Not All Heroes From Earth Are Bad [EN]: Chapter 114

Choi Hyun-seok cheered sincerely.

If he had been alone, he would have jumped up and down, shouting.

‘As expected, Raidrun! You’re the only one for me!’

The Red Nightmare!

The hero Raidrun appeared and stood against the wicked scoundrel.

Choi Hyun-seok secretly glared at Motem.

‘You’re done for now. Raidrun is incredibly strong!’

Raidrun and Motem were walking towards the center of the training ground.

Choi Hyun-seok checked them both with the combat power meter.

[ Combat Power: 199,958 ]

Motem’s combat power was nearly 200,000, barely within the measurable range of the meter.

[ Combat Power: 168,302 ]

In comparison, Raidrun’s combat power was about 170,000.

About 30,000 lower than Motem.

But that didn’t matter.

‘At that level, 30,000 isn’t that big of a difference.’

If someone with a combat power of 10,000 fights someone with 40,000, the one with 40,000 will almost certainly win.

But the fight between 170,000 and 200,000 is different.

‘How you use your power is more important.’

Clearly, having a combat power of 200,000 is more advantageous.

It means the basic stats are better.

But no matter how good the stats are, it’s useless if the user is ignorant.

Unless there’s an overwhelming difference, there’s a good chance of winning even with lower combat power.

In fact, Choi Hyun-seok had defeated countless beings with higher combat power than himself.

‘Raidrun is the best fighter among the demons I know, relative to his combat power.’

Recently, after seeing demons and humans of similar levels, he realized it for sure.

Raidrun is really strong.

Much more than his combat power suggests.

Choi Hyun-seok had never even seen Raidrun’s full power.

In the last battle against the hero of the Holy Empire, he had seen Raidrun fighting while exhausted.

Yet he knew Raidrun was strong.

He couldn’t even imagine what kind of power he would unleash if he fought at full strength in top condition.

“Fighting! Please win!”

Choi Hyun-seok shouted with all his might.

Then Motem and Raidrun turned around at the same time.

“Ah… both of you, fighting! Everyone can be a winner in a sparring match… hahaha…!”

Choi Hyun-seok said with a bright smile.

Rachel, who was watching him from the side, sighed deeply.

“Hero, aren’t you being too pathetic? You’re a regular hero now; you should have some pride.”

“Does pride feed you? If you die, there’s no pride or anything else.”

“Well, I guess so!”

“Enough, don’t talk to me now. It’s starting.”

Choi Hyun-seok put on a serious expression and stared ahead.

‘I have to concentrate.’

It’s not often that you get to see strong people at this level fighting.

Hemis is too far outside the norm to learn anything from watching her, but he might be able to gain something from the fight between Raidrun and Motem.

The hero Choi Hyun-seok was pathetic, but he was always a professional when it came to combat.

***

Motem stretched his shoulders to loosen up.

“I’ll concede the first move.”

He had a relaxed attitude.

He didn’t even draw the greatsword on his back.

“Aren’t you going to draw your sword?”

“I decided to only draw this sword against true warriors. I’d feel sorry for the sword if I used it to cut down just anyone.”

Motem said, tapping his sword lightly.

“I’ve been a little worried because I haven’t had to draw it at all lately.”

It was quite a strong provocation, but Raidrun’s expression remained unchanged.

He nodded indifferently.

“Then I’ll begin.”

“Come.”

Raidrun kicked off the ground.

With a whooshing sound, his figure shot forward like an arrow.

Before Motem knew it, he was in front of him, throwing a punch.

Pow-pow-pow-!

Hands and feet crossed.

Raidrun and Motem exchanged blows non-stop.

The speed of their hands was so fast that the watching demons couldn’t tell what was happening.

Only Choi Hyun-seok could roughly grasp what was going on between them.

“You’re quite capable, more than I thought. There must be a reason why Hemis took you in.”

Motem said, slightly widening the distance.

They had exchanged dozens of blows in a short time, but neither of them had landed a clean hit.

Raidrun stretched his shoulders and loosened up, just like Motem had done.

“That was just a warm-up. I tend not to go all out unless my opponent is a true warrior.”

A provocation using the words Motem had said earlier.

The corner of Motem’s mouth twisted.

“Your jokes are top-notch.”

“I’m serious.”

“I hope your skills are as good as your words.”

The two began to clash again.

Faster than before.

Colliding more fiercely.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The training ground echoed with the clash of magical energy.

Even though neither of them was using aura, the power was overwhelming.

Whoosh!

In an instant, Raidrun’s fist struck Motem’s abdomen.

A shallow groan escaped Motem’s lips.

His armor was dented deeply from the punch.

Thwack, thwack! Pow-pow-pow!

Raidrun relentlessly pressed his attack.

Gradually, Motem’s punches missed more often.

And the more they missed, the more accurately Raidrun’s punches struck Motem.

He had grasped Motem’s movements in real-time during the battle.

“Hoo…”

By now, Motem was battered and bruised.

The black armor he was wearing was so crumpled in places that it could no longer function properly.

Suddenly, Motem stepped back.

Raidrun looked puzzled, but then.

Motem lowered his head.

“I’m sorry.”

Raidrun paused at the sudden apology.

“What do you mean?”

“I was arrogant. I didn’t expect there to be demons like you left in this era.”

Swish…

Motem drew the greatsword from his back.

At the same time, his damaged armor returned to its original state.

Since it was a magical armor made from Motem’s magical energy in the first place, it could be restored at any time before his magical energy ran out.

“You are a warrior.”

The aura of Motem, who was holding the greatsword and taking a stance, was on a different level than before.

“Warrior versus warrior. I will engage in battle seriously.”

