I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 226 : White Castle (9)

"......Sorry. I let him get away."

Choi Min-a, who had let Nam Tae-hoon escape due to her hesitation at the last moment, apologized.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. Anyone would have done the same."

Kwon Seung-yeon comforted her.

"It's okay. We all let him get away too."

Kim A-yun held Choi Min-a's hand and said.

"......."

As Choi Min-a lowered her head, Lee Yu-jin put her arm around her shoulders.

Thanks to that, Choi Min-a was able to hide her tearful expression from everyone.

"......We lost Nam Tae-hoon, but we subdued the [Liberation Corps]. We prevented the situation from getting worse."

Su-hyeon said.

"Su-hyeon is right. Let's first bind those people."

"Leave it to me."

Hwang Ji-su's freezing and Seo Jun-seong's telekinesis bound the executives and combat personnel who had given up their will to resist.

"Let's go down. There are still many escaped prisoners running wild."

"Right."

"There shouldn't be any particularly strong Ma-in, but we shouldn't let our guard down."

"What guard down."

Hwang Ji-su said.

"I'm more worried about being careful not to go too wild."

The cadets nodded at those words, which contained complex emotions.

"Let's go down."

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"Khahaha! Is this as far as you go! I thought you'd make it more fun!"

Jang Su-il, who blocked the chain sickle filled with centrifugal force with his forearm, grabbed the sickle and pulled it, breaking the chain.

Jjangang!

"Huu, damn bastard."

Captain Kang Ji-min sighed with a tired look.

'Battle Maniac Jang Su-il.'

A body much harder and more solid than weapons infused with aura.

Even the power of 'Sky Knight' Ma Seunggeon didn't work against that simple yet difficult-to-resist power.

Even "Fist Tiger" Oh Chang-seong had to be beaten until his ribs broke when facing him.

And now.

Captain Kang Ji-min had suffered the humiliation of having her weapon broken.

'They said he was a man whose limits of power were unknown. Perhaps much more than I thought.......'

"Hehehe! Now shall we finish this? If you want to live, you can run away."

Just as Jang Su-il, who laughed triumphantly, threw away the sickle and stepped forward.

"That's far enough."

The cadets, who had descended White Castle in reverse, blocked his way.

"Oh my?"

Powerful telekinesis binding him.

And the cold energy invading from his toes made Jang Su-il smile.

"It seems the kids have won."

"Good heavens."

Captain Kang Ji-min, who looked back, marveled.

The cadets she had sent with a half-believing heart, telling them not to die and just stall for time until reinforcements arrived, had actually resolved the situation completely?

"Well now."

Jang Su-il also scratched his head with a bewildered face.

"I had my doubts, but you won? While the other dregs might be one thing, Do Sang-jun was quite capable."

"Yes. We won."

Su-hyeon responded calmly.

"You bastard."

At that moment.

The tattoos on Jang Su-il's body emitted an even stronger light.

Kwaaang!

He smashed the ground beneath him and charged at Su-hyeon.

"Get away!"

Su-hyeon shouted as he rushed toward Jang Su-il.

"What are you saying!"

No one heard those words.

Pajijik!

The lightning shot by Kim A-yun pierced through Jang Su-il like a spear.

"That tickles!"

Jjeojeojeojeok!

Following that, a massive ice dragon opened its jaws and flew in, pouncing on Jang Su-il.

Kwang!

Jang Su-il, who broke through the ice dragon with his bare body, laughed.

"Is there more!"

Kwagwagwang!

As Jang Su-il emerged through the poisonous fog and fireball shot by Choi Min-a, a gravity field and a giant arm created by Seo Jun-seong greeted him.

"Hmph!"

Jang Su-il's body crushed even that massive telekinesis with his bare body.

"It's ticklish, you things!"

"Just what kind of body is that?"

Kim Ho-su and Kang Geon-woo, who were dumbfounded, didn't dare rush at him.

'Even after taking all those attacks, there's not a single bit of damage?'

Kang Geon-woo in particular was greatly shocked.

"Get out of the way!"

Jang Su-il, who deflected Lee Yu-jin's sword with his forearm, threw a punch at her face.

Ppaak!

Su-hyeon, who deflected the punch with his front hand wrapped in a hardening shield, mercilessly drove his elbow into the bridge of Jang Su-il's nose.

"Keuheuheu!"

Despite the elbow going in properly, there was no damage to his nasal bone.

Swik, Ppak!

Su-hyeon, who deflected Jang Su-il's punch and planted a counter punch in his face, made Lee Yu-jin retreat.

"Jeong Su-hyeon."

