I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 279 : Suicide Squad (3)

The Mana Barrier surrounding the nuclear power plant complex appeared like a translucent glass wall to the naked eye.

"How much money did they spend to make that?"

The Vampire Queen marveled.

The protective wall, made by grinding numerous mana stones and magicians, was constantly operating, and its defensive power was truly formidable.

It could withstand bombing for a long time.

There was no doubt it had a strength that easily surpassed reinforced concrete.

Originally, there was no way to enter without going through strict entry procedures through the two gates, the main entrance and the back entrance.

But.

"We can't enter through the door when we're not guests."

The Vampire Queen smiled faintly, then changed her expression to a cold one as if nothing had happened.

"My children."

"Speak, my lord."

"Offer your blood."

Pwhak!

The Vampire Queen's servants all cut their wrists at once.

Blood collected from hundreds of vampires gathered in the air.

Vampires' blood full of magical energy.

Her favorite material.

"Now then..."

Woooong!

As Song Yeonhui waved her hand, the blood that had gathered together transformed into a shape like an arrow from a giant ballista.

Kwaaaang!

The blood arrow she shot pierced the Mana Barrier, creating a hole the size of a head.

"It's more solid than I thought."

But that was enough.

"Enter."

"Understood!"

The vampires who received the order transformed into bats and entered through the barrier.

Keeeek!

Even as they were being cut apart by the entrance that was trying to close, they forcibly began to widen the hole.

"Attack! It's an attack!"

"Those are vampires!"

"Crazy bloodsucker bastards!"

The first to respond were the 8th Unit members inspecting the air.

"Sound the alarm!"

"Inform the Captains!"

"The [Sword of Belphegor] is attacking!"

"They're quick."

Seong Ji-cheol said, walking slowly.

"Just rushing at the command."

Song Yeonhui smiled as she looked at her servants sacrificing themselves at her one command.

"Well then, let's begin the final task."

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After Su-hyeon left.

A heavy atmosphere lingered among the academy cadets like wet tissue paper.

The suicide squad was a special task force composed only of Captain-level members who had all prepared for death.

They knew it wasn't a place for them.

But...

'If four Deputy Captains were also dispatched, I could have filled one of the last spots.'

Min Hae-na pouted her lips.

"Will he be alright?"

At Kim A-yun's murmur, Min Hae-na laughed.

"I understand your worry, but there's no need. Su-hyeon can escape from anywhere anytime if he wants, right?"

And above all.

"Unless it's a joint attack, there's no one on their side who can defeat Su-hyeon either."

"...Not even Asura or the Vampire Queen?"

"Probably not."

Kim A-yun made a face of disbelief.

"We combined forces with several people, and even with Deputy Captain Jin Hyein and Captain Seol Ji-yun joining in, we still couldn't win. She was terrifyingly strong."

"Yes. The Vampire Queen was a monster with power beyond her reputation."

Min Hae-na nodded and smiled.

"In fact, just her presence and pressure made me feel like my fighting spirit was disappearing."

Lee Yu-jin, who had been listening to the conversation between the two, interjected.

"If Su-hyeon wasn't there... I probably wouldn't have even thought about facing her from the beginning."

"That's probably true."

But, Yu-jin said.

"I also agree with Hae-na-sunbae's words. If Su-hyeon's the opponent now, even that Vampire Queen is not guaranteed victory."

"...Su-hyeon is really amazing."

"Well, that guy has already risen to the S+ rank realm."

Hwang Ji-su blew out a snort.

"Even Asura, with the current Su-hyeon, would be evenly matched. The same goes for the Battle Maniac."

Yu-jin said with confidence.

"Su-hyeon has already become stronger than my grandfather."

Sword God Lee Un-hak, an S-rank hunter and a man who reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

Just how many decades of time had Su-hyeon caught up to become that strong?

'Since the days of competing for the top spot, come to think of it, that guy was unfathomable.'

Ji-su, biting her lip painlessly while recalling past memories, suddenly said.

"By the way, about that Ma-in called the Vampire Queen, hasn't she lived for an extremely long time?"

"Oh, that's right."

Min Hae-na nodded.

"According to my grandfather, she was already a well-known Ma-in when my grandfather was young."

"Then she's completely an elder. But why was she so friendly to Su-hyeon, treating him like a potential boyfriend..."

"Hmm, I found that strange too."

Yu-jin also nodded her head vigorously.

"Well, isn't the answer easy?"

But Min Hae-na knew the answer.

"What is it?"

"It's because Su-hyeon is handsome."

"...Hmm."

Ji-su, who made eye contact with Yu-jin, tilted her head.

"Well, that's true, but..."

"I'm telling you it is."

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Jang Su-il was one of the three main forces boasted by the [Sword of Belphegor].

