I Became a Swordsmanship Genius at the Academy

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The moment the battle began, the mad warrior accelerated the incident and grasped the battlefield.

Once a peak existence of nothingness. Just because he had become a god, there was no way his experience and judgment would become unclear.

As Kim Il-shin’s feet left the ground, the mad warrior had already finished understanding the barrier inscribed throughout the entire dimension.

A simple barrier that suppressed strength and movement.

The reason it could affect the mad warrior, who existed as a divine being, was that this barrier had a unique mechanism.

[Dark Matter] was the power gained when the mad warrior ascended to godhood, and it was his essence.

Even with the tiny bit of power given to the cult leader, which could not compare to that of the main lineage, he was able to completely corner the suppression force.

Hanarine had assimilated the interpretation of that power into the barrier; thus, it could influence the mad warrior.

Even Kim Il-shin was covering his sword with divine energy to strike down the mad warrior.

Yet Hanarine had solely designed that barrier using only her own power.

Kugugugugugu!!

The mad warrior felt rage at that fact.

How dare a mere human scheme to utilize his power against him was simply arrogant.

At the same time, he laughed at that foolishness.

Having incorporated such functions into a barrier he created.

Hanarine’s barrier was designed to be extremely efficient when facing off against humans.

The intention was to suppress movement and strength, creating openings.

However, the mad warrior was a god, and divine combat was unlike that of humans.

The essence of battle was to muster all possible means to achieve victory.

But that was merely a standard for humans.

The mad warrior did not struggle like worthless humans.

Moreover, he thought of his existence as an inevitable disaster that humans before him should die helplessly.

If a god were to exert full power against humans, it would already be the collapse of his beliefs.

Thus, the mad warrior awaited Kim Il-shin with the posture of a god.

Looking down elegantly upon the humans, he covered their futile struggles with a mere gesture.

Kwagagagagah!!

The dark matter that surged from the void crashed onto the earth like a carving through veins.

The movement that endlessly swelled forth was akin to the advance of an army.

An infinite power that could not be stopped by anything. Truly, a disaster of divinity.

The dark matter wielded by the mad warrior was transcendent beyond compare to that of the cult leader.

An overwhelming authority that allowed no shortcuts.

Kugugugugugu―!!

The sound of enormous waves constantly crashing and breaking filled the battlefield.

An army that covered most of the dimension. What faced it was merely a thin thread.

“I will pierce through.”

There was no way to confront it with a half-hearted spirit. Kim Il-shin put full power into each step he took.

He rotated the circle of his heart divided into twelve, channeling that heat throughout his body.

The mana, called the Heavenly Earth Mysterious Art, awakened all the mana circuits in his body, widening his path.

Something feasible because he did not consider a prolonged battle.

It was fuller than ever. He even felt omnipotence.

An incredibly high realm lay beneath his feet.

Each step he took shattered the ground, and his sprint, flashing like lightning, tore the air apart.

In that state, Kim Il-shin ignited his sword’s energy.

As he exhaled a small breath, the sword energy, filled with the mysteries of the Hyunwol Divine Art and the momentum of the Hachun, reached the sky.

Chwarararak.

The ignited sword energy was covered in crimson hues. It was a rough transformation, like a beast shedding its skin.

[Retained Divine Power: 13812]

Above it, a formless wave surged. It was a divine power aimed at opposing the mad warrior.

Dudududududu—

The mad warrior’s army was right before him. Kim Il-shin stared at it without fear, waiting for the perfect moment.

And the moment the black army began its final expansion.

Kwaduck!

He planted his left foot into the ground and instantaneously halted movement, swinging his sword with all his might.

Il-sin’s sword technique, the proof of existence.

Gooouuu……

The massive blade descending like a meteor, accompanied by the overwhelming army of dark matter.

The collision of the two shattered the dimensional barrier in an instant, threatening the very maintenance of the dimension.

“This cannot be…!”

[Retained Divine Power: 9842]

If Hanarine hadn’t instantaneously reinforced the barrier, the collision would have collapsed the dimension.

‘…I have pierced through.’

The result of the collision was a human’s victory.

As if white paint was spilled upon a black canvas, the center of the army was deeply carved.

Kkudududuk!!

As he rushed through that gap, the dark matter rampaged even more violently, filling the space.

However, Kim Il-shin’s gaze was solely upon the mad warrior.

Beside Kim Il-shin stood Hazuki.

