inoceros, swiftly crashing into the leading boy.
Pow! Pow! There was a sickening thud as their bodies collided, accompanied by a sharp sound of something snapping.

The boy's limp body was sent soaring through the air like a loose puppet, crashing forcefully into a corner.
He lost consciousness before he could even let out a scream.
Naturally, the bead he carried shattered into pieces.


A momentary silence settled upon them, spreading a sense of quietude.
The remaining ten boys, along with the assistant supervisors, blinked in a dazed stupor.
They were unable to grasp the gravity of what had just unfolded before their eyes.

And amidst this interlude, a second victim emerged.

This time, it was a boy of a rather considerable size, his body seemingly too weighty to soar through the skies.
Ulan, recognizing this, seized him by the scruff of his neck with a savage grip.

“Hold on…!” The boy, belatedly regaining his senses, shouted with a contemplative expression.
It was his final declaration within the arena, the last words to escape his lips.


With a thunderous crash, the hefty body plummeted to the ground, impaling the earth with its mass.
As Ulan forcefully pinned the boy in an inverted position, a bead rolled out from his pocket, clattering as it tumbled.


A resounding crack!

Ulran crushed the bead underfoot, then swiftly turned his attention, seeking his next prey.
He needed to find his next quarry, his next target to pursue.

Just then, the assistant supervisor, barely regaining his composure, announced the outcome of the battle.

“R-Rian Arca! Eliminated!”

“Dalon Serti! Eliminated!”

Already, two had fallen, eliminated from the contest.
As the shouts of the assistant supervisor subsided, the boys within the arena hastily reformed their ranks.

“Everybody, just stay calm!”

“They were caught off guard, that's all!”

“On my signal, we all charge at once!”

“If we charge all at once,——.

But the boys' maneuvers proved futile.
While they strategized verbally, Ulan waged the fight through action.
He fought with deeds, not mere words.

Thud! Smack! Crunch!

One after another, the boys were sent hurtling through the air.
As the numbers within the arena rapidly dwindled, the remaining boys began to retaliate, each launching their counterattacks one by one.

Of course, by then it was too late.

Thwack! Crash!

Ulan charged like a raging bull, breaking up the formation.
And then, he seized the collar of the boy who had been issuing commands to the other boys moments ago.

“Urgg! Release me, release me! Ugh!”

Dian Mortesi, one of the Himmel gang and the mastermind of this alliance.
Ulan wielded him as a shield, skillfully parrying the attacks with swift and decisive movements.

It was effective.

“Damn it, you son of a bitch!”

“Let him go!”

The boys hesitated to launch an immediate counterattack.
Primarily, Himmel’s men faltered in their assault.
And their hesitation paved the way to inevitable defeat.

Thwack! Thwack! Kwazik!

Ulan's fists shattered their jaws and noses.
None of the boys who took his blows could rise again.

A mindless, destructive assault that smashed everything in its path.
Ibella watched, dumbfounded, as he single-handedly overwhelmed the arena.


Too strong.

What if she had been the opponent?

She pondered, but the answer came too quickly.
It would have been her downfall.
There was not even a glimmer of hope for victory in any conceivable way.

Meanwhile, as the contemplation lingered, the one-sided hunt neared its end.

“Grrrr! Grrrr!”

The boy who had fought bravely until the end collapsed, frothing at the mouth.
Now, the only one standing unscathed in the arena was Ulran.

Silence blanketed the field.


The sound of swallowing saliva echoed distinctively in the air.
Ethan burst out laughing.
Then, as if there was no need for further consideration, he spoke, “Ulan Bator, Grade-S.”

There were no objections.

Such was the primal, instinctual, and overwhelming nature of Ulan's combat prowess.
Ibella clenched her fist without even realizing it.

‘The world is truly vast.’

She couldn't believe a monster like him existed.

Moreover, someone of her own generation.
A sense of anticipation welled up inside Ibella's eyes.

‘You said Ulan, didn't you?’

Somehow, she had a feeling she would meet him again.

With that in mind, Ibella murmured Ulan's name several times.
After stealing a final glimpse of his muscular back resembling that of a wild stallion, she turned her body.

It was time to head to the next exam.


Shortly after the last boy fell, Ethan's voice sounded in Ulan's ear.

“Ulan Bator! Grade-S.”

A single declaration to announce the outcome. 

Ulran cast aside Dian, the shield he had been using.
The boy's beads, which he had planned to shatter as the final act, were already broken.
Perhaps they had been damaged while he was using the shield.

Putting aside his barbaric musings, Ulan turned his gaze towards the outside.

Once again, gazes poured upon him.
However, they were entirely different from the looks he received when entering the arena.

Tension, fear, reverence, and more.

A valiant warrior would revel in such looks, with his shoulders broadening in pride.

But Ulan remained indifferent.

It was a look he'd received many times in his past life.

Instead, he looked around.

‘Has Ibella left?’

He looked around the arena, but she was nowhere to be seen.

‘That's a shame, I thought I'd say hello.’

Ulan was close to all seven of them, but if he had to choose one among them whom he considered especially close, it would undoubtedly be Ibella.

Among the seven warriors, she was the one he had known the longest and with whom he had shared numerous life-and-death struggles.

‘And most of all……..’

In his last life, when Ulan had decided to buy time alone, Ibella had been the only one to oppose his decision.

“Why should it be you who stays?”

Her voice, uncharacteristically devoid of emotion.

“We can send the wounded back, and we can fight this together.
We can definitely win! We don't need your sacrifice…….!”

Ibella had shouted furiously.

But Ulan didn't listen to her.
He had a warrior's instinct.

He knew that only he remaining was the best course of action.

The moment she realized that the decision was irreversible, Ibella's face contorted as if she would burst into tears at any moment, and she shouted.

“Hold on until the end.
Survive no matter what! Even if the cave collapses, I will definitely come to save you!”

A comrade who had worried about Ulan until the very end.
That's why he was so happy to see her.
Of course, they had no contact in their current lives, but he still wanted to say hello.

‘But if she's already gone, I can't help it.’

Greetings can wait until after we enter.

With her skills, she should be able to pass the rest of the exams.

After organizing his thoughts, Ulan headed for the next test.

Hall of the Southern Falcon.

It was the testing center for 'Monster Hunting'.



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