The Late Game Healer Is Way Too Strong – Chapter 297

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟗𝟕: 𝐖𝐚𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 3

Cerberus, who was trampled by Siwoo’s downward thrust, was deeply embedded in the ground and spewed blood.

“Ugh. . .gasp. . .ugh. . .”

It was a training ground built with the essence of science and magic, carefully selected by the world’s top magic engineers.

The magic defense barrier was layered 4 or 5 times, so it was a place where even powerful magic or skills could not even cause a scratch.

However, the floor was shattered by a single kick for several meters.

The members of ‘Misteltein’, who were watching the duel, opened their mouths wide and made terrible expressions.

“How can you not even feel how much it hurts?”

“I realized it last time when I saw Siwoo fighting Saint Germain. He’s on a whole other level.”

When “Crimson Queen” Chiu spoke with dull eyes, Gandharva next to her supported her words.

Siwoo’s strength, which even Gandharva, a martial arts hunter, could not bring herself to fight against.

Cerberus staggered to his feet.

Having fully received Siwoo’s downward thrust, his pupils were dilated as if the shock had not yet subsided.

Kiplagat and Mad Horse were in a similar situation.

They too clenched their stomachs at the sudden pain and gasped for breath.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.’

Siwoo checked their condition with his eyes.

He did not judge simply by their irregular breathing, unstable posture, and trembling eyes.

Anyone could act those out.

What Siwoo checked was the uniformity of the magic power flowing from them.

No matter how skilled they were, they could not voluntarily shake the circulation of magic power during an urgent battle.

Siwoo felt Kiplagat and Mad Horse’s magic power fluctuating, however slightly.

This was clear evidence that they had not sorted out the confusion.

Siwoo, who judged all of this in less than 0.1 seconds, slammed his fist hard toward the floor.

VWOOOOOOOOSH!!!

The ground was scorched, and countless fragments rose into the air in a fearsome wave of magic power.

Siwoo quickly grabbed the floating fragments and threw them at his opponents.

Mad Horse instinctively struck the flying stones with his axe.

━━━━Ppaaaak!!

“Keugh. . .!!”

He felt a shock as if his wrist would shatter, even though he had only been hit by a stone.

He shook his hand and distorted his face.

Siwoo did not stop and threw stones at them in succession.

Mad Horse and Kiplagat clenched their weapons and knocked away the flying stones.

One might think that they could just avoid these stones, but Siwoo’s throwing speed was too fast for that.

Ppaaaak!! Ppagaaaak!!

If they were hit wrong, it felt like not just an injury, but an arm or leg would be torn off.

“Keugh. . .!!”

“What the hell is this. . .!!”

They were so busy fending off Siwoo’s endless attacks that their wrists, which were on the verge of breaking, were about to snap.

They had never imagined that they would be struggling with such a stone fight after joining ‘Misteltein’.

As they defended themselves so frantically, Kiplagat suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Siwoo had disappeared.

“. . . Scatter!!”

Kiplagat shouted to Mad Horse.

Siwoo, who had approached sideways without anyone noticing, swung his fist hard at Mad Horse.

━━━THOOM!!!

Mad Horses’ body crashed through the ground and was deeply embedded in the floor.

It was an attack closer to destruction than a blow.

Seeing this, Kiplagat released all his restraints and pulled up all the magic power from his dantian.

A brilliant light flowed from his mask.

Dozens of clones were soon created, and the clones, each holding different weapons, attacked Siwoo all at once.

Kwagagaga!!!

“Keugh. . . gasp. . . gasp. . .”

Kiplagat gasped for breath.

It was the first time he had used such a large amount of magic power in such a short time.

It felt like he had held his breath and sprinted 10km at full speed.

He could not understand how a duel that he had expected to end soon had come to this point.

He had clearly been winning in the beginning. . .

Was it because he had become complacent, drunk on his numerical advantage of 1:3?

‘𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦. . .!’

The attacks of the clones, tinged with a pale yellow light, poured down on Siwoo like rain.

Siwoo, who skillfully deflected all of Kiplagat’s clone attacks, found the main body with his magic power detection and kicked him.

At that moment, the shadows of the clones grew long.

Jjoja-jak!!

The elongated shadows became sharp blades, trying to pierce Siwoo.

This was Cerberus’s attack.

‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥.’

It must have been their first time coordinating all three of them today, but it did not seem like their first time, as expected of those who had joined ‘Misteltein’.

Just by knowing roughly each other’s abilities, the connection becomes smooth and natural.

‘𝘊𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘶𝘴’𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘱-𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦-𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.’

Such combat sense was not something that could be simply acquired, but was built up through tremendous combat experience.

Because of that, Siwoo felt as if he could glimpse a bit of their experience.

The moment the shadows pierced Siwoo’s body and Kiplagat’s lance spewed out lightning, Siwoo jumped into the air.

“Whew.”

Siwoo, who had risen into the sky, clenched ether in his right hand.

His shoulders were pulled back.

Siwoo gritted his teeth and poured an earthy aura toward the floor.

An eerie ray of light struck the floor, causing a sonic boom.

Tukwa-kwagagaga!!!

The entire floor of the training ground twisted and exploded, and a deafening roar and wave of magic power that covered the entire area erupted.

The training ground had become a scene of carnage.

‘Misteltein’, despite being in a safe zone, hurriedly deployed magic shields, and some even activated defense skills.