Leaping into the sky, Hazuki quickly etched the battlefield into her mind and identified the core point.

Then, with such grace that one could mistake the air for solid ground, she drew her sword several times.

Pababababak!

An infinitely perfect support.

The sword energy, dispersing like sunlight penetrating through foliage, blocked the advance of the dark matter.

Brightly blooming petals illuminated the completely red and dark dimension.

“Go.”

Nodding, Kim Il-shin ran along the path laid out by Hazuki.

The enemy was right before him. He could see the flickering red light.

[To be rampaging so foolishly without knowing the subject.]

In that moment, a voice resonated. Though faint, it carried an undeniable presence.

Kim Il-shin met the red eyes that emerged through the black mist.

The mad warrior’s voice was surprisingly ordinary.

A bit rough, but it was the kind of voice you might hear while walking through the city.

Yet the vast anger and disgust within that voice made it clear that his essence was of an evil god.

[Even after so many years have passed, that disgust remains unchanged.]

Having witnessed every process after the battle began, the mad warrior felt a complex emotion that was both pleasurable and unpleasant, one that couldn’t be easily summarized.

He was amazed and delighted at how pitiful humans could showcase their skills to such an extent.

The long-lost scent of the battlefield was exhilarating as well.

However, the notion that all of it was merely a paltry struggle was greatly displeasing.

He wanted to end this farce as quickly as possible.

No matter how wildly humans flailed, to a god, it was no more than a trivial struggle.

For instance, like Sun Wukong, who believed he had won a wager with the god after seeing the five pillars at the end of a long road.

Kim Il-shin barely broke through, but in doing so, he found himself trapped in a narrow passage.

He was like a bull charging to its death, excited by the red cloth before his eyes.

The mad warrior saw Kim Il-shin daringly coming straight at him, and he prepared a spear.

He compressed the pure dark matter infinitely.

The condensation occurred faster than a flash of lightning. The surrounding space warped, exerting strong gravitational forces.

Kkududududuk…

What was created was a spear of darkness with the highest hardness and mass.

The mad warrior pulled the space as a bowstring, placing the spear atop it.

No aiming was necessary. The instant it was fired, everything ahead would be annihilated.

The advance of the spear, compressed with the mass of dozens of dimensions. It was akin to a death sentence.

Cornered, Kim Il-shin would have to accept his fate.

Yet Kim Il-shin continued running forward.

With a composure that displayed no tremors, he kept his focus solely on his opponent.

The mad warrior had no thought that Kim Il-shin would throw away his life in a moment of desperation.

The Kim Il-shin he had seen thus far was not that kind of person.

Even when a blade was thrust against his neck, suffocating him just before the breath was taken, he wouldn’t cease thinking and would continue struggling.

He would be doing so even now.

Thus, it would be more accurate to assume he had some faith in something.

However, the mad warrior did not withdraw the spear.

It was confidence, not carelessness.

No matter what Kim Il-shin attempted, he would not stray from the trajectory of the spear.

And so the mad warrior released the bowstring.

The black spear, bending the space, began its advance, producing an indescribable deafening sound.

Kukagagagagang――!!!!

Destruction and annihilation.

It was a calamity that could not be compared to any myth.

Then it happened.

Kwadudududek!!

Something formless struck the blade of the spear that had been advancing without obstruction.

Unbelievable physical force. The deviant trajectory of the spear pierced the ground, threading through the dimensions.

“It’s done! It’s done! It’s done!”

“Well done!”

[Retained Divine Power: 3590]

Hanarine leapt joyfully, shouting excitement.

The spatial distortion device prepared for this moment had perfectly fulfilled its role.

Even the mad warrior couldn’t help but show a reaction.

Whether it was because she analyzed the spear’s structure and calculated the perfect strike point in that brief moment, or if she had prepared for it from the outset with foresight, either way, it was remarkable.

In the meantime, Kim Il-shin had approached the mad warrior closely.

A few leaps would put him within the range to stab with his sword. The mad warrior, enraged, unleashed his power.

Kwadijijijijik! Kugugung!

Lightning struck, and flames surged.

The dark matter converging to one place was truly a tsunami, devouring the earth in an instant like a horde of locusts.

[Retained Divine Power: 2196]

Yet Kim Il-shin did not stop.

He encircled divine power around his entire body and broke through.

It was as if he surrendered his consciousness to the sword, cutting through everything before his eyes.

Turk.

And at the end of that treacherous path.

Kim Il-shin reached right before the mad warrior.