The Arena of Legal Sniping (7)
Myeong-yun had now achieved an 84-win streak.
As the number of consecutive victories climbed higher, the level of those who dared to challenge him gradually rose as well.
Those who had been defeated returned for another round, and as time passed, even more seasoned challengers emerged. The broadcast’s excitement grew hotter by the minute.
After all, when one spoke of veterans in ‘For Honor’, it meant the server was packed with highly skilled concept characters.
The collision of countless different worldviews created endlessly entertaining situations.
“O wicked seed of evil from the East! In the name of the Goddess of Light and Salt, I shall pass judgment upon you!”
“Hoh.”
“Behold the sacred radiance! Goddess, grant strength to your lamb!”
In his 85th match, Myeong-yun faced a heavily armored knight wielding a massive morning star.
The round onion-like plates of his armor looked almost comical.
“Come forth.”
“Uwooooooooooo—!!”
The inquisitor used his enormous frame to launch a brutal body charge.
His heavy form thundered across the ground as he attempted a crushing tackle.
Myeong-yun stepped lightly to the side and casually tripped him.
The inquisitor nearly lost his balance and toppled over, but somehow recovered and used his shifted center of gravity to swing the morning star.
The weapon was vicious, its surface covered in cruel, razor-sharp spikes.
It was the perfect tool for cracking open the skulls of heretics.
Faced with a weapon he had never seen before, Myeong-yun pondered for a brief moment before reaching out.
He slipped his fingers between the spikes and stopped the morning star mid-swing as it hurtled toward him.
“Eh, ehh?”
“You need more training. Do you only believe in your god and neglect physical discipline?”
“Y-you bastard!”
The inquisitor yanked the morning star back and swung it at Myeong-yun once more.
The heavy weapon was certainly threatening, but when Myeong-yun casually dodged, it slammed into the ground instead.
Myeong-yun did not miss the opening.
His lightning-fast high kick slammed precisely into the man’s temple.
Though the knight wore a helmet, it could not completely absorb the impact.
The inquisitor staggered, then collapsed on the spot.
Winner: ‘Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun’
Once again, the match ended in the blink of an eye.
The entire fight had lasted just over a minute.
Since this battle had not been particularly difficult either, Myeong-yun waited with his hands clasped behind his back for the loser to leave the arena.
The inquisitor let out a sinister chuckle and spoke.
“Hehehe… Heavenly Demon, do not rejoice too much. My comrades will soon come for you…!”
The inquisitor had clearly meant it as a threat, yet Myeong-yun merely smirked and replied.
“That sounds rather entertaining.”
Myeong-yun was genuinely looking forward to it.
He wondered what sort of people the inquisitor’s so-called “comrades” were.
And whether they would be capable of entertaining him.
When Myeong-yun queued for the next match, his opponent appeared wearing leather armor and wielding a nimble rapier.
He looked less like a knight or swordsman and more like a mercenary.
The man grinned at Myeong-yun and declared,
“Nice to meet you, Heavenly Demon. Today you will definitely fall. You won’t even reach that 100-win streak you’ve been dreaming of!”
“Hmm. As time passes, it seems increasingly strange fellows keep showing up one after another.”
“Hiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!! Ultra-Fast 24-Stab Rush—!!”
Myeong-yun was somewhat curious himself.
He dodged the opponent’s frenzied rapier thrusts without even looking while reading the chat.
He didn’t even need to ask—the chat was already explaining everything in exhaustive detail.
The messages flew by so quickly that many were buried in seconds, yet Myeong-yun caught every single one with perfect accuracy.
The “comrades” the inquisitor had mentioned were undoubtedly these people.
“Die—!!”
Myeong-yun lightly deflected the rapier thrust aimed at his chest with the back of his hand, then slammed his palm into the man’s jaw.
A heavy thud echoed as the opponent’s body lifted into the air.
While the man staggered from the jaw strike, a barrage of fists slammed into his face.
Winner: ‘Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun’
Myeong-yun had ended the fight even faster than he had against the inquisitor.
“These fellows are like the black path organizations of old. A group formed by gathering only the worst sort of scum.”
It seemed that, just like when he had faced Rudolph, quite a few people had suffered at their hands.
Players with decent skill who nevertheless ruined the game for everyone else.
From the flood of messages, Myeong-yun roughly grasped their reputation and spoke.
“Destroying black path organizations was something this seat excelled at the most. When one first stepped into the martial world, it was common practice to encounter a few black path thugs, beat them down, and earn travel money in the process.”
