Wipe Out the Academy With a Wooden Sword

24. Kwonwang

Hwang Bo Seryeong stretched out his fist.

However, it was not a fist as Lee Do-jin felt.

It wasn’t even a weapon.

It was like a mountain.

A blow.

One shot and one shot were all encounters with a huge wall.

A huge wall that can crush people without leaving any shape behind.

Jap!

Avoided.

Obviously.

But the wind surrounding the fist violently distorted the space. Blood gushed from the side of Lee Do-jin, who was swept away by the storm.

Lee Do-jin suppressed the pain.

With fighting spirit and a sense of self-righteousness.

Damn it!

The wooden sword with a colorless sword and Hwang Bo Se-ryeong’s capital and arms made dozens of battles.

‘It’s not even cut.’

There is no frustration.

Now I am just glad I met the wall again.

Because I wanted to meet a monster like my teacher, Sword Emperor Dan Chun-wu, once again.

“… What about the priest?”

Hwangbo Seryeong asked quietly.

Something that seems to have transcended the world flowed into Lee Do-jin’s ears.

“No.”

“What about martial arts?”

“Reverse Cheering Sword.”

And the wooden sword shimmered.

He unfolded the reverse without hesitation. The colorless black air emitted a light source and gathered into one point.

The 1st second ceremony.

A haze rises from the body. An extreme stabbing that pulled out all the limits of the body.

That was the funeral.

The scenery is disturbed. Hwangbo Se-ryeong used her new skill while watching the group of lights breaking through.

‘That’s enough.’

I don’t even need to adjust my strength.

Hwangbo Se-ryeong, who judged that, threw her fists at her.

A wave of golden light continuously tore through the atmosphere.

The two spears interlocked towards each other.

Kwagwagwagwagwa!

The ground shook. Dozens of stones were scattered in the air.

The colorless and golden monsters collided head-on.

Monsters who ate each other equally. But equality soon began to crumble.

Lee Do-jin laughed. Because she had a gut feeling of victory?

No. It’s because the chuhon is completely broken.

Shards of colorless swords flew in all directions.

Kagagakak!

Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s sword deflected her wooden sword with a harsh grinding sound. The golden light that faced Lee Do-jin’s body exploded brilliantly.

Quaaang!

Hwang Bo Se-ryeong’s fist stuck in Lee Do-jin’s abdomen. Red blood gushed out of Dojin Lee’s mouth.

But she didn’t break down.

It was thanks to the fact that the moment Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s fist pierced her body, her qigong was maxed out.

My legs were shaking. If you sit down like this, it will be over.

With her own defeat.

I am not afraid of defeat.

‘Not now.’

Right now, I just thought that this moment was not the moment of defeat.

A little more. I had to go a little further.

Dantian was boiling.

The airflow of the reverse stream that was circulating through the body increased several times.

Lee Do-jin’s body, which was in front of Hwang Bo-se-ryeong, blinked.

It was Lee Hyeong-hwan.

Phee!

A ray of light passed through Hwang Bo Se-ryeong’s shoulder.

Hwangbo Se-ryeong clicked her tongue as she saw Lee Do-jin swinging her sword one after another.

The punch just now was clearly a valid hit. If they are criminals, they will be crushed to such an extent that they cannot even recognize their shape.

The guy who didn’t even show self-defense endured the attack. Also, it was making quick movements like that of a ghost.

“You are a genius.”

A genius who does not know how to give up.

A genius who does not set limits for himself.

It was always difficult to deal with those guys. Because I don’t do anything called frustration.

Lee Do-jin never stopped teasing her feet. Here, he was aware of himself that stopping was the end. It was because she let out the pain, as if to let her body know it had reached its limit.

‘If you stop, it’s over.’

Raised fighting spirit. The desire to go over a huge wall.

Her fighting spirit was hammered into her own brain.

The pain gradually recedes. Consciousness entered the world of selflessness.

Take a step-

Where you go!

Move the sword.

The blades rained down on Hwang Bo Se-ryeong with a ferocious sound.

Dozens of colorless swords were shattered by golden wind chimes.

Fragments of the sword embroidered the sky.

“Whoa.”

Lee Do-jin caught his breath. It was now the limit. It’s the moment he has to see the match.

I made progress.

The dark night sky and the swaying forest were out of sight.

In his eyes, only the King of Powers, Hwang Bo Se-ryeong, was visible.

He retrieved his wooden sword by the side of his waist.

He had to make a move without allowing the slightest hesitation.

I used the Reverse Celestial Technique to its fullest.

Overheated heat rose from the body like a slow burning fire.

Kwa-duk! Wood deok!

I heard something dislocating in my body. But I don’t care.

The opponent in front of you is an opponent that you can’t even determine if you don’t give your all, or risk your life.

