The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 10.2

“Is it my turn now?”

Siwoo spat the blood in his mouth onto the floor.

The corners of his mouth turned up.

【𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤. 𝕀𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕞 𝕓𝕒𝕕.】

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[𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥: 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫]

━Rank: B

━Description: When the skill is activated, an invisible armor is formed that protects the entire body. The duration varies depending on the user’s mana. Physical attacks are defended by 30%, and magic attacks are defended by 10%.

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A B-rank skill.

“Jeong-gu, can you hear me?”

Siwoo said, pressing the intercom.

— Yes, I can hear you!!

“Can I kill them all?”

Hwang Jeong-gu paused for a moment at that murderous sentence.

━Legally, there is no problem. For Awakened criminals, HSIU has the authority to execute them on the spot.

“Okay.”

I guess I’ll turn on the switch for a bit.

Siwoo drew out the mana from his dantian and circulated it.

The mana surged from his body like an engine turning, wrapping around his entire body.

The endless vitality at the end of it dug into Siwoo’s muscles, making his body feel warm.

A faint mana armor wrapped around his arm.

However, the strength or texture of it was not something that was easily achieved.

Such fine mana control was almost impossible for anyone who wasn’t at least a high ranker.

Usually, you would be busy strengthening your body with the mana you drew out from your dantian.

“What the hell, this punk. Why is the mana he’s emitting so weak for someone who’s yelling so much?”

Once you reach C-rank, you can roughly estimate the size of your opponent’s mana.

Therefore, the mana that Gang-ho felt from Siwoo was only between D-rank and C-rank.

The mana that flowed out very faintly looked funny to him.

“Hahaha. Cute kid. I don’t know how your wounds healed, but you’re just a little bird who doesn’t even know how much mana you have or how strong your opponent is.”

Gang-ho grinned, showing his teeth.

It was one of the joys of being a Hunter to tease such stupid rookie Hunters.

Gang-ho himself had been hit so many times by his seniors as a kind of initiation.

“I’ll baptize you myself. Get ready—”

“This is bullshit.”

Siwoo’s fist shot out like a javelin.

Clang!

Gang-ho’s jaw twisted and hit the wall with a loud bang.

Gang-ho felt his head and stomach churning as the ceiling and floor flipped upside down.

‘𝙃𝙪𝙝? 𝙃𝙪𝙝? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨??’

He wanted to ask.

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Blood dripped from his open mouth.

The inside of his mouth was filled with sharp pain as if it had been stabbed with a knife.

“Haven’t you been beaten up recently?”

Gang-ho’s hair was grabbed.

Siwoo’s tightly clenched right hand came into Gang-ho’s view.

What had looked like a fist just a moment ago now looked like a solid rock.

“Answer me.”

The rock slammed into his face.

Bam!

“Talk.”

Bam!!!

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

Bam!!!!

“Hey.”

Bam!!!!!

“You bastard.”

Bam, bam.

Every time a fist landed, Gang-ho’s mind became more hazy.

It wasn’t just a simple hit, it was accompanied by excruciating pain as if his face was being torn off.

‘𝙄-𝙄, 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡. . . .’

He had used his main skill, which increased his physical and magic defense. Definitely.

However, Siwoo’s fists didn’t seem to care about such increases, pounding Gang-ho’s face like a hammer.

“Huh? He fainted.”

Siwoo’s fist dripped with blood.

Below it, Gang-ho hung his head and trembled.

Siwoo squatted down in front of him.

Then he put his hand on Gang-ho’s face.

Woooong.

In an instant, a golden magic circle symbolizing the healing series was created with the chanting.

An advanced technique with 18 characters in a single circle.

The wounds healed with the light that radiated out.

In an instant.

【𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕘𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕠𝕕.】

“That’s true.”

Siwoo smiled broadly.

He looked very happy.

Then he raised his fist and punched Gang-ho’s face again.

Bam!!!

“Ughhh!! Ugh!! Ugh!!”

Gang-ho, who had fainted, woke up with the sudden pain.

Was it because what he had just experienced felt like a dream?

Gang-ho didn’t understand the situation in front of him right away.

It felt like a dream within a dream.

“. . . . . .Huh??”

“You shouldn’t faint because you got hit a little.”

Siwoo raised his fist again.

He turned his head as someone approached.

Gang-ho’s subordinates, who had subdued their opponents, were approaching Siwoo with their weapons drawn.

“Hyung-nim!! This son of a bitch!”

“Hey!! What are you doing! Subdue that punk!!”

“This bastard!!”

Siwoo pushed Gang-ho’s hair back violently.

Thud!!

There was a loud noise as his head hit the wall.

Gang-ho closed his eyes again, blood pouring from the back of his head.

【𝔽𝕠𝕠𝕕. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕟𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕤𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦. 𝕀’𝕝𝕝 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣.】

By the way, this is annoying.

If you rush in like this, you won’t even get a scratch.

“Don’t say I’m a coward because you guys started it first.”

Siwoo cracked his knuckles.

The cracking sound was pleasant to hear.

“I’ll put in a ranged attack!”

[𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬]

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