I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 175

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#Chapter 175
A sharp, electrifying jolt struck Blood Pursuer—the kind of impact that would snap even a madman back to consciousness.
For a moment, light flickered back into Blood Pursuer’s eyes. But it was fleeting.
“Grrrrgh.”
His gaze clouded over once more, and Blood Pursuer released a sound as bestial as any creature.
If that had been the extent of it, I would have questioned why I’d ever learned such a technique in the first place.
But as Blood Pursuer charged forward as though untouched by the strike, I grasped the true nature of his martial art.
‘He feels no pain?’
I myself had experienced brain energy backflowing through my body during training more than once, so I understood.
How agonizing it was when brain energy burrowed through flesh.
Moreover, that last attack had been delivered with full intent and force.
Yet Blood Pursuer rushed at me as though unharmed, wielding the staff in his grip with savage efficiency.
He appeared genuinely untouched by any blow.
Clang, clang-clang!
I parried his strikes with my blade and retreated several steps.
But whether I was being pushed back was ambiguous at best.
The reason being that while his attacks were repeatedly blocked, I had pierced through his defense several times, drawing blood across his body.
Yet Blood Pursuer didn’t even flinch, unleashing attacks like a vengeful spirit.
There was no other explanation—he truly felt no pain.
But damage and suffering were accumulating regardless.
Boom!
As Blood Pursuer relentlessly pressed his assault against me, Nox’s fist connected, sending him flying sideways.
Blood Pursuer corrected his posture mid-flight and charged back toward us, but this time Araktar spewed webbing that ensnared his feet.
Scritch-scritch-scritch-scritch!
Blood Pursuer immediately swung his staff, attempting to sever the webbing.
But before he could fully cut through the resilient strands, Akasha closed in from behind and raked her blade across his back.
“Roooaaarrgh!”
Assailed from multiple directions, his fury finally boiled over as he unleashed a primal shriek.
That in itself was unremarkable.
But what happened next was different.
Whoosh!
As Blood Pursuer screamed and twisted his body, Karon, who had closed in to attack, was hurled backward.
Not only that—Araktar’s webbing couldn’t withstand his thrashing and was torn to shreds.
Considering how resilient and durable Araktar’s webbing was, the raw strength on display was truly staggering.
Boom!
In the end, he shook off all the undead and succeeded in closing the distance to me once more.
But truthfully, had I wished it, I could have easily evaded his approach.
Had I simply widened the distance and commanded the undead to attack him, Blood Pursuer would have had no recourse.
The reason I didn’t block his advance was simple.
Clang!
There was no reason to avoid the thrill of battling a formidable opponent.
Before his eyes had flipped, Blood Pursuer had been a somewhat tedious adversary, but now he was more than enough to capture my interest.
Clang, clang, clang—!
I matched Blood Pursuer’s pace and swung my sword like a madman, deflecting his attacks, evading them, and blocking them.
Meanwhile, whenever an opening appeared, I eagerly drove my blade into his body, and so Blood Pursuer’s form grew increasingly stained crimson.
Had he been an ordinary living creature, he would have long since retreated, crying out in agony.
But Blood Pursuer simply advanced, and advanced again.
Seeing such relentless momentum, I too felt my excitement rise, and I abandoned evasion altogether, meeting his blade with sword strikes of my own.
Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang!
The sharp metallic ring echoed ceaselessly through the Cavern Chamber.
After some time had passed, at a certain moment, I began to feel doubt.
‘Why won’t he fall?’
I could accept that he felt no pain—there were plenty of martial techniques with such side effects.
But the fact that Blood Pursuer refused to fall, separate from the pain, was extraordinarily strange.
His entire body was drenched in blood, and the degree of his hemorrhaging had long since exceeded dangerous levels by any measure.
Moreover, his body was so tattered that by appearances alone, it seemed he would collapse with a single casual strike.
Yet Blood Pursuer’s movements only grew faster as time passed, and his strength seemed to increase as well.
This transcended what could be dismissed as merely a characteristic of his martial technique.
‘That’s it. There must be some other special property at work.’
I continued my assault while narrowing my eyes, observing my opponent intently.
Everything has a price.
It was inconceivable that Blood Pursuer truly possessed a perfect immortal body and could continue his attacks without any issue whatsoever.
‘What could it be? What is sustaining him?’
I flicked away a claw strike with my sword and swept at his shin with a kick, pondering the question.
But as I deliberated, my attention was drawn to the blood covering Blood Pursuer.
‘The blood… it hasn’t dried at all?’
The battle had already been ongoing for quite some time.
By now, the blood should have begun to change color and congeal, yet the blood staining Blood Pursuer’s garments had not.
It maintained a bright crimson hue, as if freshly drawn from his body.
As I observed this carefully, I noticed one more fact.
Even as blood streamed downward, certain rivulets of it were flowing upward along his legs in the opposite direction.
The blood was circulating.
‘Circulating?’
Where could this blood possibly be coming from that it was circulating?
I had shed some blood, certainly, but not in significant quantity. The undead naturally shed no blood whatsoever.
Then where was Blood Pursuer absorbing blood from?
The answer was not difficult to find.
The stains scattered throughout this area.
The stains that had long since dried and hardened were gradually reviving and being drawn into Blood Pursuer’s body.
The process was so subtle that one would fail to notice it without careful observation, but once it entered my awareness, it became unmistakably clear.
