Fortunately, when Namgung Jincheon said he would do his best, he didnât mean he was going to use all his strength to kill Seo-jun.
It simply meant that he was going to take the sparring match seriously.
"Phew."
Seo-jun finally let out a sigh of relief.
No matter how brave he was, he had no intention of fighting to the death with a martial artist in the Flowering stage just yet.
Although he wasnât sure about other Flowering stage warriors, Namgung Jincheonâs aura was on a completely different level than the martial artists Seo-jun had encountered so far.
His aura was like the deepest part of an endless sky, akin to an abyss. Even Seo-jun felt it was too early for him to challenge such power.
âCome at meâ¦â
Namgung Jincheon took the opening stance of the Heavenly Void Swordsmanship, waiting for Seo-jun to make the first move.
Seo-jun scratched his head, reminding himself that giving it his best would benefit him as well. He drew his sword.
âIâm coming.â
What should his first strike be against this potential father-in-law?
Though he would give it his best, he couldnât use his demonic energy. He didnât want to stir up unnecessary trouble.
So, one of the orthodox martial arts he had learned would have to do. Most of what he had learned was from the orthodox schools anyway. After a brief moment of contemplation, he let his instincts guide him.
Swish!
Seo-jun slid forward like he was gliding on the ground. The energy of the Yellow Dragon imbued his sword as he moved with the Yellow Dragon Crossing.
Yellow Dragon Breaks the Sky.
His sword, which had been aimed at the ground, soared upward toward the heavens.
Boom!
As the dragon's maw opened wide, Namgung Jincheon responded effortlessly.
Clang!
His upward block twisted the trajectory of Seo-junâs sword. The skewed path caused Seo-junâs sword to cut through the air, and with a light flick of his wrist, Namgung Jincheon thrust his sword.
Swish!
Seo-jun dodged by tilting his head to the side, his eyes widening in surprise. It was fast. And concise. In just two simple moves, not only had his technique been neutralized, but a counterattack had been delivered.
As expected, he couldnât match Namgung Jincheon in swordsmanship.
Seo-jun leaned into his fall, using the opportunity to summon plum blossoms at his feet.
He stepped on the blossoming flowers to put some distance between them, then brought his hands together, merging yin and yang.
Heaven and Earth Unified Technique.
He directed the energy toward Namgung Jincheon and unleashed an explosive blast.
âHooâ¦â
Namgung Jincheon murmured in admiration, calmly raising his sword.
The sky. The line drawn by his sword extended endlessly outward.
As Seo-jun blinked, his mind snapped back to reality, and he quickly corrected his stance.
Thud!
The force of his foot hitting the ground left him aching. As his heart raced, Seo-jun focused on Namgung Jincheon.
âThat wasâ¦â
âThe Heavenly Void Swordsmanshipâ¦â
It was completely different from Namgung Suaâs version. Seo-jun finally understood what had just happened.
Namgung Jincheonâs sword had suppressed the entire area, and Seo-jun had nearly lost consciousness and collapsed.
Even now, the weight of Namgung Jincheonâs sword still bore down on the space. Seo-jun took a deep breath, gently touching the energy around him.
âHooâ¦â
The pressure lifted. Namgung Jincheonâs eyes gleamed as Seo-jun suddenly twisted his body.
Roaring Spirit Technique. Seo-jun forcefully unleashed his internal energy, spinning his body as he swung his sword. The technique carried the essence of the Wang Family Swordsmanship.
Boom!
Namgung Jincheon blocked the strike with a single swing of his sword, tilting his head slightly.
âSwordsmanshipâ¦?â
In the brief moment when Namgung Jincheon swung his sword, Seo-jun had closed the distance between them.
It was neither too close nor too far. His sword didnât reach, but it wasnât far away either.
âHup!â
Seo-jun exhaled, and plum blossoms bloomed around him.
Whoosh!
The red and blue plum blossoms filled the space.
Just like that time when Namgung Sua had filled the sky with plum blossoms, Seo-jun covered Namgung Jincheonâs sky with his own.
