The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

133. I Will Become the Sword Saint!

Swish!

The sword, also known as the king of all weapons, is the most popular weapon in the martial world. In fact, if we’re just talking about raw superiority, the polearm takes the crown as the king of cold weapons. In the imperial army, polearms were commonly used.

However, to be realistic, while polearms have the advantage of power and reach, they are long and heavy, making them inconvenient to carry.

On the other hand, swords are portable and can be drawn and swung anytime, anywhere.

Moreover, in this medieval isekai with Ming dynasty vibes, polearms are military weapons, akin to modern K2 assault rifles.

If civilians, especially those in martial sects, were seen using polearms in a group, they’d be questioned, “Are you plotting a rebellion?”

Even with the principle of inviolability of official affairs, the imperial family isn’t dumb enough to overlook rebellions.

Therefore, the sword is indeed the king of all weapons in the martial world. Furthermore, unlike reality, there were martial arts and internal energy in this martial world. Naturally, since swords were frequently used, martial arts developed around them. The techniques associated with swords are probably the most numerous.

So, the sword being the king of all weapons is a fact, at least within the limits of this isekai’s medieval martial world.

What about a man who masters this king of all weapons?

‘Of course, he would be the most popular man in the martial world.’

The title of Sword Saint is reserved solely for the world’s greatest swordsman. I was aware that my predecessor, who was a peak swordsman in his past life, received countless love letters.

‘I will become the Sword Saint.’

I would wear the title my predecessor held.

But you can’t just become a Sword Saint in one go. You must climb up step by step. The first step is the title of Sword Dragon. From Sword Dragon to Sword Severing, Sword King, Sword Master, Sword Emperor, and finally Sword Saint, I needed to level up these titles.

For that, I needed to earn the title of Sword Dragon. There would be no bigger spectacle than defeating the great prince of the Namgung family, the top orthodox swordsmen.

Namgung’s faction is recognized as the best swordsmen in the world. If I can defeat Namgung’s sword, all the women of the martial world will swoon over my sexy swordsmanship.

Hehehe…

Whoosh!

I drew my sword. The pressure from the Changgung Muae Geom weighed down on my skin. The intangible energy radiating from Namgung Cheong dominated the space around us.

Namgung Cheong is the Prince of Elegance. But his sword skills are genuine. He has reached the peak.

When someone breaks through to the peak at only a teenager’s age, they are said to surpass the post-stimulation indicator.

Namgung Cheong surpassed this level, befitting of what would be known as the supreme master of Hwakyung.

Even so, he has merely reached the peak.

‘If I reveal my absolute power in the super peak, I could easily suppress Namgung Cheong… but…’

The problem is, I can’t show all my power right now.

It’s clear that I’ve been marked by the Hyulma. If the world were to know that my outward achievements are known as super peak?

Reaching the peak in one’s teens is an achievement worthy of being called a prodigy. But super peak is an entirely different matter. If someone reaches super peak in their teens, that’s an achievement beyond the categories of prodigy.

It would not be an exaggeration to call it a gift from the heavens. It’s only natural that the overly cautious Hyulma would be more vigilant about me. As his wariness increases, troublesome events will certainly arise.

To quietly become the influential shadow ruler of the orthodox martial world and establish the Three Storey Tea House, I must conceal my power. Just at the peak level.

I infused my energy into the sword. Vroom! The sword buzzed, the blade vibrating as black sword energy enveloped the sword’s spirit.

Thud.

I kicked off the ground and leaped while stepping on the Defensive Technique of Flowing Cloud and Water. Namgung Cheong’s attention shifted toward me. The intangible energy emanating from him concentrated on me.

The intangible energy tried to bind me like a web, obstructing my movements.

“…”

Namgung Cheong looked at me with a serious expression. The attributes represented by Namgung’s sword are the vast sky and the emperor.

Like the immense sky, noble and infinite, simply standing with the aura of an emperor can immobilize the opponent. This is the philosophy encapsulated in Namgung’s sword.

Do you understand the philosophy behind this sword?

Yet, calling oneself an emperor?

