Yuzuki had this adorable quirk—whenever her name came up, she’d perk up and get flustered.
In the brief moment she hesitated, Choi Shia, Ping Tao, and I swatted away the falling feathers.
“Tch, showing off when you can’t even block properly? Typical Japanese.”
“What does nationality have to do with this?”
Kotone shot Ping Tao a glare that was sharp enough to kill, then regained her composure, directing her swords to intercept the remaining feathers.
As the blades danced and cleared the sky, Ping Tao seized her moment.
“HYAAAAAH!”
BOOM!
With a fierce war cry, she leaped into the air and drove her spear into the Glass Peacock’s wing as if skewering lamb skewers. One wing shattered, making it much easier to deal with the feather barrage.
“GRAAAAHHH!”
The Glass Peacock cried out, flailing its injured wing.
Indeed, Ping Tao was as strong as her story placement suggested—stronger than the Glass Peacock, but not by much.
“Well, impressive. To achieve that with pure mana control...”
Even Kotone couldn’t help but praise her.
“If I had to compare her to someone on our side, it’d be Han Suji.”
“Well, I’m not as dumb or reckless as her.”
True, but...
“You’re dumb in bed, though.”
“Wha—hey! That’s... ugh.”
Han Suji’s face turned as red as a beet.
That’s right. Unlike Ping Tao, Han Suji at least had some common sense. She wasn’t the type to foam at the mouth over negative comments about her country, unlike Ping Tao.
“Hyyaaaaaah!”
Suddenly, Ping Tao let out a war cry, assuming a throwing stance midair.
“Oh, could it be the rumored Meteoric Destruction Spear?”
The original name was indeed “Meteoric Destruction Spear.” In the original story, Ping Tao officially claimed it was strong enough to destroy meteors. By the later chapters, however, Korean fans referred to the technique as the “Shish Kebab Spear.”
Somehow, Ping Tao always reminded me of Chinese beer, and with that, my mind wandered to lamb skewers. Honestly, the name “Meteoric Destruction Spear” didn’t fit—it was more like the “Lamb Skewer Spear.”
“If it’s that move, then it must be—”
“Yes, it’s the Lamb Skewer Spear.”
I said it half-jokingly. After all, it really did look like a skewer. The name was inspired by something that paired well with Chinese beer.
But the funny part came when Ping Tao hurled her spear through the air.
“Lamb Skewer Spear!”
...Was Ping Tao out of her mind? Did she seriously just call it that?
BOOOOOOM!
Ping Tao’s “Lamb Skewer Spear” obliterated the Glass Peacock.
Despite defeating the dungeon boss, Ping Tao’s face stiffened. It made sense—delivering the finishing blow with something called the “Lamb Skewer Spear” was downright laughable.
“Oh my, your name is Ping Tao, but your ultimate move is the Lamb Skewer?”
Kotone couldn’t resist teasing her.
“No! My ultimate move is the Meteoric Destruction Spear!”
As if that made it better. She was the one who messed up, yet here she was, flustered and defensive.
“Then why did you call it the Lamb Skewer Spear?”
“Because that damned Yoo Eun-ha started calling it that!”
“Seriously? A martial artist should focus during battle. How could you mess up because of some offhand comment? And to make it worse, you just went along with it. How simple-minded can you be? Immature and naive, that’s what you are.”
“What did you say?! Let’s settle this today—China versus Japan!”
Kotone smirked while Ping Tao fumed, ready to pick a fight. What a simple woman. Truly.
But honestly, why did martial artists feel the need to shout out the names of their moves? I had created my own bizarre technique, the “White Flame of Destruction,” but I’d been wondering lately if yelling out the name was really necessary.
“Wow, even the Chinese are strong.”
“Yeah, it makes me feel small as someone in Class A.”
The four students, excluding the heroines, sank into self-doubt. It was understandable. With someone as powerful as Ping Tao here, the ordinary cadets must have felt the disparity.
After all, even Creepmary had been a hunter before coming here. Hunters joining the cadet academy was like a massacre waiting to happen.
Why did hunters even enroll in Hansung?
It wasn’t about raising the academy’s standards—it was about breaking the competitive spirit of ordinary cadets. It all felt unfair.
“Oh well.”
‘Should I just throw my White Flame of Destruction at the Blue House and be done with it?’
Imagine a tiny dragon launching a nuclear strike on the Blue House—adorable, right?
No, that wouldn’t do. Besides, most of the Class A students were heroines anyway. The other students would probably fall away naturally.
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Still, I was a kind dragon at heart. I knew how to comfort others in times like this.
“Hey, it’s not your fault. Don’t feel too defeated.”
“Really?”
“Of course. Look at her—she’s a big shot from China. You should be proud to share a class with someone like that. It means you’re impressive too, being able to compete with her.”
Wait... two boys and two girls? This team composition was... suspicious. It looked like they’d been paired up deliberately. Should I... disrupt their budding relationships?
“No, Yoo Eun-ha. You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not? I was just trying to comfort them—maybe even take them to a motel for a talk. Ow!”
Reyna poked my side, clearly embarrassed.
“Hey, why is Reyna suddenly involved?”
“You need to set a good example as a mother!”
“Why are you creating misunderstandings?”
“Yoo Eun-ha, you’re just like those married women pretending to be single while cheating! You already have me, your legal wife!”
“For the last time, I’m not married! And stop pulling my ear!”
Honestly, Reyna wasn’t even my child, but...
SCREEEEEEEECH!
The Glass Peacock, which should have been dead, let out a screeching noise like nails on a chalkboard.
“See? You should be taking this seriously. It’s not over yet.”
“Oh, the third phase.”
The dungeon clear notification hadn’t appeared yet. I vaguely recalled the Glass Peacock having a third phase.
When defeated, tiny Glass Peacocks, like spiderlings, would burst out of its body.
In the original story, this part had driven the protagonist Choi Si-woo and the heroines to the brink of despair.
KRRRRRRRRRK!
Sure enough, as I’d predicted, dozens of tiny, grotesque Glass Peacocks emerged from the boss’s shattered body, spreading out like spiderlings.
“I could just burn them all...”
I glanced at Kotone.
With her Hundred Blades, she could probably wipe them out in no time.
“Well, Eun-ha. Why don’t you show us your skills this time?”
“Are you sulking because of what I said earlier?”
Was she mad because of my teasing?
“No, I’m just curious.”
“Alright.”
I couldn’t let her down. Drawing my sword, I surrounded it with white flames and swung at the swarm of tiny Glass Peacocks.
FWOOOOSH!
The white flames flowed like water from my blade, rapidly filling the boss room.
The countless tiny Glass Peacocks floating near the ceiling were engulfed by the white flames, burning away into nothingness.