I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 241 : Caligo (6)

'Little Evil Demon' Noh Hajun was one of the strongest Ma-in in the Sword of Belphegor.

His power, not significantly inferior even compared to the 'Spear Devil', reached the upper ranks of A+ rank.

The Black Flame Dragon he created with insane high temperatures boasted enough firepower to melt even reinforced concrete in one bite.

'But with my current abilities, I can cut through even the grain of flames.'

Su-hyeon swung his Moonless Sword wrapped in sword energy toward the Black Flame Dragon charging at him with its mouth wide open.

"That bastard!"

The head of the living Black Flame Dragon was separated from its body and fell to the ground.

"Aaaah!"

Hwauruk!

Several Ma-in below were engulfed in blind flames and perished.

However.

Chiiiik!

The high temperature of the Black Flame Dragon, which easily penetrated the sword energy, heated the Moonless Sword like a frying pan.

'Damn it, my palm feels like it's going to burn.'

But dropping one's sword was a swordsman's disgrace.

Su-hyeon firmly gripped the handle of the Moonless Sword and took out gloves that Lim Eun-seo had given him.

'That bastard, cutting my Black Flame Dragon?'

Disturbance appeared in Noh Hajun's eyes as he watched Su-hyeon.

"Arrogant bastard."

Two heads sprouted from the severed neck of the Black Flame Dragon.

"A hydra, is it."

Hwauruk!

The two dragons spewed black flames matching their body color.

Su-hyeon used Chukji to escape from the spot.

"Kyaaaaa!"

"Too hot...!"

Several Ma-in caught in the flames disappeared, turning to ash with screams.

'A direct hit would leave no trace of my body.'

Su-hyeon thought that in terms of pure attack power, Noh Hajun's Black Flame Dragon might even surpass the flames of the 3rd Unit Captain 'Flame Emperor' Seol Ji-yun.

Noh Hajun was that strong an opponent.

'But he's not as skilled with controlling his ability and in fighting itself as Seol Ji-yun.'

Su-hyeon used Chukji once more to avoid the dragon's attack and dove into close range.

"Idiot!"

A small Black Flame Dragon sprang from Noh Hajun's left hand and rushed at Su-hyeon.

'One more time!'

Su-hyeon, who used Chukji consecutively by burning mana, dropped down from above Noh Hajun.

As if anticipating Su-hyeon's attack, Noh Hajun, who had wrapped himself in Black Flame like armor, looked up at Su-hyeon and twisted his mouth.

'The moment your blade touches this armor, it will turn into molten metal!'

In front of the heat that seemed hot enough to melt even skin.

"Hup!"

Su-hyeon, who covered his entire body with a Mana Shield, launched a Flying Strike with a large trajectory at Noh Hajun.

Chiiiik!

Even sword energy was essentially mana.

The Black Flame armor, which burned even mana, nullified Su-hyeon's attack.

"Stupid bastard."

In the aftermath, several more Ma-in nearby burned to death.

"Tch!"

Noh Hajun finally realized that Su-hyeon had deliberately fought in a place crowded with Ma-in, but thinking it didn't matter, he increased his output even more.

"Did you think I would even blink at something like this?"

"No."

Su-hyeon smiled.

"I knew you would respond like this."

At that moment, blood flowed from a small cut on Noh Hajun's cheek and evaporated.

"......"

'My cheek was cut? By that Flying Strike?'

Was it not perfectly blocked?

Noh Hajun's face contorted with a mixture of anger and irritation.

'As expected, Noh Hajun's tactics are exactly as I remembered.'

If so, the story was simple.

Su-hyeon knew how to penetrate that Black Flame Dragon and Black Flame armor.

'If I can cut down Noh Hajun here today, and further bring down Hwang Won-jae, it would be a complete victory.'

Of course.

Su-hyeon himself knew best that it wouldn't be easy.

'Even though we succeeded in a perfect surprise attack, they are still strong.'

The enemies to be most wary of here were Asura, the Vampire Queen, and Battle Maniac.

'Ha Jin-su is also dangerous.'

Ha Jin-su, who had broken through Hwang Won-jae's 'Punishment' with mental strength, had gained even greater power by succeeding in a gamble where he bet his intellect and reason.

'Can Lee Cheong-myeong's swordsmanship surpass the current strength, speed, and bodily fortitude of that guy?'

It was still difficult for Su-hyeon to be confident in the answer.

