Mahuraga’s form, made of pure lightning, opened its hideous mouth and lunged at Siwoo.
It was too fast to dodge, and too powerful to simply endure.
If this had been a skill, there would have been a process of mana being channeled and a magic circle forming.
But because it had been cast from a relic, those processes had been skipped, making the attack incredibly fast.
Siwoo looked at the lightning bolt flashing before his eyes and pondered for a moment.
‘๐๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก. . . ๐ค๐ง ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ช๐ง๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก?’
Like a revolving lantern, the appropriate ways to deal with the current situation flickered through his mind like a simulation.
And he decided to go with the simplest and most effective method.
He pulled as much mana as he could from his dantian.
Mana flowed through him at a rate he had never experienced before since returning from the other world.
His whole body buzzed with mana, giving him a cool, tingling sensation.
Siwoo gathered the mana he had poured out into his right hand.
If he had activated a skill to block it, he would have been a little short on time.
So there was only one option left.
The raw power of mana.
Siwoo clenched his fist.
The mana he had pulled from his dantian solidified around his right hand like a blue gauntlet.
He pulled his shoulder and arm back.
It was a very brief preparation.
Mahuraga’s mouth opened, and its deadly aura spread out as it flew towards Siwoo with its arms outstretched.
Mahuraga, the serpent god, created from mana and magic formula.
One of the evil serpents of the Heavenly Dragon Eight, summoned from a relic with terrifying mana to destroy its enemies.
โKyaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
A terrifying scream, like hundreds of snakes crying out at once.
And the giant fangs it held in its hands.
It was a scene that could make anyone’s bones turn to jelly.
Siwoo calmly raised only his right hand.
It was an empty hand, without a weapon.
‘๐๐’๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐จ๐ฃ’๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ ๐ง๐๐ก๐๐, ๐จ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐. . .?’
The old man couldn’t help but wonder, trying to make sense of the situation.
Siwoo had simply raised his hand.
That was when Mahuraga swung its lightning-wreathed weapon.
The crackling mana tore through the air, intent on crushing its enemy like an ant.
โCrackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle, crackle!!
Siwoo twisted his body.
The attack missed him by a hair’s breadth.
The lightning grazed his shoulder, tearing it open.
Siwoo threw a punch with all his might.
Boomใ กใ กใ กใ กKwang!!!!
Naturally, it seemed like Mahuraga’s lightning would incinerate Siwoo, like its deadly aura would burn everything in its path and leave nothing but a charred husk.
But the scene that unfolded before their eyes far surpassed the old man’s wildest expectations.
The moment his punch ended,
Mahuraga’s distorted face shattered and flew away.
Behind it, Mahuraga’s torso and limbs exploded like they had been run through a blender, scattering through the air.
“T-This can’t be. . . M-Mahuraga. . . .”
But the terrifying wave of mana didn’t stop at turning Mahuraga into mincemeat.
It flew towards the relic’s caster with deadly force.
Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! Kwang! . . .!!
The old man frantically searched his pockets for another relic.
But there was no time.
That attack, a pure mass of mana, contained no skill, no killing intent, and no trickery.
It was just a torrent of pure destruction.
The old man knew that it was over.
‘๐ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐๐ฃ’๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐ข๐๐จ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐๐ฃ’๐ฉ ๐๐๐ซ๐.’
The wave of mana that had turned Mahuraga into a pile of meat flew towards the old man like a ballista bolt.
He closed his eyes.
Boom!!!
Blood gushed from the old man’s seven orifices as his body pitched forward.
. . .Thud.
The wind blew over the hill, carrying with it an eerie silence.
“Now it’s just you left.”
Siwoo said to the frozen Volk.
Volk had remained rooted to the spot ever since Mahuraga had appeared, still in his half-man, half-wolf form.
“You destroyed two relic items. . . You bastard. . . What are you?”
“HSIU Escort.”
Siwoo answered nonchalantly.
It wasn’t a lie, after all.
“Ha, so that’s how it is.”
But Volk gritted his teeth at the answer.
It wasn’t because of any sense of camaraderie or a desire for revenge.
It was because his pride had been scratched, the feeling that he had been ignored as a killer, the helplessness that came from being unable to do anything, all of it churned into a rage that gnawed at his ego.
“Even if I have to crawl after you, I will tear you to pieces!!”
“Don’t even dream of it.”
Volk gathered as much mana as he could from his dantian.
His body was already saturated with mana from head to toe, but he pushed more in regardless.
His muscles ached and throbbed, and at the same time, an uncontrollable power surged through him.
He sharpened his claws and charged at Siwoo like a wild wolf.
“Grrrrrr! [๐๐ก๐๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐๐๐ค]”
A magic circle appeared around Volk, and five black wolves bared their teeth.
The wolves growled menacingly, as black as shadows, and then lunged at Siwoo, intent on tearing him to pieces.
“Five little puppies.”
Siwoo showed no sign of surprise.
His calm and collected demeanor only irritated Volk even more.
“Damn HSIU bastards!!!”
The enraged gray wolf bared its sharp teeth at its enemy.
The five black wolves pounced at the same time.
All of their fury was directed at one person.
Just as their teeth, larger than fingers, were about to sink into Siwoo’s neck,
“[๐๐๐ฅ๐: ๐๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ]”
A razor-sharp wind tore through the air, shredding all of his enemies to pieces.
๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท๐ท
Siwoo grabbed one of the old man’s arms and dragged him over.
His breath had not stopped.
The attack had been aimed at Mahuraga’s mana, so it had not been fatal to the old man.
Siwoo threw him down next to Volk.
Volk lay there, bleeding from all over his body, his eyes barely open as he glared at Siwoo.
The last attack he had suffered had been too fast for him to even dodge.
“What do you want?”
Siwoo opened his palm and drew a magic circle.
Golden letters were engraved on both hands, and the wounds of the old man and Volk began to heal.
Not just simple wound closure, but regeneration.
“What the hell is this. . .”
Volk was speechless once again, unable to understand the situation.
“I have a question. If I just let you go, it would mean nothing if I let you go on purpose.”
He belatedly understood what Siwoo was saying.
From the beginning, the other party had known that they would be attacked and that they would escape from the van.
And yet, he had allowed all of that to happen for this very moment.
This HSIU hunter had been confident that he would be able to defeat them all and ask this question.
Siwoo took a piece of paper out of his pocket.
It was a picture of the assassin’s face that he had printed out using a skill when he had delved into Min-jun’s last memory.
“Do you know him?”