Jang Su-il, savoring the power contained in Su-hyeon's perfect counter, smiled with satisfaction.

"That weak but interesting ant from back then has become this strong."

His smile deepened.

"I want to devour you."

"Now you're doing cannibalism too."

"Haha! It's a metaphor, a metaphor."

Jang Su-il's tattoos emitted an even deeper light, and the volume and definition of his muscles became more prominent.

"With you, I should show a bit more of the power I've been keeping locked away."

The only weapon Jang Su-il had was monstrous strength.

'But with that one thing alone, he's so stupidly strong.'

He was a Ma-in who, no less than murderous impulses, hungered for fighting itself.

His twisted compulsion was to enjoy receiving techniques from strong, interesting opponents and breaking them with power.

'Even Oh Chang-seong was nothing more than entertainment for him.'

Su-hyeon knew the limits of the power Jang Su-il possessed.

'If he were to draw out his true power, he wouldn't be inferior even compared to the Vampire Queen or Asura.'

But he rarely draws out 100% of his power.

'That's just the kind of temperament he has.'

Jang Su-il's habit was to draw out just enough power to be slightly ahead of his opponent.

'The only annoying thing is that if he loses interest, he might suddenly change, smash everything, and leave.'

Even Hwang Won-jae couldn't do anything about that fickleness.

"Let's see your skills!"

Kwaaang!

Jang Su-il, who stomped and shattered the floor, shouted.

"If you interfere, I'll kill you!"

"Don't interfere."

When even Su-hyeon said so, the cadets instead turned their targets to the Ma-in brought by Jang Su-il.

"Don't lose, Su-hyeon."

"I don't intend to."

Su-hyeon, who sent Lee Yu-jin back, approached Jang Su-il with the Moonless Sword sheathed.

"Hehe, that's right! You shouldn't unromantically use things like swords!"

Jang Su-il, who smiled with satisfaction, immediately threw a back hand straight.

Despite the penalty of a punch flying without long preliminary motion or setup, it was an incredible speed.

'Eye Power, Tachypsychia Mode.'

Su-hyeon, deliberately ignoring the feeling of his neural nerves overheating, used a buff skill once more and narrowly avoided his punch.

Peoek!

Then a right straight followed by a right inside low kick.

Jjaak!

His thigh, thicker than a log and harder than steel, deflected the kick.

'The hardening shield might break instead.'

For a living organism, and not even an exoskeleton but just muscle, to boast such hardness?

Su-hyeon clicked his tongue at his non-standard physique, but still flew into the air to avoid the follow-up attack.

'Liberation.'

Deugeun!

Su-hyeon's kick, which kicked Jang Su-il's face as if kicking a soccer ball with increased speed and power, was blocked by Jang Su-il's muscles.

Bwoong!

Su-hyeon, who avoided the fist that created a fist wind with a back double flip, landed smoothly on the ground.

Bwoong!

Su-hyeon, who deflected Jang Su-il's fist with a side step, planted a left middle kick into his ribs from that same posture.

Ppaak!

"You bastard!"

Just as Jang Su-il tried to grab Su-hyeon's foot as if it didn't hurt.

Tadak!

Su-hyeon, who jumped up with his supporting foot, landed a right flying knee kick on Jang Su-il's temple with amazing elasticity.

"Oh my!"

Jang Su-il, caught off guard by the irregular attack, smiled and tried to grab Su-hyeon, who was floating in the air, and slam him to the ground.

But due to Su-hyeon, who had already grabbed the back of Jang Su-il's neck with both hands, both people fell to the ground together.

Kwang!

Su-hyeon's back, wrapped in a Mana Shield, shattered the floor.

"Kuk!"

Su-hyeon, who grabbed Jang Su-il's back like a snake seemingly unaffected by the impact of the fall, immediately put a triangle choke on Jang Su-il's neck.

"Kelok!"

Jang Su-il coughed as if his airway was blocked.

But.

"You were surprised, weren't you, punk."

Kkuguguk.

Jang Su-il's pot lid-like hand grabbed Su-hyeon's muscles, which were firmly twisting his neck.

"Kuk!"

As the monster-like grip pressured Su-hyeon's biceps as if they would be torn apart, Su-hyeon had to quickly release the choke and retreat.

"Hehe, good choice."

Jang Su-il, who stupidly broke the technique with grip strength alone, not technique, rose with a grunt.

"It's quite fun, but this isn't enough. Your true power isn't something like this, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm asking you to show me that technique that caught Spear Devil."

"You're overflowing with confidence."

Su-hyeon twisted his mouth.

'Chukji.'

Tadak!

