The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 127

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟕: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝟑

Some time ago, at the IZIZ hideout.

“I’m sorry, but I need to hand over the drugs.”

Kaleo’s expression was complex as he fiddled with his round Lloyd-style glasses.

He was with Warthog and Bicataur, and he seemed worried that they had run away without even trying to fight the enemy.

Crow closed the book she had been reading.

Sometimes that happened.

People who were strict about failing because of their self-imposed shackles or rules.

“Why are you so worried about that? That’s not like you, Kaleo.”

“I thought it was a judgment for the organization, but maybe I was just worried about my own safety. . .”

“Ahahaha. If you all came back alive, that’s the best thing, isn’t it? What do you think, Bicataur?”

Bicataur, a giant taller than an average adult male, nodded slowly.

“See, see. You did well. If one of them had died there, we would have lost even if we got the drugs. And Raphel would have been really sad.”

“Is that so. . .”

Kaleo’s expression brightened a little.

Crow smiled at the sight and got up from her seat, stretching.

“Anyway, if necessary, I’ll go and get it right away today.”

“Huh? Hey, no. Is the GPS receiver accurate?”

“Yes, for sure.”

Kaleo had attached a location tracking device to the money bag and the drug bag in case of an emergency.

He hadn’t thought he would use it this way, though.

“Then that’s fine.”

“. . .You’re not going to go get it alone, are you?”

“Ahahaha. Of course not. Do you think you’ll definitely die if you go looking for drugs now?”

“Huh?”

Of course, Dae-sung was bound to be a formidable monster even if he didn’t try to approach them.

In particular, his influence in the Asian underworld was enormous.

But it’s not like they were going to war, they were just going to sneak in and take something. . .

“It’s a party. It’s not a place for outsiders like us to get involved.”

“A party?”

“Yeah, there’s something like that. It’s crowded with people there.”

Crow smiled and looked away.

“Anything else?”

“Sob, sob. . . We’ve had a few requests for mercenaries. . . sob, sob.”

The always tearful ‘Albino’ replied.

“What about 〈Pandemonium〉?”

“Sob, sob. . . It’s hard to figure out. . .”

“Is that so? Let’s go and do some mercenary work. Let’s go, Bicataur.”

At her call, Bicataur raised his massive body.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

The Round of 64 took place in the late evening, and Siwoo finished off his opponent in one move.

Of course, he did it without even listening to the judgment.

And the next day.

The players, who had only seen each other briefly from the stands, gathered in one place for the first time to check each other’s faces.

The round of 32, where the real battle of the strong began.

Thirty-two players, including Siwoo, lined up in the arena and faced the stands.

On dozens of screens, the tycoons began to bet on their favorite players.

Before, they would bet on who would win between the two in each match, but from the round of 32 on, it was a gamble to choose one player to bet on.

Accordingly, the upper limit of the stakes skyrocketed.

The tycoons and politicians swallowed their saliva and looked at the faces of the 32 people.

In the meantime, the amount of money bet on each player and the predicted winning percentage were displayed in real time on the scoreboard installed at the back.

Jiing.

A vibration rang from Siwoo’s hoodie pocket.

Originally, cell phones were not allowed in the arena, but

‘𝙇𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩?’

He pulled out his cell phone and checked the message.

《Ready》

A very short message.

Siwoo chuckled and cracked his fingers.

The party is just getting started.

And then he took a big step forward.

Everyone’s gaze was drawn to him.

“Hey, you. Get in your seat.”

Cheong-doboks, who was in charge of the competition, raised his voice as he looked at Siwoo.

This time was a very important sequence.

Since the betting amounts were in the tens of billions, there could be no problems.

“I want to fight that Dae-sung guy as soon as possible.”

“What?!”

Cheong-doboks’ face was ashen at Siwoo’s words.

‘𝙒𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤?’

Using the term ‘that guy’ to refer to the king of the Chinese underworld.

“But to get to him, you have to finish the round of 32, the round of 16, the round of 8. . . and win the championship match in the round of 4.”

Siwoo explained, folding his fingers one by one.

That meant he would have to win five more times before he could face Dae-sung.

“I don’t think it would be more complicated than meeting the president.”

“So what are you going to do?!”

“Can’t we simplify our methods a little? I think the rich guys in the back would like that too.”

The other players were starting to get heated by his cheeky words with a big smile.

“Honestly, if you’ve come this far, you must have checked each other’s skills, so I wonder if a match is really necessary.”

“You little punk. Do you need to get hit by this old man to shut your mouth?”

Another player couldn’t take it anymore and shouted at Siwoo.

Starting with that remark, the other players also gave him cold stares or uttered terrible insults.

All of those who had reached the round of 32 were famous hunters or martial artists in China.

Some of them even ranked within the top 100 in the world, so they were all strong.

Siwoo didn’t react to their clamoring at all, like he was pouring gasoline on a fire.

Cheong-doboks, the moderator, calmed the other players down then.

Honestly, he didn’t want to calm them down either, but he was the one who would get yelled at if the match was further disrupted, so he calmed them down.

‘𝙃𝙢𝙥𝙝, 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝.’

Cheong-doboks approached Siwoo with that thought.