“Very well.”

A deep smile hung on Raidrun’s lips as he clenched his fist.

***

Choi Hyun-seok watched the battle with wide eyes.

As if he couldn’t miss a single moment.

His head was spinning non-stop as he watched the battle with eyes that looked like they would fall out.

‘The level… no, the dimension is different.’

Motem and Raidrun clashing in the training ground.

Their battle was much fiercer than Choi Hyun-seok had expected.

And much more high-level.

‘Honestly, I thought it was manageable when they were just exchanging punches at first… I was completely wrong.’

In the early stages of the sparring match.

Before Motem drew his greatsword.

At that time, Choi Hyun-seok was impressed, but not that surprised.

He thought that even if they were much stronger than he was now, he would be able to catch up someday.

However, the situation changed after Motem drew his sword.

‘Raidrun has also improved a level, but that Motem guy is really… a monster in himself.’

Suddenly, he remembered what Hemis had said before leaving.

“At least in our legion, no one except me can beat Motem.”

No one in the Third Legion except Hemis can beat Motem.

To be honest, he was a little doubtful at the time.

There were many division commanders with combat powers exceeding 200,000.

Even the crocodile head Grat had that much.

Division commanders aren’t chosen by playing ddakji [a Korean game similar to Pogs].

They have won and defended their positions through countless battles.

Among such people, how could he be sure that Motem could beat other division commanders?

It was hard to accept, but now he understands.

Hemis was right.

‘He has no choice but to be sure. How can you beat a monster like that?’

Motem seemed to be casting magic.

The speed of the two was almost the same, but Raidrun’s attacks hardly reached Motem.

Even though he was using aura.

Motem parried everything simply by wielding his sword and moving his body.

He was moving as if he knew everything.

How Raidrun would move.

How he should move so that Raidrun couldn’t respond.

He couldn’t do that unless he predicted and moved each and every move.

He’s so capable that you might even think he has the ability to see the future.

‘How can he change so much just by holding a sword?’

Choi Hyun-seok seriously suspected that some kind of magical power was imbued in Motem’s sword.

However, that’s a wrong idea.

It is true that Motem’s sword is a masterpiece, but the sword does not have the function of predicting the future.

The sword is just a sword.

In fact, the reason why Motem’s movements changed is simple.

It’s because he didn’t learn how to fight with his fists.

He was a swordsman who had only wielded a sword for hundreds of years, so the difference between holding a sword and not holding a sword was bound to be stark.

In other words, Motem’s combat sense was so outstanding that he was able to struggle with Raidrun, who was an expert, even if only for a short time, in a field he knew nothing about.

“Hoo…”

Raidrun let out a labored breath.

His body was already covered in red blood.

Thanks to his best efforts, there were no fatal wounds, but the bleeding was too severe.

Too many muscles were torn, and his movements were starting to become sluggish.

There was no point in fighting any further.

“I have lost.”

Raidrun lowered his head.

Motem lightly patted Raidrun’s shoulder.

“There’s no need to bow your head. It was a good sparring match.”

“Why did you lie?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you would do it seriously. But you didn’t, did you?”

Just now, when he drew his sword, Motem had said.

“Warrior versus warrior. I will engage in battle seriously.”

Engage in battle seriously.

In Raidrun’s opinion, Motem did not.

Because while he actively used Raidrun’s style of martial arts, Motem never used aura even once.

“Are you going to say that you engaged in battle seriously without even using aura?”

Raidrun asked.

It wasn’t exactly an angry or accusatory tone.

Just a question close to self-deprecation.

Then Motem laughed.

“If you put it that way, you didn’t engage seriously either, did you? I know you have hidden cards.”

“…”

“It’s not very warrior-like to scold your superior while doing that.”

“Haha…”

Raidrun shook his head.

“I’m sorry. It’s my complete defeat.”

“Complete defeat? Didn’t that human over there say? This is a sparring match.”

“…”

“Everyone can be a winner in a sparring match.”

Motem held out his hand.

“It was a good match.”

Raidrun smiled and grabbed his hand.

“It was an honor to be able to compete with you.”

In a heartwarming atmosphere, the two men sensed.

That this sparring match would not end with just this one time.

***

Barena Forest.

Screams were echoing through this place, which was the territory of the Holy Empire.

“Aaaah! Run away!”

Thousands of heavily armored humans were running around.

Their faces were all filled with fear.

“Hero! Where is Hero Zerena!?”

“You idiot! She’s already dead! Everyone’s dead!”

“I, I don’t want to die… please save me…!”

Crunch-!

The upper body of a soldier screaming in terror disappears.

Crunch, crunch…!

The soldier, still in his armor, began to be chewed by something.

Gulp…!

Something that swallowed the soldier smiled.

“Hmm~ I’m starting to get full.”

“Aaaah! You monster! Die!”

A commander who witnessed the death of his subordinate drew his sword and charged.

Anyone who saw it would say it was a brave sight, but the reality is cruel.

“Monster? That’s too harsh, don’t you think?”

Flash-!

With a light gesture, the knight is reduced to a handful of blood.

The soldiers, who had been watching with a glimmer of hope, panicked again and fled.

The commander they followed was a knight who had made a name for himself in the Empire.

With his collapse, there is no hope.

“Aaaah!”

“Run away! We have to run away!”

“It’s already too late. We’re all going to die… We can’t beat the Gourmet… The Empire will be destroyed…”

The existence that brought despair to everyone.

Hemis, called the Gourmet, stroked her white chin.

“Hmm~ Where should I go next?”

From the perspective of humans, a legendary demon that only appeared in history books.

The Gourmet.

Her appearance could only make all humans tremble in fear.