The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 Novel

Chapter 149

[The map for the 5th game is an invade map, 'Capture the Flag'.]

[75 players will participate.]

"Ooooh!"

"It's a team battle!"

The Chinese team erupted in cheers.

"Ugh... Capture the Flag map."

"It's tough to have two consecutive individual battles..."

On the other hand, the atmosphere in the Korean team was gloomy. They anticipated that the 5th game would be difficult because, except for the first game, they had suffered consecutive defeats in team battles.

"The size of the map... Is it small for 75 players?"

"Yes, that's correct."

"We're screwed."

Coach No Youngjoon sighed.

Capture the Flag.

This game is literally a game where players compete to secure more flags randomly generated at key points on the map.

The outcome of the game is generally determined after 30 minutes based on the number of flags stored in each camp's main base. However...

There were several other victory conditions on this map.

Eliminating all players from the opposing camp.

Or destroying the enemy's main base.

The dark expression on Coach No Youngjoon's face was because of these victory conditions.

"...China has a 100% win rate on small maps."

"That's right! And of all things, it's a small map! If it were a 100-player map, we would have had a chance!"

Although it was called a small map, the size of the Capture the Flag map was considerable. However, the problem was that the range of the Chinese Grand Magician Jegal Heon's magic was equally considerable.

And he could even use long-range meteor strike magic from his own main base to the enemy's main base.

"Yes... On a small map, even if Jegal Heon draws a bad fortune, the meteor strike magic can still reach due to the buff from the Yellow Dragon."

"How long did China's games take?"

"On average, it took about 20-30 minutes. In cases where Jegal Heon drew a good fortune, it ended in 15 minutes."

"Haha... What a situation!"

Contrary to the original game mode of Capture the Flag, when China played the map, they unilaterally bombarded the enemy's main base until the game ended.

No matter how many flags the opposing country secured, they couldn't win because the place to store the flags exploded.

"Even if we try to disrupt their magic..."

"It's difficult because of that damn Yellow Dragon. Only Sung JiHan can deal a proper blow."

"That's because of Baek Pal-Na Han-Jin."

No Youngjoon sighed.

China.

An already strong team became even stronger with Baek Pal-Na Han-Jin.

Of course, Baek Pal-Na Han-Jin itself had many weaknesses, so the side that was attacked could gain overwhelming numerical superiority.

"Even if it becomes 74 to 57, can we win... It's daunting."

No Youngjoon, who only lost one player from the team, couldn't see a winning picture.

That's how much the Chinese magician and support had overwhelming synergy.

The atmosphere of the coaching staff seemed to have infected the national team players, as everyone's faces darkened.

Except for one person.

Except for Sung JiHan.

"Coach, I think we can break through Baek Pal-Na Han-Jin this time."

1st, 2nd, 3rd game.

Baek Pal-Na Han-Jin experienced defeat three times.

In the 2nd and 3rd games, they were suppressed by a stronger formation, but Sung JiHan now had some confidence.

Certainly, he had the confidence to break through.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, please hold on for 20 minutes."

"20 minutes..."

Yeah.

Surely, they could hold on for about 20 minutes.

Director Noh Young-jun nodded with a glimmer of hope.

* * *

Flag Capture Battle Map, Mainland China.

Sung JiHan walked alone towards the battlefield.

Even without achieving the Triangle Formation, he approached alone.

"Ha, that brat... he's shameless."

"Why not just kill him instead of using the Baekpalnanahanjin?"

"What confidence."

The Chinese players seemed to feel insulted and expressed their dissatisfaction.

"Just shut up and use it! We have to win the game! Please get rid of that guy in the game!"

After being completely defeated by Sung JiHan in the fourth game, Jegal Heon urged him to use the Baekpalnanahanjin.

As the most influential speaker in the Chinese national team, he used harsh words and urged the hesitant Iryong to step forward.

"The Baekpalnanahanjin will test Sung JiHan."

It was already the fourth time the Baekpalnanahanjin was being used.

No matter how far Sung JiHan was, as long as he was within Iryong's line of sight, the restraining power of the Baekpalnanahanjin was applied.

