Not A Regressor - Chapter 167

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I Am Not a Regressor Chapter 167
The Next (5)
“Kyaah?”
The adorable shriek that escaped Xiaolin’s lips was so cute that I couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
To think that a woman who carried herself with such noble, aloof dignity—like a solitary flower blooming in the Snowy Field—could produce such a sound.
“That was quite an adorable noise.”
“Y-you!”
Xiaolin’s face flushed crimson as she glared at me with wide eyes.
She had never imagined she would suffer such humiliation.
She clenched her lips tightly and raised her sword high.
A chilling aura and intense killing intent surged toward me.
“I won’t forgive you for this.”
“But you’re the one who screamed. Why are you taking it out on me?”
“S-shut up!”
Xiaolin drew upon her stigma’s mana and unleashed a flurry of fierce sword strikes.
Even accounting for the unexpected counterattack, my current condition was so critical that proper movement was nearly impossible.
If she pressed the assault just a bit further, victory would be within her grasp.
But.
“Hrrgh!”
Xiaolin’s expression twisted violently as she prepared to swing her sword.
Crack, crackle!
The lingering azure lightning paralyzed her body like a phantom scent.
She gritted her teeth and tried to move, but even a single step sent a dizzying, needle-sharp pain through her limbs.
“What’s wrong? Does it hurt too much to move?”
I chuckled and gripped the spear tightly.
‘Charge.’
Crackle!
I condensed the azure lightning into the spear.
Once, twice, three times, four times.
And a fifth consecutive charge.
Destructive power accumulated within the spear like a volcano on the verge of eruption.
In the past, pouring this much mana into the spear would have caused it to shatter from the strain.
‘Compared to when I created Adam’s Apple, this is nothing.’
Back then it was merely an apple, but now I had a sturdy silver spear reinforced with holy stones.
The difficulty of containing mana was several times easier this way.
“Ugh…!”
Xiaolin swallowed hard, sensing the terrifying aura surrounding my spear, and dragged her blade across the ground.
“O earth.”
Pure white snowflakes bloomed along the path of her sword.
“Freeze.”
Snow flowers that bloomed from the cracks froze the earth where they took root.
Crackle, crackle, crackle!
The ground lay covered in transparent ice.
Pure white petals scattered on the wind, swirling with the biting frost.
“With that body, you won’t even be able to move.”
No matter how powerful an attack was, it meant nothing if it didn’t land.
Xiaolin spoke coldly, her gaze fixed on the spear held in Kwon O-jin’s hand.
“Is that so?”
Kwon O-jin exhaled a cloud of white breath and smirked.
Just as she said, the swirling white snowflakes made it impossible to approach her.
“Then I’ll do it this way.”
“…What?”
I drew my right arm holding the spear back.
Inhale.
I breathed in deeply.
Extending my left arm forward, I stretched my right leg far back.
My right arm pulled back to its limit.
Boom!
Stomping down hard on the ground━ I hurled the spear in my hand toward Xiaolin.
-Crackling, crackling!!
Blue lightning surged through the scattering snow flowers.
The spear reached Xiaolin’s face in the blink of an eye.
“Burst!”
The blue lightning condensed within the spear exploded.
Blue lightning erupted like a volcano, becoming a tidal wave that engulfed Xiaolin.
Tch.
Xiaolin’s eyes narrowed as she watched the ferocious blue lightning tsunami bearing down as if to swallow her whole.
‘I just need to block this attack.’
A thrown spear.
It was certainly an extremely dangerous attack, but the risk of throwing away one’s weapon was incomparably greater than any other attack.
If she could properly deflect this attack, Kwon O-jin, having lost her weapon, would be unable to continue fighting properly.
“Haaah!”
With a sharp cry, she gripped her sword with both hands.
The blade raised up to her forehead.
The pure white petals swirling around her converged upon her sword.
When the blade was completely covered in white petals.
