I Alone Am an EX-Class Summoner - Chapter 120

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I Am Alone EX-Grade Summoner Episode 120

Semifinals (7)

‘He’s definitely different.’

Jenos’s expression in the arena was completely hardened.

He too had watched the entire match on screen.

‘Indeed, Ilcheon (One Sky).’

Our once only sky.

It was gameplay befitting that name.

The public probably doesn’t know.

They probably think some summoned creature called Hunkyo just smoothly moved and easily stabbed the enemy to death.

‘No.’

Baek Jin-woo.

Jones, Coby.

The specs of both summoned creatures are similar, or even if there’s a difference, it wouldn’t be much.

Both had full sets of rare runes with full enhancement, plus they were coated with universal polish.

With America’s financial power, it would be strange if they couldn’t do at least that much.

However.

‘It’s the subtle difference in control.’

Even though Battle of Summoners might look like a game about grade advantages and rune advantages, the reality is quite different.

Much more detail is melted into it.

Center of gravity, efficiency of sword paths, breathing, location of vital points, and so on.

Even a single movement requires considering countless variables.

Moreover.

A single mistake can bring about overwhelming differences and results.

‘And that Hunkyo was controlling all those variables.’

You only know this through extensive experience.

These are things you naturally acquire by playing player battles all night, and practicing by clashing with other rankers countless times.

If he had been standing there in the same situation?

He might not have won, but he wouldn’t have been defeated so helplessly.

“Lord Jenos…”

“It seems like it’ll be your turn next, brother.”

“I’m afraid we might lose at this rate.”

He could feel the worried gazes of the American national team members.

They must be scared.

Truly afraid they might lose to that Jinugod.

“Brother, that guy is really a monster.”

The defeated Clint Jones whined.

Jenos felt irritated for no reason.

“Shut up. Who doesn’t know that?”

When he spoke coldly, Jones flinched and lowered his head.

“Haven’t I told you repeatedly? Jinugod. That bastard is a monster among monsters. You didn’t believe it before the match, but now after getting beaten, you’re whimpering like a beaten dog. How pathetic.”

“I’m sorry.”

“If you had just been solid with the basics, you could have at least drained that Hunkyo’s strength… But you and Coby couldn’t even do that.”

“…”

Jones’s mouth clamped shut.

It was an undeniable truth that hit hard.

Moreover, before the match, hadn’t he confidently said, “Brother! Whether it’s Jinugod or whatever, I’ll finish them off myself!”

He now remembered Jenos’s expression as he looked at him pathetically back then.

“Watch my match. What basics are. What parts made you lose so easily. You’ll understand by watching the match.”

“Then, that means.”

A glimmer of hope appeared in Jones’s eyes.

Speaking so confidently means America might be able to win?

“Don’t harbor false hopes. I’ll do my best too, but I never said I’d win.”

“Then, then.”

“That’s not what’s important. The power balance among the great nations is already changing. What matters isn’t the semifinals ranking, but what you can learn and feel from this match.”

Seeing Jinugod, he understood.

That South Korea would soon stand above the Five Great Powers.

And that from the 5th World League onwards, there would be no way to stop that Jinugod.

That can’t be helped.

It’s like a natural disaster that comes with each season.

What we can do?

Protect our position among the Five Great Powers!

“Those who develop will receive the same honor as before, but those who fall behind won’t be able to keep their position on our United States national team anymore.”

Jenos swept his gaze across the national team.

“Do you all understand?”

“Yes, Captain!”

As Jenos nodded, dice rolled across his screen.

What appeared on the top face was Jenos’s face and name.

“I’ll be going.”

Swoosh!

With that sound, Jenos disappeared from the arena.

Swoosh!

Jenos, summoned to the stage, raised his head and looked forward.

“…Jinugod.”

He saw the black-haired Asian, Baek Jin-woo.

“Huh.”

A sigh naturally escaped.

An existence that seemed impossible just by looking at him.

‘It was the same in the past.’

In the highest tier of player battles, when he’d queue up hoping to grab even a small reward… occasionally, he would appear.

No matter how much he struggled, he’d get completely destroyed, and later he’d even forfeit as soon as he entered.

Of course, back then it was individual combat… but now national honor is at stake.

340 million Americans are cheering.

