Chapter 125 – Episode 124 – The World’s Best Hunter Tournament (7)

“… I think you caught this right?”

10 minutes before the start of the finals, I reviewed the previous situation in the waiting room with the angel.

The absurd situation in which he suddenly brought up the name of ‘Penrir’ and confessed to his possession.

“You really didn’t know, did you?”

The angel asks me, blinking her amber eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I can’t do that.”

“I really didn’t know anything. It had more power than the use of a doping agent, so it was a little strange… I didn’t expect it to be really strange. Anyway, possessed…”

I put my hand on my chin and pondered.

When it comes to possession, the target is quickly selected.

Besides, the guy who was possessed by Lee Jin-hwan called Fenrir in a friendly way… After seeing some strange lines, the answer was decided.

“I think this must have been Bette possessed by Lee Jin-hwan?”

“Bette?! Huh? Come to think of it…”

The angel is startled, ponders my words, and nods his head.

“Actually, there’s only one real Bette. As expected, Player-nim! You found a mid-boss level monster right away and threw it away!”

“That’s right. I’m also dumbfounded.”

I clicked my tongue in bewilderment.

What Lee Jinhwan drank instead of a doping drug seemed to be a drink containing a certain possessed body that brought Bette.

If I hadn’t found and provoked Bette in advance, would Bette have waited patiently for the final?

Before the finals start, I recall seeing Bette run amok and indiscriminately attacking people in the arena.

With the hunters gathered, Bette would surely be overpowered, but it was dizzy to think of the damage Bette would do until then.

“You really did a good job of weighing it all out… Huh, really.”

“That’s all the skill of the player!”

“Is it?”

I never thought the words thrown to provoke Lee Jinhwan would come back like this.

“Well, it’s good that you’re going through the finals.”

I grabbed Levatein.

Levatein matches my touch, and the soft sunlight shines.

“Unfortunately, I can’t wake up with only the sword instructor as originally planned. Instead…”

I took out the Balmung from the subspace.

“An opportunity to show my everything has come.”

I smiled confidently.

The angel screamed at the sight and lifted me up.

“As expected, Player! Let’s just slice it up!”

Jeong Jo-joon and Angel smiled and passed the time until the final match started.

And in contrast to that, Bette was hit by a red light and her brain flashed.

“Huh-huh… Arrogant human, I will gladly accept the price…”

It was Bette who looked even more miserable with empty eyes today.

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“Yes! It’s finally the long-awaited final! You all have been waiting, right?!”

Illya grabs the microphone in the center of the arena and smiles brightly.

Then, numerous cheers erupted from the circular audience seats.

“”Waaaaa!!!””

“Now, let’s go in first, Mr. Jeong Jo-jun, who came up to the finals! Please come out!”

Rattle.

The door on the left wall of the arena opens, and a boy appears.

Fluttering the leather muffler around his neck, the boy clutching the famous sword in which the sun shines softly, steps forward confidently.

‘That guy…’

Lira opened her eyes and looked at the sword floating in the air.

A sword that reflects light and reflects its own blade.

The sword with its golden handle and the blue gem embedded in its center was stunningly beautiful and, at the same time, indescribably terrifying.

I didn’t even know why I was getting a creepy feeling. Just my senses screamed.

That sword should never come close.

‘Little guy… I think he’s going to stick with it properly?’

Previously, he would have placed a normal sword in a floating position, but this time it was different.

He brought out a hidden number.

Lira narrowed her eyes and looked at Jung Joon.

It has definitely changed.

He was smiling like in the previous game, but he already knew the corner of his mouth that was twisted ferociously.

Kim Soo-bin burst into laughter while being covered in the blood of demons.

The smiles of people who would call themselves monsters.

“And that opponent, A-rank Hunter Necromancer Lee Jin-hwan! Please come out!”

The sight of her true aim was a slight frightening of her, but her years of broadcasting career mechanically moved her.

As Irira spat out the words, the door on the other side of Jung Joon opened and a man walked out.

Crunchy… Crunchy…

Strangely, Lee Jin-hwan breaks his neck and enters the arena with an expressionless face.

‘Fuck…’

Just looking at it, I wasn’t crazy.

Even during the interview earlier, I thought something was strange, but after seeing that, it became clear.

That A-class necromancer Lee Jin-hwan is an idiot.

Or he had a unique concept like himself.

As Lee Jin-hwan and Jeong Jo-jun climbed on both sides of the arena, a golden badge descended from the air.

Ping-!

The golden line falls like a shooting star and lands on each person’s chest.

“Okay, so are you guys ready?!”

Looking at Jung Jo-jun and Lee Jin-hwan wearing gold badges, Irira shouts.

