Episode 54
“What happened just now?” one of the rush team mbers managed to blurt out. The others were frozen in place.
They were the Red Dragon Society: one of the strongest and most elite teams, under the direct control of their CEO’s successor, Yang Biyeon. However, the other person who signed up to be with them inside the crack, a foreigner whom they laughed at…
He had leapt through falling chunks of Festival at.
He even used the beast’s horns to be catapulted into the crack, and as he passed by the lift, he waved his hands at them.
It was unacceptable. No one knew what to say. Even Yang Biyeon was stunned.
In a way, it was a result of their arrogance.
If this had happened in Korea, the hunters would not have been surprised. It was to be expected of Oh Yoo-seong. Everyone, even beyond the hunting industry, had seen his videos.
However, the Chinese hunters were unfamiliar with it. As they prided themselves on being the best, they didn’t care about what had been happening overseas. It was definitely a shock for them to see sothing like it.
Luckily, Yang Biyeon soon found her words.
“Everyone, prepare for entry,” she yelled firmly, waking the mbers from their trance. “Do not forget who we are!”
Her words were effective, and struck fire in the mbers’ hearts.
“Yeah!” they responded fiercely.
“Just being a little faster or stronger is not enough to overshadow our tradition!”
Their pride, which wobbled for a mont, stood stiff and upright once again. “Let’s show the cheeky guy our skills!”
“Exactly!”
Yang Biyeon nodded as she finished her speech.
‘They were just like fighting cocks being given dicine before the battle’, she thought. Their elevated emotions led to an increase of Aura simring over their bodies.
‘Good’, she thought.
The rush team hacked away on each Festival going within their range as the lift ascended. Soon, they too had reached the rift.
“Charge!” one of the team mbers yelled as he jumped in.
“Go, go, go!” the others behind urged those in front, as if they could not wait for their turn.
Everyone was pumped up for action. However, they were not prepared to see what was waiting for them inside.
“Huh?”
“Oh…”
It was bigger than they imagined.
One of the first ones who ran into the crack had been t by a running Festival.
Although he was quick to defend himself by raising his sword, there was a huge difference between deflecting a Festival’s horn and being ran over its massive body.
“Damn it!” the mber cursed as he was thrown in the air.
Upon crashing back to the ground, he rolled several tis before he was able to control his body. Unlike the cracks in the Korean Peninsula, where the world beyond were mostly subtropical jungles, the cracks in China were mostly open fields. As such, monsters as huge as a Festival could run at full speed.
There was nothing to block their path; only yellow wild grass and clouds of dust from their hooves.
The rush team could not see the horizon from where they stood. Instead, they saw a view full of countless Festivals, each running as if they were insane.
In Korea, a team leader would have notified the control area of the unexpected threat and order a retreat imdiately. It was another situation where the difference in culture was obvious.
“What the hell is this?” one team mber pulled out his sword. The others also had their weapons out, swinging wildly.
Certainly, the individual skills of the rush team mbers could have been a factor.
Each was confident that they could take on a four-star beast charging towards them.
Besides, it was an unexpectedly good situation for them. The abundance of Festivals ant a surplus of prey.
“Everyone, hold your positions!” Yang Biyeon yelled out as thick clouds of dust began to engulf them.
From beyond the dust, she heard the mbers respond. Even in her judgnt, this was not reason enough to order a retreat.
The Red Dragon Society mbers were strong enough.
“Yell out every thirty seconds to confirm the situation!” she ordered blindly.
They could slaughter as many Festivals as possible until the herd quieted down. Yang Biyeon began swinging the Twin Swords.
Thirty seconds.
One minute.
One minute and thirty seconds.
Even though she couldn’t see them, she heard each mber through the mass of large beasts and the thick dust.
-Clear!
-Clear!
-Clear!
Every ti she heard their call, Yang Biyeon felt relieved.
‘They are elite hunters who can handle it’, she assured herself. ‘The more they kill, the more we would profit.’
Being a four-star beast, the Festival had considerable value.
When the fuss died down, they could throw out the corpses out of the crack while charging the circuit breaker. There may even be so Festivals that could be captured alive.
Suddenly, Yang Biyeon felt sothing coming from behind her. She imdiately turned and raised her swords.
“What is this?” she said, as she saw a familiar expressionless face.
Oh Yoo-seong.
The foreigner had a Gellar gun in his hand aid at her. Then, he fired.
Caang-!
Yang Biyeon acted in ti and blocked it with her sword.
“You’re crazy!” she scread.
She had thought about it in passing. Why would Yoo-seong insist to join them inside the crack?
Maybe he wanted to avenge the act of terrorism that a Chinese company did to him, she thought. Now, she was convinced.
‘I shouldn’t have trusted him’, she thought, as she activated her genetically inherited Psy.
Ignition.
A fierce fla burst forth from the engraved dragons in her twin swords. She steadied herself for battle. However…
Pop-!
The ground beneath her shook, catching her unaware. The bullet she blocked was a Parasitic Bee that lodged near her feet.
Before she could regain her balance, she felt an incoming mass.
‘Festivals’, she thought as she fell. At her current state, she would surely be crushed.
Suddenly, Yoo-seong was upon her, catching her arm.
Tuk-!
“Ah!” Yang Biyeon wanted to scream as soon as she felt it.
She felt her blood harden, and her limbs go stiff, as if they were petrified.
‘This… This is…’
A technique that sealed the movent of another person by solidifying their blood.
It was the stuff of legends, her father told her. Even he, who was a leader in the Ship Zone, had never seen it.
Yoo-seong’s Automatic Hunting copied it from Jin Wei-baek.
She felt helpless as Yoo-seong carried her away, before the stampede crushed her. As she looked up at Yoo-seong’s expressionless face, she felt ashad.
She struggled to move her body sohow, but it was not possible. Tears of frustration spilled from her eyes.
She hoped he would kill her imdiately, as he set her down away from the Festivals.
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