The S-Rank Warden Devours the Academy - Chapter 67

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Chapter 67

‘No matter how S-Rank they are, they’re not losing this easily, are they?’
Yu Gwon’s jaw clenched tight.
He wanted to leap into the Arena right then and there.
He’d won. He’d actually won.
Yet here he was, forced to sit and watch the Physical Combat Class crumble without lifting a finger.
Frustration ignited into anger.
“Hey, Gwon Tae-jun.”
Yu Gwon called out to Tae-jun, who’d just risen from his seat.
The older man turned slowly.
Yu Gwon’s voice dripped with derision.
“Don’t come back here having lost shamefully to a freshman.”
The barb landed sharp, and Hyeong-won’s shoulders—sitting nearby—visibly sagged.
His loss in the first match came flooding back.
Tae-jun exhaled a shallow sigh before responding.
“…I understand. You go rest.”
Only then did Hyeong-won’s gaze shift toward Yu Gwon.
Cold sweat beaded across his forehead, and his breathing came sharp and ragged.
Hyeong-won spoke with concern.
“Yeah, Yu Gwon—your complexion is terrible. Did you get hurt during your match?”
“That’s not what matters right now.”
Yu Gwon cut him off coldly.
“…….”
“…….”
The air froze in an instant.
Tae-jun and Hyeong-won exchanged bewildered glances.
Yu Gwon had always been rough around the edges, but it was rare for him to sharpen his tongue even on Hyeong-won.

‘What kind of tone is that to use with someone old enough to be your parent!’

At Jun-hyeon’s insistence, he’d made an effort to mind his manners.
“…….”
Tae-jun closed his mouth.
‘Is it the score?’
Yu Gwon had always clung excessively to his standing.
With his lofty goal of entering the Ranker tier after graduation, losing so anticlimactically to Lee Yu-wol must have dealt him a tremendous blow.
“I know.”
Yu Gwon spoke in a low voice.
“What happens to us if we lose here.”
“…….”
Tae-jun met his gaze without speaking.
Pupils wavering with instability.
He knew. More than anyone.
Yu Gwon drove the point home.
“You’re all I’ve got.”
Tae-jun’s eyes flickered for an instant.
Bearing someone’s expectations—
He should have grown used to it by now, yet his shoulders still felt crushed beneath the weight.
He clenched his fists and gave a brief answer.
“Yeah.”
And with that, he stepped forward.
Waves of cheers washed over him as his figure ascended into the Arena.
‘Damn it.’
Yu Gwon bowed his head and released a long breath.
Heat rose through his throat, scorching his body, while sweat that trickled down his jaw felt as cold and sharp as a blade’s edge.
He knew better than anyone that something was wrong with his body.
Every muscle felt pummeled, and his breath came short and labored.
Most tellingly, his hands wrapped in hand wraps trembled slightly as he clenched his fists.
Yu Gwon squeezed his fists tight, his eyes fixed on the Arena.
‘I can’t lose. Not here.’
Meanwhile, the Combat A班 Seating was electric with excitement.
“Wow! Lee Yu-wol, you really are so much stronger in actual combat!”
“That’s my student for you! All those individual lessons have really paid off!”
Hae-seong and Ha Yeon greeted the returning Lee Yu-wol with satisfied smiles.
The deeper the connection between a Summoner and their Summoned Creature, the greater their combined strength grew—a truth that made Ha Yeon’s pride in instructing her doubly rewarding.
As she nodded contentedly,
Ha Jae-yun murmured softly.
“Must be nice….”
Envy threaded through his voice.
Just then, Tae Eun-o stretched casually, his confidence radiating as he spoke.
“Okay! The momentum’s perfect!”
Hae-seong snapped to attention, his expression urgent.
“Eun-o, you know what I mean, right? Gwon Tae-jun’s Bonding skill—if you get caught in that,”
“Yeah, yeah, Hae-seong! Of course I know! You’ve drilled it into my head every single day!”
Tae Eun-o brushed off Hae-seong’s concern with a grin.
“I’ll finish faster than Lee Yu-wol did, I promise!”
He called out boldly to Yeom Sa-hyeon before striding confidently into the Arena.
“All talk, that one.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon let out a dry laugh—
Zing—
His pocket vibrated.
At the same moment, a faint warmth touched his skin.
Yeom Sa-hyeon furrowed his brow and pulled the object from his pocket.
Noticing the movement, Hae-seong’s gaze fixed on the Badge in his hand.
“…! Sa-hyeon, that Badge!”
The symbol etched on the Badge flickered to life.
It glowed with the same intense heat as before, but something felt different this time.
“…it’s blinking?”
Hae-seong held his breath, adding the observation aloud.
The symbol blinked several times as if issuing a warning, then vanished as if nothing had happened.
“What could that mean….”
Hae-seong swallowed hard, and Yeom Sa-hyeon clicked his tongue in frustration.
“What kind of omen is this?”

