Chapter 103: 1st Place Vs 152nd Place (3)
The life of a flower clinging to a branch.
It bloomed once, going against the seasons.
It spreads a trace of a fragrance that lasts a long time without wilting.
-Sssssss.
This is unbelievable.
Someone lost in thought, muttered that.
In the center of the stadium. From that very spot.
The black peach blossoms created by the man were entwined, forming a single wave.
Who is that person?
Everyone was unable to close their mouths.
The front petals.
The waves created by the flowers blooming in sequence.
The illusion of an after-scent that stung the nose.
It scrambled the consciousness of everyone sitting in the stands.
Was there such a student at the academy?
What is this
How many people here knew the name of the man standing up on the stage?
Even those who knew Lee Shiheon might not have known the full extent of his power.
Who would have thought?
That a student ranked 152nd could, without anyone elses help, exert such pressure against the monster known as Jung Siwoo.
But he seemed to have done it.
In the short time between admission and the exam.
The petals he bloomed contained the emotions he usually didnt speak of.
The meaning of black magic was resistance and domination.
The nature of the magic possessed by him, who had lived a suppressed life.
When the man, always laughing frivolously, erased the smile from his face and started blooming,
It finally showed its true value.
Great potential realized late.
A promising seedling grew slowly.
The black petals bloomed by Lee Shiheon were the fruits of effort between the past and death, a resistance against reality.
A nameless tree here began to reveal itself.
Like a dragon
Turning its black-painted petals like its scales.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Everyone was silently watching that scene.
My heated body ached sharply.
The magic that spread from me was like black paint scattered randomly in the sky.
It was more extensive and robust than expected.
.
I took off the bandage on my right arm and threw it away. Soon after, the sound of scrap metal rolling behind me was heard.
I opened my hand. I clenched it tightly.
The surging magic fluctuated with the movement of my hand. My magic was as if it was engulfed in complete darkness without a single speck of light.
Power overflowed.
I slowly extended my fist forward, passed the other hand behind my back, and stretched one leg firmly.
Come.
In that darkness, I gazed forward.
Judging my opponent.
Until the still-living white light swallowed me up.
Kwaang!
With a loud explosion, the petals split.
The thrust that reached out was made as if to split my body like the Red Sea, as if to cut off a part of my body.
Jung Siwoos full power, never seen before.
With my entire body, I received Siwoos full capabilities, which had been held back until now.
-Kwajijijik!
My whole body staggered once.
My head snapped back, muscles in the upper body twisted, and my body was pushed back.
The arena that was chaotic with petals and magic, was suddenly cleared.
Ah.
A gasp. I straightened my neck and adjusted my mask.
The atmosphere in the stadium was deathly quiet.
At first glance, it seemed like Siwoos strike had devoured all my magic and hit my vital point. But that wasnt the case.
I checked my opponents face from behind my mask. I also assessed my remaining magic and my condition.
.
.
Both of us had lost our smiles.
-Pak!
We rushed towards each other. Black and white mixed, and several explosions filled the air.
-Kwang!
Once with the sword,
-Kwang!
And once with the fist.
Without the referee being able to intervene, we pressured each other to the limit with our speed.
A sword strike came straight down and lashed at my shoulder. Ignoring it, I ran and punched him in the chest.
-Ppajijik!
The intense scent of blood filled my nostrils, quickly bringing me to my senses.
If I dont move now.
Blood dripped as I parted my lips.
The referee or the president will come to end it.
Using techniques that overly surpassed the opponents skills was prohibited. That was why the match was temporarily stopped when Jung Siwoo and I first exchanged attacks.
The death of a student was not a light matter, so they might have already started acting.
Well, it had already crossed the line for a student match.
-Kwak.
I clenched my right fist heavily.
But still.
I couldnt back down here.
The black petals, coiled like a whirlwind around my elbow, began to turn white. The reversed color. I took my stance, inhaled, and clenched my teeth.
Bloom.
The white flower that blooms-
The peach blossom at the end of my fist pushed through the darkness-eroded space.
Now was the time.
Il (One)
Pale but vivid leaves of fire fluttered.
Baekdo (White Peach)
I finally countered the extended black flash. My fist strike interlocked with the sword strike.
-Kwagagagaga!
Both techniques clashed and tangled with each other.
Thin magic scattered in all directions, petals crumbled, and the floor tiles shattered.
A shield that hadnt been activated until now was triggered by the flash that spread across the entire stadium.
-Jijeun.
As the shield cracked,
A massive explosion occurred.
-Master
The VIP seats for S-grade hunters.
At the very top of the stadium, Cheondo, watching the battle, leaned on her chin and scoffed at her disciple.
-Just hypothetically, listen and answer. If its just idle talk.
The almost desperate fight between the two men.
It didnt matter whether it was Jung Siwoo or Lee Shiheon.
All the spectators sitting here were already overwhelmed by them.
-Even if I lose in the first round if I show that much power, could I be selected as a forest keeper?
Cheondo didnt know what concerns Lee Shiheon had while talking with Jung Siwoo.
She knew that this guy Siwoo was a candidate for the World Trees husband, but that was all she knew and cared about.
-Now youre talking weak? Thats not like you.
-No, its not a weak talk Just answer my question.
It was possible.
If they showed a match with such an impact, what couldnt be done?
Even in the evil path, reaching the peak makes one a great person.
If a student proved they were naturally gifted as a student, the forest keeper selection committee would take notice.
-Is that so?
Why he was suddenly asking this.
Cheondo chuckled, looking at Shiheon, who was standing half-dead.
His eyes were still alive, and he had enough strength.
-But why suddenly?
-No Well. For the love of comrades and country.
Lee Shiheons body slowly fell backward.
-Its nothing.
To Cheondo, it didnt look like exhaustion.
Rather to her, the Heavenly Demons eyes, Jung Siwoos body seemed more disheveled than Lee Shiheons.
Thats not important.
Whoever provoked whose feelings didnt matter.
Standing in place now was Jung Siwoo, the top student.
He took a direct hit from Baekdo; hes going to have a rough time.
Watching Jung Siwoos shattered magic circuit, Cheondo clicked her tongue.
Physicians began to run toward the fallen students. The audience became heated, and the noise in the VIP room grew louder.
[Cheondo, what happened in the match?]
Didnt you see with your own eyes?
[But Im not sure Seems like we need to make a decision.]
Normally, the one who falls first is judged to have lost.
[Hing Our dongsaeng worked so hard]
Hwangdos sobbing made Cheondo smile slightly.
Turning her head and flicking her finger, the mask lying in the stadium flew into her fingers.
-Hoo.
Cheondo blew on the mask to clean it and tucked it into her waist, then slowly started walking.
Lets go welcome the disciple.
She thought a little scolding for disobeying his master wouldnt matter.
What punishment should I give?
Still, she didnt dislike him.
Rather, she wanted to hug him tightly.