Sung JiHan was sucked into the Baekpalnanahanjin.

"The Ma Gong cannot overcome the principles. The Soryeom has always stood at the forefront under the banner of Cheokma."

Thud!

When Iryong planted his staff on the ground, a system message appeared before Sung JiHan.

"The Baekpalnanahanjin forms a formation specialized in Ma Gong."

"The power of Ma Gong martial arts is limited."

After the formation was disrupted by Eclipse in the first game.

Iryong continued to use Ma Gong specialization in subsequent games.

Then, the dark magic power of the Eclipse, which Sung JiHan was holding, slowly dissipated.

"Tsk, still annoying!"

"Disrupt the formation and make sure to use it on me. I want to give those baldies a taste."

"Sure, it's ready."

Sung JiHan stood with only one Bonghwanggi.

The martial artists holding staffs rushed towards him.

Just like in the first game, there were no players who stood out clumsily, and they all seemed to be martial artists belonging to Soryeom.

Sung JiHan swept horizontally with his spear.

Mumyungshingong.

Samjaemuguk.

Hoengsocheongun.

Crack!

The Soryeom martial artists split in half along the trajectory of the spear.

But not all of them were cut.

About half of them blocked Sung JiHan's attack by raising their staffs.

Normally, they would have been cut in half as well.

"The power of martial arts is only 20% of its usual strength."

The restraining power of the Baekpalnanahanjin, which was fully displayed by Sung JiHan, was significant.

About half of his powerful soul was suppressed.

Even when using martial arts in this state, the power was greatly limited.

Not only could he not use martial arts belonging to the Myeolsin sect, but it was also difficult to use martial arts belonging to the other sects.

Whip! Whip!

In addition, the dead martial artists were quickly replaced.

The revived martial artists swung their staffs forcefully.

Clang!

Sung JiHan's spear moved brilliantly, blocking all the attacks and overwhelming the surroundings.

However, the martial artists' tactics seemed endless.

"Oh, Sung JiHan... The martial artists with tightly tied hair are pressing tightly around you!"

=No matter how much the warriors of Soreum are cut down, they keep coming. Isn't this worse than zombies?

=Haha, they said they were the Baekpalnahanjins... How many of them are popping out?

The commentators were exhausted from the endless attacks of the warriors.

If the person standing there was not Sung JiHan but another warrior player, they would have been beaten by the staffs they were holding and would not have been able to withstand it.

However, Sung JiHan was able to fend off and counterattack all the attacks of the warriors even though his power was suppressed.

A smile appeared on Sung JiHan's face.

"This kind of battle is quite interesting. There are even advantages to having my power restrained."

After obtaining the ability of the star, the spirit, Sung JiHan was not able to fully control this power.

Instead of pushing the limits of his abilities, it felt like he was using a more powerful force than before.

But now that his power was restricted, he could truly feel in his body how limitless the potential of the spirit was.

"I can draw out more power here."

Whoosh!

The Hwangsogeon army unfolded once again.

Ahhhh!

The monks split apart simultaneously.

The horizontal strikes became much stronger than before.

Although there was a strong energy emanating from all the staffs of the warriors.

This time, they couldn't block Sung JiHan's attack.

"This guy... is really persistent!"

Yi Long's expression showed frustration.

That guy seems to be getting stronger as time goes on.

He couldn't use a powerful martial art like in the first match, but his basic skills in handling the spear were so perfect that it was both jealousy and awe-inspiring.

The author was not just a warrior who had been chosen as a player and became stronger by raising his stats, but his martial arts themselves seemed to be already perfected.

"Just die already...! Daeryeok Geumgang Jang!"

Yi Long's hand shone with a golden light.

Whoosh!

Completely different from the first round, a golden energy flashed and flew towards Sung JiHan.

As if not caring about the surrounding warriors, the intense technique drew the shape of a giant golden hand.

The level of skill contained within it was by no means sophisticated, but with the assistance of Baekpalnahanjin, the power was restrained.

"I can't block it with my basic moves."

So in the second and third rounds, he avoided the attacks and looked for opportunities.

