Chapter 72
Chapter 72
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: The End of the Inescapable Onslaught
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How badly injured was he?
His thigh wound hadn't even fully healed yet.
Myung-su's tightly shut eyes snapped open.
And the scene that unfolded entered his sight.
"How do you like that?"
Myung-su's twin daggers were crossed and gripped firmly in Yong-un's hand.
In a desperate bid to block the onslaught, he had unleashed his internal energy in a explosive burst.
With all his heart, he had swung them in One Kill, aiming to cleave everything in sight.
Yet every ounce of Myung-su's sincere fury had been caught—both daggers—in Yong-un's single hand.
"H-How...?"
Myung-su knew better than anyone just how devastating One Kill was as a dagger art.
He had believed no one could ever block it.
But how could anyone snatch not just one, but both of those lightning-fast daggers with a single hand?
Myung-su's gaze instinctively swept over Yong-un's body, searching for any sign of injury.
"I taught you this move. You think it'd work on me?"
Yong-un smirked and released the daggers.
"Ah..."
Was the shock so great that his mind had frozen?
Only then did he finally grasp the dire situation he'd been in.
"Chairman!"
Myung-su hurriedly scanned his own body and the area around him.
And a chill raced across his skin.
The ground was littered with daggers and crumpled assassins.
But in the one-meter radius around Myung-su and Yong-un, there wasn't a single mark.
As if the space itself had been sliced away and stitched back together.
"Target sighted."
The surprise was fleeting.
Three elite assassins materialized in a triangular formation centered on Myung-su and Yong-un.
So stealthily and swiftly that Myung-su's senses couldn't even register them.
One-Kill launched his blades from his fingertips with One Kill.
Gold-Kill swung his oversized dagger, infused with internal energy, in one hand.
And Earth-Kill...
He unleashed a torrent of rampant internal energy, bulking his muscles to their absolute limit.
Daggers laced with energy. A massive dagger. And fists swollen large enough to pulverize in a single grip.
Myung-su swiftly positioned himself in front of Yong-un, crossing his daggers.
"I'll block th—"
"That's not your job."
Yong-un placed a hand on Myung-su's shoulder.
Stepping forward, Yong-un abruptly compressed his demonic energy and detonated it.
Bang!
The ear-rattling shockwave obliterated every incoming attack and hurled Earth-Kill backward.
The elite assassins' assault was utterly dismantled by a single casual swing.
But Yong-un's momentum didn't stop there.
"Child's play compared to the God of War."
Gripping Myung-su's shoulder, he hoisted him up effortlessly.
With a light toss forward, he then yanked the Chairman in with a surge of demonic energy.
"Hup!"
Caught off-guard by the sudden pull, the Chairman—ever the veteran elite assassin—quickly righted himself and landed steadily.
Myung-su flipped through the air and touched down as well.
When they both raised their heads, Myung-su and the Chairman faced off with roughly two meters between them.
"Think I waited around for no reason?"
"You bastard..."
The Chairman's face twisted into an Asura-like mask of murderous intent as he moved to act.
But Yong-un didn't spare him a glance. Instead, he stared at Myung-su and stirred his demonic energy.
"Handle your business yourself."
With demonic energy roiling around him, Yong-un stomped the ground lightly.
The earth quaked violently enough to stagger the surrounding assassins.
Rumble...
Rocks erupted from the fissured ground.
Carved and lifted by demonic energy and telekinetic force, the terrain sank into a deep pit—swallowing Myung-su and the Chairman in an instant.
A massive circular boulder now dominated the clearing.
Yong-un landed lightly atop it and perched casually on the rock that had claimed Myung-su and the Chairman.
He gazed down at the assassins, stunned by his otherworldly might.
"Wait your turn. Your fates get decided down there."
Bang! Bang bang!
"Why won't it break?!"
The Chairman's brainwashed orders pierced through to the elite assassins, no matter the distance.
At first, it was to hold position. But as time dragged on, it shifted to rescue him.
They unleashed volley after volley to slay Yong-un, the rock's guardian—but his inhuman power dwarfed them entirely.
Every attack fizzled. Regular assassins dropped one by one.
In the end, only the three elites remained.
Heeding the Chairman's final command, they abandoned assaults on Yong-un and hammered the boulder instead.
Yong-un even cleared space for their strikes from rock to vantage point, but the stone didn't budge an inch.
"What the hell do we do?! Earth-Kill! Put your back into it!"
"Shut your trap! I'm giving it everything—what more do you want?!"
Earth-Kill bellowed back at Gold-Kill's yell.
The boulder was pocked with countless fist craters—all Earth-Kill's handiwork—so Gold-Kill averted his eyes.
At that moment, One-Kill—who'd abandoned hurling daggers—slowly rose and fixed Yong-un with a glare.
"Kill the target. Problem solved."
Gold-Kill and Earth-Kill shook their heads at One-Kill's proposal.
"We tried that already. He's a monster—not some S-Rank Hunter messing around in the world rankings for show."
"I'm against it too. I'd have done it if possible."
One-Kill clenched a dagger and shouted at their defeatism.
"Night Killer Society doesn't do surrender. Him being here means Plan B: hostages are in play."
"Ah... Moon-Kill's here too. Two of us should be plenty."