With his vision obscured by the flowers, Seo-jun raised his sword.
The sky. He took what he liked from Namgung Sua and Namgung Jincheonâs techniques and added it to his own sky.
Sky Crushing.
Lightning imbued his sword.
Namgung Jincheonâs eyebrow twitched. No way⦠It couldnât be. It was impossible. There was no way anyone could imitate a martial technique after seeing it once, let alone capture its intent. That was something only a god of martial arts could do.
At the same time, the carefully calculated plum blossoms merged and exploded.
Boom!
Everywhere but where Seo-jun stood was engulfed in explosions. In the midst of the destruction, Seo-jun brought his sword down.
Rumble!
The massive pressure didnât just concentrate the explosion in one place but added a crushing force with the descending sword.
It was a merciless attack that would reduce most martial artists to ashes. But Seo-jun wasnât worried. If anything, he was more concerned about his own safety.
Flash!
Look. The sword that cut through everything soared to meet Seo-junâs.
Woongâ
A strange vibration resonated, and Seo-jun felt his sword lighten.
âThis isâ¦â
At the same time, Namgung Jincheonâs sword gently spun upward.
Boom!
The shockwave from the two swordsâ clash ricocheted into the sky.
Seo-jun stared at the shredded clouds above, his mouth hanging open.
âThis is insaneâ¦â
This was the head of the Namgung family. And his sword.
Even in the midst of such an assault, Namgung Jincheonâs clothes hadnât been touched.
Seo-jun chuckled dryly and touched his cheek. The last impact had slightly grazed it, leaving a faint cut. His hand came away with a smear of blood.
âDo we need to continue?â
âNoâ¦, thatâs enough.â
Namgung Jincheon gripped his sword with both hands and lifted it above his head. Seo-jun flinched.
âUh⦠you said that was enoughâ¦â
âIt is enough⦠This sword is merely for you to seeâ¦â
Slowly, Namgung Jincheonâs sword descended.
Seo-jun, who had been startled for a moment, closely observed the sword. But there was nothing particularly extraordinary about it.
When the sword finally stopped, Seo-jun felt a warm breeze brush against his cheek.
ââ¦â¦!â
His eyes widened as he touched his cheek. The wound had healed. It was as if it had never existed. Even though Seo-jun had incredible regenerative abilities, this wasnât something he could have done himself. He stared at Namgung Jincheon.
âDid you feel anythingâ¦?â
âLiving Swordâ¦, is it?â
âYou could call it thatâ¦â
Namgung Jincheon sheathed his sword. Despite not breaking a sweat during their sparring match, his forehead was drenched.
âThe Heart Sword⦠Iâve only grasped a fragment of itâ¦â
ââ¦I donât think thatâs something you should say âonlyâ about.â
âNo, itâs just that muchâ¦â
Namgung Jincheon gazed absentmindedly at the sky.
The clouds that had been torn apart by their clash were now scattered, re-forming into separate clouds.
âIt has become a meaningless sword⦠Itâs too late⦠Itâs all because I wasnât good enoughâ¦â
After a while, his gaze shifted from the sky to Seo-jun.
âYour sword is lacking⦠Pure swordsmanship alone cannot follow the path youâve achieved thus farâ¦â
âYes.â
âBut in terms of controlling energy, youâre exceptional⦠When you reach the Flowering stage, your potential will fully blossomâ¦â
The Flowering stageâwhere one could control the natural energy around them. If Seo-jun reached that level, he would be able to wield a form of martial arts that surpassed that of other martial artists.
âBut no one knows when that time will come⦠You may be too late, just like meâ¦â
Namgung Jincheonâs empty gaze met Seo-junâs, and for a moment, Seo-jun felt his mind growing distant.
High. Seo-jun was certain. Namgung Jincheon stood at the very edge of the Flowering stage.
âI will teach you swordsmanship⦠Though itâs a mere commonerâs swordsmanship⦠as a senior who has walked this path ahead of youâ¦â
Woongâ
Just as Seo-jun was about to respond, Namgung Jincheon listened to his swordâs hum, tilted his head, and asked,
âHusband, how long have you been practicing martial artsâ¦?â
âUhâ¦â
Seo-jun roughly calculated the time.
