AECS 70

Chapter 70

Korea-Japan Friendly Match (6)

Everyone was shocked.

“What… what is he doing?”

“Shusuke, isn’t this insane?”

He was targeting a Japanese ranker, and not just any ranker—a national treasure-level representative.

This was practically an act of war.

“Yah…”

“H-Hyun?”

“…Jinwoo.”

His disciples and Yujia were staring at Baek Jin-woo in disbelief.

‘How do you even stop that?’

Seeing his expression, they just shook their heads.

“Hyun, aren’t we all going to get into serious trouble if this continues?”

Even Gi Jae-hyuk, who almost died before, spoke up like this. That said everything.

But Jin-woo just asked:

“Why?”

Glancing at Ryo, who was screaming, Jin-woo glared at the Japanese rankers.

“Got a problem?”

From Shusuke’s perspective, that was absurd.

Of course! One of the Japanese rankers was being tortured alive right in front of him—who wouldn’t have a problem with that?

“He’s the one who tried to hit a player directly with his summon first.”

Jin-woo had felt this clearly during the previous “War on Crime” incident.

‘No one harms my people and gets away with it.’

No matter who they were.

No matter if it was the whole world or the Five Emperors (Oje).

By now, Jin-woo was strong.

Even owning five EX-class summons, if he had to live cautiously, it would be easier to quit being a player entirely.

‘Oh, you Japanese fool.’

‘Why did you have to mess with Hyun…’

‘One wrong move and an entire gang could’ve been wiped out, yet the rumor hasn’t spread?’

It had spread, but it was such a backward country that nobody cared.

“….”

Meanwhile, Shusuke’s lips were trembling.

‘What the hell is this?’

It was happening right in front of him, yet he couldn’t comprehend it.

‘Ryo’s five summons were all cleanly re-summoned in less than five seconds.’

It had been so fast that he couldn’t even see it properly.

A reaper holding a scythe appeared briefly, then vanished.

‘What if that scythe had been aimed at me?’

Could he have blocked it?

This wasn’t about the summon’s size—it was a matter of dimension.

How could a player control a summon if they couldn’t even perceive the attack?

But that didn’t make sense.

He was ranked 30th in the world.

Meanwhile, this author wasn’t even ranked in Korea.

No matter how much money or luck he threw at it, there was an obvious, insurmountable gap.

Eventually, Shusuke could only conclude:

‘Ryo got excited.’

There was no other answer.

Because Gi Jae-hyuk had provoked him, Ryo got caught off guard and suffered that cowardly sneak attack.

‘Then why couldn’t I perceive the attack?’

Probably because he was stunned.

In fact, Ryo’s insane actions had distracted him completely.

“Enough.”

Shusuke raised his hand.

“Stop this immediately.”

He was telling him to stop torturing Ryo, who was still screaming at the top of his lungs.

Honestly, his heart was sinking.

How much pain could make a human scream like that?

But Baek Jin-woo ignored Shusuke’s request.

After a full minute, he approached Oh Sun-young.

“Oh Sun-young.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Give me three summons. Any three.”

“…What?”

Oh Sun-young’s jaw dropped. She immediately understood the meaning.

He had mentioned it before:

• I’ll give Oh Sun-young a special gift.
• …A gift?
• Wait and see.

He had said he’d give her a gift.

This was it.

Jin-woo intended to use Oh Sun-young’s summons to defeat the remaining two Japanese rankers.

He wanted to show that even their summons, if properly used, were incredibly powerful.

However…

“Are you sure? They’re national-level players.”

Oh Sun-young’s wolves were low-tier.

Even if Fenrir was A-class, could it match Jin-woo’s Hun-gyo?

Absolutely not.

“Anyway, I have to use them. My Hun-gyo has its runes removed.”

The universal runes he normally used were currently with Lund.

Caw, caw! They were being reborn through Trinity Runes.

“Ramba and Doldol are already in use. If you give me just three wolves, it won’t break the contract.”

Yoo Baek and Japan had signed a tournament contract worth 100 billion.

The contract allowed only five summons per match, so Ramba and Doldol had to be used.

But?

‘No need to use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken.’

The Five Emperors’ Sugo wasn’t here.

Facing someone like Shusuke, there was no need to use Hun-gyo.

Three wolves would be enough.

“Ah, understood.”

Oh Sun-young handed her summons to Jin-woo.

She wondered if it could really win, but she couldn’t disobey her master.

Shusuke was aghast.

Now, he intended to fight not with his own summons, but someone else’s.

It was an insult beyond mere disregard.

“…How dare you.”

“That ‘how dare you’ is enough. Stop whining and attack quickly. Contracts are contracts. Finish this fast and return to your country.”

Swoosh!

Baek Jin-woo deployed Fenrir (A-class), Shadow Wolf (B-class), and Blood Fang (B-class).

Ramba continued stacking behind Doldol.

“Watch closely.”

Jin-woo said to Oh Sun-young.

“How I use wolves against them.”

Oh Sun-young swallowed hard.

Could her Fenrir really show strength against the overwhelming Japanese national team?

