Chapter 130 (2/2)
Seongchan smiled and jumped forward.
Thus, time passed.
Once again, Group 4 won. Compared to Group 1, Group 4 had more manes. Currently, Group 4 was in first place.
As expected of his grandson.
“Next is Groups 5 and 6!”
Momori placed a long wooden stick on his shoulder and took the lead. The back of his head that reflected the moonlight was very conspicuous.
The trainees burst out laughing and Tarmo shouted furiously, “Don’t laugh!”
Even so, the trainees couldn’t resist laughing.
After all, they would no longer be trainees after today.
They laughed to their heart’s content.
“Hahahahat!”
“I have to confess, isn’t it really funny?”
“Ah, it is really unbearable.”
“Kukuk! No one would look good with that bald head.”
“It was hardest during training. His head was dazzling.”
Tarmo’s face reddened at the sarcastic mockery. Park Muyeol saw it and had a thought.
‘Hrmm. It is a bit too much.’
There was a line that everyone should abide by.
Who would be happy when a younger brother spoke informally?
He might be shaved but his position shouldn’t be forgotten.
Park Muyeol pulled the Magic Power Hair-Clipper out of his inventory.
“Shut up, you guys. Or do you all want to be shaved?”
Then the mockery died down like a dead rat.
Kunta saw this and smiled.
Groups 5 and 6 finished and then it was Park Muyeol’s turn.
They walked straight to the entrance of the ruins. Tarmo moved next to Park Muyeol and spoke to him, “Thank you for the help.”
“It’s nothing. It didn’t look good to me either.”
“Additionally, I’m sorry for ignoring you all this time”
‘Hrmm.’
Park Muyeol suddenly wondered why this person was acting like this but he wasn’t rude enough to hit someone bowing.
“Why are you so polite? Do your best.”
“Yes, I will.”
They shook hands and shortly thereafter, a pack of wild wolves appeared.
They were level 3.
“Haaayaahh! The winner is Group 7!”
“What are you talking about? The winner is our Group 8!”
“Gazua!”
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Muksabal, Jekyll, and Haeba jumped out in front while Baroque silently followed them.
They screamed together, seemingly unwilling to lose to Group 8.
“Yiiip! Yiippp!”
The screams of the wild wolves as they were hit by the wooden swords and wooden sticks filled the ruins.
They hurried to find the silver wolves and then there was a shout from the right.
“A silver wolf, over there!”
“Go!”
“Uraaaaat!”
The silver wolf was a monster that was level 5.
It might be their first time beating a monster but the trainees had no hesitation.
They had already completed all the basics of combat.
“Die!”
Muksabal struck the silver wolf.
[Your trainee has earned the ‘Silver Wolf’s Mane.’]
“Huhaha! Those in my hands are bound to be beaten to a pulp!”
Jekyll approached him with a smile.
“Then I’ll go catch another wolf.”
“Hey, dude. Aren’t we doing this with each other?”
“This is the case.”
Jekyll ran into the pack of wolves that Haeba was fighting and Baroque followed silently.
Muksabal was left alone and was wary of Park Muyeol’s eyes.
Park Muyeol told him, “Jump, you rotten guy.”
He only turned on the Magic Power Hair-Clipper but Muksabal still hurried away.
Park Muyeol burst out laughing.
It was at this moment...
“W-What?”
“F.u.c.k! What is this?”
“Crazy! Everyone, back off!”
Park Muyeol hurried to the place where the disturbance occurred.
There was a silver-maned wolf standing on two feet.
A perplexed Tarmo stuttered, “W-Why is a werewolf here?”
“No, don’t you know what to do?”
“Crazy! It is level 20? A named monster?”
“How can we beat this?”
Grruruk. The roaring silver werewolf swung its claws.
The starving werewolf made movements that seemed steeped in insanity. The trainees fell back as all the wooden weapons in their hands were terribly broken.
“Kuaaack!”
The silver werewolf’s sharp teeth bit Tarmo’s shoulder.
Screams rang through the ruins and the silver werewolf stared at its prey with bloody eyes.
It was at this moment that Park Muyeol threw a stone.
The flying stone hit the silver werewolf precisely in the eye.
At the sudden pain, the werewolf threw Tarmo away and shifted its gaze toward Park Muyeol’s direction.
[Lv. 20 Silver-furred Werewolf, Silverfang (Cub)]
‘Hrmm. It is a cub but it is funny because it is so big.’
“Hey! Fight against me!”
Park Muyeol came running and swung his sharp wooden sword.
Of course, it was difficult to break through the skin.
Park Muyeol was forced to attack with the Magic Power Hair-Clipper in his hand.
[You have mistakenly shaved off a part of the target’s hair.]
[However, the mental strength of the target is extremely low.]
[The ‘eyes shaking’ state isn’t triggered.]
[You have shaved too much.]
[The Magic Power Hair-Clipper will stop working for a moment.]
“Tsk. It’s useless.”
Although there was a hairless path on the arm, the werewolf in front of him didn’t budge.
Park Muyeol threw his Magic Power Hair-Clipper into his inventory and focused on the werewolf in front of him.
“Kuaaaack!”
“This is crazy... You have bad breath. This guy!”
Park Muyeol attacked once again.
However, the werewolf was formidable. The werewolf instinctively wielded its claws and threatened Park Muyeol, knowing that the wooden sword wouldn’t hit hard.
There were even attempts to break the sword.
“Dammit...”
There was no way to win.
The best option was to run away.
The problem was that the damn werewolf would chase.
‘I have to sacrifice myself.’
He would quit in a day but he was still an instructor. It was better to take care of the trainees first.
“Everyone, leave. I’ll block it.”
“Old man!”
“Instructor!”
“Chairman-nim!”
‘Damn guys. They should call me with a unified name.’
Park Muyeol lured the silver werewolf deeper inside the ruins.
Fortunately, the werewolf followed well and Park Muyeol once again shouted with worried eyes, “Go! Hurry and bring reinforcements!”
“Understood! Please wait!”
“If you must die then you will die in our hands!”
The group ran away, with the Group 8 trainees supporting the bleeding Tarmo as they ran. All that was left was Park Muyeol and the werewolf. In the midst of the silent tension, Park Muyeol briefly exhaled. “Sigh. This is my fate.”
This had happened often when he was young. He was always ending up in the position of sacrificing himself to save his men, yet he still survived. Well, he was going to do so now.
“It is a really tough fate.”
It was at this moment.
Ttiring~
[A passing constellation is offering you a task.]
“Huh? This guy...?”