Chapter 127: Who Do You Think I Am? (3)

Sparring.

An act of competing with each other's skills without killing each other.

However, for someone like Han Seojin or Nam Daram, it was difficult not to kill each other.

They had both mastered martial arts, skills honed to kill an opponent.

Therefore, sparring was usually done in a way where the stronger side guided the other.

Or with malicious intent, they might cut off one of the opponent's limbs.

But this sparring was not like that.

'On the contrary.'

It was closer to guidance.

Han Seojin stared at Nam Daram.

It was not the usual face with a carefree smile.

The presence before him was that of a warrior.

Chilling eyes.

Those eyes seemed to see everything about him—his footwork, eye movements, breathing.

As if trying to read everything.

Not bad at all.

Her posture was not bad, and she was not showing any bad habits.

Was this what they called the Supreme Realm?

Was this the level of those considered the best talents in Korea?

'Still not better than my students.'

She was only better than Alves, but only slightly.

If all the students he trained reached their peak…

'Would I end up being just a washed-up old man?'

The thought made him feel a bit sorry.

He looked at Nam Daram.

'Should I teach her a lesson?'

Step.

He took a step forward.

He pulled out his spear.

Spatial trait, Severance.

He took it out from a space created with that trait.

Wind God's Spear.

[The power of the Wind God imbues you.]

His body felt lighter.

A breeze blew gently.

His hair fluttered in the wind.

Han Seojin placed the spear on his shoulder, looking ahead with a relaxed expression.

'Something.'

Nam Daram felt pressured by that stance.

There were many openings.

But none of them were truly openings.

Instinctively, she realized that attacking that place would lead to an immediate counterattack.

'This is a bit too much.'

What was the difference between her and Han Seojin?

The age difference was significant too.

Yet, that man ignored all of it.

Mischievous eyes turned towards her.

"Scared?"

"No way. No matter how young you are, this big sister's experience is still…"

"You're not a big sister, more like an aunt…"

"Hey!!"

Nam Haram shouted without realizing it at Nam Hyerin's words.

Even so, all focus was directed at him.

"If you don't come, I'll go?"

"Oh, will you come? This sister likes aggressive men too…"

Before she could finish her sentence, Han Seojin moved.

Srrk.

His movement was smooth. Yet, in an instant, he was right in front of her.

'What kind of speed is this…!!'

It was incredibly fast!

In an instant, Han Seojin swung his spear.

Claaang!!

She reflexively swung her sword. Her hand tingled. A sign of overpowering strength.

Nam Daram swung her sword.

Whoosh!

The sword rapidly stabbed toward Han Seojin.

Clang!

Han Seojin deflected the sword with his spear shaft and closed in on Nam Daram.

"Little brother, aren't you being too aggressive with your sister?!"

"It's because you're too defenseless, sis."

"…Little brother, I'm an easy girl, you know. I might fall for you already."

"…"

Han Seojin flinched.

Nam Daram's eyes were half-rolled back. A grinning mouth. And a red blush on her cheeks.

'No way, seriously?'

She was infatuated.

Or aroused.

Either way, it was dangerous.

This person. Han Seojin felt more threatened in his chastity than his life.

Han Seojin used Wind God Steps.

His body distanced in an instant.

"Master is weak to the courtship of old maids… note…"

"More like, he's more afraid of being tied down."

At Nam Hyerin's nonsense, Shin Yura spoke.

"You, are you calling our Namgoong sister an old maid?"

"… You, seriously?"

Ignoring their conversation, Han Seojin focused.

He could feel the wind.

The path of the wind was opening.

'Something.'

It was tickling.

He could see more clearly what kind of being the Wind God was.

Wind God's Steps.

It was different from when he first experienced it.

If he had just one more piece, he might have seen something even higher.

'Just a little more.'

Desire filled Han Seojin's eyes.

Recognizing that, Nam Daram sighed inwardly.

'It's dangerous.'

It was hard to show her dignity even now.

Han Seojin was in a state of awakening.

A state of transcendence.

The realm that martial artists dreamed of.

The phenomenon that occurred when one attained the insight to advance to the next realm.

Crackle.

Lightning flashed.

Purple lightning. The power Nam Daram possessed. And it was also her martial art.

Violet Mist Godly Technique.

And Thunderbolt Godly Technique.

Combining the two divine techniques, Nam Daram created her unique martial art.

Purple Thunderbolt Godly Technique.

It imbued Nam Daram's sword.

Step.

Nam Daram walked.

Her phantom-like figure appeared where she walked.

Phantom Step.

Each one a phantom, yet possessing tangible power.

Though she was known as the Sword Saint's sister, she was the youngest to achieve the Supreme Realm.

The most talented prospect in Japan, an equal to Akotsu.

If she had not heeded the call of the spirits and ascended, she might have been his equal.

She swung the sword imbued with Purple Thunderbolt Godly Technique.

Swish!

Dozens of slashes in a single breath.

Lines of purple were drawn in succession.

However, Han Seojin lightly leaped.

Fwoosh!

His eyes glowed blue.

The blue light mixed with a tinge of green.

Han Seojin felt a peculiar sensation.

'Wind?'

This was not wind.

It's a more fundamental force than that.

Something was stimulating him.

