

It’s just a sword.

But all of his senses were screaming danger.

Around the waist, a wooden sword approached with such sharpness.

Kwaaah!!

One strike.

The chief martial arts instructor of Namgung soared to the outskirts with just one blow.

“Cough....”

“The winner is Professor Han Seojin!”

Thud.

Han Seojin casually snapped the neck.

This isn’t even a warm-up.

“This round is the third, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“Call out the next one.”

“What?”

“Next.”

“The next professor is Professor Lee Seokhoon...”

“That guy used a spear, right?”

He dismissed the wooden sword and slung a spear over his shoulder with elemental magic.

“He was one of those.”

Passing by, he noticed students, a guy dividing classes.

He even stuck his tongue out a few times at Yoo Eunchae.

“Professor Lee Seok-hoon is coming out.”

“Arrogant. Surely defeating Professor Nam Gung-hyuk must be a specialty in counterattacks. I won’t support that!”

Hmm.

Is this the benefit of the system? This side seems to have a strong tendency to perceive people through their ‘specialties.’

“I absolutely won’t support it!”

Shield and spear.

An inconvenient combination. Being defensive makes it very easy to drag out time.

‘But what can you do?’

Moonlight.

Moonlight settled on the spear. Such things work against those with similar skills.

Even against the strong.

The difference between the author and oneself is only a slight gap.

Han Seo-jin swung the spear.

Swoosh.

The sound of something being cut.

Before he could say ‘What...’

Han Seo-jin struck Professor Lee Seok-hoon’s mouth with the spear.

Kwaang!!

The flying teeth and the falling Professor Lee Seok-hoon.

“Next.”

Han Seo-jin spoke calmly.