I've Never Seen a Saint who can use Magic so Well-Chapter 121

While Kurosawa was swiftly overwhelmed, Si-Hyun had not only handled the assassin but had also read the entire battlefield, observing not just Isabelle, but the overall flow of the combat.

She acted like a natural leader, making decisive calls and turning the tide of the fight.

This was the result—the scene unfolding before his eyes.

“Hahahaha!”

“Get lost!”

Jason Turner had taken Kurosawa’s place in combat, but his fighting style was far from conventional. Isabelle’s every move was met with Jason’s calm, unwavering defense.

It was as if injuries didn’t bother him. Pain and fear seemed nonexistent.

What was more remarkable was that his relentless approach was proving effective.

“You perverted stalker! Get out of my way!”

“Hahaha! I don’t understand what you’re saying! Your opponent is me!”

With minimal defense, Jason launched continuous attacks, embodying a battering ram in the fight.

It was clear he wanted a brawl—a battle of pure physical confrontation.

Of course, Isabelle refused to allow even a single blow to land. But her agility and tricks couldn’t land a blow that could harm him.

She occasionally attempted deceptive maneuvers, trying to bypass the tank.

But those tricks didn’t work.

Jason ignored her minor attacks and kept charging forward, determined to overpower her.

It was a textbook counter, a perfect matchup.

Could Isabelle sense she was at a disadvantage?

Her expression shifted, a dangerous glint appearing in her eyes.

She made a sudden, unexpected move.

Whizz!

A barrage of daggers flew, thrown with a sharp twist of her body.

Kurosawa quickly turned his head to identify the target of the daggers.

The back of Jeong Si-Hyun, who was focused on the bull.

But—

Ting! Ting! Ting!

The daggers bounced off an invisible barrier and fell harmlessly to the ground.

Si-Hyun didn’t even look back, as though she had expected this.

Kurosawa turned his attention back to Isabelle, knowing exactly what was about to happen—

Thunk!

Thud!

As expected, Isabelle had finally made a mistake.

In a reckless attempt to land a blow, she had opened herself up for an attack. Jason’s fist connected with her head, sending her crashing to the ground, rolling away from the impact.

Drip—

Blood trickled down her forehead as she struggled to rise. Her bitten lip was torn open.

The once confident, playful assassin was now in tatters, resembling a cornered beast more than the predatory cat she had been moments ago.

Kurosawa took a slow breath, processing the scene.

‘I was the fool, wasn’t I?’

Just because they entered the dungeon together didn’t mean he was entitled to the support of the others. What he had assumed to be natural had never been so.

‘Huh…’

Kurosawa gripped his bow and arrows tightly, gathering his strength for the next move.

Crack.

He prepared his most powerful skill.

He aimed it at the woman wielding the whip, still commanding the bull from atop its back.

This was the role he was meant to play in the party—a crucial part of the team.

He realized he had been humbled.

At the same time, he understood the true meaning of cooperation.

***

Whoosh—Boom!

An arrow, carrying with it a sudden gust of wind, flew through the air. The woman atop the bull, who had been preparing to lash her whip, staggered violently as the blast struck her.

‘Now!’

Ji-Ah’s eyes gleamed with sharp determination.

With the bull’s attention fully on Si-Hyun, the perfect moment to strike had arrived. She could attack without worry of retaliation—a golden opportunity.

Mana surged explosively through Ji-Ah's body as she gripped her spear tightly. A cold wind condensed at the spear’s tip, blue frost swirling around it as if dancing in the air.

Thud!

With a powerful thrust, Ji-Ah launched herself forward, leaving a blue afterimage in her wake. The air itself seemed to tear as she exploded into motion, reaching the bull’s front legs in an instant.

Her first strike landed with tremendous force.

Swoosh!

The spear, imbued with icy energy, cleaved through the bull’s leg with a chilling blue streak. The frost erupted in a burst of cold, mixing grotesquely with blood as the creature howled in pain.

But Ji-Ah wasn’t finished.

She planted herself firmly, unwavering, and with fluid grace, began to strike again, each motion a flawless stroke in a deadly dance.

Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish!

Her spear cut through the air in rapid succession, each strike landing with deadly precision. Frost and blood mingled as the bull’s legs were hacked apart, the ground beneath them becoming an icy, bloody graveyard.

Each blow pierced deep, leaving no room for the bull to retaliate.

With every swing, blood gushed from the bull’s limbs, and a frost flower bloomed at the point of impact.

Finally, Ji-Ah’s spear struck with such force that it reached the bone, digging deep into the bull’s leg.