From the outside.

Violet electricity.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!!

He deflected them all. Using the spear blade and striking with the spear shaft.

Han Seojin's main strengths were his fists and legs.

That's because mere weapons couldn't keep up with his power.

There were ways to enhance and use them, but they didn't suit Han Seojin.

Swords and spears.

They were all used within the realm of masters.

'The ones wielding swords and blades in the Bloodshed of Mount Hua.'

They couldn't use them better than he could.

Even those who created spears couldn't wield them better than he could.

The sword and spear clash. The spear whirls as it attacks Nam Daram.

Bang!

A sword infused with purple lightning begins to deflect the spear.

Wind wraps around the spear shaft.

Wind.

It enveloped Han Seojin and the greenish spear blade.

'Something…'

Han Seojin thought.

The fight had already been relegated to the realm of instinct.

His body moved in response to Nam Daram's movements. When she attacked, he defended, and when she defended, he attacked.

His body moved with ingrained motions.

Han Seojin's consciousness was already directed elsewhere.

The power of the wind.

The power possessed by the Wind God.

Every time he used it, Han Seojin felt as though something was being consumed.

[A practitioner who has learned to wander freely.]

A resonant voice echoed in his mind.

[The first time was chance. The second is fate. Now, let's see you unleash it to your heart's content.]

And simultaneously, the method of using the spear was imprinted in his mind.

'Oh ho.'

Its name was Wind God Spear.

A spear technique that manipulated the wind.

Han Seojin raised the corners of his mouth crookedly.

'It's closer than I thought.'

Wind God Steps was a movement technique even he couldn't fully master.

It symbolized freedom, incomparable to anything else, and was exhilarating.

However, the Wind God Spear…

'Similar.'

Heaven-Surrendering Martial Art.

It's similar to that.

No, if you compared the overall performance, he was a bit superior.

'Did he say Wind God?'

The movements of the Wind God Spear.

They were imprinted in his mind.

He dismantled the Wind God Spear piece by piece.

And added the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique to it.

Rumble, rumble!!!

Ashen flames enveloped the spear.

A transparent force wrapped around it.

'Wind God Spear, huh.'

Compared to the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, its power is a bit lacking.

However, to put it differently, if not for the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique, using the Wind God Spear as the main weapon wouldn't be strange at all.

And so.

An inspiration.

It struck his mind like lightning.

Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique.

Dominating Soul of the North Wind.

The spear was swung forward.

'Ah.'

Nam Daram saw the ashen wind.

Dominating Wind.

The moment she saw it, she realized.

That it couldn't be blocked.

Swish.

And so with that.

Nam Daram lost consciousness.

"How is Professor Han Seojin?"

At someone's question, Abel pondered for a moment.

He was brutal and unpleasant.

That was Abel's impression of Han Seojin.

But he was capable.

Among the people he had seen so far, he was the best in terms of teaching.

'Of course, he teaches in a very ferocious manner.'

Burning a living person, wrapping heavy iron around their limbs, then throwing them into the water.

Truly ferocious.

However, none of the students gave up on the class.

Everything he teaches is the best training method they have ever experienced.

"He is truly a capable professor."

Abel said with a smile.

A brutal and unpleasant person.

But he was someone Abel owed an immense debt to.

In fact, Abel could even give up his life for Han Seojin.

"Do you know who attacked the academy this time?"

"I don't know yet. However, I can tell you that it is related to the recent fall of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan."

Abel answered the reporters' questions appropriately and ended it.

"Good job."

"Yes, Princess, you also worked hard waiting."

"Ahem."

After talking with the Vampire Princess, Abel headed to the academy.

There was much to do.

They had to hold a joint funeral this week.

'Did he say Demon King?'

Han Seojin had told him a few things.

The identity of the one who attacked this place.

Insect Dragon King.

It was said to be humanity's arch-nemesis, known as the Demon King.

Having seen that being up close, Abel knew.

It was fortunate that the academy was only damaged to this extent.

And Han Seojin's identity also began to reveal itself.

'It doesn't make much sense.'

It really didn't make sense, but precisely because of that, his level was somewhat understandable.

Abel, carrying the Vampire Princess in a princess carry, headed inside.

The goal was to patrol the academy.

Normally, he wouldn't have done it, but Professor Han Seojin mentioned that the dragon veins were strange, so he recently started inspecting them.

He headed inside.

However, it was different from usual.

Other students were gathered, murmuring.

Abel, puzzled, went inside.

"What's the matter?"

"P-Professor Han Seojin and Nam Daram are sparring."

"And?"

"I-I think you need to see it for yourself."

The student stuttered.

Abel, puzzled, looked straight ahead.

—It had lowered.

"…?"

Abel felt it that way.

Low.

The academy's artificial island.

He felt it had lowered.

It wasn't just his eyes.

All his senses were telling him so.

Even the ground he was walking on.

So it felt strange.

'No, what do you mean, lowered, what is this?'

Even though he thought so, it was hard to believe.

The closer he got to the dueling arena where the two had fought, the more he felt it.

'What on earth.'

And Abel realized what had happened.

He didn't know what kind of trick it was, but in their duel, they had 'carved' the island itself.

'What on earth did they do?'

Abel let out a hollow laugh.