A S-Class Hunter With Great Agility - Chapter 72
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Chapter 72: Proof (3)
“…How did you get in here again.”
“Is there anywhere in the Academy I can’t enter?”
The student said this while shrugging his shoulders. Heo Gil pressed his forehead, enduring a throbbing headache.
It was true. The problem was that he sometimes said things that deserved a beating…
Academy Ranking 1st place. There was nowhere in the Academy that the person holding that title couldn’t go.
“Whew, it’s completely destroyed.”
The 1st place, that is, Myeong Geon-woo, spoke confidently as he walked over to Heo Gil’s side.
Then he whistled while looking down at the destroyed arena. There stood Eun Hae-dam, who had just finished his battle.
“Was that a ghost? That thing from earlier.”
“…Whatever it was, it wasn’t ordinary.”
It was probably a summoned creature. However, one thing that bothered him was the aura of that summoned creature that he had felt all the way up here.
‘It was at a level approaching S-rank.’
It was often the case that A-rank Hunters possessed one S-rank skill each.
However, because their physical vessel was small compared to the skill, it was difficult to handle it perfectly.
‘I’ve never heard of an A-rank Hunter being able to freely control an S-rank summoned creature.’
Beyond specifications…
That was definitely something beyond specifications that was difficult to judge by common sense.
“Hmm, anyway. There’s no need to stop the match. I just need to win.”
“…Of course, if you can just win, there’s no problem.”
What had happened so far would be swept away if only Myeong Geon-woo could completely defeat his opponent.
The reporters’ focus would shift back to the Academy, and then they could achieve their original purpose.
“But can you really win?”
“….”
“It’s easy to say. But it’s not such a simple matter.”
Heo Gil sighed.
“As the dean and guild leader, I have a duty to distinguish whether your words are just stubbornness…”
“….”
“Or confidence that comes from truly believing in your own abilities.”
Heo Gil wasn’t a thoughtless person. He wouldn’t gamble on a fight that wasn’t profitable.
Someone who always calculated gains and losses and moved thoroughly.
That was the person called Heo Gil, who was the Academy’s dean, guild leader, and simultaneously an S-rank Hunter.
“Hmm…”
“What do you intend to do. Tell me your plan.”
Myeong Geon-woo didn’t take his eyes off Eun Hae-dam. While doing so, he spoke in a light tone.
“Please trust me once. I’ve never disappointed you, have I.”
A request for trust without beginning or end. However, Myeong Geon-woo was a student who could say such things.
Since enrollment, he was a talent who had never once fallen from the position of 1st place.
“….”
‘He’s hiding something.’
Heo Gil quickly realized it. Something he wasn’t stating clearly, but it seemed he had… a definite secret weapon that could defeat Eun Hae-dam.
‘Well… Even if he doesn’t have that, this guy is also beyond specifications anyway.’
Heo Gil turned his back on Myeong Geon-woo and received a new coffee cup that his secretary handed over.
“…If you’re going to win, win properly. So that observers can’t think of anything else.”
Just like Eun Hae-dam had done moments ago.
“Of course.”
Myeong Geon-woo answered like that and made his yellow eyes shine.
* * *
I waited for my next opponent.
| Please… convey my apology… |
“Yes. Take care.”
For some reason, the waiting time had grown long. Because of this, I couldn’t maintain the spirit summoning that consumed a lot of mana for long.
The Wronged King Spirit left those words and disappeared.
“….”
I clenched my hand.
Fighting with similar attributes to my opponent took much more mental strength than I had expected.
It would have been much easier if I had used attributes that were natural enemies.
‘But then why am I…’
Deliberately choosing the difficult path.
‘Is it really because of… competitive spirit…’
Such doubts were soon buried and disappeared by the announcer’s following words.
[The final opponent appears…! It’s student Myeong Geon-woo who shines as the Academy’s number 1 ranking!]
His voice was more spirited than before. He must have something to rely on. On the number 1.
“My pride is really dead. Even the 2nd place got crushed.”
“Still, 1st place will be difficult. That guy has been there since his damn 1st year.”
“He’s one crazy bastard, I tell you…”
“If he loses too, I won’t be able to wear my school uniform from embarrassment.”
“Hey hey. He might hear. Be quiet…”
I quietly looked toward the opposite side. At the entrance, that rumored number 1 was slowly revealing himself.
Step.
Very slowly.
As if he was the protagonist.
Step.
“Noisy…”
His lightly smiling eyes swept across the spectator seats. In an instant, the students’ voices died down.
He positioned himself across from me with a crooked posture.
He had no weapons. Bare hands, and a disheveled school uniform.
But even with just that, he was naturally exuding leisure.
“Myeong Geon-woo, was it.”
“….”
“I thought it would be you.”
Beyond the transparent training ground — the student who shot flames and burned plant-type monsters, who confidently obtained the number 94.
‘And…’
— I don’t know what kind of bullshit you’re pulling again. Follow me. If you’re late this time too, you’re dead.
The one Jung Yeo-jun feared so much.
The existence that made him want to leave this place quickly…
Shing.
I drew my Spirit General Sword. And pointed it straight at Myeong Geon-woo.
“I have quite a lot to say to you.”
Whoosh.
Flames blazed up in both of Myeong Geon-woo’s hands. It was tremendous firepower.
“Haha. I don’t particularly?”
Myeong Geon-woo, who responded with gleaming yellow eyes, spewed out even stronger flames—whoooosh.
Soon those flames transformed into a weapon.
A long spear.
