Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 161

Song Kang-chul’s hammer swung.

It was massive.

Threatening.

And—

"Fast!"

It was a mistake to assume that a two-handed hammer would be slow.

He wielded it with both hands like it was a mere toy.

But.

"Too slow."

No matter how fast it seemed, that was only in comparison to the usual speed of two-handed weapons.

Su-ho dodged with ease and raised Blood Club.

Then, he struck Kang-chul’s wrist.

"Gaaah!"

Song Kang-chul let out an involuntary groan.

At the same time, he instinctively let go of the hammer with one hand and clenched his fist.

The pain was intense.

But more than the pain, his face twisted in confusion.

"How the hell...?"

That was the only thought running through his mind.

It was understandable.

Song Kang-chul was a warrior player on the verge of reaching 2-star rank.

Not only did he pride himself on his heavy attacks, but he had also never neglected his stamina and defense.

He even called himself a DPS-Tank hybrid.

And yet, for the first time in ages, he had taken a hit that left him in agonizing pain.

His face contorted like a child holding back tears, and Su-ho grinned.

"Looks like that hurt."

"You son of a—!"

Kang-chul moved to counterattack.

But Su-ho smashed him in the head with Blood Club before he could.

WHACK!!

Song Kang-chul’s body lifted off the ground, flung across the room, and crashed pathetically into the wall.

"Grrgh...!"

Pressed against the wall, he groaned.

It hurt.

But he refused to admit it.

"Me? Feeling pain? From that weak-looking bastard?"

Yet, the pain in his body was very real.

Gritting his teeth, he forced his head up.

And there stood Su-ho, already looming over him.

"What are you doing? Not getting up?"

A soft whisper.

Yet it sent shivers down Kang-chul’s spine.

At that moment, he knew.

"I can’t win against this man."

His survival instincts worked fast.

And he reached a conclusion just as quickly.

Slowly, he stood up and raised his hands.

"Alright, I surrender."

Experienced fighters could gauge the gap between themselves and their opponent after just a few exchanges.

And Song Kang-chul considered himself experienced.

So he chose to surrender while preserving some dignity.

But—

"Who said you could?"

"What?"

"I don’t accept surrenders."

"Wa-wait!"

Su-ho had no intention of stopping here.

"What if I hadn't dodged that attack earlier?"

Guys like this needed to be disciplined when given the chance.

Arrogant people who lived thinking they were untouchable always needed a reminder of reality.

So Su-ho proceeded to beat the living hell out of him with Blood Club.

"Aaaagh! Agh! I surrender! I surrender!"

"If you were gonna give up this fast, why did you act tough in the first place?"

"Aaaah! Aaaaaagh!"

Su-ho didn’t hold back.

Even though Song Kang-chul was a warrior nearing 2-star rank, his body was soon covered in deep bruises, and his skin split open, spilling blood.

Who knew how long the beating lasted?

Eventually, Su-ho let out a short breath and spoke.

"Phew. Get up."

"Ghh...."

"Not getting up?"

"You son of a—"

"Son of a what?"

"N-nothing!"

"Nothing?"

"N-no, sir...!"

Oh?

Still had some fight left in him, huh?

Su-ho narrowed his eyes at the battered man.

Despite his reputation, Kang-chul had tears streaming down his face.

That was how much pain he was in.

Su-ho asked.

"So? Need more?"

"N-no! That was more than enough!"

"Then go sit down."

"Y-yes, sir!"

Kang-chul scurried over to the couch.

But then—

Su-ho furrowed his brows.

The idiot had taken the main seat.

He just got his ass handed to him, and he still had the nerve to sit in the highest-ranking position in the room?

Su-ho stared at him.

Only then did Song Kang-chul realize his mistake and quietly shuffled over.

Once Su-ho sat down in the correct seat, he spoke.

"...Anyway, it’s an honor to meet you, Vice President of Raid."

"...?"

"Not gonna respond?"

"Y-yes! Of course!"

Su-ho nodded.

"Good. Now we can finally have a conversation."

Only then did he take the time to look around Kang-chul’s office.

A spacious executive room.

Despite the chaos earlier, there were surprisingly few damages.

It was then that Kang-chul mustered up the courage to speak.

"Uh... So..."

"Hm?"

"Why, exactly, did the Sword Saint come looking for me...?"

Of course.

It was time to get to business.

Su-ho asked,

"You have The Foolish Judge’s Hammer, don’t you?"

"Huh?"

"Are your ears clogged?"

"N-no! I have it!"

"Sword Saint needs it. We’ve been tracking it down, and that led us to you."

"Oh..."

For a moment, Song Kang-chul just stood there with his mouth slightly open.

Then, his brain started working fast.

Su-ho scoffed.

Even after getting his ass handed to him, this guy still had the nerve to scheme.

But Su-ho had no intention of simply taking it by force.