“I am Makoto.”

The first opponent: Makoto.

Ranked 7th in Japan.

“Let’s see if he’s as good as he thinks!”

“Makoto!”

Shusuke barked.

“Don’t underestimate him! Don’t get excited like Ryo!”

Makoto flinched. He had almost repeated Ryo’s mistake.

Nothing more foolish than getting emotional in real combat.

“….”

Watching them, Jin-woo calmly sent his wolves.

Yes, ignore them. Let’s see how they perform.

Growl, bark!

Fenrir, running forward, opened its jaws wide, then suddenly changed direction.

“Huh?”

Makoto narrowed his eyes.

‘Where are you going?’

Trying to go behind? Was he supposed to take the hit…?

Crunch!

Makoto’s reaction came too late—Fenrir had already bitten him.

Because Fenrir shifted direction again!

‘Insane, body fake?’

It was so clean that no words could describe it.

And it wasn’t just one wolf.

All three moved in dazzling patterns, biting the limbs of the stunned summons.

Crunch, crunch!

There was no evading.

The wolves’ teeth found the vital spots perfectly.

“Wh-what!”

It was different. Something was off about their movements.

“Kill!”

Makoto’s summons retaliated, but even while biting, they couldn’t avoid being shredded.

‘Is this even possible?’

With just a hair’s breadth difference, the wolves avoided attacks and countered perfectly.

Anyone watching would scream “bug!” at their flawless moves.

Crunch, crunch!

The rampaging wolves were like hyenas.

Leaping here and there, biting necks, tearing out organs.

Ramba? Doldol?

They didn’t even move from their spots.

With just three summons, Jin-woo was devastating the Japanese rankers’ five summons.

‘This…’

The most shocked person here was Oh Sun-young.

‘These are my summons…?’

She had previously justified losses by blaming their stats, but now it was clear.

It wasn’t the summons’ stats that were lacking—it was the player’s skill.

Hong Ari, Gi Jae-hyuk, Kang Ji-ho…

All were stunned.

They just stared blankly at the wolves’ exquisite movements.

“Uh… uh…”

Makoto was flustered.

No matter how he moved, it was useless.

Even trying to command them was futile.

His learned basics? None worked against Jin-woo.

To Jin-woo, they were nothing more than raw, unrefined techniques.

Easy to counter, easy to exploit.

It was like a professional 9-dan Go player playing with a 1st-dan, not even an amateur.

“This… how… how is this possible…”

Makoto muttered, looking at Shusuke.

Shusuke pressed a hand to his forehead in resignation.

Yes. He had to admit it.

‘He’s strong.’

Now he understood why Yoshida Hikaru instructed him to treat Jin-woo with utmost respect.

‘JinwooGod… they called him?’

It was different. Like a completely different species.

For players, Jin-woo was… well, godlike.

If he were in that position, could he have made wolves shred Makoto like that?

Answer: No.

He had no confidence.

How could he unleash such power using summons that weren’t even his own?

‘And yet…’

Jin-woo hadn’t even used his true abilities.

The “training instructor” seen in videos didn’t participate.

The scythe-wielding reaper? Still not visible.

‘This is…’

Defeat.

Complete, utter defeat.

Shusuke looked at Jin-woo in disbelief.

‘A genius.’

Literally a talent from heaven.

He had thought Yoshida Hikaru was the genius.

But the real genius was someone else.

Why does heaven give a genius to the peninsula and not an island?

Crunch, crunch!

Finally, Fenrir tore the last summon’s neck, ending the fight.

Makoto’s shield broke.

He slumped to the ground in despair.

“This… impossible… no way…”

He kept muttering, clearly in shock.

Then, Jin-woo looked at Shusuke.

Yoo Baek’s last opponent.

“Shall we start?”

-Growl-

Fenrir now roared at Shusuke.

“….”

Shusuke, who had been deep in thought, slowly opened his eyes.

They held a mixture of emotions: disbelief, astonishment… and poison.

‘In pure size, I might lose.’

But?

If he used all his strength, not just size?

He might win.

Swoosh.

In fact, he had something in his pocket.

[Supreme Speed Boost Scroll]
[Grade: A]
[Temporarily increases a summon’s movement speed by 10x.]

A ridiculously expensive scroll worth over 100 billion.

Hikaru had given it to him with the instruction: never use it unless life is in danger.

‘But…’

If he loses here, it’s basically the same as losing his life.

If Japan’s 3rd-ranked player falls, it’s far worse than death—it’s pure humiliation.

Finally, Shusuke pulled out the scroll and glared at Jin-woo.

“Why?”

Jin-woo smirked.

“You gonna tear that? Not a very smart choice, I’d say.”

If he used that cheap tactic…

Jin-woo wasn’t about to just stand by.

Already, Doldol had invisibly positioned himself next to Shusuke.

If he tore that scroll?

Doldol, with stacks accumulated over 4+ hours, would unleash a frenzy.

“Go ahead, try tearing it.”

A sly grin.

With his arms crossed, Jin-woo relaxed, corner of his mouth curling upwards.