〈 Episode 143 〉 Episode 142 – VS Mid Gap (2)
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Spencer kicked away her chance at enchantment due to her twisted fanatics.
Jeong Ahyeon got up and charged at Jeong Bia, shouting at me.
“Master! I’ll handle this side, so please take care of the other!”
“I got it!”
“Don’t speak in Nymph-mode! It’s annoying when the Master speaks like that!”
“F*cking bitch.”
[Using Nymph-mode is an insult to the Nymph.］
‘Ah, shut up.’
If not now, then when?
Jeong Ahyeon desperately clung to Jeong Bia, preventing any further enchantments.
Naturally, Jeong Bia tried relentlessly to shake her off with no mercy.
Jeong Ahyeon’s condition was pitiful.
She was hit all over, rolling on the ground and trampled.
Her nose was bleeding, and she limped on her right leg.
Her left arm was dangling, possibly broken, and her right hand trembled, not properly holding strength.
Yet, Jeong Ahyeon clung on with every ounce of her strength, stubbornly obstructing Jeong Bia.
Instead of moving her limp left arm, she bit Jeong Bia with her teeth.
With her still-moving right hand, she grabbed onto Jeong Bia’s clothes, trying to trip her by sweeping her legs.
Whenever she clung on even a little, she would summon a beast to crash with her.
Seeing this pitiful scene, Jeong Bia screamed at Jeong Ahyeon.
“Why are you going this far!! What’s the deal with this!!”
“I don’t want to be dragged around ever again!”
Meanwhile, I was rushing to Spencer, who was still trying to get up.
I activated my magical power tattoo as I ran.
The sequence to implement was a whip at 9 o’clock and a hand axe at 4 o’clock.
I bit onto the whip and immediately threw the hand axe.
I then swung the whip diagonally in succession.
“Still haven’t learned anything! You can’t even scratch me with that!”
Spencer raised her left hand to deflect the hand axe.
However, the whip that came flying right afterward firmly wrapped around Spencer’s left hand.
“I know, you little shit.”
“Uh?!”
As soon as the whip wrapped around Spencer’s left hand, I pulled it toward me with all my strength.
Spencer, who was hastily pulled over without being hit on her massive chest, began to chant a spell.
I anticipated that too, preparing my magma-infused right arm.
“Here it comes! Nymph’s Arts!!”
“The spread flames shall be a barrier!!”
“Famous goods (??).”
“F*ck, why are you drifting with Akainu’s technique!!”
The reason being.
To make you mad.
A massive wall of fire erupted between Spencer and me.
Calmly, I swung my right arm from left to right, ripping apart the wall of fire.
“Why is it being pierced!!”
“Because it’s a perfect hierarchy!!”
[Magma beats fire. That’s common sense.］
‘That’s true.’
With that, the magma that had been clinging to my right hand vanished.
But now was close-range time.
Yes.
It’s tower time.
As the fallen Spencer quickly rose, I stamped down hard on her right foot with my left to keep her from creating distance.
Then, I delivered the line Hyeji said in the Forest of Elves to Spencer.
“Dance. Show me one?”
Retrieving my swung right arm, I charged energy for a three-shot Cheonma Repulsor.
The magical power began to condense in my palm, ominously steaming as I unleashed it towards Spencer’s abdomen.
“AAAHHH!!!!!!”
An explosion far beyond comparison erupted from Spencer’s abdomen.
For the first time since the battle started, a solid hit landed.
The skin at the struck area split, blood flowed, revealing bright red muscle.
The barely hanging top covered only half of Spencer’s chest, doing nothing to hide the exposed wound.
Now was my last chance.
I circulated my magical power through my arms and legs.
With my left hand, I attempted to snatch the book that Spencer still held onto tightly.
At the same time, I pounded continuously on Spencer’s abdomen with my right fist and knees.
Of course, Spencer wasn’t just taking it either.
She gripped the book with incredible strength, repeatedly stretching her left fist to strike my whole body.
Ribs, thighs, shoulders, solar plexus, chin.
The blows were a level of intense shock I’d never experienced before.
Thus, we were both burning through our final moments.
In that instance, unlike before, Spencer muttered something slowly and heavily.
Then, one of the few sentences on the left page of the book gradually began to turn black.
“Sprinkle it.”
I struck her face to get her to stop speaking.
Using the edge of my hand, I scratched the wound.
I pounded my fists and knees tirelessly to disrupt her breath.
But it was futile.
She didn’t emit a single groan.
Spencer displayed a concentration that was fearsome enough to suggest that pain was nothing to her.
“As you sprinkle.”
I gave up on snatching the book and unleashed punches on Spencer’s abdomen with my left hand.
Even still, Spencer merely bobbed slightly, determined to get her final words out.
“I shall gather it.”
The moment those words ended, sharp thorns erupted from everything Spencer was wearing.
Thorns sprouted from her clothes and even from the shoes I was stepping on, piercing through my left foot.
“F*ck!!!!”
“It’s round two!”
