I Got an Ex-Class Omnipotent System - Chapter 260

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Chapter 260
260: Dohyun VS Hwang Hana (2)
Boom——!
As the sound of tearing air erupted from both ends of the Sparring Hall and the recoil sent them hurtling toward each other, the gazes of Dohyun and Hwang Hana crossed like lightning. In that instant, Hwang Hana’s body accelerated once more in midair.
Whoosh——!!
Another sharp crack of displaced air, and Hwang Hana was propelled forward as if the very atmosphere compressed around her. She flew at a speed even faster than before, raising her dagger toward Dohyun.
In that stretched moment of time, Hwang Hana thought as she rushed toward him.
‘I cannot treat him as a mere Trainee anymore.’
The naturally gifted Trainee had likely grown stronger than even herself by now. With that assessment, a dark aura of death bloomed from the dagger in her hand.
Severing Life.
A dagger wreathed in the death aura that could sever one’s very existence—yet in that moment, Dohyun’s brow furrowed.
Was it because the power of Severing Life was so threatening?
Hardly.
‘How predictable.’
After increasing her speed, all she did was shoot forward honestly and swing her dagger.
Dohyun watched her approach and simply caught the hand wielding Hwang Hana’s dagger with his bare palm.
Snap!
Hwang Hana’s dagger-wielding hand, seized mid-flight, could advance no further. Dohyun grabbed her wrist and, using the momentum of her forward rush, rotated his body upward in a spinning motion before driving his knee toward her exposed abdomen.
Hwang Hana quickly tried to catch his knee with her free arm, attempting to block it the way Dohyun had twisted her wrist, but his speed—amplified by the momentum of his rotation—was far superior.
Boom——!!!
The shockwave erupting from Dohyun’s knee as it struck her abdomen pierced through and burst out her back, scattering the impact in all directions.
The shockwave originating from her abdomen violently shook her insides.
Because of this internal devastation, she wasn’t sent flying upward with the shockwave but instead remained suspended in midair, absorbing the full force of the blow.
“Cough!”
Hwang Hana’s vision turned pale white, and instinct screamed at her that if she remained like this, death itself might claim her.
In a fraction of a second, her instincts blazed to life and moved her body.
Her free hand pressed against Dohyun’s knee still embedded in her abdomen, and using that hand as a pivot point, she spun in midair, wrenching her captured hand free while rotating her body to unleash a kick.
‘Interesting.’
The kick, brilliant with combat sense, made Dohyun’s eyes gleam with intrigue.
But he simply extended his hand toward the incoming kick, dispersing the impact before it reached him, and gently pushed her back as he retreated.
Hwang Hana didn’t stop there—she added another rotation and swung her dagger, now wreathed in Severing Life, once more.
The black aura of Severing Life carved a dark diagonal line through the air, descending upon Dohyun like the scythe of death itself. But in response, Dohyun simply threw a dagger from his pocket.
Then.
The blade of Hwang Hana’s dagger collided perfectly with his thrown dagger in midair, and the two blades clashed.
Clang——!!!
‘…!’
Brilliant sparks erupted as Dohyun’s dagger deflected hers, and the Severing Life aura that had been invoked dimmed like a dying flame.
The dagger she had swung hadn’t yet been recovered when Dohyun, retreating backward, touched the ground with his back foot and immediately pushed off, launching himself toward her.
Hwang Hana had known of Dohyun’s combat sense from before and had entered this duel believing it had grown far beyond what it was when he was a Trainee, yet this was incomprehensible.
He moved as if every attack she made was transparent to him, held within the palm of his hand. Worse, Dohyun had launched only one direct attack, and that single strike had struck her abdomen with perfect precision. The gap between them was staggering.
‘This is absurd.’
I had anticipated being roughly half as strong, but this wasn’t merely half—it was far worse.
I was falling behind by at least two or three moves, if not more.
Every single move from start to finish was transparent to him, yet I couldn’t read even a single one of Dohyun’s moves.
It felt as though a colossal wall stood before me, but I shook my head and cast the thought aside.
I needed to focus entirely on this battle itself, and just as Hwang Hana lunged forward to meet the incoming Dohyun, in that very instant—
My legs buckled.