Grrr—!

The bull let out a tremendous roar as it lost its balance, its massive body swaying and stumbling.

This was the moment Ji-Ah’s relentless assault had been building up to—her devastating blow had brought the beast to its knees.

“One more hit coming!”

Sato Ichiro’s powerful voice rang out, full of confidence.

A wide smile spread across his face as he spoke.

‘It’s been so long since I’ve just played my part like this.’

In this party, being the tail of the snake didn’t feel so bad after all.

For a brief moment, Sato considered the thought.

He grinned and extended his staff.

As the leader had instructed, he aimed to take out the bull’s legs first. Only one more to go, and they would be finished.

Mana gathered in a massive swirl around his staff.

He unleashed his full power, sending a torrent of magic in the form of massive ice spikes toward the bull.

Crash—!

The magic collided with the bull’s remaining leg, and ice spikes erupted like a tidal wave. The force was immense, growing in size as they surged toward the bull, the air trembling as light and ice danced together.

The ground shook violently under the force of the magic.

Graaahhh—!

The last of the bull’s front legs was ripped apart, leaving it crippled and helpless.

With a mighty crash, the bull’s massive body collapsed to the ground, unable to support its own weight. The woman atop the bull was thrown from her saddle, landing hard on the ground.

Si-Hyun approached Ji-Ah, her eyes focused on the fallen woman.

“Ji-Ah, you can handle her, right?”

“Yeah, leave it to me!”

Ji-Ah confidently responded, locking eyes with the woman, who was now glaring at them.

‘Hmm, no problem.’

Despite the distraction of the whip-wielding woman, Ji-Ah had remained focused on the bull. The fight had been intense, but her condition was still perfect, her confidence unwavering. Now, only one task remained: dealing with that irritating woman.

Whoosh!

Ji-Ah flicked the spear, clearing it of blood, and took a step forward. Si-Hyun, observing her for a moment, turned toward Sato Ichiro. Kurosawa stood beside him.

“Finish that one off.”

Si-Hyun pointed toward the fallen bull.

“Yes, understood!”

Sato replied energetically, and Kurosawa gave a quiet nod.

‘…Honestly, she’s impressive.’

Kurosawa couldn’t help but admit it. He hadn’t noticed before, clouded by his preconceived notions.

But now, with a clear perspective, he saw it.

Si-Hyun’s influence was enormous.

Though she didn’t appear flashy or showy, Si-Hyun’s quiet strength was undeniable.

‘How much work does she do on her own…?’

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Kurosawa thought briefly.

During Ji-Ah’s focused assault, Si-Hyun had simultaneously provided support, managing the battlefield with impeccable precision.

When Sato unleashed his magic, she had ensured the bull’s movements were restricted as much as possible.

Was that all?

Si-Hyun had also provided buffs and healing for the entire team, all while keeping everything under control.

She was like a conductor, orchestrating the flow of battle.

The dungeon’s boss room had become the Saint’s stage.

‘I owe her an apology…’

Kurosawa thought briefly.

Though it was late, once the dungeon was cleared, he would express his gratitude and apologize.

With that in mind, he walked forward, ready to finish off the bull.

Meanwhile, Si-Hyun approached Isabelle, who was still glaring at Jason, panting heavily.

Her labored breathing was deeply satisfying to Si-Hyun.

“Isabelle, you tried to take me on while you couldn’t even beat our dog?”

“Shut up!”

Si-Hyun scoffed openly, and Isabelle shot back with a flurry of curses, her eyes filled with malice.

Si-Hyun merely smirked in response.

“Jason says you were pretty pathetic.”

“That’s because you—”

Whack!

Si-Hyun’s fist slammed into Isabelle’s abdomen with all her strength, cutting off the venomous words. Isabelle’s body curled as she gasped for air.

“Ugh…”

“Now I think I get it.”

Si-Hyun spoke calmly, her gaze icy.

“You always said that about me. That I’m too slow to be of any use.”

“You’re slower than me—”

Whack!

Isabelle’s words died in her throat as Si-Hyun slapped her hard across the face.

“….”

Pain slowly radiated through Isabelle’s cheek. It was a bitter reminder of her loss.

The confident assassin had been broken, reduced to a weak, humiliated human.

‘…This is pointless.’

With a deep sigh, Si-Hyun grabbed Isabelle by the hair and pulled her head back, asking,

“I’ve got one question for you.”

Isabelle’s half-lidded eyes met Si-Hyun’s gaze, defiant yet weary.

“Why do you keep crawling back?”