The Reincarnated Person Became A Professor At The Academy 37

37 – Namgung Busugi (6).

Overwhelming.

That was the thought of everyone who watched Han Seo-jin’s match.

At first, he defeated an opponent using a sword with a sword.

Then, he defeated an opponent using a spear and shield with a spear.

“hehehehe.”

In the audience, Lee Geum-sung, also known as Geumsung, stroked his chin.

Capturing Namgung Hyeok is something he can do himself.

But if asked if he can capture him cleanly like that...

“It’s possible.”

Instead, it requires a bit of effort.

Because of his trait [Rage]. Once used, there are things that must be seen to the end.

But that’s not the real problem.

That man...

“He only used basic swordsmanship.”

Namgung Se captured Namgung Se’s with his basic swordsmanship.

There was nothing else added to it.

As it is in the text.

However, that foundation was incredibly shocking.

Could it become like that when the foundation is applied to the extreme?

That was the feeling.

“Could it?”

Even in the midst of the middle-grade, dominating the upper ranks with just the foundation.

When using characteristics, stronger than the upper-grade.

Facing such a person with basic swordsmanship, even with a wooden sword.

Impossible.

That was the immediate thought.

To overpower the author, one must also exert oneself.

Despite being praised as both upper-grade and sword saint.

However, Han Seojin confronted with basic swordsmanship.

No traces of using characteristics are visible.

‘Talent in martial arts.’

And what an incredible talent it was.

“...What the heck is that?”

“Is talent not limited to [education]? How can someone of that age have such skills?”

“Truly frightening. It’s not something you can accumulate overnight. The rumors spreading in the Iron Blood Sword Sect are all baseless rumors!”

Those who appeared to be scouts had contacted someone somewhere.

Others were observing with interest.

At this level, it’s understandable why he became the chief professor.

Even without that, I thought his talent was in [education], but it seems to be related to knowledge after all.

‘That too, a memory related to [lost heritage].’

Lost heritage.

It’s also the reason why the magical realm and the martial world are currently unable to use their power properly.

Staking so much on two geniuses born once every thousand years.

Because of that, both the martial world and the magical realm have experienced setbacks of over a hundred years each.

Geom Seong turned his gaze towards the other side.

There, the head of the Iron Blood Sword Clan was sitting upright.

Geom Seong approached the head of the Iron Blood Sword Clan.

As Geom Seong approached, someone tried to intervene, but...

“...Stop.”

“Yes.”

Geom Seong took a seat next to the clan head.

“You’ve raised him well.”

“Heh, he grew up on his own.”

“Still, you must have learned something from the Iron Blood Sword Clan to be active like that.”

“...It might seem that way.”

The head of the Iron Blood Sword Clan remained silent.

Gum Sung could read one emotion in his eyes.

Confusion and dismay.

Gum Sung smiled inwardly.

The head of the Cheolhong Sword Clan.

That sinister and trash-like thing had shown confusion for the first time.

After subduing the professor who wrote the final book with basic swordsmanship, Gum Sung looked over at this side.

Han Seojin was smiling brightly.

If someone saw them, it might seem like an ordinary master-disciple relationship.

The enmity in Han Seojin’s eyes was apparent to Gum Sung.

“How amusing.”

Gum Sung felt unintentionally rewarded.

He had come out to have a drink once because Han Seojin was making such a fuss.

It felt like discovering a weapon to stab into the back of the Cheolhong Sword Clan.

*

“...Our master sometimes thinks, aren’t you too outstanding?”

Yoo Eunchae’s words.

Without her usual chirpiness, it was a pure sound of admiration.

Wigunak nodded as if agreeing with her.

“Basic swordsmanship and basic spear techniques. It was basic martial arts.”

“They were all orthodox, but you poked at the opponent’s weaknesses. It came unexpectedly at the optimal timing. Some underestimated you at first when you used basic swordsmanship.”

But.

There is no one here who can easily catch an opponent who has reached a similar level as oneself.

“No, maybe there is.”

Sun Woo-hyun pondered deeply.

The title of his master, Cheong-an’s untitled work.

With his unwavering power, it seems possible. After all, he is a transcendent who caused the eruption of the volcanic bloodline.

