The Lazy Young Master of the Jin Clan

'This is damn it!'

The four officials were realizing firsthand that the fame of the Five Great Masters of the Central Plains was indeed not in vain.

"Khahaha! How long are you going to run away! Huh!?"

'How are we supposed to block this!'

Jong Ryeo'ak and Moyong Susu had the same thought.

Kang Cheon's flying sword was like a meteor, and it seemed impossible to block it with human strength.

The ground where the flying sword had fallen was dented as if a real meteor had fallen.

And the faces of the instructors who were watching this turned pale.

"Th-That... don't tell me we have to... again."

"We have to fill it. We have to fill it."

"Keuheuk! Please stop...!"

Despite the instructors' screams, the ten flying swords did not stop.

Kang Cheon poured out his attacks without rest, as if he had a spring of internal energy that would not run dry.

Now there was no place to step on the ground.

At the same time, Kang Cheon's offensive, which seemed as if it would never end, also stopped.

The four officials gathered in a small space where they could barely stand.

"Did you see it?"

"Yes."

At Cheon Gaseong's question, Cheon Yerang nodded her head.

"The weakness?"

"There is none."

"Is that so?"

"But when he moves the flying sword, Elder Kang's movements become slower in contrast."

"Sword control requires a high degree of concentration, so it can't be helped. In that case, that's the only way."

"Don't just talk between the two of you, tell us too."

Jong Ryeo'ak, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, said with annoyance.

Moyong Susu agreed with Jong Ryeo'ak's opinion by nodding her head instead of speaking.

"Will you follow if I tell you?"

"Me? You want me to follow your orders?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't want to?"

Next to Jong Ryeo'ak, who was openly showing his displeasure, Moyong Susu whispered softly.

"Let's listen to Young Hero Cheon's plan for now. We don't have any other way, do we?"

"Tsk!"

It was as Moyong Susu had said.

Jong Ryeo'ak had no way.

"I'll decide after hearing it."

Although Jong Ryeo'ak was still blunt, Cheon Gaseong did not care.

"I and you two will block the flying sword. In the meantime, Cheon Yerang will strike Elder Kang."

"Are we the shields? But why Young Lady Cheon of all people?"

As Jong Ryeo'ak asked as if he didn't understand, Cheon Gaseong answered with a stiff voice.

"Because you two can't even get close to Elder Kang's feet."

It was a cold but true statement.

The two martial artists of the White Moon Palace had leisurely avoided the flying sword.

In contrast, Jong Ryeo'ak and Moyong Susu had to throw their bodies with all their might.

Even in the midst of the chaos, they had seen that clearly, so the two had no choice but to admit it.

"Tsk! Alright. Let's do that."

"I'll follow."

As the two agreed, Cheon Gaseong's plan proceeded quickly.

"Hoho!?"

Looking at the four officials who were showing their fighting spirit, Kang Cheon smiled pleasantly.

'This is the real taste of teaching!'

It was Kang Cheon who was finally enjoying the feeling of being a master.

His first and last disciple, Jin Sohyun, did not have this taste.

He would be lazy whenever he had a chance, and when he happened to get a new teaching, he would absorb it like a sponge absorbing water.

Thanks to that, there was no need to point out anything as a senior in martial arts.

'This is the reason why so-called geniuses are so unlucky.'

A genius among geniuses, Jin Sohyun.

No matter how much he was his own disciple, how unlucky was he?

"Hehehe... this is the feeling of being a master. Today, I will show you all what true martial arts is!"

At the gesture of the very excited Kang Cheon, the flying swords that had been stopped flew up.

"Now!"

Cheon Gaseong, who had been waiting for this moment, gave a signal, and the three, including him, Jong Ryeo'ak, and Moyong Susu, shot forward.

'Cute brats.'

Kang Cheon, who had noticed their plan, was planning to play along moderately.

At his gesture, the flying swords, which had been paired up in threes, fell.

At the same time, the three swordsmen let out a shout and emitted the maximum power they had.

Kwaang— Kwaang— Kwaang—!

Three consecutive clashes.

"Keuk!"

