Amidst the explosions, screams, and the cacophony of individual shouts, this place could be described as nothing short of a battlefield.
"Take this, you damn brat!"
"You should eat more of this too."
I plunged a Tommy gun, capable of firing dozens of rounds per second, into the chest of the guy who was charging at me with an arrow.
'That damn brat killed Hyunjong!'
'Keep shooting! Keep shooting so he can't do anything else!'
The guys who were spreading out to surround me eventually scattered due to the continuous explosions and flying containers.
Even the freshmen, who were trying to fill the ranks, were gradually retiring.
This situation was nothing short of a chaotic battle.
They seemed to be hastily gathering their members now, but I had already taken out two guys, including the one just now.
Considering the others that the other members might have taken care of, I thought I must have retired at least six people.
But perhaps because I was the only one still exposed, the guys didn't stop their attacks on me.
Arrows and daggers were flying at me from all directions.
I was running and dodging between the containers, but I couldn't keep running forever.
Most importantly, it seemed that Youngjae's mana was running out, as the frequency of the explosions was gradually decreasing.
I had been using the most mana-consuming explosion magic for 10 minutes since the start of the battle, so I was grateful that it had lasted this long.
"Die, you damn brat!"
A ranger appeared from above and threw something at me.
I twisted my body to avoid it, and green smoke with a pungent smell rose.
"He got hit by the poison!"
It turned out to be poison.
I noticed that the guys had started wearing masks at some point.
I didn't expect them to bring poison to a full-scale battle.
It really felt like the Ranger Club.
[Special Ability: [Poison Immunity] activated.]
Well, it's not very useful to me.
Still, the poison gas was annoying because it obscured my vision, so I pushed off the ground and leaped up, seeing the guy who had thrown the poison dart.
"It should have paralyzed your limbs just by inhaling it!"
Even though his face was hidden by the mask, his eyes showed he was quite surprised.
"Indeed, it was quite bitter."
With that, I landed and grabbed his face, slamming him into a container.
The sound of his head hitting the container echoed through Incheon Port.
At the same time, a more intense red aura began to rise.
Looking around, I saw the rangers who had come to celebrate the news that I had been poisoned.
"Why are you so surprised that I'm still fine?"
If you're going to use poison, at least use something that can penetrate [Poison Immunity].
Well, it's unlikely that bronze club members could get such poison.
Just as I was about to sweep away the gathered guys with the Tommy gun in my left hand, I heard a sound like a tearing wind from behind.
The guys behind were shooting arrows to prevent me from doing anything else.
If I kept pulling the trigger, I would get hit by an arrow.
Just as I was about to duck to avoid it, I felt a breeze brush against my hair.
"Too late."
I smiled and pulled the trigger instead of dodging.
Swinging the Tommy gun like sweeping away insect corpses with a broom, most of the guys fell or hid under the containers.
I didn't feel any pain in my back.
The guy behind me had deflected the arrow.
"Boss, were you waiting for me?"
Jinwoo, with a smug smile, said.
"How many did you take out?"
"Me? Four with white name tags like us."
"…You weren't just standing around, I see."
"Would I come to a full-scale battle just to play?"
Over the past four days, the biggest change was indeed Jinwoo.
'I decided to train with our old man.'
Was it because of the club's fate-hanging battle?
The guy who always stayed in the club room, saying he didn't want to go home, suddenly told us that.
Since it was a well-known rumor in the academy that Jinwoo was the son of the Vivaldi Family boss, it didn't take long to understand what he meant.
It meant that Jinwoo was training with his father, the legendary hitman of Calione, 'Antonio Vivaldi'.
When I asked why he suddenly had such a thought, Jinwoo casually explained.
'My ability is a bloodline ability inherited from my father. I felt there was no way to grow further here. I also learned a lot from the battle with the boss… So, I told my old man I wanted to get stronger, and surprisingly, he agreed right away.'
Only then did I roughly guess that 'Antonio Vivaldi' had noticed information about me.
