[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 358

【Instant kill! Total annihilation!! How should I describe this? Absolutely amazing, Shin Yong Loan Team!】

“Phew— That’s what you call a quick kill.”

Han Ga-eul, exhaling cigarette smoke, slowly began to move. Her foot calmly rested on the neck of the fallen female archer, who was foaming at the mouth.

*Snap.*

*Crack—*

As her foot slowly applied pressure, the sound of bones dislocating echoed from the archer’s neck.

“Gasp! Ga-eul!!”

Noa Taylor, who had been watching Han Ga-eul, was the first to react, rushing forward.

“No, no!”

“Huh? Why?”

Noa Taylor, frantically grabbing and pulling Han Ga-eul’s arm, was met with a face that seemed to ask, “What’s the problem?”

Noa Taylor almost stopped breathing.

There was no malice in those sparkling pink eyes, shining like gemstones.

As if it were the most natural thing to do.

“It’s a competition!”

“Ah… I forgot.”

*Beep!*

“Th-the match is over!!”

The referee, seeing this belatedly, blew the whistle in a panic.

“Hehe, my bad.”

Han Ga-eul, with an innocent smile, leisurely blew out cigarette smoke.

It wasn’t just Noa Taylor who broke into a cold sweat at the sight of Han Ga-eul.

“Whew!”

Professor Hwang Mi-ran, sitting in the professor’s seat, finally exhaled the breath she had been holding and glanced to the side.

Professor Gong Hyun-pil of Class B, his soul seemingly drained, was staring blankly into space with his mouth agape.

After looking at him, Professor Hwang Mi-ran turned her gaze back to the arena and let out another deep sigh of relief.

‘Is she… a problem child?’

From Professor Hwang Mi-ran’s perspective, Han Ga-eul’s relationships with her peers weren’t exactly bad.

Though her circle was quite narrow, she was exceptionally good at taking care of her own people. She often came to Hwang Mi-ran to act cute, making it impossible not to adore her.

However, there was one major issue: there was no middle ground with her.

Her way of thinking wasn’t rigidly black-and-white, but rather, it was free-spirited.

Yet, once she labeled someone as an enemy, she seemed to stop seeing them as human.

“Hey!”

A sweet voice reached Professor Hwang Mi-ran’s ears as she continued to ponder.

“Are you deaf? Hey, you lump.”

The voice belonged to Han Ga-eul.

And Han Ga-eul’s cigarette holder was pointing towards Professor Hwang Mi-ran’s side.

Professor Gong Hyun-pil, who had been sitting there dazed, pointed at himself with his finger.

“Yeah, you, punk. If you mess with our teacher, I’ll smash your head— Mmph! Mmph!!”

“Haha, sorry. I think she’s had a bit too much to drink.”

Kim Chan-yong, hastily covering Han Ga-eul’s mouth, gestured to the two people beside him.

Shin Yong and Noa Taylor nodded in response.

They were in sync now.

“Our crazy girl has been very rude, Professor Gong Hyun-pil. We’ll make sure she takes her medicine right away.”

“Mmph! Mmph!”

The trio, bowing slightly to Professor Gong Hyun-pil, dragged Han Ga-eul out of the arena.

Even as they left, Han Ga-eul’s cigarette holder kept poking towards Professor Gong Hyun-pil.

***

After the Shin Yong Loan Team left, the professors’ gazes naturally shifted to one spot.

*Grind.*

The sound of Professor Gong Hyun-pil grinding his teeth echoed ominously.

As if that wasn’t enough, he openly displayed hostility towards Professor Hwang Mi-ran.

“What are you looking at?”

“Wh-what did you say…?!”

They say people start to resemble each other when they’re close.

Professor Hwang Mi-ran was…

Even I was surprised by what I said myself.

“Trampling on someone who’s already down? Who taught you that? Oh, it was you!”

“My disciple learned from me. Who else would they learn from?”

Professor Hwang Mi-ran, feeling like the spilled water couldn’t be unspilled, was going all out.

And so, Professor Hwang was having an untimely Han Ga-eul experience.

“Remember, Team Ace from Class B is still in the game. Of course, we won’t meet them until the finals, but who knows if Class J will even make it that far.”

“You know what? Our kid didn’t even pull out a weapon.”

“A weapon?”

Professor Hwang Mi-ran, who had just blurted that out, felt a pang of guilt.