“Snowflower Flash.”
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The sword strike cleaved through the blue lightning tsunami as if splitting it in two.
The raging blizzard split the earth in half along with the lightning.
Ice pillars dozens of meters tall erupted from the ground in the wake of her sword strike, as if the very sea were splitting apart.
Massive ice pillars rose high enough to obscure the Spectator Stands.
Her blade of pristine snow flowers cleaved through the lightning mark, reaching toward Kwon O-jin behind it—
“Huh?”
Xiaolin’s eyes widened in shock.
Kwon O-jin was nowhere to be seen.
‘Surely not!’
She jerked her head upward urgently.
Dozens of meters of ice pillars rose along the path of pristine snow flowers.
And there, perched atop them, was Kwon O-jin.
“When did you—!”
Xiaolin swiftly swung her blade toward Kwon O-jin.
It wasn’t an attack concentrated with stigma power like before, but a white sword strike brimming with lethal intent shot toward him nonetheless.
Tap!
Kwon O-jin pushed off the ice wall with his feet.
Xiaolin’s eyes gleamed as she gripped her sword, anticipating his use of ‘Lightning Mark Step’.
‘The speed isn’t that fast when using Lightning Mark Step.’
Perhaps because he hadn’t fully mastered it yet.
Moving through the air was indeed far slower than moving across solid ground.
She shifted her gaze to track the lightning mark that would form in the void.
Lightning Mark Step was a technique that created lightning marks in midair to step on and move.
If she watched carefully where they appeared and attacked at the right moment, she could strike him the instant he stepped on the mark.
-Crackle!
A lightning mark formed in the air at precisely that moment.
‘Now!’
Xiaolin’s eyes flashed as she swung her blade.
-Bang!
A gunshot suddenly rang out.
Before she could even process what happened—
Whirrrrr!!
With the sound of mechanical gears, Kwon O-jin’s body abruptly changed direction mid-air.
“What—?!”
Xiaolin’s eyes widened as she tracked Kwon O-jin’s form vanishing from her sight.
But before she could catch him—
Kwon O-jin, having embedded a wire into the ice pillar, descended behind Xiaolin.
Thud.
His hands seized her shoulders.
“Eek!”
She tried to swing her blade in alarm, but—
“Too late.”
Crackle, crackle, crackle!!
A terrifying torrent of lightning erupted from both of Kwon O-jin’s hands, striking her with devastating force.
“Kyaaaaaahhh!!”
This time, with an even more agonized scream, Xiaolin’s eyes rolled back white.
Thump.
Her body lost its balance and collapsed to the ground.
[…]
“Is he… insane?”
“Xiaolin… lost?”
Shock rippled through the Colosseum Arena.
Breaking through the suffocating silence that blanketed the arena, Spica lifted the orb in her hand and cried out.
[An… unbelievable turn of events has unfolded!!!]
Her voice, brimming with excitement, resonated throughout the stadium.
[Defying all expectations, awakener Kwon O-jin has defeated awakener Xiaolin!!!]
Roaaaaaahhh!!
A torrent of applause and cheers erupted.
[With this, awakener Kwon O-jin has now defeated three of Deneb’s 12 Apostles and claimed victory!!!]
Spica turned to face Deneb, whose expression had twisted into anguish, and beamed with delight.
“Damn it!”
Deneb gnawed at his nails, spewing harsh curses.
“Ran! Lin!”
Xiaoran leaped over the arena railing and rushed desperately toward the fallen Xiaolin.
Cradling the unconscious Xiaolin, she glared at Kwon O-jin with eyes blazing like fire.
“You…!”
As Xiaoran unleashed her aura as if to charge at Kwon O-jin that very instant, Allen opened his mouth.
“That’s enough. The match is already over.”
“Tch….”
Allen exhaled roughly and looked down at Kwon O-jin, who stood with difficulty, before releasing a deep sigh.
“We failed to distinguish between courage and recklessness.”
