The Hunter Who Does Not Age Is So Strong

of the attack’s range and slipped into Park Yeon-sung’s blind spot.
It was something anyone could do.

That was unless their opponent was an S-Class Hunter like Park Yeon-sung.

Baaang!

It felt like a log hit Park Yeon-sung’s stomach.
Mana was protecting his body, but it paled against how much Kim Bongpal concentrated in his fist.
It was surprising considering that the total amount of Park Yeon-sung’s mana was incomparably higher than an ordinary hunter’s, thanks to his use of Mana Stones.
However, it was a matter of quantity.

It must be difficult for Park Yeon-sung, an S-Class, to summon enough fire to burn people at a distance.
So, he invested most of his mana in a close-range attack and used the rest for defense.
However, Kim Bongpal’s fighting style was slightly different, and more than 90% of his total mana was packed into his fist.

Dash!

Kim Bongpal, who blew away Park Yeon-sung with one attack, quickly backed off.
He dealt with six people, excluding the two who’d already been knocked out.
Even if they were all chaff, they were still chaff that had ripened to some extent.
Being surrounded by them all was too much for him.

“You fucking bastard!”

Some of the Hunters shouted.
Unlike before, when there was no murderous spirit, each attack now attempted to kill.
All special abilities, such as Telekinesis and Swordsmanship, could easily crush a person who flew in.
The fact that Kim Bongpal had neutralized the two most potent of them dyed them with fear.

In response to the change in the air, Kim Bongpal drew his cheap sword.
His mana covered the blade in perfect form without an ounce of waste.

Kim Bongpal avoided the attacks flying toward him and deflected the others.
His conversion of mana was terrifyingly perfect.

‘Is this the skill of an old man who retired 25 years ago?’

The swordsman who faced Kim Bongpal looked frustrated.
His entire arm was numb after hitting his blade once.

Pats-

The swordsman felt something brush against his left arm.
But that thought soon changed.
It wasn’t brushed.

The swordsman had a quick look at his left arm.
For a moment, he couldn’t understand.
Was his left arm that just fell to the floor, separated at the elbow?

‘Fuck…how am I supposed to catch a bastard like this?’

He thought he had blocked the blow, and he had.
But a second attack, which flew in from a trajectory he couldn’t understand, cut off his arm.
No, was it right to say that it was cut off? Wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that it was disbanded?

At that moment, such a thought crossed the swordsman’s mind.

Clank-clank!

A great shock hit his body.
That was all the swordsman was capable of remembering that day.

*

Spit!

“Fuck.
It’s been a long time since I’ve moved my body, so it feels like I’m choking to death.”

Kim Bongpal spat on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck, stretching.
It was a pretty strange sight.
A total of eight people lay defeated around him.
Four were S-Class hunters, and the other four were A-Class.
Among them, Park Yeon-sung and the strong one with Rigid Body were the only ones who kept their limbs intact.
All those desperate to attack him had at least one of their limbs cut off by Kim Bongpal.

What he did after creating such a gruesome scene was mill about and stretch.

“What the? It’s not fun.”

Kim Bongpal turned around and looked at Park Yeon-sung.

“Finger Shit, is this all?”

“…”

“Did you prepare anything else? Or do you want to call some more?”

Park Yeon-sung gave him a fed-up look.
His lips trembled.
Kim Bongpal smiled as he took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Tap- Sizzle-

“I guess you don’t have any.
Shall we finish this? Choose it.”

As obscure as that phrase was, Park Yeon-sung knew instinctively what he meant.

“Your fingers won’t do this time, right? Let’s see.
One arm would be perfect, but which one would you prefer?  If it’s right, it’s good because it will make it balance, and if it’s left, it’s good because you’re left-handed.
What do you want to do?”

Park Yeon-sung’s expression crumpled.
It wasn’t because of the fear of the pain to come, and it wasn’t because he would take one of his arms.
It was just…the unbearable humiliation.

“Haah.
Or do you want me to pick for you? Let’s see.
Eeny Meany…”

Through the cigarette smoke that Kim Bongpal exhaled, he could see Kim Bongpal pointing back and forth.
The helplessness that he couldn’t do anything in front of this first-generation Awakener dominated Park Yeon-sung.

“Catch the rabbit by the….”

But it was then.

“Stop there.”

Kim Bongpal’s playful spirit changed.
His hand rested back on his sword.
He couldn’t help it now that there was a big shot.

“Excuse the rudeness of our side, Butcher.
Can’t you stop there?”

A familiar voice, and a more familiar mana, called out.
Lee Kang-chul, the pinnacle of Korean hunters, appeared.

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