I Alone Am an EX-Class Summoner - Chapter 103

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I Am Alone EX-Grade Summoner Episode 103

Casino Commotion (3)

Even while watching the Asians preparing to fight, the muscular man didn’t lose his composure.

Rather, his eyes sparkled like a chef with fresh ingredients before him.

How should he cook this?

How should he cook it so that rumors would spread about how deliciously it was prepared?

These things that looked like they’d fold in half with just a little pressure were actually acting up like this?

‘This actually works out better.’

One of the most effective weapons in the intimidation process is fear itself.

Showing them firsthand that if they don’t quickly comply with demands, they could face a terrible fate!

Those people had come on their own to enhance the effectiveness of intimidation.

Swoosh.

The muscular man who had been looking at Baek Jin-woo actually took a step back.

‘To deal with such small fry, there’s no need for me to step forward.’

Then he surveyed the front.

“Is this all of you?”

About 20 people had stepped forward.

Only 20 out of 212 people.

Among them were Omu, those Asians, and some wealthy individuals who had joined in on a whim.

“To think there are 20 people who can’t grasp their place, that’s quite a remarkable indicator in its own way. Boys.”

The muscular man tilted his head.

“First, break one arm and leg each. If they still resist, feel free to kill them. Show them how terrifying we are.”

“Understood, Boss!”

“Hehehe.”

About five out of the 50 terrorists stepped forward.

They seemed to think that was enough to handle 20 people.

There was definitely a significant difference in build.

It was like a picture where 5 seemed to overwhelm 20, despite being outnumbered?

At that moment.

Baek Jin-woo was concentrating while clenching his fists.

‘I learned the basics from Hunkyo.’

Though he hadn’t learned through direct physical training, he had been taught roughly where the pressure points were.

From the flow of the twelve meridians, to the acupoints of the twelve regular meridians, the eight extraordinary meridians, conception vessel, governing vessel, and so on…

Though he wasn’t taught the complex names, the locations were precisely indicated while channeling energy through them.

Death points like Baihui, Qimen, Dangmen, and Jemen are so lethal that pressing them can lead an opponent to death.

Numbness points like Gegu, Tianzhu, Pishu, and Quchi cause tingling and paralysis the moment they’re pressed.

Mute points like Jianjing, Yamen, Feng’an, and Lidong are dumbness points that render one powerless or unable to speak when pressed.

Besides those, there were sleep points, fainting points, and a total of 81 major pressure points, but honestly, mastering all of them in such a short time was impossible.

Baek Jin-woo chose to focus selectively.

‘Baihui point.’

A representative numbness point.

Commonly called the head.

It was the pressure point located at the very top of the crown.

‘Let’s focus on just that one.’

If an opportunity arose during the fight, he’d strike there to completely subdue them.

“Everyone step back.”

Baek Jin-woo spoke to the guild members and those preparing to fight.

Then he took another step forward.

“Wow.”

“Look at that guy’s spirit.”

“Kekeke, first to step forward and so bold, don’t tell me you’re planning to face us all alone? Huh?”

One of the five terrorists brought his face right up to Baek Jin-woo’s.

Thud!

Bumping forehead to forehead.

“What.”

He pushed unpleasantly.

“What are you going to do alone? What, want to hit first? Then go ahead and hit with all your might. It’ll probably just tickle, kahahaha!”

“…”

Baek Jin-woo didn’t even twitch.

It was strange.

Why was he acting so defenseless and provocative?

Was he trying to induce carelessness to land a counter?

Or did he really want to be hit first?

“Why can’t you hit? Getting scared now? Huh?”

He even thrust forward the crown of his head that Baek Jin-woo had memorized.

Look at this.

‘Well, thank you very much.’

There was no need to think deeply.

In an instant, Baek Jin-woo raised his right arm and struck the terrorist’s crown with the edge of his hand.

He didn’t time it precisely, but it felt like the whole process took about 0.1 seconds.

And.

Crack!

A strange sound occurred.

Not the sound of impact…

It sounded like a watermelon breaking?

‘Huh?’

The muscular man who had been pushing playfully collapsed without being able to say a word.

Gasp!

Baek Jin-woo took a step back.

The remaining four terrorists and even Boss Geohan were shocked.

That big guy fell from just one hit?

Moreover.

“Hey.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

The nearby terrorists kicked the fallen muscular man’s body, but there was no movement.

Sensing the seriousness of the situation, one of them quickly checked the pulse in his neck.

“…Boss.”

He muttered in a slightly trembling voice.

“He’s dead.”

“…?”

Baek Jin-woo was equally flustered.

No, he had learned numbness points instead of death points because he didn’t want to dirty his hands…

He died from one hit?

Is it okay for a human head to be that fragile?

– Master…

It was then that Hunkyo came to his side and whispered in his ear.

– It seems you need to control your strength. When I said it seemed doable, that was based on ordinary martial artists’ standards… These guys are weaker than they look.

“Sigh.”

Baek Jin-woo let out a sigh.

His first unintentional murder…

Surprisingly, I don’t feel any particular emotions about it.

I’ve seen Park Chang-seok execute people on the spot at the cafe before, and I’ve also smashed gangs to pieces.

‘Those guys are just trash.’

Whatever the case.

From the moment they weighed people’s lives and committed terrorism, to Baek Jin-woo they appeared as nothing but social evil itself.

“You, you bastard!”

Perhaps due to anger at losing a comrade in an instant, one nearby thug swung his arm wide and threw a punch.

Swish!

It was a fast strike that even made a sound cutting through the air, but why?

‘Was it always this slow?’

