Streamer Crazy About Slaughter - Chapter 462
The familiar interior of the Colosseum came into Eunha’s view as her vision shifted.
“…”
She took a short breath and raised her sword.
She never expected to stand like this in the arena, but this was the reality.
—The duel will start in 10 seconds.
As the familiar hologram appeared, the white curtain that blocked her view began to fade away.
The opposing player, visible beyond the white curtain, looked no different from the previous match.
It was as if they were in sync with each other’s thoughts.
They were all there, just like re-enacting the previous game.
A thought crossed her mind absentmindedly.
‘I wonder if things would have been different if it had been a captain’s duel.’
If the captain’s duel had occurred in the form of a 1:1 in the finals, she thought the outcome would be different, but part of her felt that it might not differ significantly from the current situation.
Considering the rules of the captain’s duel, where damage accumulates, it would have been tough anyway.
From a compatibility standpoint, G1 was a team with strong individual characteristics, and just looking at their form today, they seemed to be ahead of other players overall.
This final was particularly strange.
G1, who advanced to the finals first and held the priority, wanted a captain’s duel with three matches, while TSJ did not consider a five-set captain’s duel and accepted it as a team battle instead.
They were now skillfully engaged in a full-set team battle.
—1.
As ten seconds passed, she grounded herself, clearing her mind.
“Seol Ah.”
She said something she wouldn’t normally say.
“Yes. Unnie.”
Seol Ah, who moved in sync as if aligning their formation, looked at her, and she added,
“Don’t try to stall for time. Just focus on winning the match.”
“……”
At her sudden statement, Seol Ah appeared startled.
And Seol Ah’s reaction was not at all strange.
It was as if she was denying the play they had practiced daily, which had been enforced by the team.
For some time, she had been central in devising strategies for the team TSJ. She felt that was natural, and she did not raise any doubts about it.
The main proposition for the majority of the teammates in this final was to hold out until she could showcase her skills. It was about stalling the opponent’s time.
Yet, because of this, she thought she was struggling against G1.
The strength of G1 today was exceptionally strong, making it challenging to force her way through.
The strategy of the Royalty of the three matches had thrived on that unpredictability.
A strategy centered around her ultimately only limited each person’s abilities, and since the opponents could easily predict it, a change was necessary.
Bouncing off the ground quickly, she continued,
“Don’t think about stalling. Don’t try to hold them back.”
“…Yes.”
Upon hearing Seol Ah’s calm answer, at that moment,
Whoosh!
A powerful wind surged from behind as a black spear cut through the air.
The spear aimed towards only one target this time.
Ha Jun, the sole target of the spear.
As agreed before the match started, Jimin took a daring offensive.
Boom!
A massive explosion erupted from the spot where the spear struck, engulfing the surroundings.
Ha Jun, who hadn’t completely escaped the aftermath, was visibly hit.
Watching that, a smile unintentionally broke through, and suddenly, a phrase crossed her mind.
—The team synergy is off.
A phrase she heard during her years as a professional, and one still pointed out as the only issue.
‘Well, it’s only natural.’
She doesn’t adapt her play to fit the team. The team tries to adapt to her play.
She knew that. Yet, she didn’t care.
She had won like that till now and proved it through her results.
If the synergy was off, there was a combat style that suited it.
“Let’s go.”
As the distance to the opponent closed, she conveyed her usual words.
“Yes. Unnie.”
Wrapped in crimson light, Seol Ah charged toward the frontlines, and she too followed, immediately initiating a technique directed at Ha Jun, who had been pushed back slightly due to the spear.
—Seong Hwi’s Step.
At that moment, her vision expanded instantly.
Boom!
She swung her sword at the anticipated sniping shot.
Clang!
As the impact from deflecting the b*llet slowed her approach, the opponent did not miss that opening.
Bang! Crack!
Bullets shot in a crossfire format.
They had already experienced this setup several times, and she executed her technique without hesitation.
—The Sin of Sarakael.
As darkness enveloped her, her vision was tinted black, as if completely isolated from the offensive.
Then, sensing the change, she swung her sword as if to erase the darkness that surrounded her.
Swoosh…!
As the darkness vanished like breaking glass, the battlefield came into view, and she thumped the ground once more.
