Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: 1-on-1 Sparring
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Heuk Seolha finished her sparring match. I had no idea what delusion she was under, but it seemed like she won handily(?). From what she told me, she'd deliberately let herself get cornered.
"It's all thanks to Hyunwoo.... With enough semen, even this works out."
Just moments ago, she'd been writhing in agony. Now Heuk Seolha approached with a surprisingly fine look on her face. Her casual, familiar movements were suspicious.
"You okay? Was that Kim Sojin's superpower all fake? Like, not real water or something?"
"It was r-real.... I thought I was gonna die. Good thing I trained for cases like this...."
"Trained for it?"
Maybe she'd done lung capacity training or something. Thinking about how hard Hero candidates worked, it was plausible enough.
To prepare for every possible scenario.
But it was Heuk Seolha, so I was suspicious. If it had been Yoo Gayoung, I would've just nodded and moved on.
"Training, my ass. You got bullied, didn't you?"
"No.... I wasn't bullied."
Jeong Sua barged right in. Heuk Seolha denied it in a fluster.
I got the gist of the atmosphere. Pushing further might make Heuk Seolha cry. I decided to let it slide.
The sparring moved to the next pair. Number thirteen. Yoo Gayoung. Her opponent was Kang Minjeong from Class A. Kang Minjeong's superpower, Gust (A), was a manifestation-type ability that summoned pretty strong winds, as I recalled.
'She loaded the wind with mass to blast away and slice sharply.'
To my eyes, it looked like she could whip up a typhoon at will. Truly a superpower worthy of the name. The powers of the Heroes around me felt bland, but manifestation-types were flashy and cool.
I was captivated by that power.
Kang Minjeong strode forward confidently. Her steps brimmed with self-assurance. She had the upper hand against her opponent, so she was relaxed.
Just a Physical Enhancement (C) girl. Sure, she had the chaebol third-gen background, but it meant nothing in actual combat. If anything, being abandoned like that would lead to an ugly scene—
Class A expected victory. I was in Class A too, but I couldn't guarantee it. Still, I hoped Yoo Gayoung would win.
Honestly, class victory points with Jeong Sua and Heuk Seolha didn't feel that urgent. They probably didn't care much either. Among my crew members, only Yoo Gayoung cared about grades.
So I hoped Class C would win.
The position converter activated. Yoo Gayoung and Kang Minjeong were sent to the field.
My heart pounded. Tension made my hands and feet stiffen. Had I ever been this nervous in my life?
I kept a poker face, but I couldn't calm my churning stomach. One wrong move, and I'd puke right there on the field.
'I have to win.'
Yoo Gayoung steadied her mind with deep breaths. The rivals watching from outside, the pathetic girls who'd mocked her, and the Captain who'd taken her in—
To show her own worth, she had to give it everything.
But that wasn't enough. She had to win, no question. Victory was the only answer.
She took a step. Her legs, stuck like they'd fused with the asphalt, finally peeled free. Minus the tension, her condition was peak. Thanks to Lee Hyunwoo's consideration, she'd loaded up on semen.
Her body overflowed with power. She felt like she could do anything.
No other first-year girl had this level of support. Losing here wouldn't just be her personal failure. It would tarnish the face of Lee Hyunwoo, who believed in her and cheered her on.
That was absolutely unacceptable—
'Kang Minjeong. Superpower: Gust.'
Yoo Gayoung had studied every girl admitted to the Academy. They were rivals, and they might face off in exams or drills, so it didn't hurt to know.
The weak had to know the strong inside out. That way, they could boost survival odds even a little, with a trump card or hidden ace up their sleeve.
'Natural elements. Wind has good fuel efficiency.'
Even among manifestation-types, value varied. Rare elements required manifesting them from scratch. Fire especially wasn't common.
Low-rank powers couldn't manifest at all, needing the material present to use. That's why Lim Sarang was so highly rated and strong. Her flame manifestation was high-rank, letting her create and control perfectly—
Wind, though, didn't need manifestation. Air flow around us was wind itself. So Sperm Force efficiency was great.
'But that means lower firepower.'
Precisely, lethality. Fire burned, water sustained life. Wind was weaker overall. That was established fact.
'Still stronger than me.'
No matter how weak, it wasn't something Physical Enhancement (C) could match. Against a well-developed manifestation-type, enhancement-types had near-zero win chance. Maybe at peak levels, but for students? Enhancement was manifestation fodder.
Yoo Gayoung hid between buildings. Against a manifestation-type blasting power and elements, showing yourself was the worst move. She needed a successful ambush for any shot at winning.
'Position converter drops them not too far apart. She might come this way soon.'
1-on-1 sparring. C4 field was huge. Scattering them completely would make meeting hard.
So they dropped nearby. They'd meet soon, then spar.
Yoo Gayoung's hunch was right. Kang Minjeong prowled with gentle winds, reaching the building where Yoo Gayoung hid.
"Gayoung, running won't help."
Kang Minjeong's voice dripped leisure. Yoo Gayoung gritted her teeth at the echo. Always like this. The breaths between words mocked her.
At Yoo Sung Group as a kid, in guilds after facing reality, always—
Yoo Gayoung steadied her breath and waited. For Kang Minjeong to pass through the door. Inside, she couldn't whip up gusts like outside.
She figured it was her best spot.
"Gayoung, you're not the only one who ate semen."