She suddenly remembered that her disciple had chosen a training axe with a magic wand.

“…Well, that’s a thing, so just ignore it and focus on your own disciples.”

“What did you say, you punk?”

“Punk? Did you just call me a punk?”

Just as another fight was about to break out, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared and approached Professors Hwang Mi-ran and Gong Hyun-pil.

“Why are you all fighting?”

“Principal!”

“Welcome, Principal.”

All the professors nearby, including the two, stood up and bowed their heads toward the suddenly appearing principal.

“That student must be the one who received the Supporter role. I remember all the faces of the students from the entrance ceremony, but I don’t think I’ve seen this face before.”

“Ga-eul was a bit late with her enrollment, so that’s probably why.”

The principal’s eyes were drawn to Han Ga-eul, who was being dragged along by the three companions.

***

Thump thump thump.

On the grassy field where they always ate. There, Han Ga-eul, wearing an apron, was chopping away with her knife, her mouth hanging open.

“That punk picked a fight with our teacher?”

“What are you going to do if you charge at the professor?”

“Yong wants pepper powder bibimbap.”

“I’ll kill you, Gong Hyun-pil!”

Shin Yong, who had been sitting on the mat, suddenly stood up, and Kim Chan-yong pulled his arm.

“Why are you getting involved too?”

“Han Ga-eul. Kim Chan-yong says he wants pepper rice too.”

“I’ll kill you, Gong Hyun-pil!”

***

The Wisdom Academy’s tournament has two squads from each class competing.

From Class A to Class J.

That makes a total of 20 teams from 10 classes.

Out of these 20 teams, five will remain after two victories in a tournament format.

– From Class D of the first year, Professor Ha Su-jin’s disciples, Team Haeeoreum!

-Whoa!!

As expected from a stadium filled with thousands, the cheers alone made the surroundings shake and reverberate.

– Facing them, from Class J, Professor Hwang Mi-ran’s disciples, Team Shin Yong Loan!

-Whoaaa!!

The audience was fair.

Bigger cheers poured out for the team that showed a fiery performance.

[Team Haeeoreum has a combination of 1 tank, 2 attackers, and 1 mage.]

[The mage’s firepower is impeccable, but the need for casting time itself is a big disadvantage in PvP.]

[That’s right. It’ll be interesting to see if Team Haeeoreum can pull it off like in their previous match.]

While the commentary was going on, the two teams walked to the center of the arena and faced each other.

The host, waiting for the commentator to finish, nodded and raised the microphone again.

– Salute!

Upon hearing the host’s voice, Team Shin Yong Loan bowed their heads.

When they raised their heads again, what they saw was Team Haeeoreum’s sly smiles.

“Let’s do our best.”

“Damn it…”

“Ugh!”

– To the location!

The three companions, in a hurry, covered Han Ga-eul’s mouth and dragged her to the starting point.

“Ugh! Ugh!!”

“Calm down. Trash talk and provocations before a fight are common.”

Finally, after Han Ga-eul nodded, Shin Yong’s hand fell away.

“Plan?”

“First, Formation A.”

“What’s that?”

“Did we even have that?”

“I don’t know…”

“Just stand in a line.”

Only then did the three companions nod their heads.

“Perfectly understood.”

【The Shin Yong Loan Team is once again improvising strategies on the arena.】

【This arena is designed so that the voices of the participants are clearly heard in the spectator seats.】

The arena is largely divided into the combat area and the spectator seats.

Once the battle starts, the commentator’s voice is blocked so the participants can’t hear it, but now it’s before the start.

Nevertheless, Han Ga-eul nonchalantly lifted her pipe.

─Click, click.

“Phew─”

【Cadet Han Ga-eul has lit her pipe before the match again. Perhaps she intends to finish the battle before the pipe goes out.】

【Some have criticized her attitude, but recently, more cadets have been looking for pipes in the market, right?】

【Ah, that’s right. In fact, I bought one too.】

Han Ga-eul, looking around the arena, tilted her head.

“But it’s another open field this time. Does the field never change?”

“The finals are a pentamatch where five teams fight simultaneously. The field changes to a special one then.”

“Ah.”

【Listening to the Shin Yong Loan Team, it seems they really came to the arena unprepared.】

【Yet, we all await the Shin Yong Loan Team’s match, which always delivers the most thrilling battles.】

【That’s right.】

─Beep!