“Krraaaagh!”
Jung Han-sung watched as Blood Pursuer unleashed a primal roar.
The moment he realized the creature was finally at a disadvantage, he understood why it had fled to this cave.
If escape were the only objective, there would be no reason to flee to a dead-end like the Cave.
With such mastery of lightness technique, running far away would have given it a much higher chance of shaking him off.
‘So it wasn’t mere sadism after all.’
Jung Han-sung recalled the corpses he had seen while passing through the Cave.
All of them had been torn open to drain blood efficiently.
Since some corpses still retained blood, he had assumed it was Blood Pursuer’s twisted hobby—that the blood technique had ravaged its mind completely.
But now it seemed those preparations served a deeper purpose for its blood technique.
As he had considered before, blood technique held profound connections to sorcery.
Fundamentally, the manipulation of blood carried deeply sorcerous implications.
Therefore, it was hardly surprising that the creature was utilizing the blood it had scattered beforehand in some manner.
“So that’s what this is.”
Jung Han-sung’s lips curved upward.
The standard approach would be to eliminate the source of its power, weaken it, then strike.
Most Awakeners would naturally choose such a method.
But I was different.
“Then let’s see how far its limits truly extend.”
If it could wield semi-immortal power through blood as a medium, it was only natural to be curious about those limits.
I had no intention of missing this opportunity to satisfy that curiosity.
Crackle!
I drew forth the brain energy I had temporarily suppressed to analyze the enemy’s abilities.
Operating my divine technique in that state, my senses gradually sharpened as the world around me began to slow.
Within that decelerated time, I began earnestly tearing into Blood Pursuer’s body.
Slash-slash-slash-slash!
Each blade I swung carved crimson lines across the creature’s form.
More blood poured forth, and simultaneously, an equal amount was drawn into the beast.
It was a cycle. A circulation of blood.
I gladly amplified that circulation further.
“Kraaaaaaagh!”
As the circulation intensified, Blood Pursuer lost its sanity bit by bit.
Yet as compensation, its physical abilities climbed ever higher, and soon wounds began accumulating on my body as well.
Still, the other undead suffered far less damage.
Blood Pursuer had eyes only for me.
But the undead seemed to find that inconvenient, pursuing the creature with relentless determination to bring it down.
Within such circumstances, the circulation grew ever larger.
Blood fountained from its body in torrents while simultaneously gulping down the blood scattered throughout the entire Cave.
Boom―!
Crash!
As the monster grew increasingly powerful, its weapon finally tore through Jung Han-sung’s shoulder.
It was genuine pain—something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
But Jung Han-sung paid it no mind and sliced through the creature’s body.
Unlike Blood Pursuer, I could still feel pain, but this level of injury was easily bearable.
Crack!
In exchange for tearing through Jung Han-sung’s shoulder, Blood Pursuer’s forearm split cleanly in half.
If anyone else were watching their fight right now, they would be absolutely horrified.
And it wasn’t just Blood Pursuer—Jung Han-sung’s methods for testing the creature’s limits were equally brutal.
Boom!
By the time Blood Pursuer had grown so powerful that a mere punch could pulverize solid rock into dust.
“Ugh!”
Blood Pursuer suddenly convulsed in agony, staggering backward as he tried to attack Jung Han-sung.
Seeing this, Jung Han-sung’s lips curved upward once more.
He had immediately grasped the reason for the creature’s suffering.
Blood still poured from Blood Pursuer’s body, but the amount being absorbed by the creature had noticeably diminished.
At last, the limit had arrived.
Clang clang clang!
Even so, the creature continued its assault on Jung Han-sung, but the force behind each strike had clearly weakened.
Clang!
With every clash of weapons, the creature’s strength and speed deteriorated further.
Meanwhile, Jung Han-sung pressed forward as if limits were a foreign concept, and Blood Pursuer’s condition rapidly deteriorated.
“This… this can’t be possible…”
Finally, light returned to Blood Pursuer’s eyes.
Regaining consciousness usually meant something good, but not for Blood Pursuer.
The blood technique he had unleashed could only naturally dissolve after claiming the opponent’s life.
Yet the technique had broken midway—this meant one thing.
“No, this can’t happen!”
The blood technique had reached its limit.
More precisely, he no longer had the strength to maintain its circulation.
Either way, the result was the same.
Crack!
“Argh!”
Akasha’s blade, descending from behind, pierced through Blood Pursuer, drawing a scream of agony.
Boom!
Nox’s fist struck next, and Blood Pursuer cried out in pain, his body convulsing.
And when Jung Han-sung swung his blade, the creature couldn’t even scream.
“This can’t be, this can’t be!”
The creature shrieked as if wailing.
But Jung Han-sung did not stop. He simply pressed forward relentlessly.
And so, at the moment when blood finally ran dry.
“Ugh.”
Blood dribbled from Blood Pursuer’s mouth. Then, abruptly, his body swelled grotesquely.
Crack—
His form collapsed inward, leaving only a pool of blood on the ground.
A pathetic end befitting one who had cultivated such a shallow blood technique.
And Jung Han-sung, having witnessed such a demise, let his sword hang loose as he murmured.
“Refreshing.”
It was a sensation I hadn’t felt in ages—that exhilarating clarity that comes only after pouring everything I had into a single moment.
And Onyx, observing Jung Han-sung, muttered to himself.
―A madman for a master.
Wondering who the real monster was.

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