Su-hyeon, who appeared behind Jang Su-il, deactivated Liberation and Tachypsychia Mode, reducing the risk of massive recoil that would come soon.

"This bastard!"

Jang Su-il, who was about to turn around and counter, didn't ignore the warning sent by his instinct and raised his guard.

Ppaaaaaaak!

Su-hyeon's fist, which drew out the physical force of 'Chukji' with a full swing closer to an oriental martial arts straight punch, or rather like that of baseball or javelin throwing than a boxing straight, penetrated Jang Su-il's guard and struck his chest.

"Keoeoeoek!"

Jang Su-il, who was hit by that punch, flew dozens of meters and was slammed into a wall.

"Damn it."

Su-hyeon, who received the price of finger bone fracture, shoulder dislocation, and ankle damage in return, slumped to the ground.

'I hit him with the maximum power I could draw out.'

As a result.

"......That's fun! Is this the extent!"

Jang Su-il, whose legs were slightly weakened, frowned as he rubbed his chest.

'Fuck, it hurts like hell. If this had hit a vital point, I might have lost consciousness.'

This was a humiliation.

To raise his guard in fear of an enemy's fist?

Moreover, to be sent flying to the wall with just one hit.

"You pass!"

Despite experiencing pain that he hadn't felt in a very long time, Jang Su-il laughed.

"I can freshly feel why that woman is so protective of you."

'He must be talking about the Queen.'

"That woman?"

Lee Yu-jin, who was engaged in combat from a distance, twitched her eyebrows at the ominous words.

"Enough. This is satisfactory."

Jang Su-il got up with a grin.

"Jang Su-il! It's all done!"

And beside him, Yu Gang-min appeared with several Ma-in.

"Target retrieval is complete."

"That's!"

Seo Jun-seong, who recognized Yu Gang-min's identity, was shocked.

A human carrier who could freely put people or objects into his own subspace.

'Retrieval? No way!'

"Sorry, little ones. Your work in stopping the Liberation Corps was excellent, but we didn't particularly care what happened to those guys anyway?"

Yu Gang-min laughed triumphantly.

"Go ahead and lock up those Liberation Corps or whatever dregs. Unfortunately, there won't be anyone coming to rescue those guys."

'These bastards, no way!'

Seo Jun-seong finally vaguely realized the true purpose of the [Sword of Belphegor].

'Were they thinking of taking the cream of the crop to strengthen their forces!'

"Well, that's how it is. Then, take care."

"Don't talk shit! Who's letting you go?"

Hwang Ji-su, flaring up, shot a cold breath at Jang Su-il.

Bwuung!

The fist wind created by Jang Su-il's simple punching broke through the breath and sent Hwang Ji-su flying far away.

"Eeek!"

Hwang Ji-su bit her lip until it bled at the stark difference in power.

"Don't put on airs. You guys are at your limit, aren't you?"

"......That bastard is right."

Captain Kang Ji-min sighed and said.

"Regrettably, our role ends here."

"Captain!"

"But whether those guys can escape or not is another matter."

Kang Ji-min said as she raised a walkie-talkie.

"Reinforcements have just arrived."

"Haha! The sluggards have finally arrived!"

Jang Su-il laughed uproariously.

"Watch carefully! I'll show you that nothing can block our path!"

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"Captain Son!"

"Kuluk!"

Son Ji-gwang, who had been watching the backs of 'Asura' and 'Battle Maniac' breaking through layers of encirclement just the two of them, abandoning their fallen subordinates like throwing away trash, coughed while covering his mouth with his sleeve.

"Huu."

Looking down at his sleeve stained with blood and pieces of internal organs, Son Ji-gwang said.

"Who came?"

"3rd Unit Captain Seol Ji-yun, and 10th Unit Captain Jin Seong-geun, sir."

"Reassuring."

Son Ji-gwang smiled with difficulty.

"But tell them not to overdo it. Those guys have accumulated more power than we expected. It might be better to just threaten and chase them away rather than creating needless sacrifices."

"But......!"

"Don't worry. It's already our victory."

Son Ji-gwang shouted to Asura with mana in his voice.

"Seong Ji-cheol! It's your defeat!"

Asura, who had been pouring attacks on the Execution Force members blocking him, turned his head 180 degrees backwards in a grotesque manner and looked at Son Ji-gwang.

"Even though you launched a surprise attack with the maximum preparation possible, look at this state of yours, losing your allies and fleeing from reinforcements! Do you know how shameful it is?"

"That's logical."

Seong Ji-cheol merely smiled and answered without making any particular rebuttal.

"Congratulations. Sit down satisfied with your Pyrrhic victory that only left you wounded."