At that time, he thought he had enough time.

But after losing two matches, he realized.

"There is no room for complacency in the national team."

The national team, which easily crumbled like a sandcastle once he was gone.

He couldn't afford to waste time here.

Sung JiHan thought of a martial art to deal with this.

Although he couldn't use the three divine techniques because his power was restricted.

There was one martial art that he could use.

"Cheonroe Bongyeom Cheonroepo."

His own martial art that fused the bongyeom with the cheonroe.

This martial art, which he modified Cheonroe's divine technique for the growth of the spirit, was usually a low success rate martial art.

Because the power of the cheonroe was much stronger and the fire of the bongyeom was only at the level of flickering.

"But now that my power is restricted, I can properly fuse them."

As the excessive force that was trapped by Baekpalnahanjin was suppressed.

It showed the way to unfold the first move.

Mumyeongshingong.

Cheonroe Bongyeom Cheonroepo.

Jeokroepo.

A red electric current flashed at the tip of the spear, and a single line of lightning shot out.

The momentum of the red lightning seemed small and weak compared to the cheonroe's martial art that Sung JiHan had used so far...

"What...?!"

Ahhhh!

In an instant, the powerful Geumgangjang was torn apart like a piece of paper.

The swirling energy remained, burning bright red.

A single lightning bolt did not cease its movement.

Crack!

Without any chance to react, Sung JiHan's body was pierced by the red lightning.

A massive hole had suddenly appeared in his chest.

Through the crack, flames blossomed.

His body seemed like it would instantly burn up.

"But this is not the end!"

In Baekpalnanhanjin, the leader of the Sollimbang, Sung JiHan, was immortal.

No matter how destructive the red lightning was, this pierced body would quickly regenerate.

That was what needed to happen...

"Why. Why is this happening...?"

Instead, the crack grew larger.

The flames that had blossomed from his chest did not die down.

Sung JiHan's regenerative power was not enough to stop this fire.

He could no longer stand in the face of the overwhelming force throughout his body.

Thud.

He fell to his knees, not long after.

The lightning bolt that pierced his chest extended even further.

Reaching the temple with the inscription "Sollimsa."

Thud!

Before the temple was hit, a thick barrier blocked the lightning.

But the red lightning tore through it and pierced the building.

Whoosh!

The fire surged from all sides, engulfing the building.

The plaque with the inscription of the Sollimsa temple turned to dust and disappeared in an instant.

The Sollim warriors surrounding Sung JiHan gradually turned transparent, ceasing their movements.

And then, a system message appeared.

"The center of Baekpalnanhanjin has collapsed."

"Baekpalnanhanjin will be disbanded."

"The Sollimsa temple was truly the center of the truth."

Originally, Sung JiHan had planned to tear through the powerful Geumgangjang and only strike Sung JiHan with a moderate blow.

"The power of Cheonroebongyeom... It is far superior to my predictions."

Whoosh!

Sung JiHan smiled as he watched the collapsing truth and raised his eyebrows.

Baekpalnanhanjin.

Although it had been rotten inside throughout the match.

It provided an opportunity to further strengthen his martial arts.

That's why...

"I have slightly modified my martial arts to suit myself."

"My spirit has increased by 5."

Even though he had been allocating stat points, his spirit had not increased.

But now, it suddenly increased by 5.

In addition...

"The 'Cloud Spear Thunder' fused with the Bonghwanggi fully recognizes the player as its owner."

"You have acquired the skill 'Summoning Thunderclouds.'"

The Cloud Spear Thunder, which had been fused with the Bonghwanggi, recognized the power of the lightning cannon and fully acknowledged Sung JiHan as its owner.

"Now, I just need to win this match."

Although he had said it would take 20 minutes, it seemed like it would end in about 15 minutes.

Now, if he returned to the game map and defeated the enemy, he would be able to win.

With that thought in mind, Sung JiHan emerged from Baekpalnanhanjin.

"Your main base is being destroyed."

"You have been defeated in the game."

What appeared before him was not the enemy's camp, but a system message announcing his defeat in the game.