These techniques are perfect for framing one as a rebel. Who do these rural noble brats think they are claiming to be emperors? They’re asking for it.

For the sake of our emperor’s future, I have to eradicate this rebellious group claiming to be emperors here.

At the moment Namgung Cheong’s intangible energy bound me, I utilized the Primordial Unity Technique. The duality of yin and yang swiftly fell under my control. Channeling my energy through the Gongdong Sect’s unique reverse blood path, explosive power surged forth.

Having freed myself from the restraints of the Changgung Muae Geom, I swung my sword wrapped in black energy toward Namgung Cheong.

“!?”

Namgung Cheong’s eyes widened in surprise. As he realized I had broken free, he didn’t lose composure like a true prince should. He quickly raised his sword to block my attack.

Clash!

Blue sword energy erupted from Namgung Cheong’s sword colliding against my black sword energy, generating sparks. Intangible force surged and swept across the vicinity.

The sound of metal clashing echoed around us.

Hehe.

I grinned like a grown man, moving as sexily as possible while exchanging blows with Namgung Cheong.

My movements were closer to a sword dance than a mere martial contest, causing a frown to form on Namgung Cheong’s face.

*

Clang!

Lee Cheol-soo’s sword traced chaotic black lines in the air as it moved in a strangely precise manner.

Clash! Namgung Cheong hardened his expression while blocking Lee’s blade with the Changgung Muae Geom.

‘Is Gongdong’s Demon this strong?’

Namgung Cheong was increasingly flustered.

The reason he challenged Lee Cheol-soo was due to his confidence in winning. He knew that a year ago, Lee Cheol-soo had defeated So Geom-hu in a martial contest.

However, So Geom-hu was only at the rank of first-class. No doubt, reaching first-class at that age is an achievement, but it is nowhere near Namgung Cheong, who has reached the peak.

Thus, Lee Cheol-soo’s achievement was likely just first-class. Hence, Lee should have been no match for him.

But So Geom-hu has feelings for Lee Cheol-soo. So, his plan was to defeat Lee in front of everyone and win confirmation of his feelings from So Geom-hu.

That was Namgung Cheong’s plan. However, that plan shattered the moment their swords clashed.

Clang!

Namgung Cheong brandished his sword infused with soaring sword energy to block Lee Cheol-soo’s attack. The energy released from their swords skimmed past Namgung Cheong’s cheek.

Namgung Cheong furrowed his brows.

‘This little swordsman’s achievement is… surpassing my expectations!’

To the spectators, it appeared that Namgung Cheong and Lee Cheol-soo were evenly matched, exchanging blows. But Namgung Cheong knew.

‘This little swordsman is holding back, letting me…!’

Right now, Lee Cheol-soo was not fully utilizing his power. He was toying with him. Though they seemed equally matched on the surface, the more they exchanged strikes, the further Namgung Cheong was pushed back.

Hehe.

A sly smile spread across Lee Cheol-soo’s face.

‘That smirk— Is he toying with me, the prince?’

Namgung Cheong’s frown deepened.

Am I really going to lose to Lee Cheol-soo while playing around like this?

‘Not a chance!’

Namgung Cheong clenched his teeth.

As a prince of the Namgung family, destined to inherit the sect, he had to show the world that the Namgung sword may bend but would never break.

Whoosh.

The chi resembling a high blue sky surged from Namgung Cheong’s dantian. Following the principles of the Great Sky Spirit Technique, his cultivated energy shot towards Lee Cheol-soo. Namgung Cheong raised his sword high to the heavens.

With that, an overwhelming aura of intangible energy erupted from him, enveloping the area.

Emperor’s Sword Form.

The ultimate ascension technique known only to the Namgung family. It was the peak of Namgung swordsmanship handed down from the family’s legacy.

The blazing blue sword energy swept across the surroundings, pressuring the unarmed spectators.

“This tremendous aura is…”

“It must be the Emperor’s Sword Form!”

“I never thought I’d witness the Emperor’s Sword Form from the Namgung family.”

“It seems like I’m seeing this for the first time in ages.”

