The Reincarnated Person Became a Professor at the Academy

Chapter 100 – Iron-Blood Sword Clan (2)’

Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

The place is comprised of traditional Korean houses with tiled roofs.

It was essentially a palace.

It is said that they inherited the land of Seoul National University, which was destroyed by monsters in the past, and its size is truly immense.

‘How much money did they spend on it?’

A wry smile naturally came to my face.

However, aside from that, the defenses were well-prepared.

Ironically, the Iron-Blood Sword Clan had all kinds of formations and magic laid out.

Formations and spells.

The better prepared they were, the more tremendous their effects.

During wars or territorial disputes, strategists and magicians were always desperate to recruit them.

Given that, I concluded that the front gate had the weakest defense.

‘There are quite a few skilled individuals here too.’

I looked at the front gate.

There were people who looked like gatekeepers.

Their level was quite high.

Just a gatekeeper, at the level of coming and going in the middle.

In other words, they weren’t even worth warming up for.

“Just go to sleep.”

Thud.

I struck the back of his neck, and he collapsed without even reacting.

“Young master…?”

“Why suddenly here…?”

Two men collapsed just like that.

I kicked the large door as it was.

“Come here!!”

BANG!!

I kicked the door open.

Then, I felt countless presences.

It’s because of the formation that blocks presences.

Since I had seen through it from the beginning, I knew, but if someone had invaded here for the first time, they would have certainly been flustered.

“What’s going on!”

“What’s with the sudden explosion? Monsters?”

Those training were utterly astonished.

Yet they moved in an orderly fashion. To take down the intruder, or what they assumed to be a sudden invading monster.

“Who dares to step into this place without the permission of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan!!”

And those inside exuding an immense killing intent.

Countless warriors began to gather before me.

It took only a minute.

In that short time, around 300 people had gathered.

Whistle.

Quite a spectacle.

I whistled softly.

One superior fighter.

Twenty-four intermediate fighters.

Two hundred seventy-five novices.

‘They said they were the top of the Five Great Clans.’

Indeed, it seemed so.

Even the Wi family couldn’t respond this quickly. Nor could they gather this many people in a hurry.

The top of the Five Great Clans and a family that couldn’t even enter their ranks had this much power.

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They looked at me with a suitable amount of murderous intent.

‘This.’

Their level was quite high.

It was to the extent that, if it weren’t for me, I would have felt endangered.

“Young master? Why are you here? No, more importantly, for what reason…?”

“A joke?”

“…Your joke has gone too far. What exactly are you doing?”

“Well, it’s nothing special.”

There were countless reasons.

The son of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan, Han Seojin.

They performed human experiments on him, leading to his death.

In most cases, when I possessed someone, it was because the original owner of the body had died, causing me to settle there.

Therefore, this was revenge for the deceased Han Seojin.

‘You’ve crossed the line.’

Originally, I planned to take more time—to destroy the perpetrators thoroughly.

But I had run out of time.

The Insect Dragon King.

He did something to plan his resurrection. And the place that seemed to be cooperating was the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

It’s just my intuition.

‘My intuition is pretty accurate.’

I quietly prepared for war.

I took out the items I had collected in my previous life.

All to defeat them.

A brief standoff.

More people arrived in the meantime. The number reached a staggering 500.

“This should be enough.”

“What do you mean? Anyway, you need to come with us. We can’t just let this incident slide.”

A tone that treated me like a troublemaker.

In fact, I was a troublemaker.

Han Seojin had engaged in some reckless behavior due to a lack of attention.

Even wrong attention was twisted into a form of affection in his mind.

I quietly took an item out of my bag.

Liberator’s Essence (A+).
It is infused with a massive amount of negative energy.
It was simply the refined power of the Glacial Heavenly Moon.

That in itself had the effect of a powerful elixir or a potion with excellent healing properties.

But there was a better way to use it.

I clasped my hands together.

The act of forming a seal.

My eyes began to glow blue.

My Heavenly Eyes started to operate to the extreme.

And what manifested was…

‘Glacial Heavenly Moon.’

Ice formed destructively.

Ice Realm.

Crackling!!

Rattling!!

It froze the surroundings, and threads like spider webs spread in all directions.

They began to bind all 500 people gathered here.

“Such a pitiful trick! Even if you are the young master, I can’t forgive you this time!”

Said the warrior, revealing his murderous intent.

He drew his sword, cut through the spider webs coming toward him, and charged at me.

I picked up a sword.

I hadn’t used a sword much in the past. It wasn’t as good a weapon as a spear, and at close range, I mostly used my fists and feet.

I possessed the Wind God’s Steps, allowing me to move faster than anyone else, and I took pride in my ability to win any hand-to-hand combat.

