Descent Of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 65

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“Hey, isn’t Kang Jin-ho that bastard annoying?”

“Why?”

“Look at his expression. Doesn’t it seem like he’s enjoying this?”

The person who looked at Kang Jin-ho at his friend’s words tilted his head.

Enjoying it? That expression?

In the first place, he doesn’t have any expression on his face, so what does he mean by enjoying it?

“Really? He just looks like he’s not interested.”

“Then that’s even more annoying.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I want to mess with that bastard.”

“What? How? I heard he got a scholarship to get in. He’s good at studying, handsome, and rich. What are you going to do?”

“I have a friend who went to Dongmyeong High School.”

“Yeah.”

“When I asked him, he said he’s bad at sports. They were in the same class in the first year of high school, and he said his athletic ability was almost zero.”

“Really? Well, it doesn’t matter if he’s bad at sports, does it?”

“I’m going to screw with him.”

Hwang Jong-in approached Kang Jin-ho.

“Kang Jin-ho.”

Kang Jin-ho raised his head and looked at Hwang Jong-in.

“Want to play a game of futsal?”

“I’m fine.”

“Don’t be like that, let’s play a game. Youmin too.”

Kang Jin-ho stared at Hwang Jong-in silently.

Does he know what he’s saying?

Or…….

Kang Jin-ho knew the answer. But he didn’t want to escalate the situation.

“I’m fine.”

“It would be good to play a game… Why? Are you not confident?”

“Yes.”

Kang Jin-ho cut him off cleanly.

When he came out like this, there was no room for Hwang Jong-in to dig deeper. But Hwang Jong-in was persistent.

“Hey, it’s not like anyone is good at it, we’re just doing it for fun. Just a two-on-two match. We can just bet and eat ice cream.”

“I’m fine.”

“…Oh, right.”

Hwang Jong-in smiled awkwardly as if he was sorry.

“Youmin can’t play soccer, right? Hey, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.”

Kang Jin-ho got up from his seat.

“Oh, why?”

“Get ready.”

“Get ready for what? To play a game?”

“Yes.”

“Oh? You’re coming on strong?”

Kang Jin-ho stared at Hwang Jong-in silently.

It was too easy to make Hwang Jong-in never speak again in this place.

But that method could not resolve the insult that Park Yu-min had received.

There was only one way.

To respond as they wanted and thoroughly crush them.

“A bet?”

“Are you going to bet? Really, with Park Yu-min?” Kang Jin-ho looked at Park Yu-min.

“You decide.”

“Huh?”

“You decide what kind of humiliation they should suffer.”

“Jin-ho, I…”

“Don’t you trust me?”

Park Yu-min looked at Kang Jin-ho.

He couldn’t understand what Kang Jin-ho was saying.

Don’t I trust you?

If Park Yu-min had to pick the person he trusted most in the world, Kang Jin-ho would be the first, no matter what anyone said.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do.”

Kang Jin-ho nodded.

“Decide.”

Park Yu-min thought for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“Let’s have the loser take the class in their underwear.”

“Oh! Are you okay with that, Park Yu-min?”

“I won’t be taking mine off, so I’m fine.” Hwang Jong-in chuckled.

“Well, we don’t care, but don’t come crying later saying you can’t do it.”

“Don’t worry.”

“It’s two-on-two. Get ready. The first side to score five goals wins.”

“Not a time limit?”

“This will end faster.” Hwang Jong-in was confident.

That was because he had been in the soccer club throughout middle and high school, and he had even dreamed of going pro at one point.

He had given up sports for his future because he was also good at studying, but he was confident that he had the skills to play as a starter on the Jae Kyung University soccer team right now.

What was there to worry about when Hwang Jong-in was going to play soccer against a sports idiot and a cripple?

Han Se-yeon, who was watching the situation, called out to Kang Jin-ho.

“Hey, Kang Jin-ho.”

“What is it?”

“You heard what he said, right?”

“Yes.”

“Crush them so they can never raise their faces again.”

“That’s what I intend to do.”

Han Se-yeon glared at Hwang Jong-in, as if she was also angry.

Jeong Seong-gu, Hwang Jong-in’s friend who was watching the situation, quietly approached Hwang Jong-in.

“Hey, weren’t you too harsh? The others don’t look too happy.”

“Don’t worry, man.”

“Are you sure I don’t have to worry?”

“It’ll all be forgotten if we win in style anyway. Do you think this is the first time I’ve experienced something like this?”

“…I’ll trust you.”

Jeong Seong-gu had a sullen face, but it was already done, so he couldn’t back out now.

“It’s two-on-two. Neither of you can use your hands, okay?”

“Got it.”

It would be an impossible game on a soccer field, but it was a possible two-on-two futsal game on a futsal court.

Kang Jin-ho slowly approached Park Yu-min.

“Go to the front of the goal.”

“Huh?”

“When I give you the ball, just roll it in.”

“…Okay.”

Park Yu-min slowly walked towards the goal.

He seemed to be trying hard not to limp. That made Kang Jin-ho feel even worse. Park Yu-min had always had a complex about his leg. But to deliberately bring up that part and make him conscious of it was not something a thoughtful person would do.

It was a deliberate and malicious act.

He could understand.

It wasn’t like he had only experienced such things once or twice. But the problem was that the target was Park Yu-min.