Meanwhile, down on the Arena floor.
After their greeting, Tae Eun-o and Gwon Tae-jun stood facing each other, tension crackling between them.
‘Something’s about to happen here….’
Yeom Sa-hyeon rolled his tongue slowly and narrowed his eyes at the scene below.

* * *

“-During combat, the use of skills capable of inflicting fatal injury is prohibited.”
The referee recited the regulations with mechanical repetition, as he did each round.
Which meant, in effect, that Tae Eun-o’s Wind Slash skill was off-limits.

-But why? What’s the difference between dying from having your throat crushed by Gwon Tae-jun’s Bonding or being cut by a blade? Dead is dead!

During training, when Hae-seong had cited the same regulation, Tae Eun-o had launched into a lengthy protest.
Forbidden from using his main skill.
At first, it felt unfair.
But he’d come to terms with it.
‘Well, winning without my ace move would look pretty cool, actually!’
Tae Eun-o snorted confidently, his gaze locked on his opponent.
Cool and measured, their eyes met across the empty space between them.
And then—
Clang—
The final match began.
“Okay, going now!”
Eun-o crouched low, bracing for Tae-jun’s ambush.
Tae-jun probed for an opening.
But Eun-o nimbly formed a Wind Barrier, flinging him back.
The wind exploded outward like a shockwave, making it nearly impossible for Tae-jun to close the distance.
At Tae-jun’s struggling movements, groans of frustration erupted from the Spectator Seating.
“What’s Gwon Tae-jun doing!”
“Just grab him already!”
Tae-jun’s raw strength was superior, but Eun-o’s speed, buffed by the wind, had become too fast to catch.
He was far smoother and quicker than what Tae-jun had analyzed beforehand with Jae-hyeok.
Tae-jun’s eyes flicked absently toward his own pocket.
‘…No, it’s too early to jump to conclusions.’
He steadied himself and lowered his stance.
Meanwhile, Eun-o circled around with an easy smile, toying with Tae-jun like a cat stalking prey.
And in the instant Tae-jun lunged forward again.
‘…Now.’
Eun-o flicked his finger.
An invisible fishing rod made of wind hooked around Tae-jun’s ankle.
“…!”
In that moment, Tae-jun’s center of gravity shifted.
Eun-o seized the chance, riding the wind in a burst of speed, and drove his fist into Tae-jun’s ribs.
Thud!
A blow that sank deep.
The sensation of solid bone transmitted through his fist without reservation.
To the precise strike on Tae-jun’s ribs, his eyes narrowed ever so slightly.
It landed, Eun-o thought in that instant.
…….
Tae-jun endured it.
And reflexively reached out his hand.
“…! Huh?”
Before he knew it, Eun-o’s wrist was gripped firmly.
‘…I’m caught?’
The moment he sensed something had gone wrong, his vision flipped upside down.
Crash!
In an instant, Tae-jun’s weight came down heavily on Eun-o’s back as he slammed into the floor.
Simultaneously, a binding wrapped around his chest.
“Ugh…!”
Eun-o, pinned face-down, couldn’t move a muscle.
‘Feels like I’m wrapped up by a massive python!’
In the moment he tried to muster strength to break free somehow.
“…!”
His mana was blocked.
The channel directing mana outward was completely severed—that was the sensation.
Strength began draining from his body.
“Hey, this….”
This feels awful…!
So this is the Bonding that Hae-seong was talking about.
‘You think I can’t do anything just because you’re blocking my skill…!’
Eun-o squeezed his eyes shut and wrung out every last ounce of strength.
From the start, his target had been Gwon Tae-jun, the top ranker in Physical Combat Class.
How much had he trained to escape from Bonding for this day?
But….
Crunch.
The more Eun-o moved, the more Tae-jun mercilessly tightened around every remaining gap.
Tae-jun spoke.
“Concede now. Before you get hurt.”
“No, wh—kgh.”
Eun-o thrashed with a reddened face, barely forcing out words.
He extended his arms to brace, planted one knee up….
‘All I need to do is get my head out.’
Just a bit more, a bit more and it’s bound to come loose…!
Against his will, his vision began to blur.
“—Wake up—”
“Got—”
From the fading depths of consciousness, Hae-seong’s voice lodged itself.