Gold-Kill nodded eagerly at the realization and eyed Earth-Kill.
"I'm in."
Earth-Kill rose too, as if struck by the same idea.
He shot Yong-un a look.
"You hold the target?"
One-Kill nodded.
"I'll manage somehow. Go! Chairman might not last!"
Gold-Kill and Earth-Kill nodded and began backing away slowly.
The instant they tensed to bolt from the area—
Yong-un's voice, from his patient vigil, thundered through their skulls.
"Trash gets executed on sight, fate be damned."
One-Kill, Gold-Kill, and Earth-Kill all clutched their heads, writhing in agony.
But it passed quickly.
From the direction Gold-Kill and Earth-Kill had edged toward, a figure emerged.
"You rang?"
It was Sword Tiger, commander of the Demon Dragon Corps.
Sword Tiger drew his blade, smirking at the tormented Gold-Kill and Earth-Kill.
"First Night Killer elites I've seen. Care to trade blows?"
Just like their initial clash with Yong-un, Sword Tiger radiated battle lust.
Gold-Kill and Earth-Kill flicked glances at Yong-un, then bit their lips.
"Scatter and regroup."
"I'll handle Sword Tiger."
Earth-Kill, sharp as any Night Killer elite, identified him on sight and surged his energy.
The moment Earth-Kill's clash rang out against Sword Tiger's sword, Gold-Kill dodged and launched off the ground.
Swoosh.
"Not on my watch."
"Hup!"
As Gold-Kill sped toward escape—
Dark indigo poison miasma billowed thickly in his path.
He skidded to a halt and leaped back; the hem of his mask sizzled and corroded away.
"Poison Witch?"
He ripped off the mask. From the roiling toxic haze, Poison Witch stepped forth.
Perplexed by her sudden arrival, Gold-Kill racked his brain for an escape route.
Then, a black shadow streaked from the poison straight at him.
"Hup!"
He yanked up his energy, raising his hefty dagger defensively.
Bang!
Even at full power, the impact—like slamming into Earth-Kill—shoved him back hard.
Strength so overwhelming his hands trembled.
"Supreme One's orders. You're not going anywhere."
Demonized with ashen-gray skin and pitch-black eyes, Cheon-il grinned while venting gray demonic energy.
"Damn it!"
Trapped, advance and retreat both cut off.
Before One-Kill, who gnashed his teeth, Jeong-won of the Demon Dragon Corps appeared, sword at the ready.
"You don't reach the Supreme One."
"Damn..."
Jeong-won exhaled crystalline azure energy, blade poised.
One-Kill's face contorted.
Poison Witch masterfully wielding her toxins. Cheon-il unleashing demonic aura in demonized form.
Gold-Kill helpless against them.
And Sword Tiger locked with Earth-Kill.
Yong-un, surveying it all from above, flashed a faint smile.
The flawless debut of the Demon Dragon Corps and Ghost Killer Annihilation.
Not a public spectacle, but the Night Killer Society—that had drenched Korea in terror—would never forget the Demon Dragon Corps and Ghost Killer Annihilation.
They were foes too formidable to target lightly.
'Of course, whether the Night Killer Society even survives from here is another question.'
The Night Killer Society had roused the sleeping young dragon coiled in its lair.
The clash between Yong-un and the Night Killer Society, sparked by the Death God Guild's ambitions.
It was drawing to a close, bound by the fateful tie between the Chairman and Myung-su.
"What is the Night Killer Society?"
"The one assassin outfit in Korea they haven't wiped out."
"Why not? The Hunter Management Agency isn't weak."
"Why do you think? Their power's secondary. Even if you snag one by sheer luck, that's not the end of it."
"Huh? Why?"
"Night Killer isn't a single unit. And they don't share intel."
Section Chief Lee Jong-min answered the new audit department recruit, pulling an exasperated face.
The Night Killer Society was the audit team's arch-nemesis, so this newbie's questions could shape his future career. Jong-min answered despite the hassle.
"So, what if the Night Killer Society tangles with world-ranking S-Rank Hunter Yong-un?"
The childish query nearly made Jong-min snap.
"You five? Question time's over! Get back to work."
"Y-Yes... Sorry."
The recruit slunk back to his desk, deflated.
Jong-min let out a deep sigh and shook his head.
"What a pain in the ass we got."
Odd question.
Yet it nagged at Jong-min, making him mull it over.
He'd brushed up against both the Night Killer assassins' and Yong-un's power—indirectly, but close enough.
'Who'd win?'
After a moment's thought, Jong-min chuckled and sank into his chair.
"Heh, I'm acting like a damn kid."
Unlikely to ever happen, so why bother pondering? He chided himself with another headshake.
Slouched back, Jong-min eyed the message and smirked again.
"Mom nagging about vitamins causing hallucinations now?"
He snorted and swiped the screen clean.
Same message. Same sender: Minister Baek Myung-hee.
His grin faded. He bolted upright in his chair.
"What!?"
Jong-min shot to his feet with a startled shout, startling every hunter in the quiet audit office.
The Night Killer Society—disbanded.
Caught in the surreal impossibility, Jong-min gawked at the new recruit.
"D-Did I screw up again?"
To the kid's woeful expression.