Chapter 733
Chapter 733
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 733
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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I didn't want to release the javelin stance I'd finally set up, not with arrows flying at me from three directions at once.
And what Choi Da-yeon was aiming for wasn't to hit me—it was to force me into using my cooldown on defense. I had no intention of getting dragged along by her plan.
'Barrier.'
A portion of my mana drained away as a transparent barrier enveloped my body. The three arrows slammed into it. They bounced off, and the barrier shattered. Its size and strength depend on the mana invested—just right for this moment.
"One hit from this, and you'll snap to attention."
Boom!
With a thunderous roar, the spear tore through the air toward Choi Da-yeon.
She made full use of her mid-air maneuverability, kicking off the sky to dart sideways. Just as I could easily deflect or dodge arrows coming straight at me, she could slip past a javelin thrown head-on.
But there was a key difference. I could swat away or block her arrows. She couldn't block my javelin—her physical stats just weren't up to it. Dodging was her only option.
'She can't dodge forever.'
The moment she evaded the first javelin, I hurled the second. She slid through the air like silk to avoid it, but the forced movement opened a gap. The third spear pierced her left calf.
"Ugh!"
She plummeted like a butterfly with torn wings. Biting her lip to stifle a scream was at least praiseworthy.
'The basics sealed it—the spar was over before it began. One more to the chest, and it's done.'
Her downfall? Over-relying on Mid-Air Maneuver (C). She'd have fared better sticking to the ground.
'...But ending it now wouldn't drive the point home. I need to etch myself into her mind for good.'
I launched the fourth javelin, targeting her right shoulder. She'd endure the pain and counterattack—she was too proud to quit here, especially with all those eyes on her.
'Huh?'
Choi Da-yeon responded unexpectedly. She gripped an arrow and smacked away the incoming spear. Her hand shattered along with the arrow, blood spraying. But this was the simulator—her hand reformed in a second. Only possible in here.
Her bow gleamed gold and grew massive. She slammed its tip into the ground like a stand and nocked my fourth spear onto the string. It wasn't a bow anymore—it was a ballista.
The spear flew back at me.
I was genuinely surprised. It was hurtling at nearly the same speed I'd thrown it.
'No need to throw it back like that. Guess she's pissed. Moment.'
The world slowed. I clearly saw the spear aimed at my chest, spinning end over end. I reached out with my right hand and grabbed the shaft. My palm scraped, but I had it firm.
"......"
I flashed a smirk at Choi Da-yeon, her eyes wide in shock.
Her face hardened as she gripped her shrunken bow. She soared back into the sky.
"If it's no different from before, I'll be disappointed."
"Disappointed? Don't act like you're above me. I couldn't care less about some nobody's disappointment."
"Your tone's gotten rough, Choi Da-yeon."
"......"
Arrows rained down—not carefully aimed like before, but rapid-fired on instinct. I batted them all aside with my spear. A few veered to hit my blind spots, but they couldn't fool my senses.
"You're out of arrows. How about surrendering?"
"I've got plenty."
Choi Da-yeon turned her back to the sun. I stared her down calmly. A normal eye might've been blinded, but mine were special—I could look straight at it.
She drew her bowstring with her empty hand. Sunlight gathered into an arrow of pure light.
'Arrow of Heat.'
The golden arrow blazed fiercely—far hotter than any fireball. But that wasn't the real threat. I knew her better than she knew herself.
The solar arrow streaked toward me, trailing golden light.
I summoned lightning.
Crackle-crackle.
Blue electricity surged along the spear shaft. I swung, smashing the golden arrow. The intangible projectile vanished effortlessly.
'Here comes the real one.'
The gold arrow was just a marker. The true assault: hundreds of tiny arrows firing from the sun behind her.
Arrows forged from solar heat.
Her maximum output.
'Impressive at a glance. But up close, each one's unstable and weak. A technique banking on one trait alone. No need for Moca.'
I could handle this solo.
'Moment.'
In the slowed world, I infused lightning into the spear and readied my stance. Moment released. The charge wasn't quite enough.
'Moment.'
Again. To the limit.
'Moment.'
I hurled the primed thunder spear without hesitation. It blasted through the heat arrows, its lightning shredding hundreds in an instant.
Choi Da-yeon couldn't dodge. By the time she reacted, it was point-blank. The spear pierced her abdomen. Her body tumbled downward.
Thud!
The impact echoed loudly.
The teacher's voice boomed through the simulator room speakers.
"That's enough. Match over. Combat terminated."
