Regressor Takes Everything

Chapter 119: It is not a special skill (4)

Originally, the friendly Dalian was held voluntarily by the participants, but this time it was naturally made in a 3-on-3 composition. It was because Cheonmu Palace had no students willing to participate because Liang Jin had made a promise beforehand, and Seongjin Academy only had three people show up.

“Since the number is even and perfect, we can do it once. How would you like to order them?”

“We would have to head up one by one first. Seongjin also send someone up according to that side.”

“It is quite neat. Then I will.”

Since there was nothing particularly complicated, the order was quickly decided, and Kang Yoo-sik, who decided to start in 10 minutes, began to make his way downstairs. “The other side is sending them up one by one, so we can just adjust to that.”

“Whoever comes out can win. You're full of blood…”

"What. We're fine. If possible, I wanted to get three wins.”

Seeing Kang Yoo-sik talking calmly, Han Moo-jin looked at Kim Jin-hyuk and Lee Byung-ho, who were breathing on one side. “But what kind of magic did you use?”

"What?"

“No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like you can grow in a week… Is there something?”

Seeing Han Moo-jin showing a lot of interest, Kang Yoo-sik made an expression of disbelief. ‘Are you unexpectedly interested in education? No. It seems a little different from that….’

Seeing Han Moo-jin showing more interest than he thought, Kang Yoo-sik pondered for a moment and smiled. "If the secret is revealed, then it can’t possibly be magic, right?"

"What? This child….”

“Now. For now, we must focus on Dalian.” Kang Yoo-sik, who slightly delayed the conversation, approached the two people waiting next to her.

“How is your condition?”

“It's okay."

"It does not matter at this point."

Kang Yoo-sik made a satisfied expression at the sharpened and polished appearance. “Do you both remember what I said earlier?”

“Yes."

"Sure."

“Great. Don't forget that… Well, since it’s a goodwill match, let’s just keep it simple without any grandiose words.”

Kang Yoo-sik looked at the two and smiled. “Let’s destroy everything.”

After 10 minutes, the first contestant was then decided, and Bao Linsen jumped up on the field. “I am first!”

Cheonmu Palace’s pupils around the arena flinched at the ferocious force. And on the other side of the strong air current, Lee Byung-ho stood up holding onto his spear. "Uh… What. Will you join me again?”

"Yes."

In response to Lee Byung-ho's brief reply, Bao Linsen stroked his chin and made a strange expression.

“You’re getting better than before… Still, it looks like you're ready to fight me.”

Bao Linsen saw right through that level, and Lee Byung-ho nodded as well. “Well, not really.”

“Then another guy….”

"Still, I can't help it because you're more worthy of a fight than the two of us. You have to win unconditionally.”

Bao Linsen's expression hardened a little at Lee Byung-ho's story and smiled slightly. It was worth fighting for both of them.

“Ho, ho… I mean.” Lee Byung-ho smiled at the trembling Bao Linsen.

“Yes. Let’s start slowly.”

“Great… Let's do it.”

As if the two had promised, they straightened their stances, and from Bao Linsen's sword held out in front of him, hideous mana gushed out. Usually, it was an unspoken rule to exchange simple techniques at the beginning of the match, but he was trying to destroy Lee Byung-ho with all his might from the beginning.

The moment when the tension reached its peak…

Quaang!

Blazing flames and blue lightning collided in the arena. The two weapons collided ceaselessly, scattering remnants, and sparks and lightning scattered in all directions along with a harsh metallic sound. It was just that the fatal wounds hadn’t exploded yet, but the vicious sparring was no different from trying to kill each other.

Seeing that, Han Moo-jin made an absurd expression. “They should do it in moderation….”

Han Moo-jin also grabbed her own spear so that she could intervene at any time, and Ba Yun-bo, the blue dragon lord on the other side of her, also grabbed the sword at her waist. And Kang Yoo-sik, who was looking at the scene, looked at Bao Linsen wielding her sword with an interesting expression.

‘Is that the Chloride Heaven Sword?’

Bao Linsen’s main method of projection. It was a chauvinistic strategy of taking over space with a quick attack and then breaking down the defenses, which was a very excellent technique in a person-to-person battle.

Before her return, she used a low-chloride celestial sword to create a spectacular battle in which she injured several A-class hunters and S-class hunters while fighting. Eventually, she was wanted by the Chinese government and became a demon while wandering. ‘I wasn’t good enough to be a Disaster-class Mine, but it was at a level comparable to that.’

A strong man who was assumed to be able to become an S-Class Hunter or a Disaster-class Mine if given enough time. So, his talent was definitely one of the best in China.

Baek! Lee Byung-ho's talent was not far behind him either.

“Ah…?”

Bao Linsen's eyes fluttered at the long shot that penetrated her gap and struck her on the shoulder.

‘How?’

How could he not know until he was hit by an attack? Bao Linsen, who thought she was too excited, hurriedly adjusted her posture and gained momentum.

Fuck! This time, Lee Byung-ho's government hit the stomach.

“How is it this big?!”

A fist came swooping in without properly preparing. Breathing was then disrupted by an unexpected blow, and the ensuing results were devastating.