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Jeok!

As the skinny, tall Ma-in who resembled a bamboo opened his mouth, a darkness as vast as a hippo's or crocodile's, capable of swallowing anything, engulfed several Ma-in and Execution Force members who entered its radius.

"Damn, doesn't that bastard brush his teeth! They're so fucking yellow!"

Jo Sujin clicked her tongue and sent out wind-filled slashes and salamander flames.

But her attacks were swallowed by the Ma-in's mouth without even an echo returning.

"Hun-hun-hungry. Want to eat more."

The Ma-in, who had crunched and swallowed whatever entered his mouth, dripped acidic saliva.

"That bastard, does he have some kind of black hole in his mouth?"

"Noona! That bastard is Akui!"

A member of Team A shouted to her.

"Akui? That guy?"

"Yes, no doubt about it!"

'Akui' Kwon Sang-ik.

A nightmare-like Ma-in who appeared 5 years ago and reportedly swallowed an entire small town-sized city.

'After that, only occasional sightings were reported, and his whereabouts couldn't be found, so his fate was unknown.'

Jo Sujin clicked her tongue.

'Did the Sword of Belphegor recover even that guy? Those disgusting bastards.'

Akui was a being closer to a demonic beast than a Ma-in.

'Just look at that skinny body.'

What else could it be but evidence of a curse that made him never feel full no matter how much he ate?

'So does that bastard just shit out everything he eats?'

Along with such a pointless thought.

"Taesung! Lend me your strength!"

Jo Sujin, who had flown into the air, shouted.

"Understood!"

Seoguk!

Eight Ma-in with severed waists collapsed to the ground.

"Aaak!"

Nine Execution Force members, whose ribs and shoulders were cut by a diagonal sword strike, rolled on the ground in pain.

"Fall back! That guy is not an opponent you can handle!"

As 'Sword Warrior' Lee Cheong-myeong shouted, the Execution Force members reluctantly retreated.

"You guys, if you want to live, get out of the way. I'll cut you too if you get in the way."

At 'Rusty Sword' Ha Jin-su's warning, the Ma-in also scattered to other places with trembling legs.

"It's been a while, sunbae."

"Your expression is full of arrogance. Just because you've gotten a bit stronger."

Lee Cheong-myeong shook off the blood flowing on his sword blade with a single swing.

"Arrogance is the right of the strong."

Ha Jin-su sneered.

"You, on the other hand, lack composure in your expression. Have you realized the difference in power?"

"I have one question."

Lee Cheong-myeong pointed the tip of his sword at Ha Jin-su.

"Is it enjoyable to become stronger by means other than the sword?"

"I was wondering what you were going to ask."

Ha Jin-su smirked.

"If it's enjoyable? Of course it is. But do you know what's even more fun?"

Kaang!

Ha Jin-su, who easily deflected Lee Cheong-myeong's Flying Strike, said.

"It's imagining the faces of my senior and master on their knees in despair before me."

"What on earth."

Lee Cheong-myeong muttered as if reciting.

"Filled you, who was once full of aspiration for the sword, with such twisted hatred?"

"Does that even matter anymore?"

Kaaang!

The two people's swords met in mid-air.

Kagagak!

The swords of the two, who were seeking openings by riding up and down each other's blades, targeted each other's vital points like snakes before retreating simultaneously.

'He's covering his lack of technique with strength and reflexes.'

Competing in a state where swords are pressed against each other.

In this field where he had always been confident, not only had he been matched, but Lee Cheong-myeong felt his hand becoming numb as he was pushed back by sheer strength, increasing his vigilance even more.

"You people had innate sword talent. My power? That's despair and jealousy."

"Well, to my eyes, it looks like madness and obsession."

"Stop that habit of always looking down on others."

Killing intent rose in Ha Jin-su's eyes.

"Before I carve out that disgusting mouth of yours."

"Do you still have the skill to use a blade that delicately?"

"Ha, you're still as irritating as ever with your mouth."

Kaaang!

The crossing of their gazes and the engagement of their swords happened almost simultaneously.

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Woooong!

The building where Ma-in were hiding was cut in half by Sword God Lee Un-hak's sword, which cleaved through space.

"That crazy monstrous old man!"

"You bastards! Did you set a trap? Why are such guys waiting for us!"

"Shut up, speak Korean, you bastards!"

The outcry of the illegal entrants, who were shocked by the Sword God's majestic appearance, didn't last long.

