I Became a Hunter with the Heavenly Slaughter Star Trait. - Chapter 50

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Episode 50

 

Episode 50

 

-Zzzing!

 

If it weren’t for the [Echo Walker]’s blink,

 

my heart would have been held in Zhang Yuan-long’s hand as well.

 

-Whoosh!

 

He definitely shouldn’t have been able to see the blink,

 

an ordinary person would have been staring at only my afterimage.

 

However, Zhang Yuan-long

 

looked at me as if he already knew where I was moving to.

 

-Swoosh.

 

And Zhang Yuan-long looks at his hand again.

 

“The flesh cannot keep up.”

 

-Crack.

 

When Zhang Yuan-long clenched his fist,

 

as if unable to overcome his own strength,

 

-Tremble tremble.

 

his arm shook violently.

 

‘…That’s not Zhang Yuan-long.’

 

That’s right.

 

His way of speaking,

 

his gaze,

 

even the air flowing around him is different.

 

Even though I’m quite oblivious,

 

I could just feel it.

 

That thing…

 

is something that’s not human.

 

“It seems what we thought was a gateway was actually a barrier.”

 

Choi Mu-ryeong’s judgment was quick.

 

As expected, a Hunter who’s been in and out of the Tower thousands of times is different.

 

“Then what should we do?”

 

All the Chinese Hunters are dead now.

 

Is this something we can handle among ourselves?

 

“He said the flesh cannot keep up. Let’s target that weakness.”

 

Easy to say.

 

“The problem is that even in a state where his flesh can’t keep up, he instantly annihilated the Chinese Hunters, isn’t it?”

 

“…”

 

Instead of answering, Choi Mu-ryeong grips his sword tighter.

 

And then,

 

“We can do it.”

 

Muttering words I don’t understand,

 

-Shing.

 

four swords rise upside down from behind his back.

 

And simultaneously,

 

-Dash!

 

Choi Mu-ryeong charges forward.

 

-Clang!

 

-Claaang!

 

-Clatter!

 

Four swords moving freely,

 

and one sword that Choi Mu-ryeong grips firmly and swings.

 

A total of five swords begin to press Zhang Yuan-long as if they were alive.

 

-Thud!

 

-Crack!

 

-Crunch!

 

Zhang Yuan-long blocks all of Choi Mu-ryeong’s attacks with his body.

 

Like striking a steel pillar,

 

Choi Mu-ryeong’s sword couldn’t leave a single scratch on Zhang Yuan-long.

 

Certainly,

 

Choi Mu-ryeong’s skill was overwhelming.

 

That was the difference between world ranking 3rd and 8th place.

 

However,

 

for some reason, right now Zhang Yuan-long is overwhelming Choi Mu-ryeong.

 

Deflecting swords with the back of his hand,

 

dodging swords with half-steps,

 

turning swords back with two fingers.

 

-Screeeech!!!!!

 

Before long, Choi Mu-ryeong

 

was in the position of blocking his own sword.

 

And then.

 

-Shiver…

 

At some moment, goosebumps rising on my back.

 

As if someone had grabbed my hair,

 

an eerie sensation grips my entire body.

 

-Dash!

 

There’s no time to think.

 

I moved my body instinctively.

 

-Whiiine…

 

The moment Choi Mu-ryeong’s sword trembles with a strange sound,

 

-Swoosh!

 

I dove between Zhang Yuan-long and Choi Mu-ryeong.

 

-Slash!

 

With one gesture from Zhang Yuan-long,

 

a sword heads toward Choi Mu-ryeong’s heart.

 

-Claaang!!!!

 

I deflected that sword.

 

-Crash!

 

My body bounces back from the recoil,

 

and Choi Mu-ryeong and I rolled on the floor.

 

Choi Mu-ryeong’s swords clatter to the ground.

 

And then,

 

“Oho…”

 

Zhang Yuan-long looks at me with a smiling face.

 

“How did you know?”

 

Eyes glowing red, unlike before, look at me.

 

At that moment.

 

-Kill!

 

-Kill!

 

-Kill!

 

As if my head would split,

 

an intense impulse seizes me.

 

And….

 

-Bzz… Bzzt!

 

-Bzzzzt…!

 

The system window breaks and shakes as if malfunctioning.

 

Unknown characters appear and disappear,

 

-Pop!

 

until finally a sentence is completed.

 

“…Cheonma?”