I thought he might have known about me during the officer review, but from Jinwoo's reaction, it seemed he hadn't mentioned my identity.
Perhaps he wanted to show his respect for me in this way.
'Or maybe he wanted to teach Jinwoo a lesson.'
Anyway, Jinwoo, who trained in bloodline abilities with 'Antonio Vivaldi', showed an unimaginable growth rate and eventually became capable of performing a perfect vanguard role, not just an assassin.
"Boss, I'll take care of the back?"
"Don't get hit by a blind arrow and pass out."
"Sure thing."
Arrows started flying at us from all directions.
But before they reached us, they lost their force as if hitting a wall and fell to the ground. The rangers were confused, and we took advantage of the opportunity to charge at the enemies in front of us.
"Everyone, draw your daggers!"
Perhaps there was a guy among the enemies who had a brain.
Realizing that arrows were ineffective, he shouted, and the others drew their daggers, preparing for close combat.
But logically speaking,
Would we lose to archers in close combat?
As I charged at the guy, I put the Tommy gun back into the cube and punched his face.
"Kyaah!"
The guy raised his dagger to defend against my punch.
If I were a normal person, my fist would have split in half, but unfortunately, I was a martial artist wearing a relic-grade glove.
I crushed his face along with his dagger.
Just the fact that there was no interference from the rear allowed me to move so freely. It made me realize that it's not a good idea to fight multiple people alone.
I glanced behind me.
"You, you're the guy I battled with. Nice to see you again."
"You crazy bastard!"
"You know I'm crazy, so why are you messing with me? Die!"
…No need to worry.
With the ability to defend against most ranged attacks, I had become a living disaster to the rangers.
I didn't think I would face any dangerous situations in this full-scale battle.
By the way,
"There are guys using poison darts. If they throw something, immediately create a wind to blow away the poison gas."
"Huh? That was poison gas earlier? Thanks."
Jinwoo, who was shaking the unconscious guy by the collar, nodded at my advice.
"Die!"
Then, a guy appeared from below, shooting an arrow at me.
But perhaps he had already seen his comrades being brutally crushed in front of him.
I had already gauged his position through the fear he was emitting, so I caught the arrow flying at me and, spinning my body, plunged it into his chest.
"About eight are left now."
When I judged that the remaining number was such that Youngjae and Seo-a didn't need to hide anymore,
"Seven. I just took care of one."
Seo-a and Youngjae came out, opening a closed container box.
"Where are they?"
"One on the tower crane, two below, and three nearby, and the rest… are all watching us. Well, Gwon Soohyuk is probably…"
On the tower crane, right?
Seo-a stretched her hand toward the tower crane.
"…Is it possible?"
I cautiously asked, guessing what she was trying to do, but she confidently clenched her hand.
"Of course, I trained for this moment."
And then, something unexpected happened.
Seo-a, who had realized through the previous battle that she could hack the field and alter the terrain, focused on reviving that sensation.
As a result,
"Got it."
───!!!
The tower crane where the guy was located came right in front of us.
'Shrink Distance'.
Not hacking the field to mix it, but Seo-a's original magic to fold the terrain and shorten the distance.
The rangers, who were on guard, were shocked by the scene that seemed to tear reality.
"Seo-a, blow it up."
"Today, I really feel like a terrorist."
Youngjae, pointing a fountain pen at the tower crane, muttered.
"Brillante (Elegantly)."
The head of the tower crane exploded, and a black figure shot out.
"Crazy bastards!"
Still, as a vice president, the guy protected himself from the explosion's impact with mana and immediately shot an arrow at me.
"What, aiming at our vice president with such an attack? No way."
Jinwoo, standing in front of me, deflected the arrow.
Meanwhile, the guy landed where his members were and shouted at us.
"Anyway, your guys must have used up a lot of mana at the beginning and are exhausted. We, who have been waiting from the start, have the advantage!"
Ah, so that's why you were hiding until now?
Using freshmen and weaklings to drain our strength and then dealing with us?