I Entered an Academy in a Ruined Game

Chapter 53 : Counterattack (3)

"Yu-jin! Did you come to save me?"

Song Yu-ha, who was injured in several places but had not sustained any serious wounds, clung to Lee Yu-jin.

"Yes. You don't have any major injuries?"

"This much is fine."

Song Yu-ha's expression, which had been trying to smile, contorted.

"...But because of us, the instructor..."

"...Ah."

The cadets who saw the body of Homeroom Instructor Bang Woo-gil, covered with an outer garment, covered their mouths.

"Huk, Instructor."

"Those bastards."

"......"

Su-hyeon's expression grew heavy.

'I couldn't prevent it.'

There was an indescribable difference between a character dying beyond a monitor and an actual human being dying.

'Jang Ha-young.'

Killing intent that Su-hyeon had been deliberately suppressing rose in his eyes as he looked down at the Ma-in.

"...Damn it."

But.

'Today there's only one person I need to kill with my own hands.'

He couldn't create unnecessary problems.

"Looks like things went well with Class 2."

Instead, Su-hyeon turned to Seo Jun-seong.

"Thanks to you. I subdued two Ma-in and then rushed over here."

"...Were there any casualties?"

"...Hyun-su died."

The one who answered was a cadet from Class 2.

"My name is Yang Ji-hoon. I heard you sent Jun-seong to our side. Thank you."

"No. I just did what needed to be done."

After shaking hands with him, Su-hyeon spoke to Song Yu-ha.

"Song Yu-ha, I'm sorry, but could I get your help?"

"Of course. That's why I'm here. Yu-jin, come here too."

"Okay."

"Does anyone else need treatment?"

"No. Your ability must have its limits too. It would be better to save it for people in more urgent need."

Song Yu-ha nodded at Seo Jun-seong's refusal.

"Alright. Then I'll just treat you two first."

Song Yu-ha's characteristic, 'Healing Orb,' was a top-tier healer ability that drew in her mana and the vitality of the injured person to provide ultra-rapid recovery.

Wooong!

Su-hyeon's ruptured muscle fibers, enveloped in a translucent membrane the color of soda, began to heal rapidly.

'Thanks to this, the recoil will be much stronger.'

However, Su-hyeon thought it was a worthwhile trade if he could gain the strength to continue fighting for quite a while longer, at the cost of future pain.

"Thank you."

"It's nothing. We're the ones who should be thankful."

"Then."

As Su-hyeon turned his back, Song Young-hwan asked with concern:

"Su-hyeon, will you be alright? You can rest here if you want."

Su-hyeon smiled faintly at those words.

"They're friends from my class. As long as I can move my body, I should do something."

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"Damn it! Thank you! If it weren't for you, I would have been sprawled out sleeping on duty while everyone was falling!"

"I'll leave it to you. I'm going to check elsewhere!"

Kim Ho-su, who had spread the news to instructors who were resting or sleeping in their quarters, hurriedly headed to his next destination.

"Whew, it's tough, so tough."

His achievement of gathering people by racing at top speed across the wide grounds was as outstanding as anyone's, but.

There was one thing bothering him.

"...Where on earth is Tae-hoon?"

He couldn't find Nam Tae-hoon anywhere, north, south, east, or west.

'Surely not, right?'

He hoped his ominous premonition was wrong.

And contrary to his worry, Nam Tae-hoon was perfectly fine and alive.

"Hmm."

The Ma-in facing Nam Tae-hoon tilted his head left and right.

The man's name was 'Twin Axes' Won Jeong-gu.

True to his nickname, his main weapons were hand axes held in both hands.

By connecting the handles with a chain, he sometimes used centrifugal force like a chain scythe, and sometimes freely fought by throwing and retrieving them.

He was someone who could be a major threat on any front, but.

After killing several instructors, he was now in a position where his feet were tied up by a single cadet he encountered while on his way to join the Executioner.

"Kid, you're quite familiar with fighting. Where have you been rolling around?"

"As if. How could a high schooler like me have such a past?"