Jong Ryeo'ak poured out his fast sword strikes, gritting his teeth, but his sword qi was all torn to shreds.

Thanks to that, Jong Ryeo'ak, who had not been able to completely block the flying sword, was also sent flying.

"Kyaak!"

Moyong Susu could not block the flying sword at all and flew away like a broken kite.

At least Cheon Gaseong alone had succeeded in blocking the three flying swords.

'Now!'

Cheon Yerang threw her body through the gap that her fellow officials had created.

'Is this the bloodline of Cheon Yushin? A talent that can be called a genius.'

Cheon Gaseong was indeed a next-generation talent with a genius talent.

A talent that made him want to take him as a disciple if he had not been the son of Cheon Yushin.

'On the other hand, the younger sister is outstanding, but her talent is lacking compared to her brother. And yet, what cannot be ignored is... the blue eyes?'

Cheon Yerang's blue eyes, which shone like blue jade.

Unlike the Heavenly Eyes of the Heavenly Flow Internal Art, which could accurately see through not only a wide area but also a single speck of dust on a person's face, Cheon Yerang's blue eyes were eyes that saw through the essence.

'Eyes that read the flow of the world.'

Cheon Yerang, who had been born with blue eyes, was making up for her lacking talent with the power of her blue eyes.

"To find a gap and counterattack... the bloodline cannot be deceived."

Kang Cheon showed a smile with praise to the approaching Cheon Yerang.

"But, it's still not enough."

Cheon Yerang, who had approached right in front of Kang Cheon, gritted her teeth as she saw the single flying sword that had popped out from behind his head.

'The tenth flying sword!'

A single flying sword that had been left alone, unlike the other flying swords that had been paired up in threes.

It had been staying by his side to protect the defenseless Kang Cheon.

It had been waiting for the right time, hidden behind Kang Cheon so that the enemy could not see it.

"Heup!"

Cheon Yerang barely blocked the flying sword, which was imbued with the power of lightning and was flying at a lightning-fast speed.

'The pushing force is too strong!'

Cheon Yerang's footsteps were stopped by the tenth flying sword.

'If I delay, the other flying swords will come back.'

The hidden flying sword was just for buying time.

The other flying swords that had finished their work were coming back.

If the ten flying swords were to regain their positions, there would be no more chances.

"The attempt was good. Isn't that so... Cheon Gaseong?"

At that moment, Kang Cheon extended his hand and struck Cheon Gaseong's sword, which had been extended, aiming for his throat.

"A double feint. The one who was aiming for me from the beginning was your sword. Isn't that so?"

"..."

The face of Cheon Gaseong, who had appeared in front of Kang Cheon, contorted slightly.

As Kang Cheon had said, the one who had been aiming for him from the beginning was Cheon Gaseong's sword.

Cheon Yerang had noticed that the tenth flying sword was hidden through her blue eyes.

So she had become a bait herself and had drawn out the tenth flying sword.

The last chance that had been created like that.

Cheon Gaseong had aimed for Kang Cheon.

But Kang Cheon, who had known all of this, had blocked it.

"An excellent judgment. It seems there is nothing to teach you."

"Thank you."

"In that sense, I will show you something special."

"Keuk!"

At the pressure of the flying swords that were closing in from all sides, Cheon Gaseong bounced his body and got out of the way.

Kang Cheon, who had gathered all ten flying swords with a single gesture, pointed his index finger at the sky.

And then, he slightly turned his head and looked at Jin Sohyun.

"Watch carefully."

"Yes."

As Jin Sohyun nodded his head, Kang Cheon raised his internal energy and raised both hands high.

The ten flying swords that had shot up into the sky rotated fiercely.

Soon, the ten swords gathered their tips into one and created a huge blade.

"The final sword of the Heavenly Hands. The Sword of a Thousand Hands.” 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The ten flying swords that had become one sword descended from the sky to punish the villains.

The three who had faced the Sword of a Thousand Hands inhaled in despair at the difference in power.

'This is the true power of the Flying Sword Hero!'

Cheon Gaseong raised his sword and faced the approaching Sword of a Thousand Hands.

To block it, he had to draw out all of his own power.

At that moment, Cheon Yerang stood facing him.

