The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 133

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟑𝟑: 𝐇𝐚𝐰𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

It was a fierce battle.

A melee match that danced upon the boundary between life and death.

The duel between the master and former student was awe-inspiring and dazzling to behold.

It was a spectacle so grand that it made one forget that Xiaolong was a criminal.

At least, until a few minutes ago.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Xiaolong’s nose was shattered, and his ribs were broken from the continuous punches Siwoo unleashed.

Blood streamed down his face, drenching his front.

“Are you going to just lie there and take it?”

A savage and violent aura surged from Siwoo like a raging wildfire.

No one dared to try to stop him, as he exuded an aura that could make one faint just by standing before him.

A storm of unbridled rage.

It wasn’t a complex emotion like hatred or malice.

It was pure, unadulterated anger.

Siwoo poured out his violent wrath upon his former student.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

A sickening symphony of flesh tearing and bones breaking echoed with each punch.

Xiaolong couldn’t even muster a feeble resistance.

No, he couldn’t.

His White Armor had already been shattered and returned to mana particles.

His Ruyi Jingu Bang and Jin Shi-er had lost their functions after fulfilling their roles.

He had barely managed to stay standing with the stamina and mana he had left, but Xiaolong didn’t dare fight back.

‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺?’

Flames flickered in Siwoo’s eyes as he confronted him.

Even as he was being pummeled, his body trembled, and he was so overwhelmed by the sheer force that he couldn’t even muster the strength to activate his mana.

Siwoo’s left foot lashed out, striking him in the abdomen.

Xiaolong was sent flying into a massive rock formation, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

He was going to die. He was definitely going to die.

It was the first time he had ever been so thoroughly overwhelmed since he had been born.

Fear was too weak a word for what he felt.

Xiaolong felt terror gnawing at the pit of his stomach.

His ambition to win, the status he had built up until now—none of it mattered in this moment.

Would he survive?

The fear of death came so suddenly.

“Cough! Cough! Cough. . .”

“Get up. Don’t just lie there.”

“Cough. . . I. . . I give up.”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Xiaolong, who had barely managed to utter the words while clutching his jaw, gasped for breath and shot back.

He had already lost his will to fight.

He had reached the point where he could no longer fight or endure any further.

“Qui. . . quietly. . . I’ll go with you. . .”

He muttered the words as if chewing on them, not bothering to wipe away the blood flowing from his eyes.

The pain that shot through him with each of his master’s punches was indescribable as they tore through his muscles, shattered his bones, and ruptured his organs.

It was as if his mind was being consumed by a white-hot fire.

But Siwoo’s lips curled into a sneer.

“Don’t talk nonsense. You knew what you were getting into, didn’t you?”

“Cough. . .! That’s. . .”

“I don’t think there’s anything better than a good beating when it comes to teaching a student a lesson. Don’t worry, I’ll heal you if you’re about to die.”

“No, wait a minute—”

“You want me to go easy on you?”

Xiaolong felt a chill run down his spine.

Siwoo’s eyes had already turned into those of a madman.

In the past, he had thought it was natural to feel fear because his master was so strong.

The only Hunters who hadn’t been afraid of the sight of the ‘Mad Dog’ fighting were Choi Dae-soo and Do Kyung-hoo.

Ten years had passed since then.

Xiaolong had become so strong that he had no equal, and he had earned the respect of countless powerful individuals.

No one dared to ignore or look down on him anymore.

He had achieved everything with his own strength.

He had not only gained immense power but had also formed alliances with Chinese politicians and even gained control over the underworld, giving him unparalleled influence.

However. . . it had all come to an end in an instant.

Xiaolong’s pupils shook.

Siwoo’s fist shot up from the ground and rapidly approached.

“Damn it.”

Thwack!

Xiaolong’s consciousness faded along with the deafening sound.

🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷🔷

Zhongnanhai, the residence of the General Secretary of the Communist Party of China and President of the People’s Republic of China, Beijing, China.

Xi Jinping tapped his fingers on the armrest of his chair.

The middle-aged man raised the teacup in his wrinkled hand and took a sip.

“This tea is made from leaves grown in my hometown. I hope it’s to your liking.”

