I Just Subscribed and It’s the Best Hunter of All Time - Chapter 261

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#Chapter 261.
My enmity with Sargon stretched back far into the past.
It had begun not long after I first set foot in The Tower—a clash with one of his servants on the 10th Floor.
‘Back then, I never imagined this grudge would persist for so long.’
If one of my subordinates had been defeated, I would have simply accepted it and moved on. Yet here was a god, petty enough to drag this feud all the way to the present?
Jung Han-sung, entertaining a thought that would have made Sargon’s face darken with fury, flicked his blade as he spoke.
“There’s something I’m curious about.”
“What is it?”
Sargon seemed to sense the shift in Jung Han-sung’s momentum, pausing his assault to ask.
Though even then, I could feel him preparing something in the background.
Jung Han-sung asked genuinely, his curiosity sincere.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to lose again and claim it doesn’t count because you weren’t using your full power?”
Sargon fell silent for a moment before speaking.
“Are you insulting me?”
“Insulting? How is it an insult when you’ve been doing exactly that all this time?”
“It seems I was misunderstood. That was never my intention.”
“Then stop dancing around it. Are we settling this once and for all today or not?”
Jung Han-sung’s eyes gleamed with cold intensity.
“If you’re going to kill me, do it decisively here and now. Don’t hold back your strength halfway.”
Sargon laughed.
Though it was clear at a glance that this laughter did not spring from genuine amusement.
A brief silence passed between them.
Then, moments later.
CRASH―!
As a pillar several times larger than before came crashing down, Jung Han-sung tore through space and brought Arzka down in a sweeping arc.
CLANG―!
A sharp metallic screech echoed through the air.
He had cut precisely through the flow of power, yet Sargon blocked it with merely one arm raised.
However, his expression was far from pleased.
Despite successfully defending against the attack, considerable impact had gotten through.
“This is no ordinary weapon.”
“Right. It’s forged from the souls of those who harbored resentment toward you.”
Jung Han-sung answered Sargon’s remark obligingly.
He had no choice—Arzka had specifically requested that he tell Sargon this directly. The blade wanted him to know what he was being struck by.
Sargon’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
“Resentment, you say.”
Then his lips curved upward on one side.
“Are there not countless mortals who curse a god?”
Immediately after.
Black light warped and spread outward from Sargon’s body.
It wasn’t mere mana. It was Sargon’s power. His divinity. It was manifesting and beginning to spread throughout the surroundings.
Boom!
Jung Han-sung swung his sword forcefully against the crushing pressure bearing down on his body, drawing forth his own divinity to meet it.
Crash!
His divinity erupted outward, pushing back the force. Yet Sargon’s aura remained overwhelmingly stronger.
Currently, Sargon’s power was considerably restricted.
He had descended to Floor 250 specifically to face Jung Han-sung as his chosen opponent.
Unlike what he had done Below 200th Floor—sending subordinates instead of coming himself—he was still unable to exert his full strength.
But regardless, the being before me was undoubtedly Sargon’s true form.
Boom!
Once again, a pillar came crashing down.
The difference this time was that the ground around the fallen pillar began to darken, stained black.
Jung Han-sung sensed Sargon’s viscous malice emanating from that spot and moved at high speed to escape it.
‘As expected, his mastery of divinity surpasses mine.’
No matter how much he had restricted the total amount of his power, that didn’t diminish his skill in wielding it.
Sargon was a transcendent who had ascended to godhood far earlier than Jung Han-sung.
But Jung Han-sung understood something.
Divinity was an extraordinarily powerful force.
However, godhood wasn’t determined solely by the total amount of divinity, nor did better mastery of divinity necessarily mean greater strength.
Among demigods, there existed terrifying monsters capable of casually toppling ordinary gods.
And Jung Han-sung had already fought such a monster to a standstill before.
Boom!
Pushing off the ground, Jung Han-sung read the flow and pierced straight through the domain Sargon was unfolding.
Sargon, undaunted by Jung Han-sung’s approach, swung his hand.
Crash!
Dozens of thin pillars materialized from the void and shot down toward Jung Han-sung.
To be precise, he had launched dozens of rods with blunt ends rather than true pillars.
But Jung Han-sung didn’t spare them a single glance.
Even so, the pillars seemed to dodge around Jung Han-sung as if alive, embedding themselves in the ground instead.
That was because Jung Han-sung had complete dominion over the flow of this area.
Reading the flow was a power separate from godhood.
But after ascending to transcendence, Jung Han-sung could read the flow with far greater clarity.
Moreover, he could see further and wider.
Boom!
Thus, with merely two pushes off the ground, he evaded all attacks and reached Sargon’s position.
―How audacious!
Sargon cried out toward Jung Han-sung.
By then, Sargon’s body had swollen to enormous proportions. From that sight, I understood.
‘That wasn’t his true form.’
A colossal body covered entirely in black.
It was a form similar to what Jung Han-sung had once theorized about Sargon, yet surprisingly, that was not his true body.
By his assessment, the true body was indeed that human form from before.
This current manifestation was merely divinity draped around his body like armor.
Jung Han-sung swung his blade toward Sargon’s divinity.
