The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 129

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟐𝟗: 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟐

THUD!!

Xiaolong’s body was buried under the ground that had collapsed like tofu.

Despite the arena being protected with magic stones and enchantments, the nearby area was destroyed to the point of rendering that fact null.

Xiaolong kicked the ground and escaped from the crater.

Just one attack had made his skull ring and his arm feel like it was about to come off.

‘He’s still as monstrously strong as ever.’

His torso would have exploded if he hadn’t tightened his mana shield.

“Heh heh heh. . . It’s been years since I got knocked to the ground during a fight.”

“Really? You’ll be getting knocked down a lot today.”

“Come back, Ruyi!!”

The Ruyi Bang that had been far away answered its master’s call.

Xiaolong adjusted the Ruyi Bang to about 2m in length, which was the size of a normal staff, and assumed a staff technique stance.

His true power was at its peak when he wielded the Ruyi Bang of the Monkey King.

Xiaolong’s technique was so well-developed and powerful that he had heard people say he was the reincarnation of the Great Sage, Sun Wukong.

Furthermore, after 10 years of effort, his technique had become very fluid and his mana utilization had increased significantly.

“HAAA!!”

Xiaolong swung his Ruyi Bang while flying through the air. Despite being made of a material as hard as iron, it flexed like a bow.

Instead of blocking it, Siwoo dodged the attack by bending his body.

He heard the sound of a whip cracking as the staff brushed past his back. He charged towards his opponent while still in a bent-over position.

Long-range weapons such as spears or staffs inevitably had openings when they were used.

However, as soon as Xiaolong’s attack missed Siwoo, he spun like a spinning top, adding centrifugal force to his Ruyi Bang as he swung it down.

At that moment, a dark enchantment spread haphazardly beneath Siwoo’s feet.

A pitch-black fist shot up from the magic circle that had been constructed in an instant, blocking the impact of Xiaolong’s Ruyi Bang.

CLANG!!

The tremendous shock of colliding with the [Song of Iron] was transmitted to Xiaolong’s hand through the staff.

“Kugh!!”

Despite his body being covered in mana, his biceps felt like they were going to be ripped off, causing him to groan.

Siwoo’s enchantment had been activated so quickly that he hadn’t had time to retract his staff.

Moreover, the Siwoo he knew didn’t have such a skill.

‘I’ve never seen those skills before. . .!’

Seizing the opening Xiaolong had given him, Siwoo rushed forward and kicked him in the abdomen.

━━━BOOOOM!!

Xiaolong was slammed into the wall with such force that the building shook.

His mind went blank as if he had lost consciousness for a moment.

Xiaolong barely managed to support his body by leaning against the wall.

He felt like he was going to vomit up everything he had eaten as his insides churned.

He had forgotten.

Unlike his appearance, this master was surprisingly strong.

He had fought on equal terms with Choi Dae-soo, who seemed to be nothing but brute force, and had torn off the head of a Twin-Headed Ogre with his bare hands.

There were also several times when he had taken an army of Orcs or Wyverns head-on with a mace when he was in a bad mood.

‘Ugh, I let my guard down. My insides feel like they’re twisting. . .’

However, the price of letting his guard down didn’t end there.

Siwoo rushed forward and smashed his knee into Xiaolong’s face.

CRACK!!

Blood gushed from his nose and mouth.

“Kuak!”

Xiaolong groaned in pain as his bones were shattered.

The intense pain made his head spin.

If he stayed still like this, it was obvious that he would allow several more consecutive attacks.

“KAAAAH━!!”

Xiaolong desperately released his aura completely.

An overwhelming and fierce aura that seemed like it could consume the entire arena surged forth like a storm.

The hunters from the 〈Chinese Hunter Association〉 and the 〈Beijing HSIU 〉 who had surrounded the area were forced to kneel down due to the pressure.

Xiaolong was a person who could not be described simply as a genius.

He was the light of the Chinese Hunter community and the next-generation martial artist who would open the way to the future.