“I will enjoy it.”

The man sitting across from him smiled faintly at Xi Jinping’s words and took a sip of his tea.

This man was the beginning of it all.

Xi Jinping stared at Siwoo with narrowed eyes.

A few days ago, he had received a call from Choi Dae-soo, the President of the Republic of Korea.

He had been informed that a Hunter from their country might be coming to China to carry out an operation.

It wasn’t uncommon for HSIU Hunters to apprehend criminals from their own country in foreign lands, so Xi Jinping had simply acknowledged it.

And soon after, Min Siwoo had come to see him.

Zhongnanhai, where the President’s residence was located, was a place where access was strictly restricted for ordinary citizens.

Furthermore, he had wondered if it was necessary for the President of China to meet with a mere HSIU Hunter, so he had flatly refused.

And then, a few minutes later. . .

He had received calls in succession from Rolf Bangenheimer, President of the 🇩🇪German Hunter Association🇩🇪, German Chancellor Scholz, Benedict Ackermann, ranked 20th in the world, and finally, Edward C. Blackwood, Vice President of the 〈HSIU International Headquarters〉.

They had all told him that he needed to meet with Hunter Min Siwoo.

Xi Jinping broke out into a cold sweat.

With the exception of the Chancellor, they were all people with such high international reputations that he couldn’t afford to ignore them.

He had ordered his secretary to treat him with the utmost hospitality, and he had politely welcomed Siwoo, admitting his mistake.

━So, what kind of operation have you come here to carry out?

Xi Jinping asked cautiously, hoping that it wasn’t anything too serious.

After the call ended, he had learned from his secretary that Hunter Min Siwoo was a Hunter who had only taken on the most serious of cases.

‘𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘎𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯. . . 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.’

After a brief pause, Siwoo answered his question.

━I’m going to take down Dae-sung, the king of the Chinese underworld, Xiaolong.

━. . .that. . .

The President of the People’s Republic of China moistened his dry lips.

Xiaolong was the king of the underworld, who was known by the alias ‘Dae-sung’.

In truth, this wasn’t exactly a secret.

It was something that everyone knew, even if they whispered about it in hushed tones and pretended to turn a blind eye.

However, Xi Jinping was worried not because of that secret, but because of Xiaolong himself.

Even he couldn’t fully control Xiaolong.

He had acknowledged his strengths and weaknesses and tolerated everything he did.

In return, Xiaolong had suppressed other crimes and even bribed related politicians.

It wasn’t the concept of a well-trained hunting dog, but rather a wolf that could communicate.

Killing a chicken to scare the monkeys.

A Chinese idiom that refers to a hunting dog that is eaten after it has outlived its usefulness.

But Xiaolong hadn’t outlived his usefulness, and he wasn’t a hunting dog.

How could he possibly tame the leader of a pack of wolves that only cared about filling their own hungry stomachs?

━If. . . if you’re planning to use China’s public authority or military force, then I can’t help you. I don’t think any of the lower-ranked Hunters will participate in this battle either.

━I don’t need them. Oh, I do need them, but Xiaolong is someone I’m going to take down on my own, so you don’t have to worry.

Taking him down on his own? Did this young man not know who Dae-sung was?

Xi Jinping’s expression was one of disbelief.

He had seen Xiaolong fight once.

He had been the first person to do so since Chiwoo, the former Heavenly King, who had now become ‘Misteltein’.

A savage beast.

An uncontrollable monster.

━You’re going to take him down on your own. . . Then why did you come to me?

━Xiaolong is definitely going to fall. He might even die.

━Hahaha. I think you may be underestimating Xiaolong.

━I’m Xiaolong’s master.

━What?

Now that he mentioned it, he seemed to recall hearing something like that.

He had heard that he had a master when he was active in Korea. . .

━But your age. . .?

━Rolf Bangenheimer is also my student. You can call him and ask. Incidentally, Benedict Ackermann has also become my student this time.

━. . . . . . . . . . . .

Xi Jinping subtly gestured to the secretary standing behind Siwoo. It was a signal to go and find out.

━Alright, fine. Let’s say that you can take him down on your own. So what do you want from me?