Just in the recent battle, based on his uniquely endless robust physique and durability, he eventually injured 'Reversal War General' Son Ji-gwang in their confrontation.

And even when Ahn Byeong-jun joined and launched a joint attack, he instead inflicted damage on them.

'I am strong. My strength grows stronger as time passes.'

That was Jang Su-il's pride.

But now.

All that pride was being torn to shreds by Su-hyeon's hands.

Bwoong!

A powerful overhand hook tore through the air.

It was a fierce fist that could burst a human head like a tomato if it hit directly.

Whik!

Su-hyeon, who avoided the attack with a weaving motion accompanied by footwork, immediately planted a powerful inside low kick.

Jaaaak!

"Kuk!"

Despite a height difference of about 10cm, due to Su-hyeon's physical structure with long limbs, the reach between the two was almost the same.

"Damn it!"

Thanks to that, Jang Su-il, who was fluidly evaded by Su-hyeon with follow-up attacks, rushed in to close the distance.

'I knew you'd come.'

Su-hyeon planted a spinning kick in advance on Jang Su-il's path.

Ppaak!

"Keok!"

With behavior as if he had seen the future, Jang Su-il, who was inevitably hit in the chest, staggered, and...

Tadak!

Su-hyeon, who had maintained kicking distance, dashed in at once and lifted Jang Su-il's chin with a weighted left uppercut.

Ppaak!

And then, Su-hyeon connected with a right body hook followed by another left overhand hook, planting two powerful hooks in succession with centrifugal force.

Ppeok! Ppakak!

When Jang Su-il couldn't regain his senses from the punches that entered almost simultaneously, Su-hyeon, hooking the outer leg, threw Jang Su-il headfirst to the floor with the principle of judo.

Kwaaang!

However, considering Jang Su-il's physical toughness, this was no different from being thrown onto a soft styrofoam floor.

Jang Su-il, who didn't receive much damage, quickly got up.

Ppaak!

Su-hyeon, who had foreseen even this, slammed Jang Su-il against the wall with a soccer kick.

"Kaak!"

Jang Su-il, who spat out a loose molar, was shocked.

'This bastard, I can't get my bearings!'

What was more shocking was that each attack he allowed was inflicting significant damage on him.

"Kwaaak!"

Jang Su-il, who couldn't accept that fact, rushed toward Su-hyeon again and swung his fist.

'Jang Su-il doesn't use kicks well.'

More than 80% of his attacks were punches.

'Therefore, mix in diverse kicks with longer reach and more power.'

Especially stack low kicks and calf kicks to bind the legs.

'From the beginning, Jang Su-il isn't the type to use his feet well.'

Jang Su-il didn't fight by diligently stepping, changing positions, and adjusting intervals.

'If I had to compare, it's like Muay Thai.'

Believing in his robustness, he goes in steadfastly and smashes with his fists.

He attacks and crushes the opponent with a speed that shouldn't come from his build.

Or, after enduring an attack from an opponent who has the advantage in technique, he approaches and smashes them.

'He takes it head-on. There's no evasion in his counter.'

Just with that, Jang Su-il could gain an advantage over Ma Seungeon, Ahn Byeong-jun, and even the two absolute powerhouses called Reversal War General and Sword God.

Simple strength.

Simplicity sometimes becomes the most difficult, impregnable fortress to face.

Jang Su-il was such a case.

'It's a tactic that suits Jang Su-il's strength. But it's not always the right answer.'

His opponent was Su-hyeon, who had superior evasion ability combined with attacking power that could pierce through durability and inflict damage.

Not only had he reached an overwhelming realm of martial arts, but his body was also well-trained to the point of not losing to anyone.

As a result, the options available to him were too different.

'The reason Jang Su-il finds techniques interesting is because he knows well that all those techniques ultimately can't destroy him.'

Su-hyeon thought.

Ppaak!

"Keheok!"

The fact that Su-hyeon's fists and feet, without even wrapping in a Hardening Shield or using Chukji to increase output, were firmly planting into him and causing damage made Jang Su-il even more confused.

'Fuck, this is really maddening! Why is this bastard so strong?'

Especially concerning was his lower body, which had allowed multiple low kicks and calf kicks.

'It hurts this much from just a few kicks?'

How long had it been since he felt this kind of pain?

Even in his current state with all his power unleashed!

"You son of a bitch!"

Seeing another low kick coming, Jang Su-il lowered his upper body and attempted a kick catch.

'If I grab and pin him down, it's over!'

But Su-hyeon could clearly see that intention.

'If you want to grab it, try.'

Instead of quickly retrieving his kick as usual, Su-hyeon deliberately delayed.

'Got it...!'

Ppaak!