 

* * *

 

-Gooooooo….

 

The collapsed Bongma Dojang.

 

The black vortex covering the sky

 

was violent as if welcoming Cheonma’s return.

 

Swirling demonic energy.

 

For ordinary humans,

 

it was power that would kill instantly just by facing it.

 

Despite awakening in an imperfect vessel.

 

Cheonma was overwhelming.

 

Though currently contained in the temporary body of Zhang Yuan-long,

 

if he regained his original power,

 

Cheonma would surely collapse even the ‘Babel Tower’.

 

To do that, the first thing he must do is.

 

Escape this space created under Babel Tower’s dominion.

 

However.

 

“Wow, even for a Special Floor, isn’t this too harsh?”

 

The human with strange energy who appeared before him

 

was somehow disturbing Cheonma’s mood.

 

“….”

 

The other humans were, like all humans, ultimately just ‘human’.

 

But that one is different.

 

From head to toe,

 

a being composed purely of ‘killing’.

 

Though it seems he cannot properly handle that power right now….

 

‘Nothing good would come from letting him live.’

 

If left alive, he would surely become a troublemaker in the future.

 

Cheonma and Cheonsalseong may seem similar at first glance,

 

but in reality they were complete opposites.

 

So surely,

 

‘He must want to cut down this body.’

 

A killer sent by heaven.

 

How could he not want to kill one who defied heaven!

 

Therefore,

 

‘I must kill him first.’

 

I must twist the neck of that young bird

 

who has not yet broken out of his shell!

 

Only then can I stand above heaven again.

 

Cheonma controlled his energy.

 

If he exploded his power with an imperfect body,

 

his soul might lose its place to dwell.

 

-Gooooooo….

 

When Cheonma took one step, the floor turned black.

 

But only one place.

 

The spot where Lee Tae-pyeong stood was clean as if cut away.

 

-Swish.

 

When Cheonma extended his hand,

 

-Whiiiiing!

 

In the distance, a sword that had fallen beside the sprawled Choi Mu-ryeong flew over instantly.

 

-Thunk!

 

It settled in Cheonma’s grasp.

 

-Srrring!

 

Following the motion of Cheonma swinging the sword,

 

the black energy that had spread across the floor began to writhe.

 

“Cheonsalseong.”

 

A low voice that seemed to smile.

 

“I shall cut you down.”

 

* * *

 

-Sring!

 

As expected, Cheonma isn’t an ordinary title.

 

Every time he swung his sword,

 

I felt like space itself was being split.

 

-Tap tap!

 

Fortunately I can dodge,

 

but that’s all.

 

It means I can’t see any opening to counterattack.

 

Despite [Execution Eye] being activated,

 

I couldn’t see the ‘weak points’ that should normally be marked in red.

 

So I don’t even know where to stab?

 

-Slash!

 

Cut,

 

-Stab!

 

thrust,

 

-Slice!

 

and cut again,

 

but only shadows are severed.

 

Is this the difference in internal energy?

 

Cheonma skillfully avoided my attacks,

 

-Clang!

 

and struck back again.

 

-Crack!

 

When I came to my senses,

 

I was the one being pushed back.

 

Before I knew it, I was the one being pushed back.

 

‘Damn it…!’

 

This was completely different from fighting monsters.

 

‘I can’t see him.’

 

Just following along is already overwhelming.

 

At this rate,

 

I’ll be the one who gets beaten.

 

-Shwack!

 

The moment Cheonma’s sword tip pierced toward my throat,

 

-Clang!

 

Choi Mu-ryeong’s sword blocked Cheonma.

 

-Swish!

 

I immediately retreated,

 

then quickly aimed for Cheonma’s back.

 

-Slash!

 

Just barely.

 

The crescent blade grazed Cheonma’s neck,

 

but what was cut was only hair, not the neck.

 

-Whoosh…

 

Through the scattering hair,

 

-Thwack!!!!

 

Cheonma’s hand came flying.

 

-Crash!

 

When I came to my senses, I was already rolling on the floor.

 

-Drip…

 

And the fishy taste of blood flowing from my mouth.

 

‘I took a hit…’

 

It seems like I’ve never been beaten by anyone until now.

 

The name Cheonma isn’t given for nothing, it seems.

 

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and got up.

 

-Throb…!

 

My solar plexus, where I was hit, throbbed.

 

I should be grateful I’m not dead.