━If Xiaolong is going to fall anyway, how about considering the benefits to the Chinese government?

━Benefits to the government. . .?

━I’ll let you know, so in return, make a deal with me.

Xi Jinping would never forget the smile that Siwoo had worn at that moment.

A devilish smile full of leisure and boredom.

He was wearing the same smile even now.

“The tea is delicious. Is it Pu’erh?”

“It’s made from tea leaves picked from the Yúnnán Province tea mountains. I’m glad you like it.”

Siwoo nodded and smiled before setting down his teacup.

“I enjoyed reading the China article. President Xi’s approval ratings have also gone up.”

“Hahaha. It’s all thanks to Sir Hunter. . .”

Xi Jinping didn’t disagree with that part.

The method that Siwoo had suggested was simple.

Since Dae-sung was going to be apprehended anyway, he would give the credit to President Xi.

The fact that the 〈Chinese Hunter Association〉, the 〈HSIU Beijing Branch〉, and Xi Jinping had taken the lead in cleaning up the Chinese underworld was nothing but good for the government.

Of course, the Chinese Hunter Association would be in an uproar for a while as their second-ranked Hunter fell, but someone else would soon fill that spot.

“Thanks to you, the Chinese government has gained the positive title of not tolerating lawlessness. I thank you for giving us all that credit.”

“No, because I have something to gain in return.”

“I will definitely keep my promise.”

Xi Jinping and the Communist Party government had also recovered an enormous amount of money as a bonus.

They had used hackers to identify all of the tycoons and politicians who had participated in the previous fighting tournament and had seized their assets.

Zhou Lin, a member of the Standing Committee and the fourth most powerful man in China, had been arrested and imprisoned for his involvement in the entire affair.

“Yes. I believe you will keep your promise.”

Xi Jinping nodded readily at Siwoo’s words.

The fact that Xiaolong had been subdued by a Korean Hunter was not made public.

Xi Jinping had been so pleased with the deal that he had given Siwoo an additional gift.

20% of the assets that had been seized from the tycoons and politicians.

And. . .

“What is this?”

Siwoo asked as he received a sturdy wooden box.

“It’s a small gift from me personally.”

“A gift?”

“Not as a representative of the government. . . but as a gift to you for fighting against lawlessness and defeating it without regard for your own safety.”

Xi Jinping’s clear answer made Siwoo unable to contain his curiosity, and he opened the wooden box.

“. . .This is quite a gift.”

A peach of immortality that grew on the slopes of the Queen Mother of the West.

It was a real peach of immortality, unlike the one Xiaolong had manifested with his skill and eaten.

In mythology, it was a heavenly fruit that would grant one a thousand years of life if they ate just one.

“I’m not an Awakener, so I don’t know what effect it will have. However, the researchers say that it will be very good for Awakeners.”

“I see. I’ll gratefully accept it.”

【𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥!】

“You eat the meat.”

Siwoo popped a piece of meat into Pre’s mouth.

After finishing their simple meal, Siwoo headed to the airport.

When he arrived at the first-class lounge in the departure hall, Kang Yeo-hwa was already waiting for him, fully packed and ready to go.

“I told you to go ahead, why are you waiting?”

“How could I possibly go on my own. . . I have to go with master.”

“I appreciate it, but did you have to wait long?”

“I just waited while shopping around in the duty-free shop. It would have been nice if we could have traveled together since we’re already in China. . .”

Kang Yeo-hwa muttered, pouting her lips.

Siwoo chuckled at her and sat down next to Kang Yeo-hwa.

There was still some time left.

A few minutes passed like that.

Sixteen Chinese Hunter police officers approached Siwoo, escorting someone.

Siwoo raised an eyebrow as he checked their faces.

The officer who seemed to be the most senior handed Siwoo a document.

“This is his commitment.”

“Thank you.”

The officer bowed his head and stepped away.

Now, only Siwoo, Kang Yeo-hwa, and the person they had brought with them remained in the lounge.

“Are you going to go quietly, or do you want to get beaten up again?”

“. . .I’ll just go quietly.”

“Master, are you really going to take that guy with you?!”

Siwoo looked at Xiaolong with a smirk at Kang Yeo-hwa’s question.

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