After hearing Sakeer's words and learning what had transpired in Abelion Hills, it became clear—
Go Gin could no longer remain in the Baharuth Empire.
Meanwhile, Abelion Hills was a place Sakeer had long set his sights on.
Swish! Swish!
A flash of brilliant white light streaked through the air—
Two Archangel Flames materialized on the battlefield.
Go Gin's golden-white pupils flickered with surprise, but it lasted only an instant before a knowing smirk crossed his face.
"I see."
"So this is what you're relying on?"
His voice dripped with mockery as his stance shifted.
Then—
"Let me show you just how vast the gap between us truly is."
Boom!
Go Gin stomped the ground, and his massive frame launched forward with a burst of explosive speed.
Despite his towering physique, his movements left afterimages in the air—
A blur of motion too fast for the eye to follow.
In a heartbeat—
He was already in front of the Archangel Flames.
Before they could even react, his enormous hands shot out, gripping both their heads with terrifying force.
Then—
Bang!
He smashed them together with devastating power.
A shockwave rippled outward, kicking up dust and sending gusts of air in all directions.
Crack! Crack!
The Archangel Flames' helmet-like armor split apart, their forms shattering into glowing embers before fading into nothingness.
Two summoned beings—defeated in a single strike.
Lowering his gaze, Go Gin turned his attention to Sakeer, who stood mere steps away.
His silent stare carried a clear message—
The fight was already over.
Sakeer stood in Go Gin's looming shadow, unfazed.
His voice was calm, almost indifferent.
"Arrogance is one of the original sins."
As he spoke, his hand brushed against his waist, and in an instant—
A simple iron sword materialized in his grip.
A magic leather pouch hung from his belt, the very same one Leinas had once filled with five thousand gold coins.
The coins had long since been stored in his inventory, but he kept the pouch visible—
A clever misdirection to disguise how he retrieved items.
Then, his lips moved—
And three words left his mouth:
"Dark Wave."
A pulse of black energy erupted from Sakeer, spreading outwards in an instantaneous wave.
Go Gin—standing at point-blank range—couldn't avoid it.
His entire body stiffened, his muscles locking up as if frozen in time.
"This...?"
A flicker of confusion flashed across his face.
No matter how strong he was, he could not resist the effects of professional skills.
It didn't matter if his level surpassed Sakeer's—
Certain skills, once activated, could not be dodged or blocked.
Just like instant death magic, they either hit or missed—
And if they hit, survival depended on whether one could endure it.
This was precisely why players in the game world always prepared specific countermeasures.
Sakeer observed Go Gin's frozen state, his expression calm and measured.
Then—
He raised his iron sword and brought it down in a swift, decisive slash.
Poof!
The blade sliced cleanly through Go Gin's tough skin, parting flesh as a spray of blood erupted.
However, given Go Gin's sheer size, the wound—while deep—was far from fatal.
Crack.
The iron sword shattered upon impact, unable to withstand the force.
Sakeer stepped back swiftly, avoiding the splatter of blood.
At the same time—
Go Gin's body trembled.
His mind snapped back to clarity, and with a sharp inhale, he staggered backward, widening the distance between them.
"What kind of magic was that?"
Go Gin's voice carried an edge of genuine disbelief.
He stared down at the wound on his chest, where blood continued to spill, and then back at Sakeer.
Gone was the arrogance in his gaze—
Replaced by something else entirely.
For the first time, Go Gin no longer looked at Sakeer with contempt—
But with caution.