âItâs been over a year, but not yet two.â
âTwo yearsâ¦?â
âYes.â
âNot twenty yearsâ¦?â
âRight.â
âHmmâ¦â
Woongâ
Namgung Jincheon nodded as he pressed his ear to his sword.
âHusbandâ¦â
âYes.â
âForget what I just saidâ¦â
âHuh?â
âA mere commoner tried to teach a genius⦠Youâre progressing well, so donât worry about my wordsâ¦â
âUh, okayâ¦?â
Namgung Jincheon shook his head.
âA genius walks their own path⦠If you want, I can still teach youâ¦, but it doesnât seem necessaryâ¦â
âYou said my swordsmanship was lacking, didnât you?â
âAt your level after two years, your swordsmanship is not lackingâ¦â@@novelbin@@
âAh.â
Still, having the head of the Namgung family offer to teach swordsmanship wasnât something Seo-jun could easily pass up. He made a mental note of it.
After observing Seo-jun for a moment, Namgung Jincheon glanced at Namgung Sua before turning away.
âI apologize, but I need to rest⦠If you need anything, just ask Suaâ¦â
Shhhâ!
A sword flew from Namgung Jincheonâs waist and floated in the air.
As he sat atop the sword, Namgung Jincheon spoke with a sigh.
âSuaâ¦â
âYes, Father.â
âMyeong was looking for youâ¦â
âI seeâ¦â
Namgung Jincheon glanced briefly at Chunbong, gave a small nod, and then vanished. It was as if different frames had been spliced togetherâhe disappeared in an instant.
He had flown away on his sword with incredible speed, so fast it seemed like he had simply vanished.
Could Seo-jun block a sword flying at that speed?
As he pondered this, Seo-jun chuckled dryly and looked at Namgung Sua.
âYour fatherâs really strong.â
âYes, he isâ¦â
Namgung Sua smiled weakly.
Seo-jun, surprised, exchanged a glance with Chunbong. Do you know something? Chunbong shook her headâshe didnât know either.
As Seo-jun was contemplating what to do, he sensed someone approaching quickly.
Since this was the family headâs private training ground, it had to be someone important.
Glancing at Namgung Sua, he saw that she looked slightly flustered.
âSister! Youâre back!â
âMyeong.â
A young man landed gracefully in the training ground, greeting Namgung Sua warmly.
His face bore a striking resemblance to Namgung Jincheonâs.
âCould it beâ¦?â
Seo-jun tilted his head in question, and Namgung Sua nodded.
âThis is Myeong, Namgung Myeong.â
âHeâs your brother?â
âYes.â
When Seo-jun gave Namgung Myeong a slight nod, the young man immediately bent at a ninety-degree angle.
âOh! Iâve heard about you, Brother-in-law!â
âUh, rightâ¦â
At the word âbrother-in-law,â Chunbongâs expression twisted into a scowl. Seeing this, Namgung Myeong quickly bowed again.
âIâve also heard about you, Sister-in-law! Please take care of me!â
âUh⦠rightâ¦â
Chunbong exchanged glances with Seo-jun, then quickly sent him a message.
[Whatâs up with him? Is he really her brother?] [She said he is.]
In any case, he was completely different from Namgung Jincheon.
âMyeong, everyone just arrived today, so theyâre probably tired. Letâs talk tomorrow, okay?â
âOh! Of course! Iâm sorry! Please rest well!â
Namgung Myeong bowed at a ninety-degree angle again before swiftly disappearing.
Seo-jun let out a dry laugh.
âWhat a fascinating family.â
âRight?â
Namgung Sua smiled as usual, her earlier weariness completely gone.
But that only made Seo-jun more concerned.
Was something bothering her?
Seo-jun scratched his head.
âSo, where should we stay for the night?â
âOh, Iâll show you right away.â
As he watched Namgung Sua lead the way, Seo-jun bit his lip, deep in thought.
âThis feels strange.â