Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master Chapter 4

Sword Emperor Reincarnated as a Sword Master (4)

‘That’s fast.’

Leonard looked at the rush and gave a brief assessment.

This is not the physical ability of a 14-year-old child.

Leg strength that allows him to jump more than 1 foot (3m) with a single movement of his feet, his upper body held straight while moving like that, and even grip strength that can dent the hilt of a wooden sword.

It was rare for Hwangbose, famous for his martial arts skills, or direct descendants of the Paeng family, who wielded heavy swords, to possess such qualities.

‘As expected, there is some secret hidden in Cardenas’ bloodline.’

We need to know the true identity of Cardenas, the first swordsman who can be said to be the origin of our lineage.

Otherwise, no matter how much you think about it, it will only end up being a baseless guess.

After thinking that far, Leonard laid his body down at an angle.

Huh!

The wooden sword struck sharply past him, and number 157 shouted with a very angry face.

“Take out your sword right now! “I’m really going to kill you!”

“hmm?”

Leonard just shrugged his shoulders at those words.

“Well, it might be too much for your skills.”

“You son of a bitch!”

Number 157, who had crossed the last line, this time attacked not at the body but at the top of the head.

Even with a wooden sword, if it hits such a vital spot, you will die or become an idiot.

Even Cardenas’ strong body cannot end the fight safely if he is hit by the strength of a member of the same bloodline.

‘Then it’s okay if it doesn’t hit you.’

Avoid a vertically falling wooden sword by taking half a step back, and avoid a sword that grazed the tip of your nose and then leapt up again by moving to the side.

He was quick and accurate for his age, but that was about it.

‘You’ve thoroughly hit the basics. I don’t know who taught me, but I learned it well.’

Those who learned well in Moorim were like that.

Only after laying a good foundation through martial arts such as Samjaegeombeop (三才劍法), Six-Hapgeom (六合劍), and Ba-bangdobeop (八方刀法), do they enter ascending martial arts, and grow faster than those who neglected the basics.

Even if it is a complex and difficult martial art, it is the basic skills that ultimately form the framework.

but.

‘It’s so honest. Considering my age, I can’t help it.’

Mixing herbs and threads and breaking established shapes progress too quickly for this age group.

Most of those who are called late Jisoo reached this level after passing Jihak (age 15).

Leonard thought so and held out his hand.

“you… ?!”

Number 157 was frightened by that reckless action, but he could not stop the wooden sword he had already swung.

If things continue like this, 381 hands will be cut off by his wooden sword.

Those who were watching from behind were equally embarrassed.

It was that moment.

Percussion—.

The sound of breaking a hand bone with a wooden sword was followed by a poor sound, as if it had been blocked by a straw.

The operation itself was simple.

He struck off the face of the wooden sword that had been cutting diagonally with his left hand, and used his right hand to hold on tightly to the wooden sword that had lost its strength and speed as it moved to the side.

An acrobatic stunt that proves the overwhelming difference, an empty-handed female white sword.

And before number 157 could react… … .

Bye!

Leonard broke the wooden sword in both palms and punched Number 157’s chin, where he was standing there foolishly.

Number 157 falls apart like a doll whose strings have been cut.

Leonard shook the sawdust off his palm without even looking at it.

‘Compared to before I recovered my memories, there isn’t much difference.’

It was an accurate assessment.

There is no significant difference other than slightly higher physical abilities and stronger aggressiveness. The reason ‘Leonard’ stayed in number 381 was because she did not like hurting others like number 157.

Once a certain level is passed, there is no reason to distinguish between a killing sword and a live sword, but it was an indispensable variable in the fight of children who were not even third-rate.

‘A child who has no hesitation in using violence and a child who is afraid of fighting or pain. If the skills are similar, it’s obvious who will win.’

In fact, Geomje Yeon Mu-hyeok has watched many people fall to their deaths because they lacked that mindset.

These are late-season exponents who have been raised like flowers in a greenhouse, or youngsters who have never experienced actual combat. Even those who hesitate to shed the blood of others due to their inherently soft nature.

Leonard, who was crazy about the knife attack until his name was cut off, could not understand in the end.

“Do you understand the difference in skill?”

Leonard looked at the two people while patting number 157 lying at his feet.

As expected of children from a famous family, their eyes were trembling slightly.

This is not to deny reality, saying that this cannot happen or that it must have been a cowardly move, but rather to recognize the superiority and inferiority of power.

Leonard inwardly praised them and snapped his fingers.

“You two go at it together. Well, it doesn’t matter if you run away.”

The faces of the children who had been backing away without realizing it became stiff.

The result of the two impulses, the instinctive understanding of the difference in skill and the young age of playing, ended in the victory of one side.

Numbers 121 and 98, unable to overcome their shame, pulled out wooden swords.

If it had been a real battle, the two people would have had no choice but to die in return for their recklessness.

‘You’re lucky, kids.’

Leonard hung his hands in the form of a sword and smiled at the two who were approaching nervously. Because I had no intention of going that far with the kids.

Geomje Yeon Moohyeok.

At a time when he did not have a special title to occupy a place among the Ten Lords of Unae, all the titles that represented him were extremely dangerous.

A blood swordsman, a dying guest, a sword demon.

