Martial Arts Returnee's Game Broadcast

Chapter 214

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Why do heroes always arrive at the scene at the most perfect timing?

Dashman and his viewers were able to answer this through the Silent Swordsman.

“Are you calculating the entry angle?”

LOLAh, the jungler calculates the anglesStop the bottom-line hatredHow long are you going to calculate, you idiot!Honestly, we might win even without helping.Wasting movement, smhWise really is strong.

Ron Berger’s fierce assault.

Even with the combined attack of nine test subjects.

He inflicted fatal wounds on four of them, despite a 2v10 battle.

What would have been a difficult fight with ten became manageable with six.

Ron Berger and the test subjects’ escape was practically impossible now.

“You’re strong, Wise. You don’t even flinch when you see the blood of the young.”

“Uncontrollable abilities are just bombs that destroy both the user and their surroundings. The organization simply told us what needed to be done.”

Wise truly believed this.

Berger also realized this fact.

“You trust the organization. Don’t you know them yet?”

“I know the organization isn’t righteous. But even they know what must be done to maintain order in this city, and what must not be done.”

“Such a magnificent city. A city that can only survive by disposing of children used as test subjects.”

The tension rose again in the battlefield, which had previously calmed down.

“I’ll say it one last time. Surrender, Berger. If you surrender willingly, the organization will forgive you.”

“Stop spouting nonsense. The only difference is who we’re fighting for, what we’re fighting for. We’re the same kind of people.”

With every step, Berger caused ice to form in the surrounding space, summoning a white storm.

With every step, Wise compressed the area, creating a zone where no projectile could breach.

Their zones collided the moment they infringed upon each other.

“Illusion?”

Berger’s form, touched by Wise’s compression sphere, suddenly disappeared.

An afterimage using ice and light.

The illusory shape caught Wise’s attention.

The real form, missed.

When he discovered its position,

Wise was struck with a chill.

‘Was it all just a plan to make me let my guard down!’

An ice wall hidden by the refraction of light.

Behind that thick wall of ice, Teresa was battling against the bitter cold and attacks.

Ron Berger’s target had never been Wise, but Teresa.

He had carefully set a trap to bring her pain from the start.

“Ron Berger!! Your opponent is me. Come at me!!”

“The pain of loss comes from the shame of failing to protect what’s important. Feel your helplessness and shudder, Wise.”

With every step, Berger’s freezing aura encroached further.

Wise used his compression abilities, ready to crush the ice walls blocking him, but Berger’s power was just as formidable.

The ice walls kept multiplying and showed no sign of retreating.

‘I’ve given up on surviving. These kids will all die. The frustration of failing to protect what I swore to protect, I’ll make you feel it too.’

In the midst of the frigid cold stealing away her body heat, Teresa’s movements slowed as she tried to deflect attacks with her mistification ability.

‘If I die, Wise will be left alone. I can’t leave him by himself! I’ll never let that happen!’

An ultra-low temperature hell that doesn’t allow even the smallest breath.

A freezing cold storm that freezes everything in its path, enveloping the world.

This cold, this white hell, struck both Teresa and Ha Eung Eung.

‘An ice hell born from the exchange of a life, forged from resentment. Could something so beautiful exist?’

In the underground waterway, dyed by the cold that rejects life,

Ron Berger found rest in this harsh sight.

A cruel city where organizations use even their young for experiments.

This was the final fitting end for the underground, a place no one visits.

Crack!

The time left for his life was dwindling.

The shackles that would forever be etched into Wise’s remaining days.

Crack, crack, crack!

The unbreakable White Hell, forged from the life he had exchanged, began to fracture.

This was not Wise’s ability.

His compression abilities did not manifest in such a way.

The cracks came first.

The ice shattered.

The force of penetration was not his.

It was unmistakable.

The strongest ability user in the organization had arrived.

To protect those poor children, all measures had been taken to analyze and prevent this.

‘It’s not Wise.’

With the painful tearing of his heart, the White Hell, the frozen nightmare, shattered into pieces.

At the end, standing before it was the figure holding an umbrella, exuding the sharp energy of a lone swordsman.

‘So, the new member of Wise’s team... has the organization prepared someone to replace me...’

Unable to move a finger, Ron Berger stood frozen.

The newbie, approaching him, pulled out a pen, and after noticing the frozen ink, smirked.

Crack, crack!

The newbie didn’t write with the pen, but instead, carved the ice to form letters.

This message was meant for Ron Berger.

“Unending cycle. If you had realized the true meaning of unending, you could have become stronger. What a pity.”

A piece of advice about controlling abilities.

‘...Is she insane?’

At the brink of death, what use were her words?

For a brief moment, disbelief took over.

The oxygen supply was cut off, and his thoughts dulled.

Duty, mission, morals, and conscience—

Frozen in chains.

Only when it all ended, did the thoughts break free.

‘That... was it...’

‘...’

He realized.

How his abilities could have been stronger.

The true meaning of unending.

He didn’t have to abandon the children.

He didn’t have to embrace death.

The late realization only brought despair.

As his consciousness faded, his life ended in despair.

‘A great warrior should gain some enlightenment on his final path.’

In the heart of the one responsible for the man’s end, there was not a trace of malice.

In a sense, the one walking the path of nothingness offered only kindness.

But for one who wasn’t a martial artist, the weight of that kindness was far too heavy to bear.