A spear wrapped in fire blazed in Myeong Geon-woo’s hand.
Crack—!
Without even waiting for the announcer’s signal.
Myeong Geon-woo’s spear rushed toward me.
Fire…
Bright red fire that would be extinguished if it touched water.
But even so, I.
Jingle—
“Divine Descent Ritual.”
Whoooosh—!
Hot air filled my lungs completely. The energy spreading to my fingertips was entirely red.
The temperature of each breath I exhaled was incredibly high.
“Fire Virtue True Lord.”
The color of the wind took on a red-orange hue.
I gripped the heated Spirit General Sword and swung it.
Clang—!
My sword and Myeong Geon-woo’s spear clashed. Myeong Geon-woo gritted his teeth with surprised eyes.
| Hahahaha! A feast of fire! |
“Fire Virtue Flame, Flame.”
Whoooosh!
Bright red fire burst out along the Spirit General Sword. The flames wrapping around the sword had firepower that couldn’t even be measured.
Screech, clang!
Under that momentum, Myeong Geon-woo’s spear was gradually losing its power.
“Ha…! What kind of nonsense is this…?”
“Right. It doesn’t make sense.”
“Kuk.”
I took a step forward. My opponent began to be pushed back further.
“Just like all the actions you’ve taken so far.”
All of it…
None of it makes sense.
Clang, clang clang!
My Spirit General Sword struck down on Myeong Geon-woo’s spear. Similar exchanges repeated several times.
Myeong Geon-woo thrust his spear and I blocked it with the flat of my blade.
Chaeng-gang—!
Soon after, my opponent pushed me back with a whoosh. The distance between Myeong Geon-woo and me widened.
I gripped my Spirit General Sword in reverse.
“…There were burn marks.”
“…?”
“I could see them under your school uniform sleeves.”
Jung Yeo-jun.
Under Jung Yeo-jun’s school uniform as he fled with a face full of fear.
From what I glimpsed briefly, I could easily deduce the situation.
“They’re scars from fire. And traces of being burned by fire made with magic power.”
“…”
“I know it well.”
Because I know someone who perished in those flames of fire demons.
That day when fire-attribute monsters poured out. My one and only family who disappeared, swept away by flames.
Whoosh! Chaeng!
Flames poured out from my sword.
“Insulting teachers, envying peers. Being desperate to claim credit for yourself while treating others’ help as if it never happened…”
The fire that burst forth blazed at Myeong Geon-woo’s feet.
Myeong Geon-woo spun his body to avoid the attack.
“That kind of thing is fine. You can blame it on the school, on the education system. They actually bear some responsibility.”
— All practical training is conducted publicly. The students check each other and… they say they aim for that kind of atmosphere.
It’s an act of cornering young kids. Making them all keep each other in check.
When that happens, everyone around you looks like an enemy. Even though a Hunter’s enemy is clearly monsters.
Therefore, I couldn’t simply blame and scold the students, saying the problems here were entirely their fault.
“But you’re different. What you’ve been doing is a completely different story.”
No excuses work. That kind of bullying…
Is purely your own sin.
“You have no right to stand here.”
Fire Aura.
The symbol of divine punishment rose around me.
“…Ha!”
Myeong Geon-woo thrust his spear. He seemed not to understand the meaning of what I had said.
In an instant, flames completely different from before wrapped around his weapon.
“Fire Giant Surtr.”
Whoooosh!
“…!”
I raised my blade to block those flames. Whoosh, sparks that flew slightly burned the ends of my black hair.
‘The firepower is… stronger than before…’
I frowned. Fire Virtue True Lord’s skill was top-tier even among A-rank. With my current abundant mana, it was approaching S-rank.
Compared to that, Myeong Geon-woo’s firepower fell slightly short.
However.
The fire blazing from his spear right now…
A bright yellow color.
Myeong Geon-woo’s spear blazed with yellow fire.
‘His stats aren’t particularly special.’
My questioning was brief.
Myeong Geon-woo gripped his spear tightly. No, actually, the spear barely maintained its form anymore.
He was simply holding massive flames in both hands and throwing his body forward.
“Buff, amplification type.”
‘…?’
Myeong Geon-woo’s yellow eyes gleamed. The entire field of vision was engulfed in flames. I hurriedly tried to block it, but it wasn’t enough.
The firepower exceeded what my skin could handle. I had no choice but to hesitate in the face of the burning heat.
“Kugh…!”
In the end, clang!
The sword slipped from my hand due to the sweat.
I quickly retreated backward. Then I covered my respiratory system with the sleeve of my shaman robes.
I had lost my sword, and my breathing was becoming labored.
‘Is this Myeong Geon-woo’s true power?’
Perhaps 1st place has an insurmountable wall between him and those below…
“…No.”
Magic-type skills like that are greatly influenced by mana and skill grade.
Even when controlled and handled carefully, there are limits. I knew this from experience.
I quickly traced the flow of mana.
Absolutely not—this isn’t the kind of firepower that could come from those stats.
I heightened my senses and activated Spiritual Sight.
‘…Ah.’
Only then was I able to discover it.
“You, until the very end…”
Haha. I laughed. A deflating, absurd laugh escaped without me realizing it.
You really don’t stray from expectations.
“Acting like you had something to rely on. So that was it?”
Behind Myeong Geon-woo, in other words, at one spot in the spectator seats.
Light was leaking from that location.
It was a flow of mana so well hidden that it would be hard to notice unless you looked directly at it.
Jung Yeo-jun.
With his eyes tightly shut.
He was in the middle of activating a skill.
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