Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 680

He woke up.

When he opened his eyes, the scenery was the same as before.

Hyman and Jack were eating meat and drinking alcohol.

“You awake?”

“Yes, I’m awake.”

As soon as he got up, he ate meat and drank the medicine.

He focused on recovery and began reviewing the fight.

His concentration was frightening enough that even Hyman did not disturb him.

Then the challenge began again.

The third challenge.

Hyman took his stance and spoke.

“You didn’t seriously think I’d been going all out, did you?”

“If that’s the case, you don’t have to hold back anymore.”

“Haha! That’s the spirit you should have!”

A fist immediately came flying.

Su-ho watched the fist all the way to the end.

Screeech-

With a slipping sound, the fist slid past him.

He had not blocked it with his guard.

He had redirected it.

Hyman’s eyes widened slightly.

Su-ho’s fist immediately dug in.

KABOOM!!

The fist struck Hyman’s chin.

Hyman’s head snapped to the side.

Then the corners of his mouth curled upward.

It was a smile filled with exhilaration.

“I hope that wasn’t a lucky punch.”

After regaining his balance, Hyman began throwing punches in earnest.

Su-ho met him head-on as well.

He wanted to defend by evading or redirecting as much as possible to conserve mana, but Hyman was not someone who would fail to understand that intention.

He changed his style entirely to infighting and drove in heavily.

Su-ho did not retreat.

Because he had already known that once they reached a certain point, the fight would inevitably become like this.

A slugfest.

If the first and second fights had been battles of technique, the third was a slugfest.

It was only natural.

Hyman was superior in barehanded combat, but Su-ho had spent so long reviewing the fights and analyzing Hyman that he could now stay right up against him and face him directly.

CRUNCH!

At that moment, Su-ho’s fist struck Hyman in the side.

But despite being a heavy body blow, the impact rebounded back into him.

It felt as though he had kicked an enormous wall.

Still, it had not been completely ineffective.

Hyman’s body shifted half a step.

“You’ll regret looking down on a giant’s body.”

The counterattack came immediately.

The exact same body blow.

Su-ho tried to bring his elbow in to block it, but his timing was late.

“Urgh!”

It felt as though electricity was being sprayed through his body from his ribs.

That was because Su-ho’s body was not yet as sturdy as Hyman’s.

Hyman laughed as though he were enjoying himself.

“We’re continuing, right?”

Instead of answering, Su-ho threw a punch.

The slugfest began again.

Their heads snapped around again and again, their bodies pitched forward, and meaningful damage steadily accumulated.

Time passed.

There was not much left.

Three minutes?

Hyman’s expression was still full of composure.

It was the look of someone who now understood everything there was to understand.

If there were no unexpected variables, Su-ho would simply lose consciousness again.

Su-ho’s fist flew toward him once more.

The same direction.

The same trajectory.

Hyman raised his guard with a sneer as the fist came toward his temple.

That was when it happened.

Slice!

A burning sensation.

At the same time, Hyman’s eyes widened.

Slice?

Not thud or boom?

At that moment, pain surged through the forearm he had raised to guard.

When he checked a moment later, a deep cut had opened across it.

“What the......”

Before he could even understand what had happened, Su-ho’s fist came flying again.

Straight toward the center of his face.

He barely dodged.

By the width of a sheet of paper.

The fist grazed his cheek.

But.

Ssk-

The sound of skin splitting.

Again, there was a stinging sensation.

Sometimes, when a fist was wielded like a whip, the tip could create such sharp friction that it cut the skin.

But this was not one of those cases.

Drip-

Blood ran down his cut cheek.

Hyman stepped back and raised his fists.

“What is this?”

“What is what?”

“Fine. I’ll figure out the details afterward.”

He could confirm the truth later.

Because this time, he would win again anyway.

Thinking that, Hyman drove forward.

Su-ho did not retreat either.

Hyman threw a punch.

Su-ho weaved and redirected it with his guard.

But the instant Hyman’s fist grazed Su-ho’s guarding forearm, blood burst from Hyman’s fist.

SPURT!

Both the fist that had grazed the guard and the skin of the forearm split open in a long line.

It felt as though they had brushed against a sharp blade.

A skill?

Impossible.

From the two or so fights they had already had, that brat’s mana should already have been reaching its limit.

Then how could he possibly be using a skill?

At that moment, Su-ho’s fist dug inward.

It was aimed at Hyman’s abdomen.

Hyman tensed his stomach.

It was fine.

Except for his face, there was nowhere on his upper body where Su-ho’s fists could deal him any major damage.

But just before Su-ho’s fist made contact, Hyman suddenly felt an ominous chill.

A feeling that he absolutely should not take that punch.

But the fist was already right in front of him.

It was too late to dodge.

Even so, he turned his body.

Because sometimes, even when it was already too late, one still had to act.

He twisted.

The fist passed across his abdomen and twisted along his side as though drawing a line through it.

SPURT!!

Blood burst out.

Hyman’s eyes widened.

That was a fist, wasn’t it?

It had been a fist.