Chapter 143 – True Education (2)
“After.”
Baek Ji-hoon’s expression, which had the momentum to go wild, sank in one short breath.
One of the important victory conditions in fighting intelligence, especially people, is emotion control.
It’s hard to find someone who is as easy to cook as someone who falls for their opponent’s provocation and is swayed by their emotions.
In that sense, it is clear that Baek Ji-hoon is a very competent resource.
It’s because it’s not as easy as I thought to erase the expression that was revealed on the outside in one short breath.
Of course, the inside is still seething like an active volcano, but at that age and with that level of emotional control, it deserves high marks, um.
“Suck!”
The battle, which fell into a lull for a while, continued again.
He throws out ridiculed words to hurt his feelings, but he also has a better fighting sense than others.
You know exactly what your strengths are and what actions you need to take to win.
He probably would have won easily no matter who he faced against him in a face-to-face match.
If the opponent wasn’t me.
Kaang!
Kang!
Kagagak!
The sound of his dagger hitting the wall repeatedly hit his ears.
Making full use of his quick mobility, he is aiming for gaps from behind, to the side, and diagonally, but… , No use.
It was because the magic that had been manifested one step before he arrived completely blocked his attack route.
“Kuh! What magic… !”
Cracks appeared on the guy who continued to attack with a calm expression.
It seems that his mood is very hurt because of the rock wall that blocks attacks from anywhere.
While he stepped back to catch his breath, he inspected the scars on the rock wall.
Most of the traces are concentrated at the top.
If I substitute my body against a rock wall… , With very dangerous consequences.
“We only aimed for bloody places together.”
Throat, heart, lungs, etc.
Deadly parts that can drive an opponent to death with just one stab.
I don’t know if it’s once or twice, but I’ve been aiming for the same position several times.
Two things can be inferred from this.
One is that he hates me enough to want to kill me.
And the other…
“That bastard has killed a few people.”
Baek Ji-hoon is a murderer who has already experienced murder.
He’s only an aspirant, but he can’t be an assassin affiliated with an association or government… , He is most likely a low-end agent belonging to a contract killer who commits murder for money on the black market.
Or if I don’t like it, I’m a psychopath who kills and sees.
“Somehow, I didn’t feel very good.”
When I first saw it, I didn’t like it, so I thought it was because I was simply kicking next to Shin Yoo-jung, but I guess it wasn’t just because of that.
But what… , It has nothing to do with me.
Whether he’s an assassin or a psychotic killer.
It’s something that I can’t blow my neck at all because I have some authority.
Even if you go to the professor and say, ‘That bastard assassin!’, Who would believe that, since there is no proof.
If it had been like before, I would have dug in tenaciously and pushed away not only him but also the murder contract company he belongs to like a bulldozer, but now I don’t have the desire to live like that.
Whatever life Baek Ji-hoon lives is entirely up to him.
Just one thing, you just need to know that you shouldn’t be messy around me.
I have to imprint that in my mind from now on.
“Well… , What would you like?”
I was troubled for a while.
What kind of magic could I use to give him a proper warning?
Then a good idea occurred to me.
「Magic Missile.」
If you overwhelm it with just one magic missile, which is the first basic attack magic you learn when you enter magic, you will feel a little bit of a difference in rank.
“Under… , What are you going to do now?”
“Yes? What?”
“You’re going to attack me with that basic magic?”
“Yes.”
Baek Ji-hoon makes a puzzled expression.
Well, it is understandable to have such a reaction.
Contrary to its name, Magic Missile is really ugly.
What it looked like was nothing more than a lump of blue magical power the size of a ping-pong ball, and its power was no more than that of an adult man punching it with all his might.
If a hunter with a stronger body than a normal person gets hit, the hit area just feels sore?
It must be absurd to use such magic as an attack card.
By the way.
「Magic Missile.」 X50
“Wouldn’t this make a difference?”
“…”
Look at that.
The smile on his face disappeared when he saw the 50 magic missiles surrounding me.
“Then go.”
Dozens of magic missiles the size of ping-pong balls rain down on him.
At the same time, it creates and reloads magic missiles exactly twice as many as it fired.