Baek! Fuck! Bao Linsen's body was beaten mercilessly by her fists and feet, which penetrated her gaps, and she could not even resist the attack. The fact that her momentum was taken away was also because she had been taken away, but even if she tried to block it by wielding a sword, she had been blocked by Lee Byung-ho's spear which managed to come in at the right time.

‘Speech… Nonsense!’

The first time he saw Lee Byung-ho. Bao Linsen thought that she ate something like an elixir and puffed up her stats. That was why, technically, she thought she had the edge and was confident of her victory, just like a week ago.

Caang! However, the unfolding results were quite the opposite. As for her stats, she herself had a slight edge, but was completely overwhelmed in her skills. Bao Linsen lost his temper at the sight of him being tortured without being able to use her hands properly.

“This bastard!”

Roaring! A huge flame exploded from Bao Linsen's sword, and Ba Yun-fa and Han Moo-jin's eyes widened at the sight of her. The season of the fire-fighting sword that blew off the arm of the teacher who was in charge of the promotion test in the past. When a skill that shouldn't be used in friendly matches was about to come out, the two tried to intervene.

“Stop."

Kang Yoo-sik’s voice stopped the two of them. In the meantime, Bao Linsen's sword scattered ferocious energy, and Lee Byung-ho stepped back as if he found himself getting pushed by the momentum. The moment when Bao Linsen tried to open her eyes, her eyes flashed.

Bang! Blue lightning struck at her chin.

Cooong! Bao Linsen's knee fell to the floor of her training ground, and Lee Byung-ho, standing in front of him, caught his breath.

“Whoa… Whoa…”

“What, what?”

“What happened…?”

Except for a few people, it was a workshop that he couldn't even seem to see properly. Recognizing her attack only after she collapsed, Bao Linsen looked up at the exhausted Lee Byung-ho, desperately holding on to his consciousness about to be cut off.

“You… How… In a week…”

Seeing them asking about the reason for the change, Lee Byung-ho talked about the lines he had prepared in advance. “Yoo-sik learned from my older brother.”

Hearing those words, Bao Linsen reflexively looked at Kang Yoo-sik under the training ground, and their eyes briefly collided. At the moment when a faint desire could be seen in her eyes…

Bao Linsen's body collapsed in front of her. "Nonsense….”

“Uh, how… Bao Linsen…”

The results unfolded in front of their eyes, and those gathered in the arena made faces that couldn't believe it. How could Dalian, where Bao Linsen almost played with victory just a week ago, change like this?

In an incomprehensible situation, people's eyes naturally turned to Kang Yoo-sik. ‘How did you teach them?’

‘How can a wizard improve martial arts skills like that in such a short period of time?’

Hearing that Kang Yoo-sik taught them, Cheonmu Palace’s pupils all looked confused and glanced at Liang Jin.

“It was close.”

"I know, right… It was a real one-shot fight.”

What Lee Byung-ho trained for a week was the application of his own skill, Thunder Myth, to bring about the Thunder God. As an anti-personnel warfare application that increased output by limiting the lightning myth that turned the whole body into lightning, Lee Byung-ho defeated Bao Linsen using this type of technology.

‘The S-class elixir rapidly inflates the stats to give the opponent a sense of difference, and stabs the gap with the thunder god.'

As a result, Lee Byung-ho unilaterally caught the offensive, and at the end, Bao Linsen, who used the seasonal skill in excitement, perfectly it was stabbed.

‘Thanks to that, I'm in tatters….’

His mind felt exhausted from using it in a sparring reminiscent of a real battle and found that he was on the verge of running out of magic power due to its low efficiency because it had not yet been completely refined. If he had ‘made up’ the training period a little less, it would have been Lee Byung-ho.

"Good work. Sit down and rest.”

"Yes…” Lee Byung-ho slept on.

Sitting on the bench, he exhaled, and Kang Yoo-sik looked up at the training ground. The stunned Bao Linsen was carried down by the other disciples, and Liang Jin had a grave expression on his face, but his eyes were shaking.

‘It’s easy to understand…’

From the outside, it reminded him of the ghost sword before the return, but on the inside, he could see that he was still quite immature. Kang Yoo-sik shouted with a smirk at the appearance of her confidence in her own victory and then being broken.

“Isn’t the next one coming up?”

“…Wait!" Liang Jin, who answered nervously, approached Sai Yan, who was sitting, and Kang Yoo-sik made a strange expression on his back.

‘But why did he really fight with me?’

To be more precise, why did Cheonmu, who was trying to recruit himself, neglect such a disciple? Meanwhile, a person came up on top of the arena.

Kang Yoo-sik made a slightly ambiguous expression at the appearance of Sai Yan. ‘Hmm. That guy is a bit vague…’

He tried to fight Liang Jin, leaving it to Kim Jin-hyuk, but Sai Yan’s level was too high. ‘It’s difficult for me to deal with, and Kim Jin-hyuk was also difficult for me to deal with.’

Kang Yoo-sik was wondering if there was some other way. One thing popped into her mind. It was a story he had heard in the middle of a conversation with Kim Jin-hyuk, who was full of scars before returning.

