The Farmer Who Ended Up Teaching the World’s Greatest Martial Artist - Chapter 60

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| Chapter 60

‘What is this…!’

Cho Yeong couldn’t hide her bewildered expression as she quickly tried to assess the situation.

Just moments ago, she had definitely been controlling the flow. But at some point, the momentum had shifted against her. She tried to figure out what had gone wrong, where things had started to go awry, but couldn’t find an answer.

In that brief moment when Cho Yeong hesitated, Yoo Eun-hyun didn’t miss the opportunity. He kicked off the ground and closed the distance in an instant, and the dormant air currents followed his movement all at once.

“Khat!”

Seeing Yoo Eun-hyun charging forward as if seizing his chance, Cho Yeong was certain that the strange attack from before had been his doing.

‘I don’t know what it is exactly. But… something is scattered around. Hidden weapons perhaps?’

Though invisible, there was a sharp sensation of brushing past something with every movement. Clearly, invisible danger was spread somewhere in the space.

But Cho Yeong wasn’t one to simply retreat meekly.

Swoosh.

Cho Yeong’s figure, which had been creating distance from Yoo Eun-hyun, suddenly stopped. And in the next moment, explosive internal energy burst forth from his dantian.

Simultaneously, his sword traced a twisting trajectory. It was the moment when Sokju Hwanggeom’s ultimate technique, Tuyeongcheonseong, was unleashed.

The air rippled all at once. The single sword shadow split into two, then three, and soon multiplied beyond count. Countless illusions poured down like rain, covering his vision.

Yoo Eun-hyun’s Paseomuggyeok was disappearing one by one.

“Huh?”

As Cho Yeong charged forward head-on while swinging his sword like a storm, a breath unconsciously escaped from Yoo Eun-hyun’s lips. He hadn’t expected such a forceful approach.

However, his eyes soon grew calm.

To choose such a crude method—it was actually what he had hoped for. If the choice was to crush with force rather than toy with illusions, at least he could read it.

To avoid being distracted by the dazzling shower of illusions, Yoo Eun-hyun lowered his breathing and sharpened his senses. He would see not with his eyes but the flow. He would pick out only the single thread that contained substance.

Within the sword shadows pouring down like a torrential rain, his mind began to be honed to its limit to grasp just one grain.

“Krrgh….”

Yoo Eun-hyun gripped his hammer tightly with both hands and drew up his internal energy as if scraping it out, swinging it toward Cho Yeong’s real strike.

Clang!

With a tremendous sound, sword and hammer collided.

An unimaginable shock rushed in instantly. His insides churned as if his organs were being turned upside down, and Yoo Eun-hyun’s body was pushed back smoothly.

‘Kuk… Could it be?!’

As he barely suppressed the shock and raised his head, a faint smile hung on the lips of Cho Yeong standing in front of him. It was an expression as if he had expected this. Yoo Eun-hyun gritted his teeth.

In reality, Cho Yeong’s movements had been restricted by the influence of Paseomuggyeok, so he couldn’t project illusions as intended from the start. A situation where complete Tuyeongcheonseong couldn’t be deployed. Therefore, he had instead used the reduced illusions as bait. He deliberately revealed the position of his real strike to make Yoo Eun-hyun identify it, then concentrated all his power into that single point and poured it out.

‘Damn… I was completely had!’

He had never expected that someone who had been disrupting the flow with swift strikes would come crushing down with force at the end.

A sensation as if all the strength was draining from his body. It was the moment when his knees were about to buckle as if he would collapse.

The torrent of natural energy that exploded with the collision roughly struck his senses.

In that instant, a flash of realization passed through.

‘Hail!’

The disaster most feared when farming. Something that crushes carefully cultivated crops in a single moment.

At that moment, what flashed through Yoo Eun-hyun’s mind was precisely hail.

With the flash of realization, he unconsciously twisted his body. He forcibly gathered the residual energy of Paseomuggyeok scattered in his dantian and poured it out without even time to organize it.

Like hail pouring from the sky, the energies of destruction that couldn’t condense and were finely shattered scattered in all directions and spread toward Cho Yeong like rain.

“Kheuk… Cough!”

And without even being able to confirm the result, Yoo Eun-hyun immediately collapsed with a thud and coughed up blood roughly. His internal energy was completely depleted, and his entire body ached so much he couldn’t move.

Fighting any further was now impossible.

Yoo Eun-hyun gritted his teeth and barely used the hammer in his hand as support. As if he didn’t even have the strength to stand, he remained there catching his breath and barely lifted his head to glare at Cho Yeong.

“Excellent.”

Cho Yeong slowly adjusted his tattered clothing and sent Yoo Eun-hyun a look filled with satisfaction. What remained on his body were only minor cuts. Though bloodstains were spread here and there, they weren’t fatal wounds, and his complexion was still calm. Unlike Yoo Eun-hyun who stood barely holding on as if about to collapse, Cho Yeong’s presence still seemed to have strength remaining.

“In the end….”

To anyone watching, the result of victory and defeat was clear. Yoo Eun-hyun muttered in a drained voice. As she approached him, he closed his eyes tightly.

But Cho Yeong’s words came first.

“It’s a draw.”

“Pardon?”

