Chapter 51

Having made his remark, Professor Han trembled as if cold and averted his eyes from Do-yoon Song.

There was a reason for making such an unimaginable statement under normal circumstances.

It was all part of Professor Han’s plan.

Before the sparring match, they were supposed to provoke Song Do-yoon’s emotions and unsettle his mentality.

When someone who doesn’t even reach their toe bares their teeth and charges, it unsettles them.

After the initial shock, anger will follow, and with anger comes mistakes.

No matter how powerful Professor Han’s aura might be, in terms of its use, Song Do-yoon is one step ahead.

To create a mistake was the only way to ensure an intense fight.

Han absolutely had to win here.

If they won, they could crush Song Do-yoon so much that he’d never be able to raise his head again.

But if Han lost, it would make a comeback difficult for them.

Even reaching this point, gritting teeth and calling Song Do-yoon a “lesbian,” was a challenge that had Han feeling overwhelmed.

If they failed and lost momentum here, it would all be over.

Thus, Han had to win, which required relentless mental attacks against Song.

“Do you think… Hye-won will ever be with someone like you…?”

“Hey.”

“You can keep trying… but you won’t work. Hye-won… ga… ga… ga… likes someone with a bigger chest…”

With a shaky body, Professor Han steadied his voice as best he could.

“Not someone like you, like an olive on a chopping board!”

Suddenly, Song Do-yoon involuntarily glanced down at his chest.

Unlike Professor Han’s practice suit that emphasized an imposing bust, Do-yoon’s own chest was flat.

“Can you feel the difference in strength…?”

In response to Han’s words, Song Do-yoon tried their best to maintain composure, responding coldly.

“You’ll feel the difference in strength when you’re kneeling at my feet outside.”

“Even if I lose to you… nothing will change.”

Professor Han finally managed to meet Song’s gaze.

“You don’t know that, do you…?”

Song Do-yoon remained silent, looking down coldly at Han.

Professor Han gathered all his energy and delivered one last blow.

“Hye-won has black pubic hair.”

Song Do-yoon’s eyes flickered in response.

Without saying a word, Song continued to stare at Han before finally speaking.

“Don’t mess with me.”

“If you don’t believe me, I can show you the pictures stored on my phone.”

Song Do-yoon’s eyes flared with an aura like sparks flying.

“Moist and smelly, sticking to her groin like dried seaweed…”

Song Do-yoon tightly grabbed the collar of Han’s suit.

“Shut up! Just shut up!”

In a state of rage, Song Do-yoon shook Han violently as if intending to rip out their throat.

Wobbling, Professor Han thought to themselves.

It had worked.

Professor Hyun’s strategy had hit the mark.

“It might be unethical, but hint that you and Student Hye-won have a secret relationship. That should be enough to destabilize Student Song Do-yoon.”

Professor Hyun had added,

“Of course, this is absolutely secret from Student Hye-won.”

Of course, Professor. If Hye-won knew, it would be hard for both me and even you to handle.

Yet how could you ask two guidance students to make up such things?

How could such a dignified person utter such embarrassing words so casually?

Professor Hyun was a good person, but sometimes they could be quite frightening.

It must be the mental barrier, right?

However…

It hurts to be grabbed by the collar by the top-tier ace student.

“Let go…”

“Hye-won could never have done such a thing with someone like you… Where are you getting this nonsense? Ah, I see, you’re just trying to provoke me, aren’t you? That’s it, isn’t it?”

With the collar still clutched in Han’s hand, he defiantly shot back.

“If that’s what you want to believe, then… kek… fine. It won’t change anything anyway!”

Suddenly, Han summoned an aura and slapped away Song Do-yoon’s arm.

Song Do-yoon, having lost their grip, glared at Han, trembling.

Stop it… Just stop it…

Hye-won could never be with someone like you, who’s like seaweed soaked in water…

Clearly, she cheered me on today, telling me to do well in this match, not to lose…

If I lose, not only would I be embarrassed, but I would die of shame…

She said not to go easy on me just because I’m a fellow guidance student…

Even told me to make an example of lower-level students so they wouldn’t dare to challenge the upper level again!

And she even smiled at me!

“Hye-won smiled at me.”

“When she clung to me like a baby, she also did that.”

Each word from Han turned into an aura-laden fist, mercilessly battering Song Do-yoon’s mind.

Fur, olives, sour smell, seaweed, phone-cam, baby…

Before the sparring match had even begun, Song Do-yoon’s mind had been relentlessly assaulted.

Certainly, his rational mind was telling him all of this was a lie.

However, Song Do-yoon couldn’t shake the image of Hye-won lying beneath Han from his mind.

Simultaneously, an itchy sensation appeared between his thighs, leading to an overwhelming feeling of self-loathing.

I have to… kill her…

Only by killing her can I save Hye-won…

I have to kill her…

A snake that nested in Song Do-yoon’s heart stuck out its tongue and raised its head.

[The selected participants, please proceed to the arena quickly!]

As the delay stretched, an announcement came from outside.

Song Do-yoon turned around, exuding an ominous dark blue aura, and walked out.

Once they disappeared, Han exhaled the breath they had been holding, leaning against the wall.

Their body was soaked in sweat from the tension, and their legs kept threatening to give out.

No. This is just the start.