Kang Yoo-sik recalled the contents and immediately asked Percival. ‘Percival. Is it possible to predict a mock battle?’

– It’s possible as long as there was enough information. ‘Okay then… Kang Yoo-sik, who made the decision, immediately shouted at Liang Jin.

“I’ll check my condition for a while.”

“Finish quickly.”

Seeing Kang Yoo-sik's back as she hurriedly approached Kim Jin-hyuk, Liang Jin raised the corner of her mouth. ‘As expected, Saiyan doesn’t seem to have a way out.’

No matter who he puts forward, he had no choice but to lose. In a way, it was a natural result since the Saiyan itself was not at the level of a disciple.

‘If possible, I would like a guy named Kim Jin-hyuk to step in, but… Kang Yoo-sik might step out.’

Objectively viewed, he had a higher Sai Yan level than himself, so even if he were to lose, he might step out to save face. It was a little disappointing that he couldn’t defeat him directly, but he could crush the arrogant remark that he only used martial arts, so either way wouldn’t matter much.

“It’s gone up.”

Kim Jin-hyuk calmly walked up to the training ground. He then lightly climbed up holding a steel sword. Unlike Lee Byung-ho, who preceded him, he didn’t have much of a fighting spirit, and he muttered something of his own while catching his breath. Everyone in the arena looked at him with no expectations as he seemed very nervous.

“It will be an easy win this time.”

“It’s not another person, it’s Sai Yan…”

“The other side is not an opponent that can be coincidental.”

Like Lee Byung-ho a moment ago, one could win with a difference in skill, but even that had a limit. Han Moo-jin and Yun-fa also looked at Kim Jin-hyuk, thinking that he would lose, and their eyes poured out like shackles.

In the midst of the pressure, Kim Jin-hyuk continued to mutter as he looked at the sword in his hand. “On the first breath… Right….”

It was advice Kang Yoo-sik told him to just bear it in mind, but the tension then disappeared as if mumbling it. And

‘I can do it.’

The stats grown through the S-class elixir and the experience of repeated training in the fog began to fill up the inside of the body. It was not perfect, but it felt like it was faintly touched. When Kim Jin-hyuk was enveloped in the fullness that filled his entire body.

Kang Yoo-sik then shouted at the two people who did not readily step forward. "Count to three and let's go!"

In line with the countdown, Sai Yan and Kim Jin-hyuk’s speculation subtly rose, and the two's eyes collided. In the midst of that tense tension, Kang Yoo-sik also looked at him with a slightly nervous expression.

“Start!"

At the same time as the shout, the two new models were shot forward.

Quaang! What Sai Yan had opened was the Cheonchamji Gwansu (?????). It was also known as ‘kwonbeop,’ which was said to be the best sword method, and the ultimate martial art that she, who became her disaster-class demon, slaughtered countless hunters. The power of destroying even S-class weapons with her bare hands was truly formidable, and the unfinished Cheon-Chamji Gwansu was also considered as very formidable.

Whoo-!

Everyone present could see the illusion of Kim Jin-hyuk being cut and falling.

Kaga River!

Along with the sparks that jumped out, Kim Jin-hyuk’s single sword split the illusion at once.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The pupils who looked up at the training ground stared blankly at it, and Liang Jin, who had been constantly maintaining her expression, looked at him with a shocked expression this time. If the result of Lee Byung-ho and Bao Linsen's match was shocking but somehow understandable, then Kim Jin-hyuk and Sai Yan's match was absolutely incomprehensible.

Unlike Kim Jin-hyuk, who was not well known outside of Korea, Sai Yan was a celebrity that everyone in the hunter industry would know, even if he excluded unpleasant things.

“Isn’t this manipulation…?”

"But….”

“What the hell happened to you at the end?”

Unlike Lee Byung-ho, who was too fast to see the process, this time, he clearly saw both the before and after the process. However, the level of the two was so high that ordinary disciples could not seem to understand it.

Her severed hair fell to the floor, and Sai Yan’s hazy eyes peered through it silently down at the sword pointed at her throat. A sword that would have pierced his own throat if he hadn't stopped right before. Realizing that fact, she turned her gaze forward and looked at Kim Jin-hyuk.

“This… What?"

At Sai Yan's question, who did not understand his defeat, Kim Jin-hyuk took a deep breath and smiled slightly. “Yoo-sik taught me.”

With that one word, everyone in the arena looked at Kang Yoo-sik as if they were looking at a monster, and Sai Yan slowly turned his gaze away.

“…”

A faint light began to emerge in the blurry eyes. She looked like a child who found the owner of the toy she wanted, and Kang Yoo-sik unknowingly raised the corner of her mouth.

“Boy. How much stronger can you be?”

To Yan's question, which proved to be simple and clear, Kang Yoo-sik gave a very simple answer as well.

“Better than you, unconditionally.”

“… … .”

Sai Yan's lips smirked a little at Kang Yoo-sik's answer, and he looked at Kim Jin-hyuk once more. "You… I will follow you.”

From there, he took the bait.