“Huh… !”
The guy who can’t keep his mind at the number of magic missiles that increase the more he dodges.
Sweat is pouring all over my body as I try to tap dance in a slightly tired situation.
Shoot, load, shoot, load.
About 80 magic missiles were fired and sent.
Whoops!
Perk!
“Kuh… !”
Finally, magic missiles began to form that reached his body.
One, two, three.
From the moment he was hit, he was like drowning in a swamp.
The pain makes my movements dull, and more magic missiles are poured into my dulled body.
If this is repeated, the fast-moving feet stop, and the body turns into a huge punching bag.
Pupper puffer puck!
Like right now
“Heuk!”
It will probably taste like death.
It’s sad to lose to a wizard one-on-one, but I can’t even hit one, because I’m excitedly getting hit with magic missiles, the basic magic of the basics.
If you’re like me, you won’t be able to carry your face in school for days.
In order to reduce the damage even a little, I crouched down and slowly approached the guy who was receiving the magic missile bombardment with his whole body.
As the distance approaches, the guy suddenly opens his eyes, raises his crouched body, and rushes at me.
“Dead… !”
The tip of the blunt dagger aimed precisely at the neck, especially the carotid artery.
No matter how blunt the tip of a dagger is, if you stab it hard with the power of a hunter, it will pierce your neck.
In other words, this one move meant that he even contemplated killing me.
“This bastard can’t get enough of this.”
It seems that he has been waiting for a blow of conversion in his own way.
He must have forgotten that his body was infinitely incapable of moving quickly.
“It’s okay.”
After dodging his attack very easily, he grinned at the despair-stained man, then fired a magic missile directly into his wide open body.
“Ke-heo-eok!”
Baek Ji-hoon collapses on the ground, choked by the magic missiles continuously inserted into his stomach.
Just in time, a broadcast is heard.
[Until there. Dalian is over. The winner is Kim Do-jin.]
It seems that he has decided that there is no reason to see Dalian anymore.
He moved closer to the face, distorted by pain, anger, and embarrassment, and whispered quietly.
“Jihoon. Wherever you go, killing people or chasing after women, I ah-don’t care. By the way.”
Startled at my tone, as if I knew something, I grabbed the shaking man by the hair, forcibly lifted his head, met his eyes, and continued.
“Aren’t you caught wandering around me, especially Yu-jeong, with a body that smells like blood?”
In order to engrave a strong warning in my head and all over my body so that even if I broke all the laws in the world, I would never break my words.
“Then you die.”
“Ah… , Ugh, ugh… !”
The moment I let go of the locks I was holding in his hand, he fell back and fell asleep, then crawled off the floor and struggled to distance myself.
After barely turning over, I watched the back of the guy crawling out of the arena, and then turned my back.
You should have understood this well enough.
As soon as I step out of the arena, Shin Yoo-jeong holds a water bottle in front of me.
“Drink some water.”
“Thank you.”
I’m not particularly thirsty, but there’s no need to refuse a favor.
After taking a decent sip, I closed the water bottle and spoke to the guy.
“From now on, don’t get close to Baek Ji-hoon.”
Then the boy asks in return with his eyes wide open.
“Suddenly?”
Then he grinned and stabbed me in the side.
“What is this, what is it? Are you jealous right now? Huh? Yes?”
“Yeah, I’m jealous.”
Better to be jealous than to say that because the friend you used to be close with is actually an assassin.
At my quick reply, he suddenly turns red in the face, then stretches out his arm and pulls my head to my chest.
Why is he like this when there are people around?
“Why are you so cute these days? Huh? You made up your mind, what!”
“Eup, uh uh… !”
My nose is stuck in my bouncy chest, making it hard to breathe.
I managed to twist my face and open my mouth.
“Su, choking, breathing… !”
“Kyahaha! Don’t talk to my chest, it’s fucking itchy!”
Then let me go, you son of a bitch…
While I was barely breathing in and out through my mouth, I had a really sudden thought.
A really trivial question, whether it would be a merchant if he died buried in a woman’s breast like this.
First of all, I see it as a hosang.