Those who reached the highest rank among the high ranks.

And the three transcendent beings.

They alone withstood such power and erased all of that power from the world.

That is how it is known among the bloodline.

However.

Lately, doubts have arisen.

Is that man truly superior to Han Seo-jin?

Regarding that.

Judging that a sufficient distance had been established, the instructor announced the beginning of the match.

“Start!”

Neither of them moved.

Nahm Goong Mireyo exuded leisure disguised as arrogance.

Nahm Hye Rin observed her opponent.

Sleek.

It was Nahm Hye Rin who moved first.

Drawing her sword, she observed her opponent.

She infused energy into her blade.

Energy extended. The energy, wound around the blade in a circle, lingered at the hilt and circulated again.

And then, acceleration.

The mysteries of the Spear Archery Great Continuation Art.

Circulation.

Endlessly circulating energy to amplify the refined internal energy.

Cycles and accelerations incessantly spin.

Wooong!!

The sound of swarming bees echoed. My hand trembled. A tremendous force emanated from the sword.

Imperial Sword Form.

It is both a mid-sword and a reversed sword.

The mid-sword begins with understanding the opponent, while the reversed sword begins with knowing oneself.

That was the knowledge injected into Han Seojin.

The world was still too profound for him to comprehend fully.

But if he could grasp just that, he could somehow use the Imperial Sword Form.

Kwoong.

Energy surged through the feet. The energy imbued in the sword surrounded the surroundings.

Certainly, the form of the emperor.

“I still have a long way to go.”

The shadow of the emperor shown by that person was not just this much.

“Hooeup.”

I regulate my breathing.

Although the Imperial Sword Form is close to the realm of reversed sword, its origin lies in the mid-sword.

The mid-sword begins with understanding the opponent.

‘How much do I really know?’

Nam Gung Mire.

The Brain Sword, wielded by a left-handed fighter, has no unique characteristics.

Its traits are only related to the sword.

No, that wasn’t the important thing.

Could I win or not, that was the most important.

And Nam Hye-rin looked at Nam Gung Mirye.

“I can win.”

She felt so sure.

“...What?”

Nam Gung Mirye stopped in her tracks.

Something was pressing her down.

What is it, what’s pressing me down?

She looked ahead.

Nam Hye-rin was there.

She was exuding her energy.

Nam Hye-rin’s sword was humming and shaking. That’s why it was confusing.

Her sword is not a flashy, circulating sword.

She didn’t learn the orthodox sword techniques.

She didn’t even learn the Seven Dragon Heart Technique because it didn’t suit her.

Nam Gung-se studied only the basics at the Nam Gung Clan.

But is such a cycle possible?

‘I don’t know what mischief he’s up to.’

Nam Gung Mi-re can’t lose here.

Because this case involves a lot.

Swish!

He drew his sword. Immediately, he unleashed the Changyong Sword. Sizzle! A blue lightning wrapped around the sword.

And a leap.

Thud!

Quickly approaching Nam Hye-rin with the Brain Dragon Spear. He took a stance to swing the sword.

It was dangerous, but at this level, victory was secured.

Because Nam Gung’s boasted hidden sword is not something the current Nam Hye-rin can handle.

But.

‘...Something.’

His breath caught.

As if a giant mountain had blocked his way.

A tremendous force was felt.

However, is that possible?

In terms of realm, it’s similar.

But even within that, strength differs.

And she is stronger than Nam Hyerin.

Yet.

“It’s unbelievable.”

The momentum that Nam Hyerin feels right now seems higher than herself.

Thwoong.

Nam Hyerin took her stance. She extended her front leg and bent her waist.

She aimed the sword downwards.

Suddenly.

She saw the sky.

It seemed like an infinitely high and blue sky.

Below that.

Nam Hyerin’s shadow loomed.

That shadow looked infinitely large.

Twisting the heavens, like an emperor embracing it.

It felt like an emperor’s shadow, capable of blocking everything even with all the tricks in the world, standing behind Nam Hyerin.

It took that stance.

The same stance as Nam Hyerin.

And.

The sword.

Hwaaah!!

A deep blue sword, as if measuring everything, descended toward oneself.