The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 258

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓𝟖: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 3

Tyron felt his body stiffen in the frigid breeze blowing past him.

‘𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭.’

It wasn’t a rational thought but an instinctual warning ringing from his body.

When was the last time he felt this murderous intent?

He felt an intense thrill and a tingling excitement at the surge of dopamine coursing through his body, the moment of life and death hanging in the balance.

Whoever it was beside him must have had the ability to make him release this much dopamine.

Despite the warning from his body, Tyron twisted his upper body with a laugh.

As he expected, his opponent’s attack tore into Tyron’s side.

Kwa-kwang!

Tyron gritted his teeth at the sharp pain that spread through him, and punched the ceiling.

The ceiling rippled like a crashing wave, and a tremendous wave of magic power spread out from the point of impact.

Tuu━━━━ng!

Tyron’s specialty was manipulating objects he touched through his magical energy, converting them into mediums through which he could spread ripples.

The waves could be shockwaves, or he could turn into a wave himself and move.

Moreover, the advantage of his ability was that his opponents couldn’t pinpoint his location with magic detection while he was moving as a wave, and his evasion was incredibly fast.

Siwoo’s expression twisted as Tyron’s attack shook him from head to toe.

It wasn’t just a matter of his insides being shaken; he felt a disgusting sense of nausea, as if every nerve in his body was being repeatedly squeezed and released.

Siwoo drew the Balmung at his waist and swung it quickly towards where Tyron was.

Kara━━ang!

However, Tyron had already vanished, breaking through the ceiling.

“Stay focused. If he’s not within the range of magical detection, it means we can’t track him down with our senses, either.”

Siwoo warned his party.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

Lo-an, who had been embedded in the wall, brushed himself off and approached them, his anger evident in his voice.

It seemed like he had gotten the worst of the attack.

“He’s a higher rank than you, so it’s hard to deal with him. He’s the most vicious sadist of the ‘Six Fingers’, and his combat ability is also top-notch.”

“. . .I know. I’ll take care of his underlings.”

Lo-an nodded at Siwoo’s consolation and activated his skill.

[Monkey King·Asura: White-Clad Sky-Rending Dance]

Brilliant white armor enveloped his body like the appearance of a heavenly general from mythology, exuding an aura of formidable energy.

In truth, he had wanted to fight Tyron one-on-one, but he had handed the baton over to Siwoo because he had roughly gauged the difference in their levels with a single fierce clash.

If he fought with his life on the line, he might be able to deal at least a fatal blow.

However, the compatibility of their abilities wasn’t very good, and Tyron’s skill utilization was more than he had expected.

‘𝘐𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵; 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.’

Believing that his master would handle it well, Lo-an flew towards Tyron’s subordinates who were firing wildly outside the building.

“Namir, Benedict. You two go out and help Lo-an.”

“But master. . . Are you going to face Tyron alone?”

“No. The two of us here will take care of him.”

“. . .You mean, with me?”

Seigen was surprised by Siwoo’s words.

Of all those gathered here, Seigen was the one with the lowest Hunter rank and level.

“Yes. I like your ‘iron” a lot, senior.”

Seigen chewed on his words for a moment, then stroked his goatee in understanding.

“It’s the second time since then.”

He pointed his staff forward and gathered an eerie amount of magic power.

[Iwana-hime: Iron Tide of Death]

A skill that manipulated the iron sand in his surroundings into a gramora form.

Thanks to the surge of vitality from Siwoo, Seigen was able to divide a larger amount of iron sand into thousands of gramora fragments and spread them throughout the space than usual.

“Is this enough?”

“You still have your old strength.”

Siwoo smiled in satisfaction and soon activated his own skill, adding his abilities to Seigen’s iron sand.

[Thunderclap: Fireworks]

Fireworks was a skill with low voltage, so its attack power was quite low.

Especially this time, since he had calculated the coordinates of each of the thousands of iron sand fragments and infused them with lightning, its power would be even lower than usual.

But it didn’t matter.

This was just a trap, a kind of ‘sensor’ anyway.

Siwoo closed his eyes and opened his dantian, wrapping magic power around his entire body.

Like a revving sports car, the magic power raced through his body at an incredible speed, awakening his muscles and senses one by one.

Chak-chak-chak. . .!!

It wasn’t the release of the vast aura possessed by an SSS-rank Hunter, nor was it the thick murderous intent rising from the depths, nor was it the power of ether or the art of the half-dragons.

It was just a pure and simple use of magic power.

Siwoo concentrated on the magic power flowing through his body with his heightened senses.

A fine tension ran through him like a tightly drawn thread.

Tyron, who had been watching him from a short distance away, licked his lips in anticipation and slowly began to approach again.

The way he spread a trap as if inviting him to pounce on him, and the way he closed his eyes as if he didn’t care, was a temptation that was hard to resist as a predator.

‘𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘚𝘚𝘚-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘚-𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. . . 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.’

Tyron licked his lips at the dopamine surging in his head.

His sadistic instincts stirred, and hundreds of ways to inflict pain on Siwoo naturally came to mind.

The ground became the medium through his magical energy, and Tyron’s body transformed into a ripple, moving in an instant.

Kuru-ru-ru-ru!

Tyron emerged from behind Siwoo like a giant white shark.

The lightning infused into Seigen’s iron sand attacked Tyron’s body in succession.

“Kekekekeke! I’ll make you my toy!!”

As Tyron’s fist, filled with an enormous amount of magic power, was about to pierce Siwoo’s back.

“Hoo~”

A soft sigh.

