I Became a Genius Swordsman in the Pretty Girl Game

Chapter 67

Stomp.

Stomp.

“So, Little Fool. Are you ready to get beaten up?”

“Today is Boknal(Korean festive day where you eat dog meat), the one getting beaten up will be you, Doggy.”

“Tsk. Yeah, yeah. Go ahead and talk big now. Then you’ll be groveling and apologizing later.”

Kang Do-hee swaggered into the sparring arena, tilting her neck and acting nonchalant, but there was no way she was as relaxed as she seemed.

“......”

I heightened my tension and tilted my sword scabbard at my waist. Then, I slightly bent my upper body as if to grasp the handle and draw my sword in one fluid motion.

The stance of drawing the sword.

It wasn’t a skill, just an imitation of the motions of a skill.

But unlike when I had forced myself to mimic Instructor Baek Seol-hee’s swordsmanship, this felt natural and effortless.

‘I can’t play around in front of this girl.’

There was no room for distractions like there were during my previous spar with Lee Min-young. If I let my guard down for a moment, I would be the one lying flat on the ground.

Hwaruruk─

A fiery red mana undulated around her body, as if she were enveloped in flames.

Indeed, she was a top-tier damage dealer.

The amount of mana she possessed was on a whole different level from that of a regular student.

Gulping.

My pupils naturally dilated, and my throat constricted.

‘It’s really on a different level from when she had the mana-restricting shackles on...’

Swiip.

Hoo─

I stared at her with narrowed eyes, then took a low breath.

‘Come on, step in...’

And like a hunter waiting for prey to fall into a trap, I waited for her to enter the range of my sword.

‘Just one more step...’

Right in front of me, just out of reach of my sword.

Stomp.

She suddenly stopped there.

Pah─!!

In an instant, her figure disappeared from my sight, and a faint sound of whooshing air rang out.

‘Chet, she’s damn fast!’

Shaaak─!

I gritted my teeth and immediately drew my sword without hesitation. Then, I thrust my sword to the left.

Kwang!!

The sword and her bare fist collided, but I felt a sense of futility, as if I had swung my sword at a massive boulder.

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Kwon Kak Soo (Fist and Kick Technique).

Kang Do-hee’s main weapon was her own fists and feet. Unlike other hunters, she didn’t really use any other weapons.

She had tried wearing anklets or knuckles before, but they all broke or shattered after a few uses, unable to withstand her strength.

She preferred the raw sensation of smashing monsters with her own body.

The power she drew from the soles of her feet, planted firmly on the training ground, naturally flowed through her lower body, waist, and shoulders, leading to her striking point.

Kwaang─!!

A sound unimaginable for a clash between a sword and a fist reverberated.

Jin Yuha gritted his teeth and blocked her attack.

Kreeeek─!

Kwaang─!

Kang Do-hee threw a powerful punch, which Jin Yuha blocked with his sword, but his feet scraped against the training ground as he was pushed back.

Chijijik─

“Keuk!”

He clenched his teeth and spat out a groan.

As the attacks became more powerful, he started blocking with his sword more frequently, rather than twisting his body to dodge them.

‘......This is it.’

She was satisfied with what she had seen.

She had seen the possibility of Jin Yuha rising to her level.

‘Excellent. Little Fool.’

Before she knew it, Kang Do-hee had forgotten her original purpose and was truly acknowledging him as an equal opponent.

She couldn’t wait to see how enjoyable their future party activities together would be.

‘But, it’s time to end this.’

This was enough for today.

As long as he was taking this class, there would be many more opportunities to spar and compete with him in the future.

Each time, she would be on guard against him catching up, and they would grow together as rivals.

Hwaruruk─

A more intense red aura than before enveloped Kang Do-hee’s fist.

And as she threw her tightly clenched fist toward his face, his expression suddenly changed as if he had been waiting for this moment.

‘......!?’

She tensed, expecting something he had prepared, but he simply took the same defensive stance as before, holding his sword to block her fist.

Tin─

Something unexpected happened at the moment their sword and fist collided.

‘Tin......?’

Suddenly, Jin Yuha let go of his sword.

The sword flew backward without resistance, and Kang Do-hee’s gaze involuntarily followed it.

For a moment, she was taken aback by the fact that he had let go of his sword.

In that moment, she lost track of Jin Yuha’s movements.

Grab─

Suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar sensation at her waist, and a man’s arm wrapped around her waist.

Grip.

Jin Yuha had pulled her into a tight embrace from behind.

‘What the...!?’

It was the first time she had experienced such intimate physical contact with a man.

Her usual poker face cracked, and her face showed her surprise more than ever before.

“Little Fool! What the hell are you─!”

She turned her head and shouted in a shrill voice.

Then, Jin Yuha whispered into her ear.

“Kang Do-hee.”

“......Huh?”

‘What the hell is this Little Fool doing during a spar...!’

“You still can’t grapple, can you?”

“What...?”

Jin Yuha lifted her body.

In her confusion, Kang Do-hee’s body was lifted into the air.

He then bent his waist backward and slammed her down onto the ground.

Kwaaaang─!

‘It’s a German Suplex, you bitch!’

And the faces of the students watching this unfolded with shock.