Jenos slowly lowered his head.

Swoosh.

Then he summoned all five summoned creatures simultaneously.

Tyrant (A-grade)

Transmutation Alchemist (A-grade)

Vocalist (B-grade)

Vocalist (B-grade)

Vocalist (B-grade)

All humanoid summoned creatures.

The Tyrant is a martial artist who uses fists!

He had experienced the Transmutation Alchemist’s power at the London Casino.

The Vocalist is a singing buffer…

“So you’re going without weapons.”

Baek Jin-woo nodded.

It was definitely a composition befitting Jenos.

A setup that seals all existing metal with the Transmutation Alchemist, then overwhelms with fists and vocals!

“Baek Jin-woo, I put together a composition to counter your Hunkyo.”

“….”

“Please understand. Even if I don’t know about Rachel, there’s no better combination than this for facing you.”

That was certainly true.

Rachel had Golden Dragon, Baekho… They were all divine beast-type summons, so sealing metal would be useless against them.

But a player like Baek Jin-woo who used Hunkyo (sword) and Doldoli (scythe) would inevitably struggle quite a bit against that combination.

“Well put together.”

Baek Jin-woo coolly acknowledged it.

Hunkyo engaging in hand-to-hand combat.

It wasn’t that Hunkyo couldn’t fight hand-to-hand, but his proficiency would inevitably be lower than with a sword.

“But well. What’s important isn’t the weapon, but who’s controlling it.”

“…I acknowledge that.”

Jenos nodded and continued speaking.

“May I ask just one thing?”

“What is it.”

For Baek Jin-woo whose English was poor, Jenos asked slowly using simple words.

“Even if I happen to win this match, there won’t be any disadvantages I’ll face, right?”

A deep smile formed on Baek Jin-woo’s lips.

It wasn’t a sneer, but a gentle smile.

“When did the great Jenos hyung become such a coward?”

“When the opponent is Jinugod, one might get scared. The other Five Emperors guys would probably be the same, right?”

“You don’t need to worry about that. Anyway, hyung can’t beat me.”

“…That’s something we won’t know until we try!”

Now no more words were needed between the two.

Wooooong!

The Transmutation Alchemist’s cylinder glowed first.

At the same time, the sword Hunkyo held crumbled and turned into a lump of metal.

– ….

Hunkyo stared at his hand with a regretful expression.

“What are you doing? He took your sword. You should go and beat him up.”

Sorry, but our Hunkyo learned all the skills of every summon in the world the moment he became EX-grade.

Tyrant?

Good with his fists.

But I’m not sure if that’s enough to beat our Hunkyo.

Really.

Dash!

Tyrant and Hunkyo charged forward simultaneously.

The Transmutation Alchemist fell back.

“dag mijn liefde♪”

“Ik zal je beschermen♩”

The Vocalists began performing together simultaneously.

Vocalists are both buffers and debuffers.

They provide movement speed and attack speed increases to allies within the space, but conversely decrease them for enemies.

Also, the more there are, the more their efficiency multiplies.

With two entities it’s 2x, with three entities it’s 4x.

Kwaaaaang!

Tyrant and Hunkyo’s fists collided, and they bounced apart faster than the speed they had charged at each other.

“….”

Watching that scene, Jenos bit his lower lip tightly.

‘He can still move at that speed even after being hit by the Vocalists’ sonic attack.’

He had expected Hunkyo to be strong.

How could he not know, given what he had shown in this tournament?

However, he hadn’t thought it would be similar to Tyrant’s punches.

‘Let’s focus.’

He had already told the national team kids.

To watch this match carefully.

He would show them what fundamentals were.

Swooooosh!

Again, the two fists flew toward each other.

Kwaaaaang!

With that single blow, the stage floor tore and the air split.

Both Hunkyo and Tyrant.

They glared at each other and gritted their teeth.

Even while feeling the pain of their entire bodies being torn apart, neither would retreat.

Kwaang!

Hunkyo threw an uppercut, and Tyrant blocked it with his elbow.

A-grade Tyrant was, by setting, the king of street fights who ruled the back alleys!

His background was so impressive that he blocked the transformed Hunkyo’s punch.

Kwaaaaang!

Another collision!

An explosion of energy occurred between the two summons.