Kang Minjeong muttered as she stirred wind. Razor-sharp wind blades ravaged the first floor's inner walls.
Kwagagak—
Not crystal, so an arm flying off wouldn't be weird. The blades wrecked the first floor savagely. Yoo Gayoung shrank behind a pillar. Could Physical Enhancement take it?
She shook her head.
The first floor gradually cleared. Kang Minjeong conserved Sperm Force while trashing the place, clearing cover, waiting for Yoo Gayoung to show.
"Four pillars visible. Hiding behind one? Or upstairs maybe."
Kang Minjeong wasn't dumb. She'd studied and trained to be a Hero. She hadn't gotten into Korean Hero Academy for free.
She wielded wind blades freely. The thrill she'd missed. Legally swing at people. Unleash full power.
Kwagagagak—!
Traces scarred inner walls. Blades spun viciously. Yoo Gayoung peeked from behind the pillar for her chance. Anxiety hit—maybe no chance would come.
'How much semen did she get?'
Great efficiency. But fuel wasn't infinite. Yoo Gayoung's Captain was special; most boys hated milking.
Kang Minjeong probably hadn't gotten much. Obvious even to idiots. But could Yoo Gayoung hold out? Hard to say yes.
"One pillar left now?"
Kang Minjeong's wind blades surged. Toward Yoo Gayoung behind the last pillar. In that instant, Yoo Gayoung burst out. The blades chased her tail.
"Ahaha, out now? Doesn't change anything, just keeps running—what's the point?"
Kang Minjeong cackled, flicking her hand. Countless wind blades spawned, tracking Yoo Gayoung. She glared, eyes locked on the translucent blades.
She'd trained relentlessly. Self-harm-level drills to boost her power, endless simulations to overcome.
Lots on fighting manifestation-types—
'Immature manifestation-type. Especially wind.'
Not used to generating elements. Meaning control lagged behind other elements. Lacking.
Handling ambient air was a clear advantage. But fine control? Heroes manifesting elements themselves were far more sensitive.
Like making a puppet with your hand vs. gripping a made one. Which is more precise? Obvious.
"Come at me if you—"
Yoo Gayoung exploded forward. Crossing the first floor toward Kang Minjeong. The smile vanished from Kang Minjeong's face. Wind blades chased Yoo Gayoung right toward her.
"Tricky bitch—"
Kang Minjeong scowled. At this rate, her own blades might slice her too. Crystal showed 300 HP difference.
Kang Minjeong had 300 less. Instant loss.
"Tch."
Her wind blades scattered. She switched judgment before Yoo Gayoung closed in. Remade blades, shaping from ambient air.
'Numbers dropped, as expected.'
Yoo Gayoung smirked triumphantly.
All superpowers ran on Sperm Force. Captain support essential. Semen was limited for Kang Minjeong. Way less than Yoo Gayoung's.
She'd thought she'd rationed well, but unfamiliar potency caused slips.
"Using Dick Water all the time, forgot how thick real semen is, huh?"
"Y-You bitch...!"
Kang Minjeong realized too late. Dick Water and semen were different. Her first taste was diluted Lee Hyunwoo's during Limit Measurement.
She'd used up Sperm Force easing semen exhaustion then. Hadn't noted the difference. Today, rushed milking again—no adaptation time.
Yoo Gayoung clenched her fist. Three summoned blades total. Semen depleted, control would tank.
Manageable now.
"You trashy slut...!"
Kang Minjeong roared, thrusting her arm. Rear blades spun wildly and shot. But slow. Visibly sluggish compared to before.
Yoo Gayoung stomped and dodged sideways. Plenty avoidable.
"Come here."
"Kyaaak!"
Yoo Gayoung evaded blades and tackled Kang Minjeong. Falling Sperm Force weakened blades further. Now pointless.
"Fun slashing away, huh? Taste some C-rank fist."
She pinned Kang Minjeong under her butt and raised her fist. Deformed blades couldn't harm anymore.
Just waiting to get smashed.
Position converter activated.
Lim Sarang and Lee Minji stared blatantly. Class A wailed; Class C cheered. Yoo Gayoung realized she'd won.
She dazedly looked at Lim Sarang.
"Kang Minjeong, 0 points for 1-on-1 sparring. Not for the loss—for your actions. Foolish and stupid. Yoo Gayoung..."
"Yes."
"Adapting to semen is good, but prepare for uncertainties."
"Yes."
Sometimes you'd fight on Dick Water. Train to adapt output shifts fast. Yoo Gayoung knew.
After Lim Sarang's eval, Yoo Gayoung stood. Pinned Kang Minjeong sniffled. Humiliated by defeat.
Yoo Gayoung ignored her. Next time, no easy win. Power gap too big. Today's was mostly luck.
'Hyunwoo...'
Yoo Gayoung proudly sought Lee Hyunwoo. Wanted to thank him for enabling this. But—
"Would be perfect with popcorn here."
Lee Hyunwoo sat picking his nose. Dick rock-hard. Slurping away. Getting serviced by two girls.
"Yoo Gayoung!"
Spotting her, Lee Hyunwoo waved. Beckoning her over. Jeong Sua and Heuk Seolha looked up. The dick and balls they'd sucked glistened with spit.
"About to cum using the girls! You worked hard, come eat quick!"
Captain thought of her. Worn from sparring, so he'd give semen. Should be happy. Other girls envious. Why then—
'Embarrassing...'
A feeling she'd never known before.