I never imagined an awakener who had only just ascended to Seven Stars could be this formidable.
“Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!”
Deneb stomped his feet in frustration.
As Deneb snorted and vented his anger, he soon rose from his chair.
“…Don’t think you’ve defeated our children with this.”
Kwon O-jin had won the wager, certainly.
But he had not defeated the awakener ranked third among Deneb’s 12 Apostles, the one deemed the strongest, nor had he faced an awakener belonging to the Seven Stars.
“Still, a victory is a victory.”
Deneb cast a sharp glare at Vega, who was regarding Kwon O-jin with an expression of pride.
“I’ll grant Vega a Godstone.”
As he placed his right hand over his chest and attempted to extract a portion of his Godstone.
“Next.”
A single, final word that froze the roaring Colosseum Arena in an instant.
“━What?”
[My child…?]
Deneb and Vega whirled around to face Kwon O-jin, their eyes wide with shock.
Kwon O-jin paid no attention to their stares.
He gripped his pierced abdomen with one hand where Xiaolin’s blade had run through him, and gestured toward Xiaoran with a casual wave.
“You’re next, aren’t you?”
“….”
A twisted smile spread across Kwon O-jin’s lips.
His gaze was unsettling—the predatory gleam of a beast stalking its prey.
Kwon O-jin stared at Xiaoran and let out a chilling laugh.
“What are you doing? I said you’re next.”
“You insane bastard!”
Boom!
Xiaoran’s face twisted savagely as she stomped her foot.
The arena floor cracked as though struck by artillery.
“What nonsense are you spouting right now….”
“Ending it here would be such a waste, wouldn’t it?”
Kwon O-jin extended his tongue and licked his lips slowly.
He turned toward Deneb, waving his hand back and forth mockingly.
“Let’s go another round.”
“….”
A chilling murderous intent flickered in Deneb’s eyes.
He clenched his teeth and gripped his fists tightly, glaring at Kwon O-jin.
“You’re saying you’ll face the fourth one now?”
“That’s right.”
“Ha.”
Hahahahahaha!!
Deneb burst into raucous laughter, clutching his abdomen.
[My, my child! What are you…!]
Vega tried to leap into the arena urgently.
“Vega.”
Riak stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
Vega’s brow furrowed slightly.
[Move aside.]
“That boy wouldn’t propose a wager without careful thought.”
Riak watched Kwon O-jin, who was breathing heavily while gripping his abdomen.
Despite bearing a wound that bordered on fatal, Kwon O-jin’s eyes blazed with an intense brilliance.
Those eyes glimmered with burning desire and hunger.
“Right… Well, I’ve already lost my divinity anyway.”
Deneb’s eyes gleamed coldly as he turned to face Xiaoran.
“Xiaoran. You said you wanted to teach that arrogant bastard a lesson, didn’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Xiaoran carried Xiaolin out of the arena.
Her eyes blazed like fire as she glared at Kwon O-jin, and she nodded slightly.
“I’ll crush him completely.”
Xiaoran stepped onto the arena floor.
“Good. That’s how it should be.”
Kwon O-jin smiled brightly.
With his eyes gently closed, he lifted his head.
Thump, thump, thump.
The pulsing rhythm of his heart thundered through his mind like a massive drum being struck.
My head burned. My vision swam as though intoxicated.
A dizzying pain spread like ink from the wound pierced by the blade.
It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.
Quite the opposite.
I hoped this strange euphoria flooding my mind would never end.
‘Just a little more.’
A little more, and I felt I could grasp something in my hands.
I could tear down the wall looming before my eyes and behold a landscape I had never seen before.
For that to happen.
‘I need prey.’
I felt a burning thirst consume me.
An insatiable hunger quickened my steps.
Kwon O-jin watched Xiaoran ascend onto the arena floor with a savage expression.
A low growl.
Blue starlight flickered in his eyes as they opened slightly.

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