His face, which had been hidden by the deep hood, was now clearly visible.

He had sharp features that looked like they were in their early to mid-20s.

“So, are you saying you forfeit? Or are you going to go straight to Dae-sung?”

“When did I say I didn’t want to do it? I’m just saying we should change the method.”

“Method?”

Cheong-doboks frowned and asked back.

What rules could be changed in a tournament match?

At that moment, Siwoo felt a very faint vibration from far away.

‘𝙄𝙩’𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙.’

He chuckled as he took off his tight hood.

“Let’s do the final round here all at once.”

“. . .What??”

Siwoo’s figure disappeared before their eyes.

Bang!

The head of the fighter who had called Siwoo a punk was crushed.

The thirty players who had been absent-minded for a moment each drew magical power from their dantians.

“You damn son of a b*tch!!”

Someone with bloodshot eyes activated a skill at Siwoo.

Dozens of ice swords made of ice shot down like darts toward a single target.

Clank, clank, clank!!

Siwoo quickly jumped into the air to avoid the attack, then opened his dantian and circulated his magical power.

He had only opened his dantian now as a kind of handicap for the others.

‘3 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.’

The magical power poured out of his dantian like a waterfall and filled his entire body.

The flow, which was purer and smoother than before, took root in every corner, and soon a blue aura extended from his fingertips and was realized as a skill.

[Explosion Point]

A thin point of flame fell down and soon became a shock that swept over the area.

Kaboom!!

The people caught in the explosion were injured or killed.

‘𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙙.’

The [Explosion Point] skill belonged to the German hunter, Felix.

He had asked Pre to copy it, but this was the first time he had used it in actual combat.

“You son of a b*tch!!!”

Another player cast a skill at Siwoo.

A sledgehammer the size of a car was created and rushed fiercely at Siwoo.

Kaboom!!

He must have thought he would be crushed like a frog. . . but where the shockwave had subsided, Siwoo was seen blocking the sledgehammer with one hand.

“I’ll throw it, so catch it.”

One shoulder was pulled back, and the sledgehammer flew at a fearsome speed.

Crash!!

The one who had cast the skill exploded and died, hit by the sledgehammer he had created.

The remaining people joined forces and poured their skills on Siwoo.

However, not a single technique hit properly.

They hadn’t coordinated with each other in the first place, and they weren’t using their skills together, so it was even harder.

Siwoo dodged or blocked the skills and attacks that were flying at him every moment and scanned the situation.

The ‘decent’ guys he had detected with his magical power detection hadn’t jumped in yet.

‘𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮’𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙. 𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙭𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥.’

Siwoo stepped on the opponent through the chaotic melee.

Hong Daebong, who had been watching the situation while hiding his presence, gasped at the sudden appearance of Siwoo.

Hong Daebong put up a poison barrier to block the opponent’s approach.

His ‘Venom’ was a deadly poison that killed on contact.

No matter how strong the attack, he wouldn’t be able to get through the poison.

“Hahaha! I am Hong Daebong, rank 82 in the world. . . Keuek!!”

A lightning spear that had pierced through the poison barrier pierced Hong Daebong’s torso and burned it to ashes.

“I think it’s about time, so let’s wrap up the appetizer.”

Siwoo’s eyes gleamed if he had bought this much time, ‘that side’ would have finished their job.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

“It was the day of the Round of 32 today.”

Xiaolong asked in a languid, sticky voice.

“Yes, Dae-sung.”

“Finally, the betting limit is going up.”

The odds and amounts were not high for the round of 128 and the round of 64.

The real game starts now.

Some of the income from this will be passed on to the executive committee, but the rest will be used to increase the organization’s power.

Xiaolong sat back in his chair.

Then Yun-ju came over and combed his hair, tying it back neatly.

“Are you not watching the game, Dae-sung?”

“No need. I just need to check how much money the people watching the game have bet.”

Kuku, kuku. . .

At that moment, there was a shock that shook the building.

“What’s going on?!”

Xiaolong shouted outside, his face crumpled.

A few seconds later, his subordinates, who had figured out the situation, came in and spoke about what they had each confirmed.

“Something terrible has happened! Intruders are currently breaking in from the ground. . .!”

“No! You should go to the arena first! There’s a riot!”

“What the. . . .”

Xiaolong got up from his seat at the sudden bad news.

‘𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣?’

He threw his pipe on the floor and headed for the door, his clothes fluttering.

“I’m going to the arena! Yun-ju , Qing Zao! Take the Hwang-doboks and solve the problem happening on the ground!”

“Yes, Dae-sung!”

“Yes, Dae-sung!”

Xiaolong hurried to the arena.

The show was just about to start, and suddenly there was such a commotion.

‘𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤. . .!’

He stood where he could look down at the arena, his face contorted with anger.

“Ugh!”

He chewed his lips until blood came out.

There was not a single place that was not destroyed, from all the objects and seats, to the floor, walls, and ceiling of the arena.

Even the famous players from China were all dead or dying, lying face down.

In that bloody place, there was one person who looked up at Xiaolong with wide eyes.

“Are you going to come down, or should I drag you down?”

Siwoo wagged his finger and smiled.

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