The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 271

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟕𝟏: 𝟏 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 1

“Shall I speak first?”

Choi Sung-il asked back, looking a little flustered.

When Siwoo nodded, Choi Sung-il walked past the people and headed for the center of the training ground.

“Is it perhaps because of something I said earlier. . .?”

Choi Sung-il carefully asked, and Siwoo smiled lightly.

“Of course not. It was a reasonable question, and I don’t get offended by things like that.”

That was true.

Of those gathered here, only Choi Sung-il, Lee Ye-ji, and Gi Il-lyeon had little knowledge of Siwoo; the rest knew Siwoo to some extent.

Kang Yeo-hwa, Min Si-joon, and Lo-an knew Siwoo quite deeply, and Hwang Jeong-gu and Do Kyung-hoo knew him well because they had seen him before.

“The reason I chose Hunter Choi Sung-il as my first opponent is that he’s an outstanding tanker.”

“Tanker. . . you say?”

“If I fight against someone like that, the others will be able to gauge my attack power.”

“I see. So, I’m like a crash test dummy for cars.”

Choi Sung-il grinned and took his stance.

Siwoo didn’t think that the statement was accurate, but he didn’t bother to correct him.

The people watched Siwoo and Choi Sung-il duel while carrying out the given training.

There was no separate starting signal.

Choi Sung-il summoned magic through the mana he had drawn out first and activated a skill.

[El Cid’s Shield: Ten Layers of Barrier]

Faint light scattered in the air, and soon, ten solid shields appeared with brilliant patterns.

Each shield looked hard, and since the mana was evenly distributed, it seemed unlikely that it could be broken easily by an attack.

“What do you think? It’s my ultimate defense.”

As befitting his reputation as Korea’s best tanker, his shield was outstanding.

“Yes, it’s excellent. The mana is well-placed, and it’s also suitable for your skill as a tanker.”

In Siwoo’s eyes, too, the skill was not bad.

“Then, let’s test the defense now.”

Siwoo finished speaking, drew out some mana, and compressed the mana in his fist.

Then, he lightly jumped up, shrugged his shoulders, and swung his fist forward with all his might.

Zzzzeeeeeeng!!

The skill was not even canceled by another skill; it was broken with just one fist containing a bit of mana.

And not just one, but all ten shields.

Choi Sung-il stared with wide eyes, looking confused at this unbelievable situation.

“Your defense is about 20 points.”

Siwoo, who had come close, scored his shield.

“What are you doing, Hunter Choi Sung-il?”

“. . . Yes?”

“It hasn’t even been a minute yet.”

“. . . Yes??”

“If you don’t block it, you’ll really die.”

Right after Siwoo finished speaking, his fist dug into Choi Sung-il’s side.

Ba-thooooong!!

“Kugh. . .!”

Although it was only mana he had drawn out and with just a little physical strengthening, Siwoo’s fist was as heavy and strong as a solid hammer.

Siwoo’s fist flew again, and Choi Sung-il hurriedly stepped back while clutching his side.

“You should have used your skill instead of trying to avoid it.”

Siwoo said, then backspin-blew and sent Choi Sung-il’s jaw flying with his elbow.

“Guh. . .”

Choi Sung-il collapsed on the spot and fainted.

Siwoo scratched his head as he looked at the smartwatch on his wrist.

“25 seconds. The training time seems to be getting too short. Next, Chu Ha-min.”

“Yes! Master!”

While Chu Ha-min approached, Siwoo healed Choi Sung-il’s body and then woke him up.

It was a little over 7 minutes when everyone had been beaten to a pulp by Siwoo once and received healing, then returned to their seats.

It was much less than the 12 minutes that had been expected initially.

“It seems that your. . . stats are much lower than I had thought.”

Siwoo let out a frank sigh and spoke to the people.

“No, but isn’t this. . . because there’s a huge gap between us and the President. . .?”

Han Tae-chi answered carefully.

“Oh, really? I’ve never used more than 20 percent of my power.”

“That’s. . .”

“And among you, has anyone here fought an enemy until they died recently, or trained until they were exhausted? Besides those who went with me.”

No one raised their hands in response to Siwoo’s question; they just exchanged glances.

“You guys are at this level, but you don’t train, and you don’t have actual experience. And yet, you go around bragging about being the strongest in Korea or part of Heptagram? Who cares if the enemy is the Three Venerables right now? What if the Three Venerables are still at the top of Korea?!”

Siwoo’s scolding made the Guild Leaders of Heptagram lower their heads in shame.

“Six months from now.”

There wasn’t much time left.

He might not be able to fill that six-month period.

“Within that period, you guys will improve by at least two more ranks.”

“What?”

“Yes?”

“You won’t be training twice a month but twice a week. There isn’t much time left, but your conditions are too awful compared to that period.”

Siwoo let out a long sigh and turned his head toward Choi Sung-il.

“Hunter Choi Sung-il, let’s start the duel again.”

“. . . Yes.”

“This time, we’ll fill one minute.

“What if I lose before that?”

“I’ll make sure you don’t.”

Choi Sung-il didn’t understand what Siwoo’s words meant, but he started the duel anyway.

He focused the mana circulating throughout his body on the tips of his fingers and immediately used a skill.

[El Cid’s Shield: Ten Layers of Barrier]

But this time, Siwoo’s attack was faster than the skill could be activated.

A speed strike that was literally like a ray of light.

“Geuk!”

Choi Sung-il instinctively raised his arms to guard, and Siwoo’s kick lashed out like a whip and struck that guard.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

Or rather, should that be called a block?

“Keueueueueuk!”

Despite surrounding both arms with magic power, both of them broke.

Then, Siwoo grabbed the back of Choi Sung-il’s head and kicked up with a roundhouse kick.