-Aurora Simulator shutting down in 5 seconds.
The virtual veil lifted as the sim ended. The meadow reverted to hard flooring, blue sky to gray ceiling. The endless space shrank to normal.
'Feels surreal how the world flips in a blink.'
As I marveled at the Aurora Simulator, Choi Da-yeon stood and exited without a word, bow in hand, her expression blank. Her elegant, haughty stride was faster than when she'd entered.
'Playing it cool, but she's dying inside. Heh.'
I took my time following her out.
Outside was quiet. I'd expected cheers like from Han Hwa-seong, but no—most students eyed me warily. I was their rival. Upperclassmen and teachers, though, were purely impressed.
The second-years buzzed especially loud. I amplified my hearing with mana.
"37th class is no joke... That wasn't kidding. I'd lose to that underclassman in three minutes flat."
"You think you'd last three? Try one."
"Perfect fit for our club."
"Rumors say he's Sung Ha-ri's son... Might be true."
Sung Ha-ri's name popped up everywhere. By tomorrow or the next day, the whole academy might know.
'Doesn't matter. Wasn't hiding it anyway.'
My gaze trailed Choi Da-yeon. She never looked back, hurrying to her dorm.
???
Back in her dorm, Choi Da-yeon locked the front door and stormed into the master bedroom.
"Aaaargh!"
Thwack! Thud! Thud! Thud!
She bellowed as she pummeled the central sandbag with fists and kicks. Sloppy moves—this wasn't training, just venting stress wildly.
"Me! I lost to that loser?!"
Her face flushed crimson, tears welling. Humiliation burned.
Before the spar, she'd overheard academy talk: Sung Yu-jin was a spirit user. No deep intel, just chatter.
"He didn't even summon a spirit!"
She'd given her all; he'd barely tried, not even showing his true power. Losing to a spiritless spirit user? Mortifying rage.
"Aaaargh!"
Her scream echoed harmlessly—the dorm's soundproofing, done right after moving in, contained it.
"So hot!"
She stripped off her workout clothes, down to a clinging T-shirt and panties, then resumed pounding the bag. Her breasts bounced wildly.
"Of all times, with everyone watching...!"
She backed off the bag. Usually enough, but not today. She charged the female mannequin in the corner.
Time for Mom Choi Jung-hwa's stress-relief trick. She yanked its hair hard.
Screeech.
The custom dummy held firm. She followed with slaps and kicks.
"Die! Die! Sung Yu-jin! Aaaargh!"
She wrestled it to the floor, rolling in fury. Her raw yells cracked. No real training—just eyeballing pro moves on the dummy.
Ten minutes later, calmer, she panted upright. Sweat drenched her—hair, panties, everything soaked.
She stepped out, checked her phone: 20 missed calls. Half from class followers, half from Yi Kang-hu. Quick text to followers, call to him.
"Miss! Finally! You okay?!"
"Shut up. Get to the point. Not calling for chit-chat."
"I was worried..."
"You, pitying me? Some lackey?"
"N-no! Just got intel from the info team on Sung Yu-jin!"
Her hand drifted to her abdomen unconsciously. No wound—virtual spar. Yet the spear's pierce lingered vividly, aching faintly.
"...Spill."
"Sung Yu-jin is Sung Ha-ri's son!"
"Sung Ha-ri..."
Choi Da-yeon recalled her mother Choi Jung-hwa's words—odd grudge against Sung Ha-ri. Called her a brute, threatened to bald her. Yet acknowledged as top hero.
"Yes! Son of Heaven's Thunderclap! Orders from above: avoid friction with him as much as possible. B-but, Miss... we've already..."
Click.
She hung up. No need to hear a servant out.
Relief washed over. Not some nobody—Sung Ha-ri's son, whom even Mom couldn't beat. Losing made sense.
"No wonder the skill if he's her son."
She gulped cold water in the kitchen, flopped on the living room couch, flicked on the overpriced TV. After channel-surfing, she played a video.
"Aaah! Aaah! Oh my god! Ungh! Aaah!"
A black-haired woman fucked an Asian man sloppily. The actor resembled Sung Yu-jin vaguely, cock rivaling black porn stars—huge, though a bit soft-looking.
Choi Da-yeon cranked the volume, stared intently, then peeled off her sweaty panties. Her crotch steamed; the slick fluid wasn't just sweat—too sticky.
"...Hngh..."
Her slender hand slid down. Fingers parted her folds; her long middle finger deftly slipped into her virgin-tight hole without tearing anything.