Myeong-yun nodded to himself as he queued for the next match and continued.
“The number of black path organizations this seat has crushed cannot even be counted on one’s fingers.”
Heavenly Demon Cult: The world’s largest megacorporation lol
Seeing the chat filled with requests to properly educate the veteran cartel of ‘For Honor,’ Myeong-yun gave a small nod.
The broadcast had been growing somewhat stagnant anyway. A change of pace was exactly what was needed.
‘How delightful. They come offering themselves as perfect streaming material.’
For some reason, wonderful things always seemed to happen whenever he streamed.
Myeong-yun declared,
“Then let us fill the remaining wins by completely crushing every last one of those fellows.”
The moment Myeong-yun made his declaration, a new match was found.
This time, his opponent held a whip in one hand.
It was a type of enemy he had not encountered until now.
Their combat style was utterly underhanded. They kept their distance and only swung the whip, showing no intention of actually fighting.
It was the kind of warrior Myeong-yun disliked the most.
No, calling them warriors was already too generous.
“You can’t even get close! Just stand there sucking your thumb and watch while you get beaten to death!”
Myeong-yun dodged the incoming whip several times before his expression twisted into a frown.
He had not expected them to stoop this low.
He had thought they would be better than the black path organizations of his previous life, but it seemed he was wrong.
Perhaps having grown smarter in the modern age had only made them more cunning.
Regardless, there was only one thing Myeong-yun needed to do.
“No matter what tricks you employ, the outcome will not change.”
Myeong-yun snatched the whip flying toward him in an instant.
He wrapped it around his hand and yanked hard. The opponent holding the other end was instantly dragged forward.
“Huh?”
“Since you brought a whip, you must have been prepared to be whipped as well, no?”
Myeong-yun gave the whip another quick twist. The weapon slipped from the man’s grasp and instantly coiled tightly around his neck.
The situation had been completely reversed with a single fluid motion.
The opponent struggled desperately to free his neck, but the whip was wound too tightly to loosen.
“Kek, cough, hack!”
“Since you dared challenge this seat, you must have been prepared for at least this much.”
Winner: ‘Heavenly Demon Myeong-yun’
Thus, Myeong-yun demonstrated his mercilessness by strangling his opponent to death with the very whip he had brought.
Only after the victory message appeared did he release the whip. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as he spoke.
“Everyone, look forward to it. Watching them get smashed apart one by one will surely be quite amusing.”
To think they would pull such cute little tricks.
Memories of destroying black path organizations in his previous life came flooding back.
There had been no need to seek them out. Simply beating up a couple of their underlings was enough for the boss to come running on his own.
He had earned quite a lot of money back then.
They had been diligent savers, unfortunately. Since this was virtual reality, it seemed he would not be able to extort any money from them.
And so, starting from the very next match, Myeong-yun’s merciless massacre began in earnest.
Every subsequent opponent appeared to belong to the ‘For Honor’ cartel. They all chose long-range weapons and attempted to drain Myeong-yun’s stamina from afar.
Yet none of their efforts worked against him.
He would snatch incoming crossbow bolts out of the air and hurl them back, piercing his enemies’ skulls.
Those who brought whips met the same fate as the previous one—their own weapons wrapped around their necks until they collapsed.
They tried every possible method to sap his stamina—ranged attacks, fleeing, every dirty trick in the book.
In the end, Myeong-yun carved deep trauma into their hearts.
This was what people called “proper education.”
He crushed them all with overwhelming skill so thoroughly that they would never dare set foot in this arena again.
He showed them that with half-hearted ability, they could not even touch the hem of his robe.
That was the nature of the Heavenly Demon.
An ‘unreasonable’ existence.
Myeong-yun once again proved that he was the tactical nuke of the VTuber world.
A monster no one could approach.
And when only two wins remained until his 100th consecutive victory,
A massive warrior finally appeared before him.
Long braids of beard hung down his chest. His armor was light, protecting only vital areas.
His bulging muscles and the countless scars etched across them radiated pure ferocity.
The horned helmet atop his head made his identity perfectly clear.
“FOR HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONOR—!!!”
An earth-shaking roar that filled the entire arena.
In his 99th match, Myeong-yun faced a Viking wielding two enormous battle axes.
Myeong-yun twitched an eyebrow at the deafening bellow that assaulted his eardrums and said,
“You certainly have a loud voice.”