【The match─ has begun!】

As the sound signaling the start of the match echoed, the Shin Yong Loan Team began charging towards the Haeoreum Team.

“Charge!!”

“Ugh!”

“Yahhh!”

“….”

“Noa is a pepper rice.”

“Ughhh!! Cheonggwang, it’s time to drink blood!!”

“That’s my line! Sahan, drink more than them!”

【The Shin Yong Loan Team is charging again!!】

─Whoa!!

Unlike the aggressive Shin Yong Loan Team, the Haeoreum Team was focusing on defense.

【The completion of the mage’s magic will determine the outcome.】

【The Haeoreum Team has, quite predictably, set up a solid defensive formation.】

Tat-tat-tat!

The three companions of the Shin Yong Loan Team, running at high speed, looked at Han Ga-eul.

They were asking what the mage would do.

Whether the mage was casting a short or long spell couldn’t be known until it was completed.

“I’ll handle the mage. Attack the egg and milk in one go.”

Shin Yong, looking at the female mage at the back of the Haeoreum Team, turned his gaze back to Han Ga-eul.

“That mage has no egg. There’s a fatal flaw in the strategy.”

【Shin Yong Loan Team, what on earth does that mean?】

“Just make sure they can’t reach me.”

“Got it.”

“Roger!”

“Let’s go!”

The three companions stomped the ground and charged forward even more fiercely.

**〈Magic Missile〉**

Thud!

Meanwhile, Han Ga-eul threw a Magic Missile towards the sky.

【Cadet Han Ga-eul, casting magic while running is truly impressive. But where on earth is she throwing it?】

【The Magic Missile was thrown way too high】

The tank of the Haorum Team glanced back as they saw the Shin Yong Loan Team rushing in.

The longer the casting, the stronger the magic—proof that the mage was still casting.

The Haorum Team had prepared thoroughly for this match. They calculated the width of the arena and the speed the Shin Yong Loan Team had shown in previous matches, planning to unleash their magic just before the enemy arrived.

They invested every bit of time efficiently to cast the strongest magic. That was the core of the Haorum Team’s strategy.

Luckily, the arena was vast—really vast.

Just as the Shin Yong Loan Team was almost upon the Haorum Team, the Haorum Team’s mage opened their eyes a beat early.

“Magic ready!”

The Haorum Team’s close-range dealers, hearing that voice, tried to back away.

Then, the mage would slam an area-of-effect spell into the enemy.

That was the Haorum Team’s plan.

〈Throw◎Curved Projectile〉

At that moment, the Magic Missile that had soared into the sky suddenly curved and plunged downward.

*Wham!*

“Ugh!”

A dull sound echoed as the mage’s head jerked back.

The massive fireball the mage had been casting vanished as a bonus.

Because of this, the Haorum Team’s close-range dealers, who were trying to retreat, had no choice but to clash with the oncoming Shin Yong Loan Team.

The three members of the Shin Yong Loan Team engaged in a fierce struggle with their pre-assigned opponents.

“No! We have to stop them!”

“Where do you think you’re going?”

*Clang!*

Shin Yong stepped back slightly, then swung his sword, causing flames to burst forth.

Seizing the moment, Han Ga-eul quickly slipped through the gap.

And so, Han Ga-eul and the mage faced each other.

The mage quickly altered their course with a short-cast spell.

“Ice…!”

A freezing spell, effective at halting the enemy’s movement.

The mage’s judgment was excellent.

But Han Ga-eul’s movements were faster.

“Vision-blocking spell, Blind!”

Han Ga-eul thrust their index and middle fingers forward with force.

*Thud!*

“Kyaaah!”

“No, Yeyoung!!!”

“Sorry, but you’re not getting through.”

*Clang!!*

Kim Chan-yong pushed even harder against the attacker who was trying to turn around.

“Ugh! Ice…!”

Despite the pain, the mage tried to cast another spell.

“Silence spell, Mute.”

“Guh…!”

Han Ga-eul grabbed the mage’s throat, and once again, the spell ended in failure.

“Silence really is reliable. Works like a charm.”

“Guh…! Gah…!”

“Guys, I’ve subdued the mage with my support magic!”

“That’s our Supporter for you!”

The principal, sitting in the spectator seats, watched the scene with gleaming eyes.

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