The Ma-in smirked at Nam Tae-hoon, who was snickering with a relaxed face.

"I smell something familiar from you."

"Oh, what kind of smell?"

"The smell unique to those with something fishy about them."

"Hey now, that's harsh to say when you've never even met me before."

'Is he someone like Jo Jin-myeong? Who sent him?'

Won Jeong-gu narrowed his eyes as he probed.

'What's clear is that he's someone who knows how to fight well.'

Any underestimation due to the opponent being merely a 17-year-old boy had long since disappeared.

In fact, Nam Tae-hoon's tricky attacks, moving between shadows and attacking from all directions, had left several lacerations on Won Jeong-gu's body.

'If it were trees, I could have cut them all down, but in a battlefield overshadowed by asphalt buildings, I can't use that method.'

Won Jeong-gu clicked his tongue and threw the axe with his left hand.

'Fast!'

Feeling it would be difficult to dodge, Nam Tae-hoon used his ability to conceal himself between shadows.

'This guy ultimately aims for my back the moment he attacks.'

Quickly retrieving the thrown axe, Won Jeong-gu swung it horizontally without even looking back as soon as he felt a presence behind him.

But.

Whoosh!

'Did I miss?'

The moment his gaze turned back, Nam Tae-hoon, who had appeared between the shadows of trees, slashed at his ankle from a low stance.

"Chik!"

Won Jeong-gu, who jumped up to avoid the attack, let out a hollow laugh.

"You're using your head."

A method of catching him off guard despite guessing that he would have figured out the attack pattern.

To think that it was none other than himself who had been beaten in this psychological battle of deception?

This was definitely not something a mere 17-year-old boy could show in actual combat against a Ma-in.

'Hmph. If that's how you want to play, I have my own methods.'

Won Jeong-gu, who spread his ki-sensing widely, smiled maliciously.

'From now on, you won't be able to deceive my senses. Your ability is just suitable for ambushes at best. If that becomes impossible, it's nothing.'

"Mister, you sure can do all sorts of things."

Nam Tae-hoon clicked his tongue at the sight.

"This is really annoying. If you guys cause too much trouble, it's a problem for us too."

"Who do you mean by 'us'?"

"Think I'm going to tell you?"

Nam Tae-hoon smiled.

"The fact that no one is watching. That's why you're going to die today."

"?!"

Nam Tae-hoon's characteristic, 'Shadow Lord,' had other uses besides simply moving between shadows.

"You bastard! What are you doing!"

The shadow cast at the Ma-in's feet began to slowly wrap around his ankles.

"I'll end this quickly."

Nam Tae-hoon's expression turned cold.

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Raging Wolf Hong Byeong-gwon.

This cunning and powerful werewolf was now howling with lost reason.

"Kwaaaa!"

If it had been Su-hyeon who had evaded, deflected, fed him counters, tricked him with unexpected deceptions, and refused to engage in a direct battle of strength.

From the beginning, Kang Jun-man, who passed through all attacks and then broke the flailing arms and legs, was an opponent he could do nothing against.

"Oh my. Where are you running to?"

Crack!

Hong Byeong-gwon howled in pain as his shoulder dislocated and frantically swung his claws, but as Kang Jun-man's body turned transparent, it amounted to nothing but empty flailing.

'This bastard! How the hell am I supposed to fight?'

It's human nature to flee when facing an opponent you cannot defeat.

But in this battlefield created based on coastal terrain, it was difficult to escape using his specialty of agility because his feet kept sinking into the sand.

Moreover, since Kang Jun-man's transparency ability could avoid even the sharp claws and teeth of a werewolf at will.

He was freely using ground techniques without any restrictions to tear apart the Ma-in's joints and ligaments.

"As expected, lycanthropes are tough. To think you can still move after having your joints broken like this."

Kang Jun-man chuckled as he mocked the Ma-in.

"You son of a bitch! I'll kill you!"

"Hmm. Is there a wolf who fears death threats from a rabbit? Though it might be different for a stupid wolf like you."

Crack!

Hong Byeong-gwon gnashed his sharp teeth, but there was nothing he could do, and.