“—Instructor! Where—”

…Instructor Sa-hyeon?
Tae Eun-o’s blurred eyes rolled.
‘Is he going to forfeit in my place?’
That was absolutely unacceptable.
How much he’d rolled and trained for this day.
He couldn’t let it end like this—so uselessly.
Tae Eun-o clenched his teeth until they creaked.
If the wind escaping outward could be stopped….
‘If my output is stronger than the Bonding, that’s all that matters…!’
He pulled up his mana, drawing the essence of wind into his body and forcing it to rotate violently from within.
A sickening sensation, as if his blood were flowing backward.
He squeezed every ounce of strength to shatter Gwon Tae-jun’s skill wrapped around him.
Blood burst from his bitten lips.
‘I’m going to rupture at this rate…!’
“…!”
Gwon Tae-jun’s eyes widened as he sensed the drastically altered current.
“……?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon, who had been heading somewhere, suddenly stopped and looked back at the Arena.
“That lunatic….”
Was he so eager to die?
Pumping wind into his own body in this situation was the perfect recipe for overload.
At the precise moment Yeom Sa-hyeon was about to click his tongue at the reckless act.
Boom—!
A wind pressure exploded outward in an instant.
The massive frame of Gwon Tae-jun, who had been crushing Tae Eun-o, lurched.
‘Done it!’
Tae Eun-o straightened his waist and broke Gwon Tae-jun’s grip.
“He escaped from that?!”
“Hey, what’s he doing!”
The Spectator Seating erupted into chaos.
Yeom Sa-hyeon, having observed the scene for a moment, let out a shallow sigh and turned his gaze away.
Tae Eun-o, now at a distance from Gwon Tae-jun, breathed heavily and broke into a radiant smile.
“Instructor!! I’m fine!! I don’t need to forfeit—”
He waved his hand vigorously toward Yeom Sa-hyeon to convey that he was all right, but….
“Huh?”
Yeom Sa-hyeon passed the referee and walked without hesitation toward the Physical Combat C班 Seating.
Countless eyes turned toward him, but he paid no attention.
Yeom Sa-hyeon’s steps came to a halt in front of a student.
“You there.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon held something up before him.
“This old thing seems to be going haywire because of you.”
A Badge, stained blood-red, flashing wildly like a madman.
Yu Gwon slowly raised his head.
His face was already drenched with cold sweat, and his eyelids trembled in convulsive twitches.
“…….”
Yu Gwon’s hazy eyes turned slowly toward Yeom Sa-hyeon.
“Looks like I’ve got the right answer.”
Yeom Sa-hyeon wore a chilling smile.

S-Rank Instructor Devours the Academy Episode 67

Ji Eun Lee
Baek Ruga
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