Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 313

Stole the Demon God’s Warehouse – Episode 317

Before entering the match, Se-un had clearly announced to the Diablo Guild members in the guild chat which match he would be challenging.

He didn’t want his fellow guild members wasting their time, at least.

Yet, Kang Han-cheol was waiting in the same waiting room.

There was only one answer.

“Did you come in on purpose?”

Kang Han-cheol nodded silently at Se-un’s question.

‘Come to think of it, he disappeared, saying he was preparing for his last match.’

It seemed that Kang Han-cheol’s ‘last match,’ which Yoo Seo-ah had told him about back then, was against him.

He wanted to finish the match quickly and check the Hidden Piece, but he never expected such a variable to arise.

“If you want to spar, I’m happy to do that separately.”

“What I want isn’t sparring. It’s a real battle where lives are at stake. I heard that’s possible here.”

“Because in the sparring system, even if you die in the match, you don’t actually die.”

If you lose the match, you’ll just be kicked out of the match.

He probably watched the matches at the Grand Festival, discovered that fact, and had been training while aiming for this opportunity.

Kang Han-cheol looked disheveled, as if he had just come from training.

“Well, if you want to fight me, you’ll have to make it to the finals.”

“No problem.”

“Well, I wouldn’t worry about you.”

The enemies in the Fighting Tournament are especially powerful compared to the enemies in other matches. Even combat-type players who are quite confident in their skills avoid this match.

However, Se-un knew Kang Han-cheol’s skills better than anyone.

No matter how much a player hones their skills, even the three enemies who were originally going to win this match wouldn’t be able to beat Kang Han-cheol with just fighting skills.

– The ‘Fighting Tournament’ will begin soon.

– Participants, please prepare to move to the arena.

“I hope you make it up.”

“It won’t take long.”

Thump!

The waiting room collapsed, and the arena of the Fighting Tournament revealed itself.

* * *

The first opponent was the player who had approached Se-un in the waiting room and greeted him first.

He confidently drew his weapon, asking to be taught a move.

Swish-

“Haha… You’re not teaching me a move; you’re teaching me a wall…”

He was eliminated from the match so futilely after being struck by Se-un’s single sword.

He was holding his other hand, the one not holding the weapon, to his chest, so he seemed to have some kind of secret technique, but who cares?

Even if it’s a secret technique, it’s just a trick to overcome a mediocre difference in skill. If the difference in skill is this great, it becomes meaningless.

“That side… got a difficult opponent from the start.”

Se-un turned his head to look at Kang Han-cheol’s arena.

The Fighting Tournament proceeds in a tournament format, and players are randomly assigned opponents within a set framework.

Unfortunately, Kang Han-cheol’s opponent was a skilled person who would originally have been in the top 3 of the Fighting Tournament.

He was a skinny old man, a master of Yushul [a Japanese martial art emphasizing grappling and throws] who taunted his opponents with drunken boxing.

“Heh, a young punk got caught. From the looks of it, he learned Kangkwon [a Korean martial art focused on powerful strikes] and trained his body, but he picked the wrong opponent.”

The old man laughed at Kang Han-cheol while drinking alcohol.

Indeed, steadfast Kangkwon is weak against Yushul.

No matter how strong one is, it was difficult to deal with Yushul, which swayed like flowing water.

“These days, kids only pursue strength mindlessly and don’t understand the essence of martial arts. Hic!”

The old man staggered towards Kang Han-cheol.

At first glance, it looked like just a drunken old man’s walk, but each step contained a footwork that had been trained for many years.

A footwork where you could never predict the next step.

Even though he was drunk, the old man’s eyes were fiercely flashing towards Kang Han-cheol.

“I’ll specially show you the true martial arts. The true martial arts that melt the joys and sorrows of life. Heul heul heul.”

The old man’s staggering body tilted greatly as if he was about to fall at any moment, then instantly shot towards Kang Han-cheol.

Following Kang Han-cheol’s reaction.

Standing in place, he steadfastly threw a punch.

The old man smirked at that honest blow and twisted his body to avoid the punch.

Indeed, a master of Yushul… just as those words were about to come out.

“Heok!”

The old man’s body was hit by the fist and bounced in the opposite direction.

After rotating several times in the air, even after hitting the ground, his body rotated like a wheel, and all the joints in his body were bent in the opposite direction.

No matter how much of a master of Yushul he was and how flexible his body was like an invertebrate, he wouldn’t be able to survive that impact.

The reason why the old man bounced away was simple.

The wind pressure flowing from Kang Han-cheol’s fist.

Even though his body didn’t directly touch it, the master of Yushul was bounced away in one blow by that simple wind pressure alone.

Watching that scene, Kang Han-cheol muttered lowly.

“I don’t know what you were trying to do, but it’s meaningless in the face of great power.”

After that, Se-un and Kang Han-cheol began to climb the tournament at a terrifyingly fast pace.

* * *

– Ah, it’s truly unstoppable! Amazing. Player Se-un! Player Kang Han-cheol! The match time for both of them doesn’t exceed ten seconds from the start!

– It seems that the one who takes 3rd place in this match will be the one who doesn’t get caught by those two!

Was it a trick of fate? Se-un and Kang Han-cheol didn’t meet in the bracket until they reached the finals.

As if someone had intended it, they avoided each other, and finally, they could only meet in the finals.

“Am I really 3rd place? Is this just luck…?”

As the commentator said, 3rd place went to the player who met the two the latest.