Spencer shouted in a spine-chilling voice as the number above her head increased by one.
Reacting instinctively, I threw a punch.
‘Ah, f*ck, this is already an attack judgment.’
[Let’s check pre-regression with that.］
Using the Mirror Fragment created by Spencer’s regression, I confirmed the pre-regression future.
In that vision, I delivered the last blow to Spencer’s abdomen, and she fell.
It depicted me as victorious.
But now, it was time to return to reality.
When I returned to reality, my fist was headed toward Spencer’s abdomen, just as it did in the pre-regression future.
Then, Spencer attempted an unexpected attack to change that future, one I didn’t see coming.
“Not a chance!”
“Damn.”
Spencer’s left foot coiled around me like a whip, striking fiercely beside my right knee.
As a result, I lost my balance and began to fall, shifting my fist from Spencer’s abdomen to above it.
To her solid under-chest.
For the first time, a look of sheer confusion appeared on Spencer’s face.
“Wait! Wait! Stop!!”
“Hey, don’t go making it a #MeToo situation. Can’t be helped.”
My fist sank deep into Spencer’s chest.
An unnaturally soft sensation filled my fist.
Spencer’s chest exploded.
“……”
“……”
[……］
In an instant, the tension of battle evaporated, replaced only by an awkward silence.
At that moment, all eyes in the sparring ground fixed on Spencer’s destroyed chest.
Jeong Ahyeon and Jeong Bia, stunned, stopped fighting and turned their eyes wide in our direction.
Due to the sudden disappearance of her chest like a midsummer night’s dream, Spencer’s clothes clung snugly to her flat chest.
The body itself hadn’t exploded.
No blood or fat splattered anywhere.
And most importantly, in that brief moment when her chest burst, I distinctly saw it.
Pieces of flesh-colored silicone flying everywhere and a small cup-sized bra peeking from behind the blasted chest.
I scratched my head awkwardly and murmured.
“So that giant mama dispenser was manufactured.”
“Ugh…uh…oooh!!”
Was it the immense shock that dispelled all magic she’d cast? The thorns created on her clothing had vanished completely.
As Spencer clutched her chest, almost tearing up, the students watching began to spew cruel words.
“What’s going on! Where’s our mid?!”
“Mid has zero presence. 15-minute surrender, right?”
“I’m disillusioned. I’m quitting being a Spencer fan from today.”
“They said there’s a mid gap, but it looks like the difference with the rival mid is massive.”
“Wow! Still bigger than Hyeji!”
Suddenly, Hyeji jumped up from the bench and vanished in an instant.
A moment later, faint gunfire and a short scream followed.
Not long after, Hyeji returned to the bench.
Her face bore a bizarre mix of relief and irritation.
Meanwhile, Spencer was doing her best not to cry.
But as the one who saw it firsthand, I had to say something.
“Hey, it’s not like Mid exists anymore.”
“Uaaaaaaaaah!!!”
Finally, Spencer plopped down where she stood and burst into tears.
In that moment, the atmosphere in the arena turned icy.
The gazes directed at me felt infinitely sharper than before.
Jeong Ahyeon stared at me with a disappointed look.
“I can’t believe you made a woman cry… I had no idea you’d be such a letdown.”
“No, they were seriously fans, right?!”
“The finishing blow was dealt by the Master.”
[Garbage dude.］
‘F*ck.’
Boos erupted from various spectators.
They were far more viscous and malicious than when they called out team names before the match.
I anxiously placed a hand on Spencer’s shoulder.
“Hey, don’t cry. You popped first, so why are you like this?”
“Huhuhuh! Waaah!!”
“Hey! If you think about it, it was those guys’ fault!”
“Mommaaaaaaa!!”
“Be good! Don’t cry! Stop it!”
I hastily comforted Spencer.
As her tears began to wane, I said gently to her.
“It’s okay. Breast size isn’t everything.”
“Huh…uhh…really?”
“Of course.”
Spencer gazed at me with moist eyes.
I smiled at her.
“But I won’t forgive you for tricking me with something fake.”
I unleashed the Cheonma Repulsor I had saved in my grip.
With that, Spencer was completely retired.
I firmly told the now-unresponsive Spencer.
“Better to walk proudly like Hyeji with nonexistent breasts.”
“Shinwoo, we’ll talk after this.”
“Ah, f*ck.”
Hyeji’s glare was sharp as a knife.
Avoiding that gaze, I turned to Jeong Bia, who was still standing.
“Now it’s just you left.”
“I concede.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jeong Bia declared her surrender.
“I’d rather die than fight such a disgusting piece of trash. I rather would just off myself.”
“You little sh*t.”
And with needless remarks, Jeong Bia’s concession was followed by the professor’s weak voice.
【……The winner is the team.】
But there was no cheer for the victor.
Only a flood of denunciations followed.
I tried to speak to Jeong Ahyeon one last time.
“Hey, Jeong Ahyeon.”
“Don’t talk to me. Can you stay away a bit?”
I was coldly rejected.
It was a painfully hollow victory.
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