***
—Joan of Arc! Starting with the Sin of Sarakael!
—…Isn’t that a rather bold move? Is it possible to dodge all of Ha Jun’s shots?
As the commentator’s voice echoed, there wasn’t a single area on the battlefield that felt safe.
The fierce crackling sounds of the great sword clashing against the lance echoed unceasingly. Spears and sniping crossed each other like rain, darting toward one another.
And the woman boldly leaping into the onslaught of bullets was nothing short of astonishing.
The black armor faded away, replaced by light, airy clothing that was completely out of place in the frenzied situation, leaving behind afterimages.
Their battle, now even more intense than the previous match, seemed to enchant the spectators.
Serin watched the match blankly, holding her breath.
“……”
She understood she needed to speak since it was a broadcast, but words wouldn’t come easily.
Even at this moment, the screen reflected various battlefields, and each time, the players in the arena displayed precarious situations like walking on the edges of blades.
A lance pierced an opponent’s shoulder, while the great sword aimed to demolish the large shield.
The black spear traced its dark trajectory, and bullets with a different kind of darkness crossed through each other’s spaces,
and Ha Jun, firing like mad, continued shooting while Ms. Eunha dodged as if by miracle to approach.
When she first aimed to commentate on the finals, she intended to add analytical remarks on the players’ performances. That, however, was nearly arrogance.
There was no need for extra commentary in the match.
Watching was more than enough.
The incessant voices of the caster and commentator left her feeling no need to interject.
[Go TSJ!!!]
[Go Joan of Arc!]
[Please…]
[Really, just win.]
[Why am I trembling?]
[つ ◕_◕ ༽つTAKE MY ENERGYつ ◕_◕ ༽つ]
[Show us, Joan of Arc!!]
[Set a record!]
The chat was filled with waves of support for TSJ, united in one heart and mind, while the cheers from the live audience gently resonated.
The fans supporting G1 and TSJ echoed like a resonance, igniting her heart.
How many people were focusing on this match between the two teams?
How many were holding their breath while cheering for them?
The number of viewers on the official streaming channel, set to broadcast, had already surpassed 400,000 and was nearing 500,000.
“Ms. Eunha. Fighting…”
She whispered cautiously while looking at Ms. Eunha displayed on the screen.
She was closing the distance against Ha Jun with a pace unlike any previous match.
Watching this, she felt no other thoughts.
‘I hope she wins.’
At this moment, all she wanted was for Ms. Eunha to win.
She wished to see her smile brightly on screen as the champion.
***
A flash of light sharply traced its trajectory.
Though the sensation felt remarkably faint, as if cutting through the air, Eunha was certain.
With the recent strike, she had ended it.
And just as she thought, it was true.
Ha Jun, who had been situated in the path of the blade, transformed into light and faded away.
She didn’t even realize how many minutes the exchanges had continued.
‘…Where is Seol Ah?’
As she released the Sin of Sarakael, her dazed mind shifted its focus.
What came into view was still a fierce clash.
Both sides bore significant wounds, battling desperately. Feeling weighed down, she leapt toward them to join.
The enhanced attributes were fading, and she felt the reverse sense of gravity setting in.
Yet, just a little further.
Knowing she was only a tiny bit away, she couldn’t hesitate.
…
The moment Ha Jun turned to light and vanished, the emotion of resignation consumed Minha’s heart at a terrifying speed.
As deep darkness loomed, as if all was over,
a black dot began to flicker in Minha’s sight, rapidly swelling as it surged forward.
She didn’t flinch at the sight.
‘There’s no turning back anyway.’
She had to make her move here.
“…”
A chilly sensation spread across her entire body from the g*n pressed against her shoulder.
Holding her breath to achieve utmost concentration, she narrowed her view down to nothing but a tiny slit.
And in that limited field of view, the black dot was expanding greatly.
Despite her trembling finger resting on the trigger, she organized her thoughts for a fleeting moment.
‘I’ll pierce through the spear and finish with the Broken Blade.’
Though such words seemed absurd, a technique she had never attempted before, it had to succeed somehow now.
—Destiny.
Boom!
A brilliant explosion burst forth from the barrel with a recoil.