"I will help too."

Cheon Gaseong did not bother to answer.

Soon, the two raised their swords at the same time.

"Damn it!"

Jong Ryeo'ak, who had been frozen by the appearance of the Sword of a Thousand Hands, which had an overwhelming power, bit his lower lip.

Although his lip was torn and blood flowed, thanks to that, his body began to move.

'If those brats can do it, why can't I!'

With the single-minded determination not to fall behind the White Moon Palace, Jong Ryeo'ak also stood with the two.

The three swordsmen drew out the best sword they could.

"Excellent."

Kang Cheon looked at the three swordsmen who were facing the Sword of a Thousand Hands with a proud expression.

Kwa-aaang—!!

A total of thirteen swords clashed, creating a huge shockwave.

"Did you see it well?"

The ten flying swords gathered to Kang Cheon, who had turned his back with his hands behind him.

"Yes. But it's too difficult for this disciple to imitate. It will take at least ten years."

"You're making it difficult to say that you're too lazy to learn."

"Haha..."

"Keep a good eye on these children."

As Kang Cheon had said, Jin Sohyun took in the sight of the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, who were scattered on the floor without a single one left.

"They are the children who will become your strength in the future."

Kang Cheon's voice and face were more serious than ever.

"The unorthodox faction is too big an existence for an individual to deal with."

"Is that so?"

"If that weren't the case, I would have wiped them out by myself long ago."

Jin Sohyun was quickly convinced.

"Stop lazing around and get up. You have a place to go with me."

"Where is that?"

As the anxious Jin Sohyun got up, rolling his pupils, Kang Cheon grinned with a meaningful face.

"It would be a shame to part like this after a reunion with your one and only disciple after a long time, wouldn't it?"

This is ominous, ominous.

Jin Sohyun absolutely did not want to follow Kang Cheon.

But he had no choice.

It was impossible to run away in a situation where he had seen the ridiculous realm of the Sword of a Thousand Hands with his own eyes.

"Sigh..."

Jin Sohyun followed Kang Cheon with his head hung low, like a livestock being dragged to a slaughterhouse.

The place they arrived at was a private training ground used by the officials.

In that small and narrow place, Kang Cheon took out one flying sword.

"I have shown you the power of the wind, lightning, and the thousand hands."

Kang Cheon raised his flying sword high.

"And what I will show you now is a realm that even I have not reached... a realm that may become the final realm of the Flying Heaven Ten Swords..."

The flying sword that had left Kang Cheon's hand slowly moved forward through the empty air.

"The realm of no-work."

The realm of no-work, which was said to be the final realm of the Flying Heaven Ten Swords.

The flying sword that contained that power was... slow.

It was too slow.

It was so slow that even Yu Useon, who had the worst skills among the officials of the Blue Dragon Daoist Temple, could have avoided it without difficulty.

It was so slow that Jin Sohyun could have yawned twice and still seen it flying.

'What is this?'

Could it be that his master, whom he had met after a long time, had prepared a prank for his disciple?

If that were the case, Jin Sohyun was willing to enjoy it with all his heart.

'My master... a prank like this is always welcome. As long as it's not martial arts training.'

While Jin Sohyun was having such silly thoughts, the flying sword that contained the power of no-work was steadily moving forward.

And the moment the flying sword touched the wall.

It disappeared.

"...Huh?"

Jin Sohyun blinked his two eyes.

The flying sword that had been flying towards the wall had disappeared the moment it touched the wall.

"What... what happened? Don't tell me you've learned some kind of illusionary art without your disciple knowing?"

"Stop with the nonsense and go to the wall and take a proper look."

"Yes."

Jin Sohyun obediently approached the wall that had swallowed the flying sword.

And he realized.

The flying sword had not disappeared, but had passed through the wall.

'I didn't hear any sound.'

He hadn't even heard the sound of the wall cracking.

It had passed through the wall and had flown beyond it without any resistance.

Jin Sohyun, who was stroking the thin hole left in the wall with his fingertips, even felt a chill.

"That is the power of no-work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Kang Cheon vomited blood from his mouth and nose.

"Cough!"

(End of Chapter)