– Grgh!

Hunkyo, who was swept up in the explosion and pushed back, frowned.

More than that Tyrant, the Vocalists’ songs amplifying and echoing from behind were more annoying.

But there wasn’t much he could do about that either.

‘Gasp!’

Because Tyrant’s fist was flying toward his head like a beam of light!

When Hunkyo instinctively tried to raise his guard to block.

‘No.’

His Master’s control came in.

Don’t block, dodge!

Hunkyo, gritting his teeth, opened his eyes wide and stared at the fist.

Reflexively turning his head while following his Master’s control, he bent his waist and added rotation.

Simultaneously striking upward with his body!

Kwaaaaaang!

He felt the sensation of his fist hitting something.

‘Did it connect?’

It seemed like damage went through.

But Tyrant didn’t just stay still either.

A foot that came from who knows when or what trajectory kicked Hunkyo’s abdomen.

Thwack!

Hunkyo’s body floated upward.

Whirl!

However, he turned his body again and landed while maintaining his balance.

‘This is a first.’

Hunkyo’s expression also showed tension.

The opponents he had faced before fell easily for simple tricks or counter attacks, but that Tyrant’s movements were somewhat different.

His fundamentals were definitely solid.

‘Master.’

What should I do?

Swords are one thing, but fists are a bit overwhelming.

There are various skills in his mind, but they’re just in his mind.

For them to come out and be embodied in his body, there must be blood, sweat, and time for training.

Smirk.

It was then that the corners of Baek Jin-woo’s mouth turned up.

‘This should definitely be doable, right?’

“Hunkyo.”

He muttered quietly.

“Relax your body. From now on, just follow my control.”

Yes.

Hunkyo relaxed his strength.

Tyrant charged forward again as if he had gained momentum.

Swish!

His fist cut through the air and stabbed in sharply.

It was so fast and irregular that his fist seemed to split into about three.

Destructive power that would cause at least a fracture with just a graze.

However, Hunkyo was still relaxing his strength in that state.

‘I trust Master.’

There are exactly two greatest geniuses that Hunkyo knows.

In martial arts, Aso is overwhelming, and overall, it’s Baek Jin-woo.

Master is so genius that he memorized all the formulas of the Gunjeong Mind Technique I taught him once and is gradually mastering it.

‘Gunjeong Mind Technique.’

The name doesn’t look grand, but Hunkyo was feeling how great a breathing technique it was.

He doesn’t know whose it is or where it came from, but it’s the greatest breathing technique in history in his mind!

I explained it as if it was nothing much because I was worried Master might feel burdened, but our Master is learning it as if to show off.

When such a Master is controlling, is there any reason to be afraid?

‘It’s being avoided.’

Swoosh!

Hunkyo unconsciously curled up the corners of his mouth.

Because he understood what Master’s control was trying to do.

His body moved before his mind could think.

Swish!

Hunkyo also threw out his fist.

So fast that his fist seemed to split into three…

‘It’s the same.’

Hunkyo was definitely copying Tyrant’s fist.

Kwagagagaga!

It was even more precise, faster, and efficient than that fist.

He grasped the weakness of Tyrant’s fist after seeing it just once and threw a fist that perfectly compensated for it.

‘Wow.’

Hunkyo felt a thrilling pleasure throughout his body.

Is this Master’s genius?

His body won’t stay still.

After throwing that fist, he runs to the side.

Kwaaaaang!

He felt the sensation of fist meeting fist.

He should have been knocked back after colliding with Tyrant’s fist, right?

Hunkyo was already running past Tyrant.

His direction was toward Vocalist.

‘Good.’

I can finally stop that song coming from that damn mouth!

Even while running, he extends his fists in three directions.

Kwagagagaga!

Fist strikes that shoot out like a snake toward each Vocalist’s head!

Jenos’s mouth falls wide open.

‘Wh-what the hell is that…!’

Kwaaaaang!

Three fists simultaneously pierced through Vocalist’s face.

Puhwak!

Heads bursting like watermelons breaking.

‘You really are.’

Jenos was dumbfounded.

This went beyond basics – it was perfect application, and he even copied the opponent’s skill with control.

‘Are you really crazy, Jinugod?’

It was a moment when only this thought came to mind.

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