The real battle is ahead.

I have to take revenge on Song Do-yoon for humiliating me and seize this chance to move up to the upper class.

Only then can I meet and repay the professor’s and Hye-won’s expectations.

And…

For my parents who entrusted me to the professor…

I’ll become S-class, just as my parents wish!

If I have to win here, then so be it!

Han pushed off the wall and followed Song to the arena.

Whether or not Hye-won has black or blonde pubic hair, what does it matter to me?

***

Although a little late, both Han Min-ha and Song Do-yoon soon walked into the arena.

Judging from Song Do-yoon’s ferocious aura and the slightly crumpled state of Min-ha’s suit, it seemed Min-ha had properly agitated Song’s mind.

I was worried about Min-ha’s ability to execute the plan, but they did it well.

Indeed, NTR is the timeless trigger button.

“Professor. Look at the dark aura of Song Do-yoon. How can his be so dark?”

Professor Jin tapped my elbow as he spoke.

“I’ve seen the aura of all the freshmen this year, but none has been as dark as his.”

“The color of aura doesn’t necessarily indicate inclination or ability, but it is indeed quite dark.”

Song Do-yoon’s navy blue aura, which writhed like a living thing, even gave off a sinister appearance.

Though it’s inappropriate to say, it feels like watching a traitorous hero.

Han Min-ha and Song Do-yoon faced each other at opposite ends of the arena, staring each other down.

Han adjusted the goggles with a prescription lens firmly onto his face.

“Go, Min-ha! You can do it!!”

Assistant Professor Bae Ye-bin sitting in the front row of the audience shouted with her hands clasped.

Next to her, Senior-level Supervisory Assistant Kim E-bit-na sat with her arms crossed, wearing a disdainful expression, clearly sure that Song would win.

“This seems a bit strange…”

One of the headhunters seated at the back of the evaluation podium tilted their head.

“Is this sparring fair? The gap in skill level is way too large.”

“That’s what it seems. It looks like she’s probably trying to challenge higher to move up to the upper class.”

“Even so, it feels a little… off…”

Professor Yu Hyun-ju grabbed the microphone again, explained the rules briefly, and then the sparring bell rang.

The audience erupted with cheers that had been heated up by the previous matches, and the broadcasting drones rose in unison.

Han Min-ha flinched momentarily as she glanced around at the overwhelming response.

Concentrate, Han Min-ha.

Think of this as your one and only chance and approach it with the mindset that you’re willing to die.

If you don’t make it to the upper class, there will be no way to avoid wasting the rest of the semester at the lower level.

Use Song Do-yoon as a stepping stone and rise!

When Han looked into my eyes and nodded resolutely, he began to gather his aura.

Like his father’s, Han Min-ha’s purple aura danced and tightly gathered around him, gradually forming a dense sphere.

“What’s he doing? Condensing his aura?”

“What do you think he’s planning?”

The professors exchanged puzzled opinions as if they had no idea what Han was doing.

This was Han Min-ha’s strategy today.

Gathering all his aura, compressing it to increase its weight overwhelmingly.

Song Do-yoon’s telekinesis can manipulate aura, but this compressed aura cannot be countered by telekinesis alone.

Since Han Min-ha’s aura is exceedingly heavy, Song Do-yoon would probably be unable to harm him with telekinesis alone.

Thus, Song will have to rely on either ranged or conventional close-range attacks, offering Han the opportunity for an advantage.

But what if Song Do-yoon’s power isn’t telekinesis after all?

Even so, that’s not the end of the road.

The duels among academy students often devolve into dirty tricks.

Han Min-ha received secret training from me in the Sikrito style over the past few weeks.

Sikrito’s methods are deceitful.

Han Min-ha can win.

***

As Han gathered all his aura, he slowly felt his body growing heavier.

It wasn’t actually increasing in physical weight.

Because, after all, aura is half-removed from the domain of physics.

However, Han could certainly feel the added weight of his aura.

Song Do-yoon continued to stand at the other side, exuding a dark aura.

Even if this continues, simply charging forward to ignore Song Do-yoon’s telekinesis capability will be enough to secure victory.

Let’s give it a try!

Han employed the aura techniques he recalled from flight training, propelling himself forward.

Thanks to the several weeks of special training, Han Min-ha achieved flight with remarkable ease.

Flying barely above ground level, Han charged at Song Do-yoon.

At that moment, Song’s arm moved, and suddenly Han felt as though the sky and ground flipped.

Han quickly scrambled up after rolling across the floor a few times.

What is this…?!

Something invisible yet extremely powerful struck Han squarely.

Attempting another attack, Han, however, experienced the same result, flipping through the air before smashing to the ground.

Exactly… what is this ability…?

If it were telekinesis, surely my aura would counter it…?!

Slowly approaching with an exceedingly cruel and chilling smile, Song Do-yoon said,

“I’ll cut off those things you’re so proud of.”

The voice was chillingly cold and sinister, rattling the bones.

Struggling to his feet as he lay flat on the ground, Han looked toward the evaluation booth.

There, Professor Hyun stared straight at him.

Professor!

What should I do…?

At that moment, Han noticed Hyun making peculiar hand gestures.

While maintaining a blank expression and gazing at him, Professor Hyun held up a flat hand and tilted it sideways.