Once he drew his sword, he would not stop until he saw someone’s blood, a personality that scared even the demonic people.

* * *

When the four trainees were bickering early in the morning, there was an eye watching from afar.

A tall bell tower that can overlook the entire training center.

There were people who always stayed on the top floor and watched the trainees’ movements. While instructors patrolled the inside of the building, their role was to observe the entire exterior.

One of the scout knights, commonly known as ‘Owl’, muttered.

“I was surprised. “I can’t believe number 381 was that strong.”

Just before morning training, the four trainees moved to another location and watched, and I saw something that exceeded my expectations.

The reason I knew all their numbers was simple.

The badges worn by the trainees had a device that detected their condition, so that if they moved violently or lost consciousness, the person in charge would immediately be notified.

“Ha, you’re totally having fun.”

In the owl’s view, number 381 had entered the gap between numbers 121 and 98 and occupied the rear.

It would have been over if they had just cut off the back of their heads, but Number 381 was toying with them with their backs completely turned off. I could tell he was saying something because his lips were moving, but I couldn’t tell what he meant because I wasn’t close enough to lipread.

Numbers 121 and 98 attempted a clumsy link attack, aiming for number 381, but they could not even graze the hem of his clothes.

It was right after that.

“Is it over?”

The moment the two people’s breathing became rough due to the continuous attack, number 381 rushed at them like lightning and hit their solar plexus.

The trainees, whose abdominal muscles had weakened due to heavy breathing, fell down in the same position. It was fortunate that I didn’t vomit because I didn’t eat breakfast.

It was a complete victory with no room for controversy.

“Even if that’s the case with number 157, did you fight number 121 and number 98 with your bare hands and defeat them without getting hit once? You look so different from before you went to the medical room. “Is it possible that being stabbed in the head had a positive effect?”

The owl scratched the back of his head and played with his pen, as if he had said something stupid himself.

“You hid your skills? Then why? The child’s details are so clear that there is no possibility that he is a spy. “Because factional strife began, they may have begun to show their power.”

The pen that was running over the report suddenly stopped.

“… hmm?!”

Perhaps due to his mood, it seemed as if 381’s eyes met his as he beat down the three trainees one after another.

However, after looking at the bell tower for a moment, number 381 began to walk without knowing where he was going.

The owl shook its head at the sight.

‘no way. It’s not a distance you can capture without using mana. Still, if you say you felt eyes on you, you have a pretty good feeling.’

A talent equivalent to the sixth sense.

If he was hiding that power, the skills he showed a little while ago are also understandable. If I could sense non-hostile gaze from this distance, I would be able to avoid honest attacks from trainees even with my eyes closed.

The owl even wrote ‘highly likely to possess extra-senses’ at the bottom of the report and put down his pen.

“It will be fun to watch this rider. “It would be good if it didn’t go off too obvious like the last rider.”

Cárdenas’ blood relatives always exceed expectations.

However, as we gathered only those blood relatives and made them compete, we often lost sight of the bigger picture.

Those who recorded the best grades at the training center were almost always members of the direct line, and factional strife usually became a power war centered around them.

“But if it’s not enough for collateral blood relatives to occupy the highest position, if they maintain their position without joining any faction… ?”

The inflection point for this rider might be number 381.

“Let’s wait, number 381. No, it’s number 98 now.”

The owl grinned as he decided to update Leonard’s number.

When you’re bored, you want to go back to the front lines, but the occasional surprises keep you from losing interest.

Before I knew it, Leonard, who had become number 98, was out of his sight and disappeared into the building.

* * *

“As expected, was there anyone watching?”

As soon as he entered the room, Leonard let out a long sigh as his gaze suddenly stopped.

Judging by the direction, it was probably the top of the bell tower.

It was a natural arrangement, as children should not die or be seriously injured while fighting freely. If I thought Leonard was going to overdo it, I would have intervened instead of just watching.

‘I didn’t have any intention of hiding it any further, except for the parts that shouldn’t be revealed anyway, so it doesn’t matter… .’

He even had a feeling that the factional strife would be bigger and more complicated than he expected.

It was quite annoying that in addition to the first group that was coercively recruiting members, there were two other factions, a collateral faction that had begun to unite in the name of opposing the immediate faction.

If they were fighting each other, they could just turn off their nerves, but Leonard, who was starting to show his skills, seemed like an asset they couldn’t afford to miss.

It was a difficult situation for Leonard, who simply did not want to lose his training time, to accept.

“Hmm, that’s difficult.”

No matter what I say, there is no way they will listen, and my ego as a sword emperor refuses to hide my power and humble myself.

A madman who, as soon as he encountered a wall that he could not overcome through training, went all the way to the Heavenly Demon Church and fought for his life. Bending that nature was dozens or hundreds of times more difficult than breaking it.

In the end, Leonard’s conclusion was simply ignorant.

“Knock them all down as quickly as possible. “I guess that’s it.”

Even crowd psychology becomes meaningless in the face of overwhelming power.

Leonard, who was convinced of his policy because he had realized this principle many times as an expert in the flower world, nodded.

It was the moment when the factional strife, which was an annual event at the Cardenas Training Center, turned bloody.

fantasy,