Just as Jang Su-il was about to smile in satisfaction.

Su-hyeon, who had jumped up with his planted foot, planted a flying knee kick right into Jang Su-il's face.

'You lowered your upper body? Then you have to take a knee kick.'

"Keuk!"

As Jang Su-il stepped back, spewing a nosebleed, Su-hyeon took a low kick motion again.

'Damn it!'

When Jang Su-il reflexively flinched, a fist aiming for that gap planted into his face again.

Ppaak!

"You rat-like bastard!"

"To describe this as rat-like. Your pride is a bit ugly."

Su-hyeon says, rolling his shoulder.

"Then I'll show you an even more advanced state."

"You crazy bastard, what are you talking about!"

Jang Su-il tried to extend his fist, and...

Ppaak!

"!?!"

At the same time, Su-hyeon's jab hit his face.

'What, what is this?'

Jang Su-il was about to swing a big hook while stepping back, and...

Ppaak!

Su-hyeon's hook turned his jaw a beat faster.

'This bastard, what exactly is he doing?'

Just as the thought of 'as if he's seeing the future' flashed through his mind.

Ppeok!

Su-hyeon's middle kick struck Jang Su-il's empty side.

'He's completely helpless.'

Looking at Jang Su-il getting hit with a confused face, Su-hyeon thought.

'Your movements are too simple and instinctive. That's why they're easily read.'

The movements of his gaze, feet, and shoulders.

Reading them using his eyes, spiritual sense, and intuition, Su-hyeon was rendering Jang Su-il unable to do anything with the marvel of post-preemptive strikes, reacting as soon as he saw signs of an attack.

'This crazy bastard, is this even possible? This is...!'

Ppaaaak!

Jang Su-il's legs gave out and he sat down heavily from Su-hyeon's high kick that didn't even allow a gap for thought.

"Heok, damn it."

His vision blurred, and there was no part of his body that was intact.

'Wow... this is no joke.'

No strength would enter his body.

Even the tattoos that had been emitting light were now just dim like glow-in-the-dark.

'This is the first time.'

Jang Su-il, feeling Su-hyeon's gaze looking down at him, smirked.

"Fuck, this is no joke."

He thought martial arts and such were all like toys.

'Just the struggles of the weak. A true strong one doesn't need training.'

That's what he thought.

He just repeated days of fighting when he wanted, killing who he wanted.

Even with just that, he had become stronger.

"How does it feel to be helplessly defeated by the martial arts you so looked down upon?"

"Hehe, kid, your neck's getting stiff again."

To Jang Su-il, who was laughing emptily, Su-hyeon said.

"Jang Su-il. You probably think you just naturally got stronger through repeated fights. But is that really so? Even your fighting ultimately came from fighting against humans who had learned martial arts, responding to and breaking down their tactics."

Su-hyeon said.

"Is it reasonable to call that purely 'my own strength'?"

"......"

"That's why I say you're dull."

Su-hyeon sneered.

"One trains because they're weak. One becomes strong because they train. That's a natural principle. Were you so proud of becoming strong in your own way, rejecting that? That's why you fell by my hand today."

Seung.

Su-hyeon drew the Moonless Sword, which he hadn't drawn once in this fight.

"You remember when I was so weak I could have died if you just moved a finger? It's been just a year since then. In that time, I've become strong enough to overwhelm you."

"Huhuhu. Are you dragging this out just to say that? Kid, you have a cute side."

To Jang Su-il, who was painfully mocking him, Su-hyeon shrugged.

"Yeah. I wanted to say something because it was ridiculous seeing you show off your meager pride about being a born strong one in front of me."

"Is that so? But you know what? No matter what you babble about, I don't really care."

"Stubborn pride based on narrow vision is just obstinacy."

Su-hyeon checked the time.

'It took 5 minutes.'

Thinking he should have hurried a bit more, Su-hyeon said.

"Let's end this now."

Smirk.

Jang Su-il, with his head lowered, laughed at Su-hyeon in his heart.

'Your fate was decided the moment you came here.'

Although he himself would die first, thinking about that fact didn't make him feel bad.

'Go meet Hwang Won-jae like this. Whether he dies or you die, it doesn't matter. Nastrond will open anyway.'

"If you have any words to leave, I'll listen."

"I wonder."

Jang Su-il laughed softly and raised his head.

'A life of priding oneself on being strong, only to fall to a stronger one.'

Since this was the ending he had secretly imagined for himself in his heart.

"This isn't a bad way to go."

"Is that so."

"Kill me quickly, kid. I don't want to die after spitting out shameful words because my heart weakened."

"Will do."

'Battle Maniac' Jang Su-il.

A Ma-in called one of the strongest, and a man who was the enemy of all martial artists, met his death smiling like that.