 

Cheonma, who had already knocked down Choi Mu-ryeong, looked at me and smiled.

 

“As a final mercy…”

 

“…”

 

“I shall teach you what true ‘killing’ is.”

 

-Step.

 

-Step.

 

-Step.

 

With each step Cheonma took toward me,

 

the shadows covering the floor rippled.

 

And then,

 

-Whoosh!

 

As if piercing through a swirling vortex,

 

a sharply gleaming sword.

 

‘This is wrong.’

 

I can’t block this strike.

 

My instincts already knew this fact.

 

-Slice!

 

The sword tip flying through the darkness.

 

-Flash!

 

At that moment,

 

-Whoooosh!

 

A golden light flashed before my eyes.

 

And then,

 

-Clang!

 

Cheonma’s sword fell to the floor.

 

“Graaah!”

 

A giant golden hand gripping Cheonma’s body tightly!

 

“Take up your sword!”

 

The one shouting at me

 

was none other than Tenjin.

 

The monk who had never once opened his mouth due to his vow of silence

 

was shouting at me at the top of his lungs.

 

“Now is the time!”

 

Tenjin’s voice was desperate.

 

The golden hand gripping Cheonma.

 

Black shadows were slowly seeping out between its fingers.

 

“Even Buddha’s hand cannot hold on much longer!”

 

Buddha’s hand.

 

That must have been Tenjin’s skill.

 

“Hurry!!!”

 

At that powerful cry,

 

I picked up the sword Cheonma had dropped.

 

“Graaaah!”

 

As if realizing what was about to happen,

 

Cheonma struggled.

 

I staggered toward Cheonma.

 

-Step.

 

-Step.

 

-Step.

 

With each step I took,

 

the shadows that had spread from Cheonma scattered.

 

“…I shall teach you what true ‘killing’ is.”

 

I recited the words Cheonma had said,

 

-Whoosh!

 

and raised the sword high.

 

And then,

 

-Thunk!!!!

 

The sword that cut through bone and flesh,

 

swallowing blood.

 

“Gaaaah…!!!”

 

Cheonma’s heart,

 

no.

 

As Zhang Yuan-long’s heart was pierced through,

 

Cheonma’s soul began to separate, having lost its place to go.

 

-Thud!

 

Cheonma’s trembling hand dropped down.

 

-Thump!

 

Cheonma collapsed, pierced by the sword.

 

No, Zhang Yuan-long.

 

-Swooosh….

 

The golden hand that had been gripping Cheonma also slowly disappears.

 

And….

 

The system window that had been a complete mess returns to normal,

 

and a Quest Clear notification appears.

 

It seems the soul of Cheonma that had been imperfectly taking root

 

has been completely destroyed.

 

“Kuk….”

 

And,

 

“…Tenjin!!!”

 

Tenjin, who had been hidden behind Zhang Yuan-long’s body, also reveals himself.

 

“Cough!”

 

Just like Zhang Yuan-long,

 

pierced through by the sword.

 

That’s right.

 

Buddha’s hand was holding Cheonma’s soul,

 

and Tenjin was holding onto Zhang Yuan-long.

 

So it was only natural that the sword that pierced through Cheonma also pierced through Tenjin.

 

I hurriedly tried to support Tenjin, but,

 

“I’m fine….”

 

Tenjin refuses.

 

Too much blood was already pouring out.

 

His face was much paler than when

 

the Snake Statue was draining his blood.

 

Everyone here could tell.

 

Tenjin was going to die soon.

 

“Thank you….”

 

Tenjin says, looking at me.

 

“Please, use your power for the right cause….”

 

His voice growing fainter and fainter.

 

And,

 

-Thud.

 

Tenjin’s head drops powerlessly.

 

-Flash!

 

At the same time, a reward chest appears before my eyes.

 

Unlike the Gold, Platinum, and Diamond chests,

 

this chest shines brilliantly with rainbow colors.

 

A special reward from the Special Floor.

 

It must contain something incredible.

 

But it doesn’t catch my eye.

 

My gaze remains fixed on Tenjin.

 

“Taepyeong, in Babel Tower, unavoidable sacrifices are….”

 

Ban Hae-yeong starts to say something,

 

but I ignore her and open my inventory.

 

And,

 

The [Revival Herb] I obtained from a Platinum chest long ago.

 

At first, I wondered where I would use this.

 

This actually works?

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