Chapter 95: Exorcism (Physical)
Crack!
The white mask, hit by the fist tinged with orange light, flew powerlessly down the hallway.
Contrary to my worries from inside, I was able to hit properly since even a ghost without a physical form could be affected by qi.
K-Kim Yu-seong?
Ms. Mizuki, behind me, called out with a surprised voice.
Stay inside, Teacher. I will handle this thing.
After saying that, I slowly walked toward the white mask lying on the floor.
Croak, cack-keuk-keuk.
Meanwhile, the white mask on the floor made strange noises and floated back up into the air.Vissit novelbin(.)c.om for updates
The recent attack seemed effective, as there was a slight crack at the edge of the mask.
Instead of rushing at it, I observed how it reacted.
Gururuk.
Right after, a sound like boiling phlegm was heard, and the darkness of the hallway began to coalesce behind the white mask.
It felt like something out of a manga, as if it were undergoing a first-stage transformation to reveal its true form.
However, I had no intention of kindly waiting for the transformation to complete.
Heup!
With a strong kick against the hallway floor, I lunged at the still-transforming mask.
Then, tentacles made of darkness shot out from behind the mask like arrows.
But I didnt block the attack.
Because there was no need to block it.
The black tentacles that extended from the mask couldnt penetrate the yang qi surrounding my skin and were deflected weakly.
Keuk?!
The nature of my qi, learned through the Mirror of True Essence, was invulnerability, which meant I wouldnt be hurt by ordinary attacks.
It was simple, but an unmatched ability for someone like me who primarily engaged in physical combat.
I grabbed the deflected tentacle and pulled it towards me.
Then, the still-transforming mask was dragged along like a piece of luggage.
I caught the mask with my other hand.
The mask started struggling fiercely to escape my grasp.
But the more it struggled, the tighter I gripped.
The crack where my fist had hit began to widen.
Ill kill you.
Feeling the crisis, the creature, which had only been shrieking, spoke in a human voice for the first time and emitted a bright light.
I momentarily closed my eyes, but I tensed my right hand to crush the mask.
Crack!
But just before the mask broke, something else grabbed my arm.
When I quickly opened my eyes, I saw that a strong limb, sprouting from beneath the mask, was gripping my wrist.
Crack!
The black hand began to compress the yang qi surrounding my wrist.
I could have resisted, but there was no need to take a gamble, so I employed a different method.
Instead of using my bound hands, I used my head.
Bang!!
Kieeeeeek!!
As expected, the mask was a weak point; when it collided with my forehead, and the crack widened, the creature clutched its head and quickly retreated.
Only then could I finally get a good look at the creatures entire appearance.
A giant stature with a hunched back, almost reaching the ceiling.
Overly developed arms like a gorilla and legs with reversed joints.
Pulling my right arm back behind my shoulder, I said,
Do you know why you are being hit right here, right now?
The white-masked creature shook its head in fear.
I kindly explained to the ghostly creature.
First, you ignored my warning.
Second, you insulted my family.
And thirdly,
You made me angry.
As soon as I finished explaining, I ruthlessly slammed down my fist enveloped in orange light.
About a minute later, the white mask, believed to be the ghosts main body, was shattered into pieces.
The white mask, which had been gradually cracking under the relentless barrage of punches, screamed its death cry and turned to smoke as I delivered the final blow.
It seemed as if it had been forcibly sent to nirvana.
I gasped for breath and stood up from my spot.
The hallway bore the marks of the intense battle.
As I was wondering how to clean up, a familiar voice came from the other end of the hallway.
Kim Yu-seong!
The people rushing towards me, calling my name, were Senior Fuma and others from the Fuma Ninja Clan I had seen at the maid cafe before.
Hyoneko, seemingly summoned by Senior Fuma, was startled to see the aftermath of the battle.
Whats this tremendous negative energy?
Then, Senior Fuma said with a serious expression,
Its probably the same kind of yokai that placed a barrier outside the school.
A yokai? Was it different from a ghost?
As I stood awkwardly listening to their conversation, Ms. Mizuki, who had been hiding in the duty room, timidly poked her head out.
K-Kim Yu-seong? Is it all over?
Ah, yes. You can come out now, Teacher.
Then Ms. Mizuki cautiously stepped out of the duty room, still clutching her smartphone and playing the hymn.
Ms. Mizuki, seeing Senior Fuma and the people of the Fuma Ninja Clan in ninja attire, asked with a suspicious look,
Who are these people?
Senior Fuma replied,
They are my relatives. Originally, I came alone, but it seemed there was a fairly strong yokai in the school, so I called for backup.
Hyoneko, who was behind, asked,
So where is this problematic yokai? The barrier was so strong, we only just managed to break through.
Hearing that, I unconsciously turned my gaze.
Well Ive already caught it.
The Fuma Ninja Clan people were taken aback.
What? How?! You didnt even have any exorcism tools, did you?
Senior Fuma then murmured with a look of realization,
Indeed, you really did it.
Yes.
As we exchanged words only we understood, the Fuma Ninja Clan people behind us asked for an explanation about what had actually happened.
Turning around, Senior Fuma said,
This guy is the Diamond Yaksha.
The Fuma Ninja Clan people immediately showed a look of understanding.
Could it be The one who defeated Ivan?
If thats the case, its believable.
It felt like Id become a known figure among these underworld people without even realizing it.