I felt the strength drain from my legs.
Could it be?
‘From that first blow to my abdomen?’
The impact that had struck my abdomen hadn’t fully dissipated, though I’d thought the damage wouldn’t be this severe. Yet it transmitted directly through my legs, and though I should have pushed off the ground with speed, my strength failed me and I nearly collapsed in place.
It was already too late to move.
Watching Dohyun rush toward me, I instead planted both legs firmly and drew another dagger to meet him head-on, gripping one in each hand.
One dagger I held in reverse grip, the other straight, as I faced Dohyun.
‘I’ll hold my ground here.’
That was my resolve as I glared at Dohyun, and seeing my expression, he wiped away his smile and nodded solemnly.
Until now, my style had been far too direct and predictable, but this time he sensed something different, so Dohyun adopted a serious expression as well.
However—
‘…Hana?’
I watched Dohyun rush toward me wielding only a single dagger, and while my pride might have stung, I chose to accept this as my current reality.
I was the challenger now.
There was no room for wounded pride.
Once I accepted this truth, my previously rigid body relaxed somewhat, and my arms began to move properly.
Thus, the two daggers I wielded with renewed speed unleashed a savage tempest toward Dohyun.
Shwiiiiing———!!!
Accompanied by the shriek of blades cutting through the air from all directions, a storm of slashes created by my two daggers enveloped Dohyun.
Or rather, it attempted to.
But—
The single dagger gripped in Dohyun’s hand began to undulate fluidly, leaving afterimages as it moved through the air, and it began deflecting every single one of my two daggers that came at him from all directions.
Clang clang clang clang clang———!!!
Thus, a shower of sparks bloomed in the midair.
Embers scattered in all directions and spread outward, yet both Dohyun and I stood firm in our positions.
We redirected the force of each other’s attacks and defenses with perfect precision, causing sparks to trail brilliantly as metal dust scattered through the air.
While beautiful to behold, amid the storm of blades, Dohyun couldn’t help but nod slightly as he looked at me.
‘So it truly is S-rank dagger mastery?’
As I thought this, I recalled the characteristics that existed among each race, which I had discovered previously. Though Analysis had revealed this as well, if I hadn’t questioned it, Analysis wouldn’t have shared it—so it was as much my discovery as anyone’s.
In any case, the characteristic I had uncovered was this:
‘Just as the Birdman race possesses atavism, each different race has its own distinct traits, and humans possess far superior characteristics than one might expect.’
Specifically, they possessed the characteristic of superiority in weapon mastery.
What did this mean?
For instance, those with S-rank traits like Hanalin, Jiyuchan, and Hwang Hana almost invariably possess either a weapon technique one tier below their trait level or a skill involving mana manipulation.
In fact, with just a little effort, they obtain a weapon technique equal to their trait—a natural advancement. But Dohyun and Analysis, while called skills for convenience, could be viewed as talents in their own right.
And what Hwang Hana displayed now was the majesty of S-rank dagger mastery.
Clang clang clang clang clang——!!!
Hwang Hana wielded her dagger fluidly through midair, driving it toward Dohyun without hesitation.
Though Dohyun was pushed back in terms of raw numbers, in those fleeting gaps he thrust his dagger forward, only for Hwang Hana to parry with uncanny precision.
It was an impossible exchange unless her dagger mastery had reached a certain transcendent level.
Watching from a distance, Hanalin, Jiyuchan, and even Hezway couldn’t help but voice their admiration.
“As expected of Instructor Hwang Hana.”
“Indeed.”
“That dagger technique is truly remarkable.”
Though they voiced their praise, all three shared a similar underlying sentiment.
Namely.
“But it’s far too monotonous.”
“There’s no variation.”
“Too straightforward.”
Just as Dohyun had said initially, Hwang Hana’s movements were painfully rigid.
At best, they were textbook perfect; at worst, they were formulaic and constrained.
And that very rigidity made what came next possible.
Watching Hwang Hana’s dagger technique, Dohyun decided it was time to teach her something new, deflecting her incoming blade.
The gap created forced Hwang Hana to swing her second dagger quickly to cover it, but Dohyun simply sidestepped with ease, closing the distance between them.