“This madman. . .!”

“Is he trying to kill us all?!”

“Is this. . . an ability that a single person. . . can use?”

“My master can.”

“Whew. . . That Min Siwoo bastard has gotten stronger.”

They were speechless at the sight before their eyes.

The training ground, which was twice the size of an Olympic stadium, was in ruins.

It was difficult to destroy even ordinary buildings this much, but this place was surrounded by magic defense barriers and various protective spells.

Not just partially destroying, but completely scorching such a place.

Siwoo, who had landed on the ground, dug through the rubble and pulled out Kiplagat, Cerberus, and Mad Horse.

Siwoo, who had not yet withdrawn the ‘Art of the Half-Dragon’, asked them,

“Shall we continue? I’m just starting to warm up.”

The three looked at each other and shook their heads.

They realized how much of a difference there was in rank from the blow Siwoo had just dealt.

They could not destroy the training ground with a single blow, even if they died and came back to life.

Of course, a hunter’s battle is not all about destructive power.

If they had fought with the goal of killing each other, they might have exerted their abilities more fiercely and tenaciously.

However, the result of this match was Siwoo’s overwhelming victory.

This was a fact that no one could deny.

Siwoo released the Art of the Half-Dragon and withdrew the power of ether.

He felt dizzy and his body swayed, but Namir, who approached him just in time, supported him by linking arms.

“Are you okay, master?”

“It’s much more bearable than when I first used it.”

Perhaps because he had reached the realm of the third core, the aftereffects were lighter than expected.

Siwoo cast Heal on the three injured people.

They looked surprised as a warm light enveloped them and completely healed their wounds.

“Do you still think you have nothing to learn?”

Siwoo had somehow become comfortable speaking down to them.

“No. . . It was a foolish and short-sighted thought. I cannot say that I have no regrets, but I think a similar result would have come out even if I had fought with all my heart. My ancestors would have liked to learn from you as well.”

Mad Horse replied with a much softer expression.

Kiplagat, who was next to him, nodded.

“I apologize for my rudeness. You were strong enough to pass on your teachings, and you showed me overwhelming power. I hope you will forgive my arrogance.”

“You are the strongest warrior of your tribe, so it is understandable. I hope you will follow me well in the future.”

Siwoo shook hands with Kiplagat and chuckled.

Siwoo’s gaze then turned to Cerberus.

“Um. . .”

“Have I proven my strength now?”

“Yes. . .you have.”

“Do you want to learn from me?”

“. . . yes.”

Siwoo raised one side of his mouth and lightly patted his shoulder.

Soon, all the members of ‘Misteltein’ had approached.

Siwoo looked around at them one by one and opened his mouth.

“From now on, it has been decided that you will learn from me, so I would appreciate it if you would follow me with your lives on the line.”

“Do we have to risk our lives?!”

“You won’t actually die, but it could hurt enough to make you want to die.”

Anubis looked at Gandharva with a darkened face.

To her expression that seemed to be asking if that was true, Gandharva smiled brightly.

“But where will the lessons be held?”

Choi Dae-soo asked bluntly, puffing out cigarette smoke.

The group looked around the training ground, which had turned into ruins.

It seemed like it would be faster to demolish and rebuild this than to fix it.

“Hmm. I guess I’ll have to ask the nearby guild.”

“By the way, the cost of repairing this. . . should be paid by those who fought. Don’t sell the name of ‘Misteltein’.”

As Choi Dae-soo spoke, the other members nodded as if they agreed.

Mad Horse, who had been scratching his head, made a suggestion first.

“Then how about we pay Nth of the cost and give it to the Swiss government?”

“I agree. As long as Hunter Min Siwoo is okay with it.”

“I’m fine with it too. Then let’s do that.”

Kiplagat cast an affirmative vote, and Siwoo also agreed, and the discussion about the repair costs was concluded.

Cerberus looked at them from afar and thought to himself.

‘. . . 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦?’

🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸

Kremlin, Russia.

An emergency alarm sounded throughout the area, piercing the quiet dawn.

Security guards and hunter special forces immediately mobilized and rushed to the source of the alarm.

They ran through the corridors, armed with various hunter weapons and magic sealing devices.

It was a situation that had not even taken a minute.

They aimed their guns when they confirmed that the door to the underground vault was open.

Cheol-chak!! Cheol-chak!!

There was a shadow moving in the dark room.

“Put your hands up!!”

“Don’t move!!”

“Drop your weapon!!”

Murderous magic power rose from all over the corridor, and dozens of gazes were focused on one place.

Soon, the darkness squirmed and began to move slowly toward them.

“Heh heh heh. I thought it would take two minutes, but as expected, the Kremlin’s security is not ordinary. I’d like to give a round of applause to the person in charge.”

A man wearing a black robe spoke in a thick British accent.

The Guy Fawkes mask from the movie 〈V for Vendetta〉 came to mind instead of a face.

Several laser pointers attached to the guns gathered at the center of the mask’s forehead.

“Don’t come any closer!! Get down on the ground!!”

The captain of the special forces shouted, aiming his magic rifle.

The intruder in the Guy Fawkes mask chuckled and shook his head.

He raised his hand and shook his index finger left and right.

“My lords. That is not how you fight.”

“What. . .?!”

At that moment, the intruder fired a wave of magic power forward.

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