Reverse Cheon Sword

2Nd Herbal New Moon

The wooden sword shone with brilliance and tore through the front.

‘He’s coming.’

Hwang Bo Seryeong simply stood face to face.

To crush the opponent’s best blow by facing it head on.

That was something Hwangbo Se-ryeong had done many times during her lifetime.

A golden river wrapped around her hands.

Originally, the martial arts of the Hwangbo family are heinous. Congenital strong bones born from birth. And the destruction-oriented Kwonbeop that trusted that physical talent.

That was Hwangbo’s pride.

However, Hwang Bo Se-ryeong’s hand did not contain only the sword.

Since Hwangbo was not born with the unique strong bones, he studied martial arts independently from his family for decades.

Therefore, unlike other members of the Hwangbo Sega, her fists even contain graceful techniques to trample her opponent’s attacks.

A golden light source revolved around Hwang Bo Seryeong’s hands. She then stretched out her hands for the tassel of her thunderbolt.

The atmosphere is distorted.

Sweep!

Sakwol flashed her flash and cut off Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s head.

Lee Do-jin believed that. Because a single flash of light penetrated into Hwang Bo Se-ryeong’s neck.

However, Hwang Bo Seryeong’s head did not fall to the ground.

On the contrary, there was a faint smile.

The scratch on the neck was only a shallow wound.

The only thing completely cut was her hair.

Hwang Bo Seryeong smiled brightly.

“It was a hair’s breadth. Ah must.”

Hwangbo Se-ryeong, who twisted her feet and the orbit of the moon with her two hands, did not stop her steps.

In her right hand, a golden airflow condensed as it rotated like a typhoon.

Cheonwang Fist (天王拳)

A golden air current passed through Lee Do-jin’s body.

Kwa-ang

Lee Do-jin’s vision was dark.

And then I opened my eyes again.

She saw Hwangbo Se-ryeong’s face staring at her.

Her beauty was obscured by her wild hair, like a lion’s mane, but her face was unmistakably beautiful.

“… Did I die once?”

“It’s a place where you really won’t die anyway.”

“… It is.”

“It was a short cut. Literally. My neck could have fallen.”

“And that narrow gap is everything in winning or losing. It’s just my complete defeat.”

Lee Do-jin jumped up and raised her body.

She then bowed her back.

“I learned a lot.”

Hwangbo Se-ryeong laughed at Lee Do-jin as she greeted her politely.

“Aren’t you angry? At this age, at this level, you will surely be called a genius in this world. You’re not used to losing.”

“My master also died over a thousand times. What. It doesn’t matter if you lose here. Whether it’s a thousand times or ten thousand times. I would be willing to die if I had a real strong opponent like Hwang Bo Seryeong.”

Lee Do-jin grinned.

“Because you don’t have to lose even once outside.”

Hwangbo Se-ryeong clicked her tongue.

“There is nothing more unlucky than a polite and positive genius.”

Lee Do-jin tilted his head.

“Isn’t Hwangbo a genius too?”

At least she thought that Hwangbo Se-ryeong was much closer to a genius than she was. Just look at her martial arts that she just showed.

“I am not a genius. Was a criminal I just looked… The scenery is beautiful.”

Hwangbo Se-ryeong told her own story in her soft voice.

Like an old man telling old stories to his grandchildren. Staring at the night sky in the world of Mistiltein.

***

On Sunday morning, Baek Hwa-yeon woke up.

She went out for the purpose of spending Saturday with Do-jin Lee, who became her friend, but her outing became too heavy, but she was not disappointed with Do-jin Lee.

Rather, her desire to stand next to her grew stronger.

Baek Hwa-yeon looked at the mirror.

She thought, no matter how she looked at it, she still didn’t look like an adult.

Her own image.

“I already have everything I should have. Friend.”

Overwhelming force required for revenge.

Hands and mental strength without hesitation in defeating the wicked.

Everything she had was exactly what she had hoped for.

“… I want to be like you.”

She wanted to escape from her weak self who was still shaking countless times.

Baek Hwa-yeon repeated her words one last time before picking up her sword.

Large garden.

She started swinging her sword there.

Plum blossoms bloomed along the sword path, and repeated defeat.

Plum blossom petals were scattered.

It was a pure white petal that hadn’t ripened to red yet.

Someone on the second floor watched them. It was Yoo Seol-ah after the sword.

“Although the goal is too high.”

But rather than sitting still and still, it was better to run looking at the sky.

“I should give him some more presents.”

Because it’s not okay for a student’s favorite child to do guest house.

“Hmm. Wouldn’t it be better to give it to them when they come after finishing first place in the mock dungeon special test?”

If you continue to spread like you are now, you might get too scared.