Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: N/A
Chapter Title: Walls Are Meant to Be Overcome
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Walls are there to be climbed over.
They said if they just caught me, everyone else would be released safely.
Lee Gok was already imprisoned by the Salmanyu Clan.
I could guess that one of my other party members, who fought the Clan Head yesterday, wasn't in a safe state either.
In the worst case, they might be on the brink of death.
On top of that, I was facing an opponent on a completely different level—one an A-rank hunter could never hope to beat.
So, was it right to give up here?
Shake shake.
...No.
At least if my sacrifice brought back Seolgi, maybe.
But to sacrifice myself for a worse outcome? No way. I'd push forward to the end.
Rescue Seolgi as originally planned.
Rescue Lee Gok, trapped in the Salmanyu Clan.
And save every other party member too. All by myself.
Because a man with a massive cock couldn't call himself one if he couldn't protect the women he'd claimed.
"A woman's mouth... isn't there for threats like that."
"......"
"A woman's mouth is there to suck cock—not for eating food or talking."
I told Emma the Clan Head straight-up, like a real man laying down the obvious truth, that she should cut the bullshit threats.
Then I focused the black mana once more into my right fist, where sensation was slowly returning.
"Black mana again?"
"Yes."
"I've already felt the limits of that power. It won't work on me anymore."
Sure, it might not measure up to a 200-year-old Clan Head pussy.
But that's exactly why I had to do it.
A woman can spread her legs and close them if it's no good, but a man drops his pants and has to creampie her no matter what—destiny demands it.
That's why I fought.
Crackle crackle.
"Corrosive."
"Dark punch!"
Boom!
My all-out dark punch collided with Emma the Clan Head's fist once more.
But this time, it went beyond poison—it was corrosive, scattering bone and flesh.
Unbelievable, but I could see the black mana around my right fist dissolving into the female's power.
"Urgh...!"
If this kept up, I'd lose my entire arm.
But pulling back now? No telling where that strike would hit me.
It felt like facing a cocky whore who kept squeezing after you'd just cum.
Legs going weak at the waist.
But you know what?
This was nothing compared to the crises I'd endured during endless orgasm sex with Levi to impregnate her.
"If yours is a 200-year-trained chewy pussy..."
"...?"
"Then this side's the world's strongest mega cock!!"
Whoosh.
"?! Flames...?"
If your dick size fell short, use technique. If technique wasn't enough, develop her body sloppy with something else.
Just like now.
"Fire Cannon!"
The Fire Cannon I used to wield summoned a massive sniper rifle that fired red laser beams.
But awakened now, I didn't need such 'tools' anymore.
True studs never blame their tools.
So I infused my dark punch fist with Fire Cannon mana, mixing them into the ultimate strike that ravaged both holes front and back.
"Dark Annihilation Punch!"
Splat.
"Guh?!"
For the first time, my blow sent Emma the Clan Head flying back.
At the same time, a fresh spray of clear fluid arcing through the air.
She squirted after all.
Landing back in place, the Clan Head dripped transparent streams from between her legs, clutching her lower belly especially hard.
Looked like that strike had penetrated straight to her womb.
"To think I'd squirt without my Clan Head custom dildo..."
"A real woman shakes her ass seductively when a man pounds her—that's the charm."
Meanwhile, my right fist.
Charred black marks, but I could clench and unclench it, so it was still good for more fighting.
In other words, my attacks were landing on the Clan Head.
Now I really felt like I could win.
"Hoo... haa!"
That technique from before.
Dark crimson mana beyond the dark punch, fused into the Dark Annihilation Punch.
I recalled that power, about to charge at the stunned Emma the Clan Head.
The next moment.
"Even so, you've barely crossed the threshold."
"...!"
"At best, you're on par with Gok—or a bit below."
Emma the Clan Head straightened her stance, mentioning Lee Gok, whom she'd defeated.
That was before I felt the mana leaking from her body, enough to tear apart the very space we stood in.
"Let me show you the essence of a hunter."
"...?! No way...?"