But now, I held the sword.

Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

To bring down the Iron-Blood Sword Clan.

I had seen the swords used by those Iron-Blood Sword Clan bastards a few times.

Sword Techniques.

They had refined their sword techniques into an art form. A fusion of traits and martial skills.

That might be their achievement, but…

Srrrng.

I drew the sword. It had been a while since I held a sword. And it had been a while since I wielded one.

It was a weapon I left behind in China during my third life.

The Dark Demon God Sword.

The black blade gleamed menacingly.

Hum.

The sword hummed softly. As if greeting an old friend after a long time, warmly.

The sword imbued with a spirit, clung to my hand.

Smiling inwardly, I swung the sword as it was. Enveloped in energy.

Boom!!

An enormous explosion erupted.

The mana, condensed to its limit, exploded a warrior who lunged at me without leaving a trace.

“Nonsense.”

A reaction as if witnessing an impossible result.

‘I wanted to keep it hidden until the end.’

My prowess was atypical, being strong enough to eliminate those a level higher than me easily.

So, to create fewer enemies, I deliberately silenced or killed witnesses.

But this time, it seems a bit difficult.

‘Too many people witnessed it.’

And many more will witness it from now on.

“Are you going to charge?”

A lazy, indifferent voice.

At Han Seojin’s question, the warrior shook his head.

“Then that’s settled. Stay here quietly for just 30 minutes.”

Han Seojin left after saying that.

In an instant, his form vanished like smoke.

‘What on earth is this….’

He couldn’t understand what was happening.

Why did Han Seojin attack this place?

How could Han Seojin kill a senior warrior in a single blow?

And how could he not even catch a glimpse of his form with his own eyes?

This wasn’t a level, just a few steps above his own.

In Korea, there were barely ten people at the level of a family head.

Even if someone like him tried to block, he would be killed in a single strike, and they would move forward.

“Se-senior warrior. Th-this is….”

“Report it immediately!! Set the family on high alert…!”

The senior warrior shouted and turned around.

Ice Realm.

Was that what he called it?

Han Seojin had used magic to bind all the warriors.

‘Huh…’

500 warriors.

All the warriors, except for the high-ranking ones, were frozen with a single spell.

The frozen threads, like spider webs, were slowly trying to ensnare them.

Starting from the outside, they were slowly invading the inside.

Only then did the outline of a plan become clear.

‘No way.’

Han Seojin’s objective was.

“An intruder! An intruder has breached the outer wall!”

“The enemy is a mage and a warrior! Everyone, be careful!”

“Young Master Han Seojin?! Why would the young master… ugh!”

Voices of chatter were heard.

He calmly moved along the path, gathering information.

‘Their defenses are good.’

As if they practiced every day.

It wasn’t something that could be achieved with ordinary training.

Only continuous large-scale training against external threats could make them move so swiftly.

‘Why on earth?’

Although it was originally a possibility—.

Reviving the Insect Demon King and stopping those who interfere in the process.

Suspicion was gradually solidifying into certainty.

While in though, more beings were revealing themselves.

About ten people.

Each exuding an overwhelming aura was blocking my path.

‘I guess I’ll have to push myself a bit.’

Even for me, this won’t be easy.

Therefore, it had to be a short battle.

Taking a quiet, deep breath, I dashed forward quickly.

“You’ve gone too far with your pranks, young master. But I, the third elder, am deeply moved. To think you now have the skill to break down part of the Iron-Blood Sword Clan’s wall.”

“Who are you?”

“I am a sibling of your mother, young master. Since you say you’ve lost your memory, it seems to be true.”

“That’s not what I meant. Are you the ones blocking me or not?”

“…You must stop here. Up to this point, it’s still okay.”

The one who introduced himself as the third elder was trying to stop me.

‘How laughable.’

A smile crept on my face.

Because his actions were amusing.

A disgusting smell brushed past my nose.

Deception.

A wicked force was consuming my entire body.

That guy, the one called the elder, was undoubtedly corrupted.

He surely agreed to Han Seojin’s human experiments. And yet, he says it’s for my sake. It’s utterly laughable.

‘Hypocrisy has its limits.’

I raised my sword.

Should I use the Heaven-Surrendering Godly Technique? I shook my head.

There is something more fitting.

Heavenly Demon.

Her divine art.

Heavenly Demon Godly Technique.

Asura Demon Heavenly Sword.

A beam of black light poured out from the tip of my sword.

The moment he saw my sword, his eyes widened.

“How could you have the Heavenly Sword…”

The third elder.

Those were his final words.

Heavenly Sword. As expected, she must have rampaged here for quite a while.

I smirked and pointed the sword at another guy.

“Next.”

Come out quickly. There’s no time.