Chapter 25

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Translator: Ryuma

Chapter: 25

Chapter Title: Crushing the Wraith Hunter

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Borgo's other hand shot forward with blinding speed.

Jamad swiftly tried to block that hand too, but Borgo hadn't been aiming at Jamad in the first place. No, his target was the hand gripping him.

Slash!

"...Not bad."

"You dare... try to teach me!? Ha!"

Crackle...

Borgo's regenerative powers kicked into overdrive, faster than before. The branch-like stump of his arm had already regrown into its original form.

'Borgo's getting stronger by the second.'

Kang Seol sensed time was running out.

The longer this dragged on, the quicker, crueler, and more resilient Borgo became.

'This might be... our last chance.'

The final opportunity for Kang Seol and Jamad to take Borgo down. The weight of the burden on Jamad's shoulders felt immense.

"What's with that grim face? Think you can't win?"

Borgo taunted them.

And he had reason to be cocky.

Even though Jamad had unleashed Earthquake Stance, Borgo—who had already landed a critical hit on him once before—had no reason to fear him.

"I'll show you exactly what happens to anyone who gets in my way. You oversized troll brat."

"Amusing."

Whoosh!

Shing!

Borgo summoned a longsword into his regenerated hand. The blade emanated an ominous aura.

Without hesitation, he charged straight at Jamad.

Had he forgotten the pain entirely? Or had the relentless battle transformed him into someone entirely new?

But Jamad wasn't standing idle either.

Rumble...

Jamad's aura shifted dramatically.

The sturdy, almost comforting energy turned feral, like a beast unleashed.

He hadn't been fighting at full strength either.

"I'll awaken you as well."

Jamad's stance solidified.

His arms extended slightly forward, legs spread wide and rooted firmly to the ground.

To Kang Seol, it looked utterly impenetrable.

Borgo sensed it too.

So he made a bold choice.

"Just smash it apart!"

A body that kept regenerating.

A body that had forgotten pain.

Borgo was undoubtedly evolving.

Whoosh!

Whirl!

The swords in both hands slashed toward Jamad in unison.

"Immature."

Jamad scolded him sternly, as if disappointed by such sloppy swordplay, and flicked both arms in an instant.

Like a miracle, Borgo's arms were caught in his grasp.

"Wha...?"

Slither.

Jamad's arms smoothly slipped under Borgo's armpits. Borgo struggled to break free, but escaping Jamad's grip was impossible.

"Let... let go!"

"As you wish."

Jamad raised his right foot and delivered a brutal kick to Borgo's chest.

Boom!

Crack!

"Gaaaargh...!"

The recoil sent Borgo flying in a pathetic heap.

His armor remained intact—remarkably sturdy, uncracked and unbent—but both arms had been severed and were clutched in Jamad's hands.

"Grrrr... It huuuurts..."

Borgo, who hadn't flinched even when slicing off his own hand, was clearly reeling this time. His back arched in agony.

"Get up. Surely this isn't the end?"

"I'll kill you... kill you dead, you savage troll scum...!"

"If you'd seen me in my prime, you wouldn't dare say that. Every human I faced begged for mercy. Or no... wait..."

Jamad flashed a monstrous grin.

"In the end, they all begged me to kill them?"

Crackle...

Borgo had already finished regenerating. He lunged at Jamad the moment he stood, but hesitated upon realizing he had no weapon.

Whip!

A long spear materialized in his hand.

This time, Borgo moved cautiously, circling Jamad and probing for an opening.

"You're scared."

"Me? Me? The great Borgo?"

"Not so?"

"Ha! Don't make me laugh!"

Whoosh!

Jamad moved first this time.

A heavy surge of energy tore through the ground toward Borgo.

Swoosh!

Borgo reflexively swung his spear with sharp precision, but Jamad deflected it effortlessly.

Borgo irritably hurled the spear away.

Seizing the moment as Jamad blocked it, he gripped two sharp daggers, aiming to overwhelm him with speed.

"Haat! Die! Die!"

Shwick!

Shwick!

"Die already!"

Swoosh!

Jamad evaded every strike with the simplest of motions.