However, Tyron and Seigen, who were in the same space, had a strange experience with that sigh.

It felt like time had stopped.

The sound of gunfire that had been noisy until just now, the loud noises of things breaking and exploding here and there, the soot that had been wafting slightly as the lightning struck.

Everything was as quiet and still as if it had been erased by an eraser.

Siwoo’s body slowly turned around.

Tyron, who met his gaze, gritted his teeth involuntarily.

No, he wanted to.

His jaw didn’t move because time had stopped, and his outstretched fist seemed to be stuck in mid-air.

At that moment, Siwoo’s piercing cold eyes scanned Tyron’s body.

Tyron sensed it instinctively.

Death.

ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ!!

A fist that seemed to warp even time swung, and Tyron’s entire body exploded without a trace.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Paaaaaaang! Paaaaaaang!!

The thick blade of the axe sank several times into the man’s torso and head before his movements finally ceased.

Wu Ko Xin roughly brushed the entrails and flesh stuck to the blade with his hand.

His upper body, which had been torn during his climb up Kowloon Walled City, had long since been discarded.

Wu Ko Xin’s upper body, covered in blood and small wounds, was emblazoned with a large tattoo of a tiger and a dragon fighting with their mouths open.

“Boss, we’re almost done with that side too.”

“Ahhhㅡ There are more people resisting than I thought. Those who think they’re the masters just because they’re given food will fight even when they’re dying.”

He walked up to the next floor, thudding.

It was impossible to kill everyone in Kowloon Walled City, and he couldn’t go around looking for the administrators or leaders of each floor.

In fact, there were many cases where he didn’t know who the administrators or executives were.

That’s why Wu Ko Xin decided to just go all the way to the top.

In the past, he had also used the room with the best view from the highest point, so the current master of Kowloon Walled City must have been doing the same.

“What the hell is that. . .?”

The residents of Kowloon Walled City had been sharpening their swords since the commotion from the lower floors.

A terrifying figure caught their eyes.

Wu Ko Xin, covered in the blood of over a hundred people and his eyes glowing with a strange light, was truly the epitome of fear.

“The master has come. Those who do not get out of the way will be killed.”

Wu Ko Xin gave them a fierce look and threatened them.

Normally, people would back down when faced with such murderous intent and momentum, but for some reason, the residents of Kowloon Walled City pointed their weapons at him even as their faces were filled with fear.

“I see. Die.”

His body shot out like a bolt of lightning and unleashed a flurry of attacks.

The axe Wu Ko Xin held wasn’t a legendary weapon like the one used by Yuto or Jin Do-wa, nor was it an artifact made by an outstanding craftsman.

It was just an ordinary axe sold at a neighborhood hardware store.

However, the moment Wu Ko Xin held it in his hand, the blunt weapon transformed into a deadly weapon more terrifying than any sharp blade, cutting off people’s limbs, smashing their skulls and torsos, and turning the surroundings into a sea of blood.

In an instant, corpses piled up, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

He held up the axe and checked the blade with his fingertips, then clicked his tongue and threw it aside.

Even though he had used magical energy to wrap around it, his repeated strikes against human flesh and bone had quickly dulled the blade.

Wu Ko Xin looked around and picked up and set down various weapons that had been used by others.

“This feels good.”

He picked up two new black axes about the same size as the one he had been using and smashed the heads of the fallen people again.

Cha-chak!! Cha-chak!!

There might be those pretending to be dead, or even those who weren’t pretending to be dead but who might have survived by chance and come back to take revenge later.

“Keuk. . .! Wu Ko Xin. . . Boss. . . .”

Just as he was about to smash someone’s head with his axe, the opponent spat out blood and spoke to him.

“Are you a resident who remembers me?”

“Ahh. . . . I was under you. . . . A subordinate. . . .”

“Is that so? Then why are you holding a sword against your master when he has returned?”

“That’s. . . . Keuk! Because the master. . . has changed. . . .”

Wu Ko Xin nodded once and then stabbed the opponent’s knee with his axe.

Kwa-ji-i-ik!!

“Kyaaaak!!”

“Then it’s one of two things. Either the loyalty of the current residents of Kowloon Walled City has suddenly increased, or they have judged that the current master is stronger than me.”

“Guh. . .!”

“However, there’s no way there could be friendship, loyalty, or righteousness in this filthy slum. Who is the current master? Who is it that chose to oppose Wu Ko Xin?”

“Keu. . . Even if it’s you. . . The current master. . . You won’t be able to win. . . .”

“So who is it?”.

This time, Wu Ko Xin stabbed the blade of his axe into the opponent’s thigh.

Cha-chak!!

The man couldn’t even scream and opened his mouth wide and trembled.

Wu Ko Xin’s cold and chilling gaze slithered down his neck like a serpent.

“Name.”

“Keu-heuk. . . You too. . . . You must have heard. . . .”

“Someone I know?”

“C. . . Creep. . .”

The man uttered a single word as if squeezing it out of his dying face, then dropped his head.

“Creep? The king of darkness in the world. . .? Isn’t he a fictional character?”

Wu Ko Xin muttered, his expression one of disbelief.

“Kekekeke. To say he doesn’t exist, how sad.”

At that moment, an overwhelming aura shook the buildings of Kowloon Walled City and rushed in to choke Wu Ko Xin’s neck.

“Keuk. . .! Y-You, you are. . .!”

“Nice to meet you, former master of Kowloon Walled City. I am the current master, Creep. However, I am more commonly known as ‘Misteltein’s Billy the Kid’.”

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