Although he had stepped onto the path of illegal darkness, that did not mean that his reputation or skills, which he had built up over the years, were false.

Liu Ren and Mei Lin looked on in awe as they witnessed the power of China’s number two.

The pinnacle of martial arts, which could not be described as merely monstrous.

‘There is no hunter in China who can stand up to Xiaolong. Yet, how is this hunter fighting an S++-rank hunter as an equal?’

If they wanted to subdue Xiaolong, they would have to bring two or three hunters ranked within the top 10 or invite that Chinese national from the Misteltein.

The undisputed number one in China.

That was the kind of monster Xiaolong was.

However, Liu Ren couldn’t help but be surprised that there was someone in Korea who could stand toe-to-toe with him in a one-on-one fight.

He even seemed to have a slight advantage.

Who would have thought that the Sun Wukong, Dae-sung, would have his nose broken and his mouth bleeding?

“There’s no turning back now, Master.”

Mana surged around Xiaolong as if a layer of his aura had been peeled away.

Numerous enchantments and characters appeared around him, forming a large circle.

A dazzling white light shone along the magic circle.

Monkey King: Asura: White Armor, Heaven-Defying Transformation

A brilliant white armor enveloped Xiaolong’s body, exuding an imposing presence.

“It’s different from what I taught you?”

“I have fused the skills on my own to create something new.”

Xiaolong held his Ruyi Bang and spun it rapidly.

He looked exactly like the Monkey King from the myths.

Siwoo looked at him with a faint smile.

After all, a one-on-one fight was much more fun than fighting monsters.

“What’s so funny?”

“I guess you haven’t just been slacking off for the past 10 years. You’ve done some research.”

“As I’ve said before. . . My goal is to surpass you.”

“Really? That’s a lofty ambition, but haven’t you already fallen behind?”

Xiaolong glared at his opponent, his white armor gleaming.

“Fallen behind?”

“If I were you, I would have just charged in and beaten you to a pulp. Not with this kidnapping or whatever sideshow.”

“Then why didn’t you do that, Master?”

In response to his disciple’s question, Siwoo paused for a moment before running a hand through his hair.

“There are adult circumstances.”

“We’re only three years apart in age, and you’re still trying to act like the only adult here?”

“In my eyes, you still act like a little kid. A child trapped in his own world.”

Siwoo’s words were full of sarcasm, but his expression was infinitely serious.

Xiaolong clenched his fists and glared at his master.

“I didn’t do this just for my own dream. . .”

“No. It’s your own dream.”

“How would you know—!”

“Stop trying to hide behind others and face your own twisted desires.”

“Shut up. . . Shut up—!!”

Siwoo laughed like he had just heard a funny joke and adjusted his posture.

“This is it, Lo-an.”

Flinch.

Xiaolong’s face contorted as he charged forward.

Monkey King: Multiple Shadow Clone Technique

POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF! POOF!

108 shadow clones appeared, all wearing the same white armor as Xiaolong and wielding Ruyi Bangs.

Over a hundred Ruyi Bangs flew towards Siwoo as if they were going to kill him.

CRAAAASH!!

The ground where he had been standing crumbled like a cookie.

Siwoo was no stranger to this situation.

When he was in the other world, there had been a race that was very good at using this shadow clone technique.

They were called the ‘Shaukhau’, and the skilled ones could create hundreds of shadow clones.

Since there were not just one or two, but ten or twenty of them fighting Siwoo at once, he had often ended up fighting thousands of them on his own.

Thanks to that, Siwoo no longer panicked or became flustered when he encountered such a chaotic battle.

Above all—

He had just released his aura.

WOOOOOSH!!

An immense aura that seemed to crush the entire building enveloped everything around him.

CRACKLE. . .!!

The ground cracked and the outer walls collapsed.

The release of an aura that defied human understanding caused a terrifying pressure to bear down on the people, making it difficult to breathe.

“Kugh!!”

“Kyaaa. . .!”

The hunters surrounding the arena didn’t have the capacity to withstand the surging mana and immense aura.