"Uaaaaargh!"

He could only slowly watch as his limbs were completely destroyed.

"Don't expect to be arrested comfortably."

Kang Jun-man's cold voice brought an unfamiliar fear to the Ma-in's eyes.

'Damn it. This is a complete failure.'

It was the moment when the fifth Ma-in among the twelve who had ambushed the academy was being subdued.

And the sixth was about to be created right here, at the hands of Instructor Lee Ho-seung.

"Damn it! Why can't I cut you, you bastard!"

'Rusty Sword' Ha Jin-su, overwhelmed by Lee Ho-seung, raged.

"There's no reason why I should be cut by someone who can't even hear the voice of the sword."

"Kik kik. What stupid nonsense. How can a sword speak?"

Ha Jin-su sneered.

"The stupid one is you."

Lee Ho-seung said, tilting his sword diagonally.

"Don't go around saying you use a sword. Rusty skills."

"What did you say, you bastard?"

Whooo.

Lee Ho-seung took a breath, and.

Clang!

The next moment, Lee Ho-seung's sword cut off the Ma-in's right arm.

"Uaaaaargh!"

The Ma-in, who had lost his right arm, clutched his bleeding shoulder and wailed.

"Stop your exaggeration. You can reattach that anyway."

"You son of a bitch!"

Ha Jin-su howled.

"I will, definitely will kill you!"

"I wonder. Sometimes they say you come to know your own weight when you receive strong hatred."

However, unlike his relaxed attitude.

'That was close.'

Lee Ho-seung, who had expended almost all his remaining energy on that one strike, smiled while struggling to suppress his trembling hand.

"But hey. Can you reattach your head if it gets cut off?"

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Meanwhile, a very different scene was unfolding in another battlefield from the two instructors, Lee Ho-seung and Kang Jun-man.

"Keok!"

Oh Chang-seong, his transformation released after taking a powerful blow, flew over ten meters and crashed into a wall.

"Hahaha! Didn't I tell you! To a true strong one, technique is nothing but an impurity!"

Jang Su-il, feeling the satisfying impact, laughed maniacally.

"Keuung."

Oh Chang-seong rubbed his side, saying it seemed like another rib had broken from that last blow.

'Ah, damn it. This bastard is disgustingly strong.'

He thought he was ahead in technique, experience, and skill.

'I thought I could win if I just kept at it a bit longer.'

But that was an illusion, and he felt it painfully as the fight continued.

'Dirty bastard.'

He hadn't been able to draw out that tattoo-covered skinhead's full power.

'What does that bastard eat to be so strong? Does he farm eels at home?'

Compared to Jang Su-il, who still had energy left and was going strong.

Oh Chang-seong was in serious condition with two broken ribs, a sunken cheekbone, and a major rupture in his right thigh muscle.

These were injuries that couldn't be recovered from in the short term even with a lycanthrope's unique vitality.

'It's frustrating, but I can't defeat that guy alone.'

Having experienced the full power of the notoriously infamous Battle Maniac Jang Su-il, he acknowledged this fact with a bitter feeling.

"Ugh."

Jang Su-il, watching Oh Chang-seong barely rising, asked:

"Hey. What are you laughing at? Have you gone crazy from being hit too much?"

"Hehehe. Ah, I can't help but laugh."

"...?"

Oh Chang-seong's hand pointed to the clock tower visible behind Jang Su-il.

"Time's up, you bastard."

Peeew-babababak!

Large anti-materiel sniper rifle bullets, arrows imbued with magic, and attacks of all sorts of attributes began bombarding Jang Su-il's body in an instant.

"You sons of bitches! Keep your heads down and don't move!"

"We've come to save you, kids!"

"How dare those good-for-nothing bastards target my students!"

The shouts of instructors enraged with anger were rapidly approaching.

"Instructor Oh! Are you okay! We're here now!"

Seeing the face of Vice Principal Gong Gi-jeong, who was running at the forefront, Oh Chang-seong smiled with an exhausted face.

"I thought my neck would fly off waiting."