SSS-Class Suicide Hunter Chapter 153

“Hup?!”

In the end, the Sword Saint was still the Sword Saint. So even though he was shocked, he still swung his sword. If I hadn't shaken him beforehand, he probably would've been able to block my attack.

However, this time I was one step ahead of him.

My Holy Sword was pointed at the old man's neck. I stopped. The old man glanced at the sword that was only 5 centimeters away from his neck and stopped as well. As a last ditch effort, the Sword Saint had lifted his sword to my neck, but it was over 15 centimeters away.

“Hoo.”

I chuckled.

“I won. Old man.”

The Sword Saint's expression crumpled rapidly.

“Th-, this doesn't count! Invalid! It's invalid!”

“Ha. I don't know what you're talking about. A win is a win. Are you going to cry out that it's invalid after losing on the battlefield? Huh? I didn't know you were like that, old man.”

“But there should still be a limit! This… This….”

“'This' what?”

“This was shameless!”

What? Shameless?

Wasn't that a compliment?

“Puhaha! Thanks a lot, old man. I never thought I'd hear the Sword Saint call me shameless! I finally feel that this life is worth living. I hope you live a long, healthy life.”

“You…”

The Sword Saint's face trembled slightly. If looks could kill, I probably would've died already. But the more he glared at me like that, the happier I felt.

“I was holding myself back from talking about our 'Master'! I was waiting out of consideration for you. How could you trample on an old man's heart so carelessly!”

“Sure, loser.”

“Lo-, loser?! Hmph. We fought 53 times so far, and I won 52 times! If I have 52 wins and 1 loss out of 53 fights then I'm naturally the winner!”

“The last fight is always the most important. Don't you know the tale of the Hegemon-King, Xiang Yu(1)? Even if you fight 100 battles and win 99 of them, if you lose 1 time, you're a loser. If you are Xiang Yu, then I am Liu Bang. I'm the master of the world.”

“Then we should fight another round!”

“Hmph. I don't want to fight. I don't want to fight for the next six months. Instead, I'm going to spread the news that I beat the Sword Saint to everyone I know for six months. Then I'll think about fighting you again.”

“Hu-… Kuh, huk…!!”

At that moment, the Sword Saint looked like he was about to pass out. It was as if his heart and blood vessels were obstructed and his blood flow was restricted. I said a silent prayer for the old man.

Then, a voice came from not so far away.

“…it seems you two are very close.”

Paht!

Someone appeared in the air before landing lightly on the ground. It was the Black Dragon Master. The spectators around the field immediately went into an uproar as the Black Dragon Master appeared with a teleport skill. The top 3 hunters were all gathered in one place.

“Huh.”

The Black Dragon Master finally realized there were other people there. She smiled and waved her hand.

Click! Click!

The hunters hurriedly took out their phones and began taking pictures of the three of us. Only then did the Black Dragon Master turn to look at us with a strange expression on her face.

“The Death King has always been childish, so that's nothing strange, but… Sword Saint, what happened to you? Did you hang out with the Death King too much? Did that end up lowering your mental age? Except for your aloof image, you are utterly rotten.”

“I don't want to hear that from a witch who pretends to act coy!”

“Ah. Right. Now that I think about it, you were a bit passionate when you first entered the Tower. I can just barely remember… but I don't really miss it.”

The Black Dragon Master's eyes narrowed slightly as she remembered the past. But it was only for a brief moment. The Black Dragon Master immediately schooled her expression and told us why she was there.

“I don't care if you act like children another time, but for today, please show an image befitting the first- and second-ranked. Except for you two, all of the other rankers have gathered in the Great Library.”

“Huh?”

Tilting my head slightly, I sheathed my Holy Sword.

“Did something happen?”

“Somehow, you're able to do it every day without getting tired of it, but… Hmph. Today is important.”

The Black Dragon Master muttered softly.

“We're going to open the 31st floor.”

3.

It had already been 56 days since we cleared the Great Library.

For the past two months, the days had been hectic.

What? We had a hard time clearing the 21st to 30th floors, so we could take a rest? That was only true for ordinary hunters. Top hunters, like the Black Dragon Master and me, were rather busy. To put it bluntly, I was so busy, I felt like I was dying.

About a month ago, one of the most powerful warlords in Africa had successfully been taken down, and about 1,300 defeated soldiers had fled to the Tower. It was pretty crazy, but stuff like that happened relatively often. Nevertheless, we still had our hands full splitting up the new entrants.

“Welcome! I've been waiting for you!”

When we got to the Great Library, the Heretic Questioner greeted us with a smile.

His appearance was as cute as an angel's, but when one thought about the fact that he'd interrogated 33 of the soldiers during the separation process with the same smile, the level of cuteness dropped significantly.

“I heard that you intend to open the 31st floor.”

“Yeah! We've completed the most important tasks to an extent. There is still a lot of work to be done, but I'm sure the executive level will be able to handle it. Right. Everyone has to play their part!”

“Mm.”

Chapter end