“Let’s start. You guys take the ball first.” Hwang Jong-in kicked the ball to Kang Jin-ho as if he was doing him a favor.

“Don’t forget the bet.”

“You guys shouldn’t forget. Why are you saying that to me?”

“I see.”

Kang Jin-ho kicked the ball lightly as he slowly walked forward.

“Hehe.”

Hwang Jong-in burst out laughing.

The way he was kicking the ball was the epitome of a sports idiot. Just by seeing him kicking the ball with the tip of his foot instead of the inside or outside of his foot, one could guess Kang Jin-ho’s skill.

Moreover, leaving the goal empty and having one person in front of the goal and the other dribbling the ball… didn’t that show how little they understood the game of futsal?

‘Get humiliated.’

He didn’t just plan to score five goals and win.

He was going to humiliate them so much that their faces would be burning red.

Hwang Jong-in slowly ran towards Kang Jin-ho.

“Here I come!”

Kang Jin-ho glanced at Hwang Jong-in and slowly dribbled the ball.

“Hey, do you know what happens when you kick the ball like that?”

“What happens?”

“It becomes like this!”

As soon as Hwang Jong-in saw Kang Jin-ho lightly kick the ball, he ran in and stole the ball.

No, he thought he had stolen the ball. But Hwang Jong-in’s foot cut through the air in vain. The ball, which had been given backspin, returned to Kang Jin-ho’s foot.

“What happens?”

Hwang Jong-in’s face contorted.

“You… you bastard. Were you making fun of me? I was going to go easy on you.”

“I’m asking you.”

Kang Jin-ho said slowly.

“What happens?”

Hwang Jong-in’s face turned pale.

“You bastard!”

Hwang Jong-in rushed towards Kang Jin-ho.

Kang Jin-ho looked at Hwang Jong-in and calmly dribbled the ball forward. Hwang Jong-in’s foot quickly approached the ball between Kang Jin-ho’s legs.

But that was it.

The ball seemed to have legs as it rolled slightly backward and then rolled back towards Kang Jin-ho’s left foot.

“…Wh-what?”

Kang Jin-ho looked at Hwang Jong-in and said.

“Is that all?”

“…”

Hwang Jong-in frowned slightly. It was a spin he had never heard of before.

He had heard that trick soccer players used that kind of spin. But unless you were a world-renowned top-class soccer player, you wouldn’t be able to put spin on the ball in a split second in a real game to block an opponent’s cut. But that was happening right in front of his eyes.

‘Is it a coincidence?’

But what if it wasn’t a coincidence?

Hwang Jong-in tensed up slightly. If it wasn’t a coincidence, something terrible could happen.

“I’m going to get serious?”

“Suit yourself.”

Hwang Jong-in rushed towards Kang Jin-ho. Kang Jin-ho slightly moved the ball backward. But what Hwang Jong-in was aiming for was not the ball in the first place.

Thud!

Hwang Jong-in’s huge body, almost 190 cm tall, slammed into Kang Jin-ho. He was planning to push him away with his shoulder and steal the ball. It was rough, but it wasn’t a foul.

But the result was the opposite of what he expected.

“Ugh!”

Hwang Jong-in felt the impact of hitting a rock and tumbled to the ground.

“Huh?”

Hwang Jong-in looked at Kang Jin-ho in a daze.

The classmates who were watching the scene burst out laughing.

“Why is he like that?”

“He came by himself and bumped into him, and then he fell over?”

“Isn’t he a complete pushover?”

Hwang Jong-in also had ears.

Hwang Jong-in’s face turned red as he got up from his seat.

Kang Jin-ho opened his mouth calmly.

“What are you doing?”

“What?”

“It’s not fun. Try harder. Don’t play around.”

“I’m really going to kill you.”

Kang Jin-ho shook his head.

“You’re not very smart.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“I’m just stating the facts. You’re so slow to grasp the situation… You should be grateful that you were born in this era.”

“What nonsense!”

At that moment, Kang Jin-ho slowly walked forward.

Hwang Jong-in was unconsciously staring at Kang Jin-ho.

‘What is it?’

He had to react.

Even if he didn’t think with his head, his body, which had been playing soccer consistently, should have reacted on its own, whether it was to bump into someone passing by or to kick the ball away.

But strangely, even though he could clearly see Kang Jin-ho passing by, his body didn’t react.

In the very brief moment when the energy flowed, Kang Jin-ho had taken advantage of that moment.

But there was no way Hwang Jong-in could have known that.

“Huh?”

While he was standing there dumbfounded, Kang Jin-ho leisurely dribbled the ball towards the goal.

“What is he doing?”

“Isn’t he stupid? Why is he just watching?” Jeong Seong-gu, seeing Kang Jin-ho approaching, ran forward. He had to narrow the angle. Otherwise, they would concede a goal…

At that moment, Kang Jin-ho slowly pushed the ball to the side.

And the ball went straight to Park Yu-min, who was standing in front of the empty goal.

“That!”

Park Yu-min, seeing the ball rolling towards him, kicked it into the goal. But the ball went up in the air.

“Ah…”

Park Yu-min looked at Kang Jin-ho, fidgeting.

“Sorry.”

Kang Jin-ho shook his head.

“Roll it.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t kick it. You don’t need to kick it hard.”

“Oh, okay.”