Whoosh!
The dagger carved through empty air.
Hwang Hana recovered her rebounding blade and thrust again, but this time, rather than bounce back, Dohyun evaded and narrowed the gap—a sudden proximity that demanded she recalibrate her reach. In that instant, she retreated swiftly to widen the distance.
The gap had closed, but Hwang Hana judged that even Dohyun couldn’t mount an effective attack in such tight quarters. Yet the moment she began her retreat, Dohyun’s empty hand shot toward her abdomen, and then—
Boom——!!!
His hand transformed into a punch of explosive force, slamming into Hwang Hana’s midsection.
Her abdomen had only just begun recovering, but Dohyun’s fist drove nearly half a knuckle-length deep, and the impact sent her flying backward like a projectile into the wall.
Crash———!!
Clang——!!!
Metal shrieked against metal as Hwang Hana’s entire diaphragm contracted violently, leaving her unable to draw a proper breath.
In that suspended moment of breathlessness, the oxygen reaching her brain was expelled all at once.
“Cough… hack…”
A strangled gasp escaped her, and her consciousness darkened as though a switch had been flipped.
In that fractional instant when thought abandoned her, Dohyun moved with such velocity that time itself seemed to stretch, and he swung his dagger toward Hwang Hana—now gasping in midair, every cell screaming for oxygen.
And in that moment, Hwang Hana could see it.
Death.
That dagger hurtling toward her was no mere blade.
She felt death itself taking form.
Convinced that death would claim her if she remained still, despite the oxygen deprivation that made even a finger twitch nearly impossible, Hwang Hana writhed and summoned every ounce of strength to move her dagger.
‘Even if I… die…!!!’
In that moment, Hwang Hana’s eyes blazed with a flame that defied death itself, and her dagger, driven by every ounce of her strength, pierced toward Dohyun’s blind spot.
The dagger shot from Hwang Hana’s fingertips moved like an unstoppable torrent that even she could no longer control, flying with perfect precision toward Dohyun’s blind spot.
Hwang Hana watched Dohyun’s dagger fly toward her without closing her eyes, accepting it with serene composure—and in that instant, Dohyun’s dagger stopped dead in front of her eyes.
Seeing the dagger freeze mid-motion, Hwang Hana wondered if her own blade had finally found its mark in Dohyun’s blind spot.
But there it was—Dohyun’s arm moved with serpentine grace, trapping the blade of her incoming dagger between his index and middle fingers, effortlessly neutralizing it.
“…Ah.”
At the sight, Hwang Hana let out a hollow sound, and in that moment, the pain and shock that had plagued her until now drained away, leaving her to collapse onto the ground.
Thump.
Even her final attack—unleashed without regard for death—had been blocked.
The difference in skill was absolute.
That was the only accurate way to describe it.
As Hwang Hana sat in stunned silence, staring blankly into the void, Dohyun reflected on her final move.
‘That last strike was quite impressive.’
Even I had to admit that her final blow was genuinely exceptional.
And because of that, I could see it clearly.
‘If she just learns the fundamentals, she’ll pick things up incredibly fast.’
With just a bit of instruction on how to apply martial techniques and movements, wouldn’t Hwang Hana progress faster than anyone else?
So when I decided this was enough and was about to tell Hwang Hana she’d passed—
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I’m ready to join the Party yet.”
“…What?”
Hwang Hana’s sudden declaration.
At her words, I stared at her blankly, trying to respond quickly, but—
“I’ll work harder and come back to try again.”
Hwang Hana spoke with finality, as if driving a wedge into the matter.
“Uh, u-uh?”
Before I could say anything, Hwang Hana stood and left the Sparring Hall, and my eyes wavered. Hanalin, along with Jiyuchan and Hezway, all fixed me with sharp, piercing stares.
“I told you to take it easy.”
“Seriously.”
“You trampled a budding seedling mercilessly.”
At their words, I felt wronged, but I had nothing to say in my defense.
The truth was, I had been a bit too harsh.
So, belatedly—
“Instructor!!! Wait a moment!!! Let’s talk!!!”
I chased after Hwang Hana, who had already left the Sparring Hall, finally catching up.

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