No, it’s not like he didn’t have the ability. He was a person with sufficient skill, as he had defeated his opponent in the last 3rd place match and taken his place.

Of course, no one was interested in 3rd place.

“Wow!”

“Finally, we’ll see a real match!”

“But still, isn’t the outcome already decided?”

“What are you talking about! That big guy is no joke! The undefeated record is over now!”

“Is the record finally going to be broken in the 100th match?”

The first opponent to appear who could rival Se-un.

With the appearance of that existence, the audience was more excited than ever.

In fact, the power that Kang Han-cheol had shown while reaching the finals exceeded Se-un’s expectations, so the number of spectators betting on Kang Han-cheol’s victory was considerable.

The Diablo Guild was also in an uproar.

It became known that Kang Han-cheol had openly entered the match in which Se-un was participating, and all the guild members who had been scattered gathered in the stands.

“Han-cheol, will he be okay?”

“But I know that you can’t use magic in the Fighting Tournament. Then, isn’t there enough possibility?”

“Oh, that’s true. Since you have to fight only within the arena, the geographical advantage will be more favorable to Han-cheol.”

The audience seats were full of people.

No, it wasn’t just full. All the seats were sold out, and even the people standing in the back were full.

Even this was not enough, and the game had to be broadcast on a screen outside the Colosseum.

– It’s an amazing number of spectators! This is the most spectators that have gathered for one match since the Grand Festival has been going on for 100 years… no, I think it’s the first time!

Among those numerous spectators, Se-un and Kang Han-cheol silently rose to the arena.

The number of participants they had defeated to get here was roughly twenty.

Thanks to that, both of their bodies were sufficiently warmed up.

“You really came up.”

“It was boring.”

As befitting the finals, the appearance of the arena was different from before.

The size alone was large enough to fill the Colosseum, and a threatening dragon head pattern was largely engraved in the center.

“I heard you can’t use magic here.”

“Because it’s a Fighting Tournament, just like the name of the match.”

“I wish I could fight you in a complete state… but I admit that my power is not enough to do that yet.”

Just as Se-un knew Kang Han-cheol’s power, Kang Han-cheol also knew Se-un’s power through numerous spars.

In Zehetan, Kang Han-cheol succeeded in making Se-un take out his weapon, but he couldn’t draw out his magic.

That’s probably the same now.

He seemed to regret it, but his honest admission was admirable.

“So, I’ll start with this first and gradually surpass you.”

A firm gaze that showed his determination.

His belief was felt in the fists that collided in front of his chest.

Se-un nodded, and the commentator, noticing this, prepared for the start of the match.

– A match that will remain the most popular match in the Moraf Grand Festival. Perhaps, the match that will remain with the best name is now!

Se-un drew Durandal, and Kang Han-cheol also tensed the muscles of his entire body and prepared for battle.

Even the spectators who were shouting cheers were infected with tension and swallowed their saliva, then.

– Let’s begin!

Bang!

The gunshot signaling the start of the match rang out.

At the same time, the two kicked off the floor so strongly that the gunshot was drowned out and charged straight ahead.

– The third form of the Blood Wolf Sword Technique, Blood Wolf Assault (血狼襲擊) [Xuelang Xiji in pinyin], is enhanced through internal energy.

– The power of martial arts is enhanced according to the mysteries of the Breaking Extremes Heart Technique.

Since they already knew each other’s strength well, there was no need for a tedious probing.

The two’s attacks poured out immediately.

Se-un’s sword flashed red, imbued with internal energy, and Kang Han-cheol’s fist also roared lowly, receiving the power of Agares.

Following the collision.

A shockwave spread to the audience seats along with a roar that was hard to imagine as a sword and fist colliding.

– Constellation, ‘The Crow Who Bows His Head,’ is paying attention.

– Constellation, ‘Old Man Riding a Crocodile,’ chuckles pleasantly, saying that this time it won’t be easy.

– Constellation, ‘The Serpent Surrounding Jealousy,’ nods at the power of the two, saying that their growth rate is surprisingly fast compared to Zehetan.

It could be seen with just one exchange.

‘He got stronger.’

Did he discover a stroke of good luck in the 45th floor of the labyrinth?

Kang Han-cheol, one of the strongest in the Diablo Guild, was said to have passed the labyrinth the latest, so even if it wasn’t a stroke of good luck, something must have happened inside.

A strength that couldn’t be compared to that of Zehetan.

The sword and fist collided, but Se-un’s hand holding the sword was starting to hurt.

“I’ll tell you in advance.”

– Player Kang Han-cheol uses ‘Commencement of War (開戰) [Kaizhan in pinyin].’

Thwack!

When Kang Han-cheol slammed his fist down, rocks rose from the ground and covered Se-un.

Before, he would just cause an earthquake, or at most, crack the ground a little if he put more force into it, but now that he was used to the power of the earthquake, he seemed to be able to control the earth freely by controlling the vibrations.

Thud.

‘Oh no….’

He tried to step back as he saw Kang Han-cheol approaching, but the rocks were blocking his back.

In the first place, the attack just now was not to attack Se-un but to block his retreat.

Turning his eyes away from the rocks and looking straight ahead, Kang Han-cheol’s fist, already imbued with the power of the earthquake, was right in front of his nose.

“You can never win if you’re as half-assed as you were in Zehetan.”

Thwaaang-!!

Less than a minute after the match started, the wide and clean arena had been half destroyed.