"Yes, just as you guessed—my 'Ultimate Technique.'"
The ability known as a hunter's strongest and final technique.
Ultimate Technique.
A pinnacle skill only the absolute top hunters could wield—one I hadn't reached yet.
And she was using it just when I thought I could fight?
"Honestly, I'm impressed. To think a man could grow this strong."
"Tch!"
"Consider it an honor. In over 200 years, fewer than five have seen me use my Ultimate Technique."
And at the same time.
"Only one survived."
Here's hoping I'd be the second.
Too bad miracles like that were best not hoped for.
One orgasm wasn't enough—she was just getting started.
'This is seriously dangerous.'
What could Emma the Clan Head's Ultimate Technique be?
Even Levi as support might not overcome it—cold sweat already beading.
But I'd done it before.
Once a man bares his chest, he creampies no matter what...
Stab.
"Gah?!"
"...?"
As a man's duty... though...
Thud.
From Kim Yongchan's gut, who was about to become a moth to the flame, protruded a human arm out of nowhere.
As if piercing straight through his soul, Yongchan had no wound despite the arm emerging, but he collapsed unconscious to the floor.
And as Emma the Clan Head panicked at the sudden event.
"Sorry, but this stage seems a bit early for Yongchan yet."
"You!"
"Long time no see, Emma Clan Head."
"Im Eonnyeon?"
Emerging with the fallen man on her back was the rear guard of Seolgi's rescue team.
Im Eonnyeon, Korea Branch Chief of the Hunter Association—called the face of Korean hunters.
"Impressive. I thought the coward who vanished after the Korean War would never show again."
"That was the plan. But I couldn't let such a fine man die over one of my principles."
How many had she sacrificed over centuries to reach this point?
Im Eonnyeon had retreated from the front lines after the last great war, unable to bear the pain.
But this man with the spark of life in his eyes—it had been ages.
He reminded her of that man from the past... the one who'd fought alongside her... alongside us.
She wanted to protect this boy who echoed him.
That's why she'd trampled her convictions to come here.
"Pathetic. If you'd used your power sooner, none of this would have happened."
"I won't... deny it."
"If you'd moved fastest! Seolgi wouldn't have pushed herself this far! And now this coward dares block my path?!"
In a blink, Emma the Clan Head leaped behind Im Eonnyeon, who carried Yongchan on her back.
But before her corrosive hand could pierce, Im Eonnyeon leaped behind the Clan Head in turn.
"Sorry, but I'm not so old I'll fall to that."
"...You grabbed my back—why not stab?"
"I'm not here to fight."
"Oh? Still arrogant. ...Or do you still think you're the strongest?"
She'd shown an opening on purpose.
To test if the coward was as sharp as in the past.
And the result? As expected, she was.
The bloodline of a hero who could turn the world's top ten clans into eleven—yet she'd chosen lifelong celibacy like a fool.
Emma the Clan Head seethed at ever calling such a one 'comrade.'
Even now, blocking everyone's happy ending—she'd end that comrade here with her own hands.
"Ultimate Technique..."
"You, not here...?!"
"What? I was going to use it on that boy anyway."
The moment she began deploying it.
"Hey..."
"...?"
"Am I weally that cute-wute?"
Squish!!!
T-this bastard...
Could she still use that ability at her age?
A mental power unrivaled in this sex-crazed reversed world, arguably the strongest.
Matching her succubus-like looks, Im Eonnyeon ruled as a top global powerhouse thanks to this Charm ability.
Yes, in a world drowned in lust, Charm was inevitably supreme.
And it even worked on the same sex.
The catch? The user had to strike a 'pose' alluring enough to enchant.
"So embawassing...!"
"Embarrassed? Then stop! Ultimate Technique..."
"Am I weally that cute-wute?"
"Urgh?! So... cute...!"
"Kyaaaaaaaa?! So shamefuw...!"
"Then quit it!"
A hag over 200, puckering her lips in a pouty duck-face wink, desperately posing cutely.
It was the ultimate(?) ability, torturous for both viewer and performer alike.