Crash-crash-crash-crash-crash!
The blade pierced through the divinity.
But the depth was shallow.
The wound he carved sealed itself as rapidly as the blade had cut, and he rolled his body to the side to evade Sargon’s counterattack.
Boom-boom-boom-boom!
A pillar erupted from where he had been standing.
At first glance, this exchange seemed manageable enough, but in reality, it was far from it.
The speed at which both of them moved was absolutely staggering.
Had an ordinary person been seated in that spectator area, they would have been unable to comprehend what was even happening.
Jung Han-sung and Sargon were moving at a speed as if fast-forwarded by a factor of ten.
Crash-crash-crash-boom!
Even so, they never ceased, attacking, blocking, and evading one another relentlessly.
As Jung Han-sung had assessed, Sargon’s mastery of divinity was clearly superior.
Sargon wielded his divinity like armor while simultaneously lashing it like a whip, and even projecting it outward.
But Jung Han-sung could not do such things.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Thus, Jung Han-sung could only channel divinity purely into his blade.
However, that did not mean the defense was unguarded.
―Argh! It hurts!
Onyx was defending his body.
Having recovered his strength just barely before reaching his limit, Onyx spared no effort in using his divinity to block the attacks.
Though he was crying out and making weak sounds, Onyx was wrapping Jung Han-sung firmly in his divinity, enduring Sargon’s assault.
Clang!
―Argh!
He was being rather dramatic about it.
It wasn’t even a direct hit.
Well, if he had taken Sargon’s attack head-on, he wouldn’t have had time to cry out.
Each of Sargon’s attacks was ominously formidable.
Jung Han-sung was deliberately taking only the attacks he had calculated he could afford to take.
“Hah.”
Exhaling sharply, Jung Han-sung pushed off the ground again, closing the distance with Sargon.
Sargon shifted his form, then silently pressed forward with a terrifying momentum.
Boom-boom-boom-boom―!
Yet Jung Han-sung’s ability to evade every attack and approach to swing his blade seemed all the more impressive.
But Jung Han-sung could not take pure joy in this.
‘The momentum is nearly stalled.’
The paths leading to Sargon were nearly all sealed off.
If there had been ten routes initially, now there was merely the difference of a single, hazy path remaining.
So Jung Han-sung had no choice but to block or evade attacks as much as possible, waiting for the moment that path would become clear before launching himself forward.
Yet he did not despair at the sight of it.
‘It’s better than fighting Arthur.’
The memory of that sparring match with Arthur remained vivid in my mind.
When we faced each other head-on.
The path leading to Arthur showed not a single opening in its flow.
It felt as though I stood before not a person, but an immense mountain range.
If we both restricted our power equally, Sargon’s strength and speed would surpass mine, but in finesse, I could never match Arthur.
‘Sargon is far easier to contend with.’
Of course, someday I would surpass my Master. I had no idea how long it would take, but I had never entertained thoughts of surrender.
But Sargon was different.
I had never once regarded Sargon as an insurmountable wall.
Kwaaang―!
Evading another assault, Jung Han-sung swung his blade.
* * *
Sargon’s initial emotion toward Jung Han-sung was curiosity.
Yes. Curiosity.
It was far removed from human curiosity. He had regarded Jung Han-sung as little more than a somewhat exceptional ant.
No matter how exceptional, why would he show more than passing interest in a mortal who had only just set foot in The Tower?
Yet one of his subordinates sent against this mere ant had fallen.
His curiosity only deepened.
So he set traps. To ascertain precisely what level this one had reached.
Jung Han-sung dismantled even those. From that point onward, Sargon took far greater interest in him.
He sent endless traps to test him, while simultaneously not forgetting to attempt seduction.
To him, others were merely objects to be exploited.
It had always been so, even when he was human.
Whether they were stronger or weaker. Whether their station was high or low.
Sargon had always viewed everything as something he could use.
Exploiting those weaker than himself. Deceiving and using those stronger.
Climbing ever upward, ever upward, until he arrived at the seat of the Transcendent—was that not his very nature?
He had lived his entire existence that way, and finally grasped that brilliant position. Such thoughts would never change.
Even after becoming a Transcendent, he had continued his ascent. Though called the Evil God, none feared him any less—none dared mock him.
Therefore, Sargon believed that Jung Han-sung, too, would eventually kneel before him.
Kwaaaaaaaaang―!
Such a being. Now stood before him, fighting.
Ordinarily, Sargon would never have revealed himself in such a place.
He had changed his mind upon witnessing the destruction of the last subordinate he had sent.
At that moment, Sargon had thought.
‘This one cannot be used.’
There were occasionally such types.
Those too rigid to be exploited. Those who would choose death rather than be used.
In Sargon’s assessment, Jung Han-sung clearly belonged to that category.
And since ancient times, Sargon’s judgment for such types had been singular.
Execution.
―Krrrraaaaaaagh!
Sargon roared with divine power infused into his voice, raising one arm high.
Regrettable as it may be, that one must be disposed of.
Here and now. Forever.
Yet Jung Han-sung, marked for disposal, was smiling.
As though this battle brought him genuine joy.

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