At Cho Yeong’s words, Yoo Eun-hyun asked back as if wondering what she meant.

“A warrior who has dropped their weapon should acknowledge defeat.”

And only then did Yoo Eun-hyun realize there was a subtly different point from before. Cho Yeong no longer held a sword in her hands.

Yoo Eun-hyun soon discovered Cho Yeong’s sword fallen on the ground behind him.

It seemed his final desperate strike hadn’t been completely in vain.

But even so, he couldn’t understand. To say that dropping a weapon meant immediate defeat.

A farmer doesn’t stop farming for the day just because he dropped a farming tool. Questions arose in Yoo Eun-hyun’s eyes.

“However….”

“I know what you mean to say, Young Master. But if one who wields a sword drops their sword, at that moment they have already lost as a warrior.”

At Cho Yeong’s words, Yoo Eun-hyun couldn’t continue speaking.

And when he realized that Cho Yeong, who had been calling him ‘young hero,’ was now addressing him as ‘Young Master,’ a strange emotion passed through him. After a moment of silence, Yoo Eun-hyun lightly caught his breath and slowly rose from his position.

“I also cannot fight any longer. I acknowledge my defeat.”

“Very well. Since we both lost, let’s call it a draw. It was a good match.”

“I learned much. Thank you.”

The final words were by no means empty courtesy.

What Yoo Eun-hyun gained through this sparring match was truly significant. He had fully demonstrated in actual combat what he had only envisioned in his mind until now, and even obtained unexpected enlightenment.

With this sparring match as the turning point, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the previous Yoo Eun-hyun and the current Yoo Eun-hyun were clearly different.

“You worked hard.”

Cho Yeong approached and silently extended her hand toward Yoo Eun-hyun. Yoo Eun-hyun simply thought it meant they had both worked hard and grasped that hand without any suspicion.

“…Hm?”

But through their touching palms, an unfamiliar sensation passed. Before Yoo Eun-hyun could reflexively speak, Cho Yeong had already withdrawn her hand.

Afraid that whatever had been left behind might fall, Yoo Eun-hyun unconsciously gripped it tightly.

“What is this?”

“It’s an entry pass to The School.”

Yoo Eun-hyun looked at his hand with disbelieving wide eyes.

“Why are you giving this to me?”

“Because I think Young Master is sufficiently qualified to receive it.”

“I don’t need something like this….”

“Regardless of whether you want it, you must accept it. If you ultimately refuse… Since I am the one responsible, I would have to stake my life to complete the task.”

Saying this, Cho Yeong looked at Yoo Eun-hyun meaningfully. Overwhelmed by those sharp eyes, Yoo Eun-hyun could say nothing and could only swallow his saliva.

Yoo Eun-hyun let out a small sigh and slightly opened his clenched hand. Inside was a round bead about half the size of his pinky finger.

It was a crafted item with a dark color that seemed to swallow light, with a dragon grasping a wish-fulfilling jewel intricately carved on its surface—something that felt tremendously valuable just by looking at it.

“I’ll keep it for now.”

Then Yoo Eun-hyun turned and headed toward Soo Hwa-seon. Cho Yeong also picked up her sword again and moved toward where Seong Jung-hyeok was.

Seeing Cho Yeong approaching, Seong Jung-hyeok asked her.

“Do you know that young hero?”

“I don’t think I’m obligated to answer that.”

At Cho Yeong’s response, Seong Jung-hyeok frowned slightly but didn’t dare ask further. Though Seong Jung-hyeok was the one in charge of this place by position, it was difficult to treat Cho Yeong, who had come representing Maegyo, carelessly.

Finally stepping back, Seong Jung-hyeok suppressed his sarcasm and asked quietly.

“I never expected it would end in a draw.”

“It couldn’t be helped. You know I didn’t hold back, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

“Surely you’re not suggesting I should suffer the disgrace of not acknowledging defeat even after dropping my weapon?”

“…You worked hard. Rest for a bit.”

As soon as the words fell, Cho Yeong went to a nearby tree and settled down. As if the afterglow of the just-finished sparring match remained throughout her body, she took several deep breaths and circulated her internal energy.

Seong Jung-hyeok slowly turned his head to look at Soo Hwa-seon.

‘One loss, one draw… Even if I win, it’ll still end in a tie.’

Since Ju Yu-ryeon had achieved one victory and Yoo Eun-hyun had secured a draw, the result was already as good as decided.

‘Damn… I was completely had.’

Seong Jung-hyeok’s mind seemed to go completely blank. He realized that all the strategies and calculations he had prepared were rendered useless in an instant.

Soo Hwa-seon seemed to see right through Seong Jung-hyeok’s heart as she slowly approached and looked straight at him.

A subtle smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes held determination and composure, without a trace of wavering.

“It seems the match is already over. Is there really a need to waste more energy?”

Seong Jung-hyeok took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes. In a place where the meaning of the sparring match had already disappeared, all that remained was Soo Hwa-seon’s cold smile and the uncertain battle they would face ahead.

He tried to catch his breath and gather his composure for a moment, but a sense of futility weighed down on his spirit.

Finally, Seong Jung-hyeok uttered a few words in a low voice.

“…Very well. Let us end the sparring match here.”

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