Paaaaaaaaaang! Paaaaaaaaaang!

Choi Sung-il couldn’t block that attack with his fractured arms.

His nose and several teeth broke from the two roundhouse kicks, and blood spewed out from all over his face.

Just as he felt dizzy and like he was going to faint again, he suddenly felt a warm sensation, and the pain throughout his body vanished.

“Huh?”

Siwoo had healed all of his wounds.

“It hasn’t even been a minute yet.”

Surprise was only short-lived.

“Use a shield or whatever. If you don’t want to get beaten to a pulp.”

The shotgun Siwoo manifested in his hand was aimed at Choi Sung-il.

“Geeeeeeeeeeeeuk!”

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

Siwoo fired a mana bullet as he minimized its power as much as possible.

Nevertheless, its power was so strong that it shattered the skill and shield that Choi Sung-il had hurriedly activated.

Thanks to the fact that he aimed it off-target, there weren’t many mana bullet fragments that hit Choi Sung-il.

“What are you doing?”

“What??”

“There are still 20 seconds left. If this hits your bare skin, your limbs will just fall off.”

Siwoo said as he aimed the shotgun at him, and Choi Sung-il gritted his teeth and activated a skill again.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

“Euggggggggggukeuk!!”

20 seconds was longer than he thought.

He had to repeat this five more times in the remaining 20 seconds.

“Heok. . . heok. . . heok. . . cough.”

Choi Sung-il caught his breath that had reached his chin with an expression like he was about to cry.

It had only been a minute, but it had been incredibly hard, as if he had run for an hour at full speed.

Especially the last two or so times, he had barely been able to activate the skill as he squeezed out the mana that had almost run out.

He wanted to say, “I don’t have any more mana,” but Siwoo simply answered, “Then block it with your body,” so he had no other choice.

Siwoo would have really pulled the trigger of the shotgun if he hadn’t activated a skill there.

Because he could just heal him afterwards.

“Hunter Choi Sung-il.”

“Heok. . . heok. . . cough. . . yes?”

“Train yourself. I’ll call you in 12 minutes.”

“Heok. . . heok. . . heok. . .”

Choi Sung-il’s initial courage vanished as he looked at Siwoo with trembling eyes.

A look that asked if he was serious.

“The mana potions are piled up over there, so drink as much as you want.”

“B-But my stamina. . .”

“Isn’t it a little strange to talk about stamina when you’ve been fighting for a minute and resting for 12 minutes? I fight without resting, and I don’t even drink a single magic potion, and I use Heal in between?”

Choi Sung-il lowered his head, seemingly having given up, and returned to his fluffy seat before Siwoo’s justified argument.

In fact, that was the purpose of this training.

The one minute of life-or-death fighting, like some kind of interval training, depleted extreme focus, mana, and physical strength.

Furthermore, it wasn’t just a fight; it was a fight against an overwhelming opponent.

When one actually enters a war, people were more likely to die from exhaustion due to lack of focus and physical strength rather than lack of mana.

‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 30 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴.’

Siwoo drew a specific goal and continued the training.

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!

The sound of the castle wall crumbling rang out, and at the same time, a person with tremendous aura charged into the inside of the castle.

“Hmm, is no one here either?!”

Gandharva punched and kicked the wall, breaking a path, and rampaged through the inside without caring.

This was one of the castles that Saint Germain had purchased.

Currently, ‘Misteltein’ was searching for Saint Germain’s whereabouts by checking places he might go.

Alive or dead.

They decided that whoever found him first would either capture him, report it to Min Siwoo, or simply fight and kill him.

Of course, Gandharva planned to kill him as soon as she found him.

“If you go around doing things on your own like that, you’re going to make me hate you.”

Chiu, who had followed her, said to Gandharva with narrowed eyes.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, sorry. I somehow had a really bad feeling, but it turns out there’s nothing here.”

“Surely he wouldn’t be hiding in a castle that he himself purchased.”

“Is that so? This is as far as my head can go.”

Kwaaaaang!!

Gandharva smashed the wall in front of her with a punch as she curled her lips.

At that moment, the smell of rotting corpses wafted strongly from beyond the broken wall.

“Gandharva. Did you fart?”

“Shut up, Chiu. My farts smell like Freesia flowers.”

Gandharva glared and walked straight in, scattering mana in strands.

Normally, other Hunters would have been cautious and entered slowly, but aggressive Hunters like Gandharva tended to reveal their presence even more.

She couldn’t see well because the inside was dark, so she activated a skill and manifested a small sun.

“Aagh! What is all this! That crazy bastard!”

Gandharva and Chiu covered their mouths and noses with their hands and distorted their faces in shock at the sight spread out inside.

Hundreds of human corpses, the bodies of all kinds of animals, and even the bodies of what seemed to be devils.

An unspeakably disgusting scene had unfolded inside under the name of an experiment.

They stared at the sight in shock for a moment before rushing outside and gagging.

They had experienced the atrocities of the battlefield countless times, but they somehow couldn’t adapt to this kind of horror.

“That damned Saint Germain. . . I’m going to tear his limbs apart and kill him. . .!”

Gandharva growled as she wiped her mouth.

“I’m pissed off too. 〈Pandemonium〉 can’t be forgiven.”

“Who in ‘Misteltein’ is in the 〈Pandemonium〉 hierarchy, anyway?! It would be nice if we could find out!”

“. . . Gandharva. You might be able to ask your boyfriend.”

“M-M-My boyfriend?!!”

Gandharva gaped and looked at Chiu.

But leaving aside the expression ‘boyfriend,’ the idea itself wasn’t bad.

Why hadn’t she thought of asking him directly before?

“I’ll do that. . . I’ll just ask Siwoo to tell me.”

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