They either collapsed unconscious or bit their lips hard enough to draw blood in order to stay awake.

Liu Ren and Mei Lin were only able to stand up after opening up their dantians completely and constructing mana shields.

“This is. . . Crazy!!”

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Xiaolong’s shadow clones, clad in white armor, were shattered by Siwoo’s aura, reverting back to mana particles.

This was impossible.

No matter how much of a clone it was, it was still a skill infused with the mana and might of an S++-rank hunter.

They hadn’t been imbued with a small amount of mana that could be destroyed so easily.

‘I emptied half of my dantian to create them. . .!’

“I said, I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

At that moment, Siwoo’s voice came through, low and chilling.

Xiaolong flinched and turned his head towards the source of the voice.

His master was standing behind him, having approached him without him noticing.

He circulated his mana.

No, he tried to circulate his mana.

Asura: Black Armor Bloodthirsty Frenzy

Siwoo’s mana control and skill activation speed were now beyond his ability to track with his eyes.

His own white armor, which had been made by refining the black armor and combining it with his Monkey King skills, should have been superior.

However, his master’s black armor wasn’t just tougher. It was on a completely different level.

The ferociously surging mana and aura that surpassed all of his own skills.

Before Xiaolong’s dizziness could even be processed rationally,

BANG!!

A sonic boom erupted from Siwoo’s fist.

A flash of light appeared, followed by a deafening explosion.

Xiaolong’s body was sent flying through the inner wall of the stadium and into the building due to the merciless and brutal impact.

“Kuh. . . Uwaaaagh!”

Xiaolong coughed up blood, feeling as if his insides were being ripped apart.

He could hear his heart pounding in his head.

His stomach felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t feel anything but pain in his arms and legs.

The white armor that he had spent years refining had also been shattered into pieces by a single punch.

What the hell was going on?

He couldn’t make sense of this situation.

He was an S++-rank hunter and a world-class high-ranker.

In China, he was the most influential person, regardless of whether it was the underworld or the overworld, and he was just one step away from joining the Misteltein.

‘And yet, I. . . Just after a few attacks. . .’

Xiaolong wiped the blood dripping from his mouth with his black robe.

“Hey.”

Flinch.

He instinctively tried to get up.

However, his body, which was still in shock, didn’t listen to him.

His legs wobbled and he fell back to his knees.

“Cough. . . I, I am the Monkey King, Sun Wukong, Dae-sung, who is ranked number two in China. . .!”

“Stop with the nonsense and come here like a good boy.”

The black armor surrounding Siwoo burned fiercely like black flames.

Siwoo grabbed Xiaolong by the scruff of the neck, dragged him towards the arena, and kicked him hard.

━━━━━BOOOOOOM!!

Xiaolong was once again sent flying through the wall and crashed into the arena.

Blood was now flowing from his ears and eyes.

His mind, which had been buzzing, now seemed to have gone completely blank.

“Kugh. . .!”

“You wanted to get beaten up, didn’t you? Why don’t you put on that white armor or whatever you were wearing earlier and try again?”

“F*ck! Don’t talk to me like that! I’m Xiaolong!! Xiaolong, the best in China!!”

He shouted as he spat out blood.

A rage akin to the smell of fresh blood boiled within him.

He couldn’t give up here. His life wasn’t his alone.

He got up, leaning against the wall, and his bloodshot eyes flickered.

His blood-red gaze was directed at Siwoo, but he wasn’t looking at him.

“I-I. . . I will become the best. I will become the best who surpasses you!!”

He couldn’t collapse here.

After conquering China, he would join the Misteltein and become the strongest in the world.

He had to. He absolutely had to.

Because your wind will soon be my wind.

Xiaolong wiped away his bloody tears and pulled out an object that he had been holding close to his chest.

An old, worn-out hair clip.

He inserted the hair clip into the side of his unkempt hair.

“I will kill anyone who stands in my way.”

It didn’t matter if his dantian was torn apart and he rebounded.

He would burn everything down and take one step closer to the top.

Cry, Jin Se-ah.

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