To Baek Jin-woo, it seemed like a speed he could dodge while yawning.

‘Death blood, demon blood.’

I don’t need any of that stuff, do I?

This is a level where I could just play around and beat them.

Tilt!

Baek Jin-woo dodged that punch by just slightly tilting his head.

‘He said to control my strength, right?’

With his arm relaxed, he struck toward the abdomen.

The target was the liver.

Of course, he added rotational force by turning his waist.

Even though he hit gently like that.

Thud!

A dull sound rang out as the thug slightly lifted into the air.

“Guh, guhhhh!”

Something dirty spewed from his mouth, and the terrorist clutched his abdomen, gasping and unable to breathe.

He was in so much pain and agony that tears streamed down his face.

What the hell.

This is really disappointing…

With just this level of skill, they put on all that bluster?

“…”

“…”

Silence fell over the space.

Boss Geohan also threw off his playful expression and hardened his face.

“Well now.”

Baek Jin-woo muttered as he lightly turned his hand.

“It seems you guys are too weak to threaten us. Right?”

This won’t do.

I need to hold back even more.

Swish, swish!

Baek Jin-woo loosened his wrists.

Gulp.

Boss Geohan swallowed his saliva.

‘Does that even make sense?’

Not a summoned creature but an ordinary person, killing someone instantly with one hand chop and lifting a heavyweight giant into the air with one light punch?

‘This isn’t some third-rate Chinese movie.’

The muscular man realized this was no longer time to act leisurely.

Regardless of the others, that human at least had to be dealt with quickly.

‘His punches are just exceptionally strong.’

In his thinking, legendary 1 vs 13 fights like urban legends don’t exist in reality.

If they all rushed him together and ganged up, even famous fighters like Fedor or Ngannou wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Boys!”

The muscular man pointed at Baek Jin-woo.

“Go kill him!”

“Yes!”

At their boss’s clear order, the terrorists who sensed something serious rushed at him all at once.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

“Yeah, let’s fight!”

At this point, it was a brawl.

From the hostages’ perspective, they had just gotten a taste that Baek Jin-woo was their only hope.

Even if it was a bit scary, their psychology was to step forward now and help Baek Jin-woo deal with even one more terrorist.

But before the hostages could properly position themselves, Baek Jin-woo stepped forward first.

Swish! Thud!

Crack! Smack!

Baek Jin-woo moving nimbly!

He dodged the punches thrown by the thugs with minimal movement, and used that momentum to precisely drive his fists or feet into vital points.

Thud thud thud!

With each light strike, the thugs flew around like wax dolls.

It didn’t even need to become a brawl.

Baek Jin-woo roamed around like a tiger thrown into a group of rabbits.

“Wh, what.”

“Is that even human?”

“That’s a person, not a summoned creature?”

The hostages who were about to fight pulled out their phones one by one.

How could they miss such a rare scene?

Even Hong Ari and other guild members who had originally intended to fight just gaped in amazement.

‘Monster.’

‘He really is a monster. Well, those guys might lift some metal and work out briefly… but our guild master runs and jumps for hours every day carrying that metal.’

How he displayed such physical power with that small body couldn’t be explained scientifically, but the guild members were used to it.

He was originally that kind of guy.

That was South Korea’s Baek Jin-woo.

“Di, die!”

A terrified thug threw a punch with all his might, but.

Swish!

Baek Jin-woo bent his waist and kicked upward at the chin with his toes.

Crack!

The thug’s neck snapped backward from that one strike, and he rolled on the floor without even managing a proper scream.

Baek Jin-woo was different.

He wasn’t an ordinary person.

“Ah, mistake. I couldn’t control my strength.”

Trembling.

The fallen thug’s body convulsed.

Clearly that last strike had damaged his neck bones.

He wasn’t dead, but he might have to live with diseases like herniated discs for the rest of his life.

“So you should have attacked while reading the situation.”

At this point, the thugs couldn’t recklessly charge at him.

It had been a brief assault, but more than half were lying on the floor whimpering or vomiting.

Someone had broken ribs, and someone else was unconscious and fainted.

‘Cra, crazy.’

‘Does that even make sense?’

‘Is that possible for one person?’

‘He doesn’t even look like he’s struggling. How are we supposed to deal with a monster like that!’

They could literally feel the difference in class.

Was this how it felt when you entered the Tower of Trials and encountered a boss that was impossible to defeat?

The terrorists had all frozen up, not knowing what to do.

Some even took steps backward.

“You idiots! That’s what happens when you charge at him bare-handed one by one like morons! Go! Go grab a hostage or something!”

When the fight didn’t go according to plan, Boss Geohan snapped in frustration.

“Hostage my ass. Think carefully.”

Step, step.

Baek Jin-woo walked forward while quietly muttering, but the terrorists heard his voice clearly.

All their nerves were focused on him, so it was only natural.

“Do you want to live with disabilities for the rest of your life listening to your boss? Or would you rather turn yourself in now and serve prison time?”

Fear of overwhelming force.

The terrorists couldn’t bring themselves to attack Baek Jin-woo, despite their terrifying boss’s orders.

Even though he was walking straight toward Boss Geohan…

Instead, one muscular man hurriedly stepped back, afraid even their clothes might touch.

Snicker.

Baek Jin-woo laughed.

Are these really the same guys who were threatening and acting tough earlier?

“Wh-what the hell are you bastards doing!”

Boss Geohan panicked.

“He’s coming this way! Beat him up! Beat him up, I said!”

Beat up what?

‘I’ll beat you up first.’

Baek Jin-woo, having closed the distance considerably.

Thud!

Kicked off the ground and began charging forward refreshingly.

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