“Lee Cheol-soo might be stronger than the rumors say…”

As the post-stimulation viewers whispered remarks while watching the battle, Namgung Cheong, feeling the surge from his base, trembled with a rush of exhilaration, turning to Lee Cheol-soo.

“Come forth, little swordsman.”

A showdown that would befit his dignity, and without regrets.

The match started with Cheon Sobin.

However, in Namgung Cheong’s heart, there was no trace of So Geom-hu, Cheon Sobin. Instead, his eyes burned with ambition against his rival, Lee Cheol-soo.

*

‘What the hell? Has he lost it?’

I glared at Namgung Cheong, who unleashed the Emperor’s Sword Form, cursing inwardly.

It was only natural to be shocked when the opponent suddenly shifted gears in a friendly contest, but the fervent gaze from Namgung Cheong toward me was far too intense! Unlike my predecessor, this guy looked at me with a ridiculously infatuated gaze, and I couldn’t fathom why.

It annoyed me.

‘Damn it.’

Now that he’s unleashed the Emperor’s Sword Form, any thought of casually dealing with him for a cool performance leading to victory was thrown out the window.

The Emperor’s Sword Form.

This technique is said to be comparable to Wudang’s Taijitu Sword. I can’t afford to go easy.

But I couldn’t just lose here. I had boasted about defeating Namgung’s sword. A grown man must wield his weapon and either cut through something or at least create cubed radishes.

I had no choice.

I had to opt for a smart victory instead of a flashy one.

Resolute, I stomped back down onto the Defensive Technique of Flowing Cloud and Water once more. The overwhelming and violent intangible energy of the Emperor’s Sword Form pressed down upon me. Utilizing the Reverse Flow Blood Technique amplified my circulating energy rapidly.

As I drew on the inner elixir of the Myeonnyan-Hwarim technique, my reinvigorated energy surged once more, causing overwhelming intangible energy to rise and shatter the restraints of the Emperor’s Sword Form.

Hahaha!

Namgung Cheong laughed at the sight. “I knew you’d bring out such moves!”

Wait, who’s your elder brother?

I felt chills go down my spine. He swung his sword while laughing, and the blue sword energy from Namgung Cheong momentarily covered my entire field of vision.

Emperor’s Sword Form. The sword infused with the aura of an emperor, capable of subduing all living things, was about to crush everything.

“Listen well, little swordsman! Even if the sword of Namgung is defeated, it shall never break!”

As Namgung Cheong prepared to unleash the Emperor’s Sword Form, I ignored his words and compressed the sword energy even tighter.

As it rushed through my ears, I recalled the martial arts secrets imparted by my predecessor.

[Disciple, while restoring the Primordial Unity Technique, I’ve slightly modified the basics of the Demon Sword Technique. Our branch’s Demon Sword Technique is linear and lacks variation, so if you utilize my variant… ]

My predecessor called it a variant, but it wasn’t simply that.

It was a new martial art derived from the Demon Sword Technique, created by my predecessor who achieved mastery rank, showcasing the essence of a genius with unmatched talent.

I named the new sword technique that descended from the Demon Sword Technique:

Demon Subduing Nine Heavens Sword!

The sword, wrapped in sword energy, instantly split into nine.

The nine divided black sword shadows scattered with black energy, each swathed in different sword trails.

The first time Namgung Cheong saw this unprecedented technique, a bead of cold sweat ran down his temple.

Ka-boom! My Noble Sword against his Emperor’s Sword Form clashed, sending shockwaves through the arena. Seven of my blades clashed against the defenses of the Emperor’s Sword Form while the eighth blade met Namgung Cheong’s sword.

But one.

One blade was enough. Flash!

My sword sparkled as it halted just before Namgung Cheong’s throat.

Perfect! I had won!

Just as I thought of marking my victory with a manly grin…

Crack!

Out of nowhere, a sound like leather breaking echoed.

Fwoosh!

Namgung Cheong’s pants tore at the waist, causing them to fall to the floor.

In an instant, his fashion became a ‘missing lower half’ as an eerie silence settled over the martial arts arena.

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