Then he counterattacked.

"Eager, but undisciplined."

Flash.

Clang!

"Kgh...!"

"Fast, but lacking resolve."

Flash flash.

Thud!

"Grah!"

"Rude and utterly frivolous."

Thwack.

Boom!

Jamad's fist slammed into Borgo's chest.

He went flying and crashed hard.

"Cough...!"

Black blood gushed from Borgo's mouth.

"What... what the hell are you...?"

"A savage troll, as you said."

"How... how can you beat me, Borgo? This doesn't make sense!"

"It does. The world is full of things beyond comprehension."

Jamad glanced at Kang Seol mid-sentence, perhaps recalling the moment Kang Seol had defeated him.

"But that's what makes it fun."

"Sh-shut up! It's not over yet!"

Watching Jamad dominate Borgo, Kang Seol recalled the lore of the Rock Fang Tribe.

When selecting a great chieftain, they didn't just consider sorcery prowess.

Mental fortitude, physical robustness, technical mastery—all were weighed.

Mael had said Jamad ranked among the greatest chieftains in history for ability and dignity.

He was the tribe's grand sorcerer, a dignified leader, and a battle-hardened fighter.

No way he'd fall to a mere brutal relic hunter.

'Borgo is feeling pain.'

Proof Jamad's attacks were landing.

Jamad was likely biding his time for the killing blow.

'It'll be over soon.'

Borgo ground his teeth, glaring at Jamad.

"Raaagh!"

...
A barrage of treasures floated up around Jamad.

Sharp blades and blunt weapons all aimed at him.

"Diiiie!"

Flash flash flash!

Even Kang Seol, who trusted Jamad completely, felt sweat beading on his palms at the sheer audacity of the assault.

Surviving unscathed in that onslaught didn't look easy.

Treasures rained down on Jamad, obscuring him from view.

With his special ability triggered to boot.

Borgo swung his longsword in a massive arc toward Jamad.

Whooooosh!

Kang Seol shouted urgently.

"Jamad!"

Thud.

"Uh... uhh...?"

Crack...

Jamad was encased in rock-hard armor. A technique that suited him perfectly.

Borgo's attack didn't even scratch it.

Thrust...

Jamad seized Borgo's sword and plunged it between his ribs.

"Gahk... gaargh...!"

"Regeneration finished?"

Crunch!

Jamad jammed the sword into the soft wall behind, impaling Borgo and pinning him like a trophy.

"Hurts... so much pain...!"

"Still looking down on me?"

"Stop... I'm scared... please...!"

Blood pooled beneath Borgo as he bled out.

"Please... just kill me now... it hurts...!"

Jamad grinned like a demon.

"In the end, even you say it."

Jamad's massive hand gently gripped Borgo's helmet.

"Hand... such a huge hand! ...Too big? Heh."

"No, that's your fear."

Squish crunch!

Borgo's head crushed helmet and all.

Silence fell.

Borgo regenerated no more.

"Hah... hah...!"

Jamad panted heavily; he'd expended no small amount of effort.

Kang Seol stayed silent in that moment, but the viewers went wild.

Messages flooded the screen soon after.

Jamad turned to Kang Seol.

"Told you to trust me."

Kang Seol nodded.

Jamad snorted in satisfaction, exhaling sharply.

"Hmph."

Kang Seol approached the reward chest alongside Jamad.

Brilliant light enveloped him.

He threw it open without hesitation.

Creeeak...

Click!

Kang Seol eyed the reward list curiously.

'...Armor? Helmet?'

Items that flashed through his mind.

These were the ones that had shone brightly enough for him to set aside, yet their sinister aura had made him pass them over.

'Borgo was forcing them to work for him.'

Now purified and in his hands. Kang Seol let out a wry chuckle at the bizarre twist.

Kang Seol had gotten everything he'd expected, so he moved to check the detailed stats.

Whirr...

"...Hm?"

But a strange noise made him turn his head.

"Izmokhan?"

Izmokhan's statue had reverted to its original goddess form, radiating pure white light.

And Jamad stood before it.

The statue spoke.

The messages weren't over yet.