Jung Jo-jun nodded his head, and Lee Jin-hwan also nodded his neck, which was grotesquely bent.

“Okay, let’s start the game!”

Illya teleports away and disappears from the arena.

At the same time, the buzzer sounded loudly, announcing that the game had started.

Beep—!

“”Waaaaa!!!!””

The audience erupts in cheers.

However, on the contrary, the two people in the stadium, in the game, were silent.

We just look at each other and explore momentum.

No words or actions were taken.

In the tense silence, Jung Jo-jun was the first to speak.

“Hey Bette.”

“Yeah, I knew that.”

Jinhwan Lee grinned.

No, Bette, inside Lee Jinhwan, grinned.

“How did you know? I’m sure he didn’t leave any evidence or traces.”

“Well… That’s all there is to it.”

Actually, I wanted to say that I didn’t know until you started fucking, but even if I did, he couldn’t believe it.

I think it’s because the adari matched so exquisitely.

“Ah… Yes, I hate to say this.”

Bette bowed his head and ran his hand through her own hair.

“You are so arrogant.”

Bette flashes a red light in his eyes.

Seeing Bette talking while setting the mood, I felt sorry for some reason.

“Let’s see how long your arrogance can hold.”

Bette drew a dagger from his bosom and slit her own wrist.

Bright red blood dripped down and soaked the cold arena floor.

“Crunchy… So lovely, hot blood…”

Bette brought his bloody wrist to her mouth and gulped.

Then the strange thing started.

The blood that fell on the floor gushed up, and the bright red fresh blood was transformed into black demonic energy.

Pudeuk.

The body of Lee Jin-hwan, who has been used as a host, cannot withstand the demonic energy and twists.

Blood oozes out between the displaced bodies, and that blood also turns into demonic energy.

Lee Jin-hwan’s body was gradually being covered with black demonic energy.

“Hueup.”

Of course, I wasn’t the one to watch it.

I kicked the floor and grabbed Levatein.

Then, taking a step forward, he struck a blow.

Shhh-!

A red line drew half of the playing field.

A fixed aim that moved from end to end of the line appears in front of Bette.

“Hmm… It’s faster than I thought.”

Bette mumbles quietly.

Before he knew it, his entire body was covered in demonic energy, and Bette’s appearance was that of a knight in armor.

Cadeuk.

The previously swung Levatein dug into Bethe’s side, but it did not go any further.

Bette waved her hand wrapped in black magic.

I hurriedly reaped Levatein, and then widened the distance with the spirit beam.

Chew-!

Bright red blood bursts from the side where Levatein was embedded.

The fresh blood soon turned into demonic energy and gathered in Bethe’s hand to create a greatsword.

“Chuckling… How about this…”

I looked at Bette’s completely changed appearance.

A knight in black armor and holding a large sword.

That look is familiar.

It was one of the trickiest necromantic techniques I faced while dealing with Bette.

Every time the blood spurted out, demonic energy was restored, and that necromancer skill, in which fierce sword strikes continued to fly, was so difficult that real curses came out before.

But I cleared it in the end.

In an unusual way.

“…Why are you laughing?”

Bette looks at me and is puzzled.

It was only because I was smiling as I looked at the form that gave the most intimidating feeling.

“Hey… You picked the wrong necromancy.”

“Crunchy… Extremely arrogant… No, I rather like that attitude.”

Bette steps closer to me.

That one step that came without a sign was swift and heavy.

“Die.”

Bette’s red eyes flashed between her armor, and she slashed her black greatsword.

As if drawing on white drawing paper with a brush, black magic spreads in the air.

Caan-!

However, that magic was soon cut off.

By the Levatein I wielded.

“Muh.. What?”

Bette panicked and swung her sword again.

But again, the sword attack could not continue and stopped in the middle.

Bette brandished her sword as if in a fit of fuss.

Black magic is scattered in the air.

Likewise, the red line drew an elegant arc.

Caan-! Caan-! Caan-!

Like a pebble bouncing on the surface of the water, a small ripple occurred between the jet-black sword and the red sword.

A large wave of jet black and bright red crimson flames soon filled the spot.

On the surface, it seemed to be boiling, but in reality it was not.

The pitch-black sword broke off as soon as it touched the sword of red flame, and the sword of red flame drew a line again in a gentle circle.

After a few seconds of fighting, Bette took a step back.

“You… What the hell are you?”

I couldn’t see her expression, but the Bette inside the armor was clearly shocked.

“So you picked the wrong one.”

I grinned.

Bette won’t know.

How did I destroy that guy before?

There was only one way for me, who had no job or skill, to beat that Necromancer.

All sword attacks had no choice but to ‘parry’.