"This side is about wrapped up."

Sword God Lee Un-hak, who sheathed his sword nonchalantly, turned around and asked.

"It seems like it's about time. How is it?"

"Yes, the engagement with the Sword of Belphegor and their alliance has been underway for 20 minutes!"

An Execution Force member, who, despite their different positions, had deep reverence for the Sword God's martial prowess, immediately answered.

"I see. How's the battle situation?"

"So far, we've been successfully pushing back the Ma-in!"

"......That's good."

The Sword God, instead of asking about his youngest son and eldest granddaughter, closed his eyes and recalled their faces.

'I'd like to rush there like the wind right now if I could.'

But how could he treat proper swordsmen like children in his arms?

Sword God Lee Un-hak, who threw his natural worries into the peaceful waves of his mind, said.

"Let's go. To the next battlefield."

"Yes, sir!"

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"Whew. Wheeew."

Feeling the sword's breath resonating with his own pulse.

Chachachachang!

Lee Cheong-myeong's sword, which received and deflected Ha Jin-su's fierce attacks, cut Ha Jin-su's earlobe in a state of selflessness.

"Hmph!"

Ha Jin-su snorted and thrust his sword toward Lee Cheong-myeong's empty torso.

Chang!

Lee Cheong-myeong, who barely blocked the thrust, felt his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

'Because he has no fear, there's also no waste that comes from avoiding attacks.'

It felt almost like facing a robot.

"What are you doing! Is this pathetic display the realm of the sword you boasted about?"

Baak!

Ha Jin-su, who kicked Lee Cheong-myeong's chest, shouted.

"You're barely breathing! Where's that famed sword breathing or whatever you call it?"

"Your swagger is impressive."

Lee Cheong-myeong spat out the blood pooled in his mouth.

"Huhu, does it hurt a lot?"

"As for you."

Lee Cheong-myeong, who had cut Ha Jin-su's forehead instead of blocking the kick, retorted.

"Huhu, this kind of thing doesn't even tickle."

Ha Jin-su took out a lighter from his pocket.

Chiiiik!

And then he cauterized the bleeding wound with the lighter.

"Keu, that stings."

Ha Jin-su sneered.

"What now? Looks like you wanted to obstruct my vision. You seem quite desperate."

'His recovery ability is still the same.'

Lee Cheong-myeong thought as he watched the grotesquely cauterized wound squirming and returning to normal skin.

"Why so quiet? Didn't you used to brag? Are you afraid of my inferior sword now?"

Ha Jin-su, intoxicated with his own power, charged at Lee Cheong-myeong, emitting even more intense ma energy.

"Whew."

Lee Cheong-myeong, who calmed his mind like still water, especially in difficult situations, stared at the tip of Ha Jin-su's sword, which was shaking from the excessive power.

Chang!

The two crossed paths.

Puhwak!

Ha Jin-su, whose chest was deeply cut, knelt on one knee.

"Ah, fuck."

His left arm, which had been cut off once by Lee Ho-seung, was rolling on the ground again like a rotten piece of wood.

However.

"Keuuk."

Both of Lee Cheong-myeong's knees were bent.

"Huhahahahaha!"

Ha Jin-su, who saw this, burst into maniacal laughter.

'Damn it. He never even thought about defense from the beginning. Even though I knew that......'

Had he momentarily recalled the familiar fight between swordsmen in a state of selflessness?

Lee Cheong-myeong clenched his mouth as it filled with blood.

"Huhuhuhuh!"

Ha Jin-su, who became one-armed, wobbled to his feet, looking at Lee Cheong-myeong, whose side was deeply cut.

"Our esteemed senior has never experienced such a sword wound, right?"

Ha Jin-su asked.

"You should also know what my ability is. That wound on your side is incurable."

What made it worse was that the wound was inflicted by Ha Jin-su's rusty sword.

If tetanus were added to an already incurable wound?

"If this had been a normal fight between swordsmen, my defeat would be evident from just cutting your side instead of severing your pectoralis major muscle and arm. But is that really the case?"

Ha Jin-su spoke as he forcibly raised his sword with his right hand, which had no strength.

"No. It can't be. At this moment, I have given up my chest and one arm in exchange for the life of the esteemed Sword Warrior."

Ha Jin-su, who spat and approached him, stretched his mouth into a wide grin.

"You fucking bastard, now you're finally looking up at me!"