Seven Sins System Chapter 759. One Hit
Seven Sins System Chapter 759. One Hit
A couple of minutes passed.
They were panting now. Their targets were still hovering above their heads, glowing blue. Mine was still untouched. Still red.
Not a scratch.
Their HP bars were dropping like flies. Most of them were hovering around the 50s now. Barry was probably at 40% from sheer emotional damage.
I stepped back into the center of the field again, twirling my dagger casually, like I had all the time in the world. Because I did.
They regrouped, clumsy but breathing harder, sweat pouring down their faces, uniforms scuffed and magic spent in bursts.
I exhaled and called out, “Alright. Let’s make it interesting.”
They flinched like I’d just activated a kill switch.
“How about this,” I said, smirking. “If you manage to land one hit on my target… just one… before your HPs hit zero, I’ll consider this your win.”
Silence.
They blinked.
Claire raised an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
I nodded.
“One hit. That’s all.”
Ion squinted suspiciously. “No tricks? No catch?”
“You have five minutes,” I said, smiling wider. “Make it count.”
They looked at each other.
For once, no arguing.
They huddled.
I watched them. Calm. Relaxed. The air warm against my coat. Sweat slowly sliding down the side of my neck. Still no need to use any skills.
Just me and the dagger.
Claire whispered something low and fast. Darren leaned in. Evie nodded, adjusting her breathing. Barry, surprisingly, kept quiet, just stared at the ground like he was thinking.
Ion crossed his arms. “That might work.”
Claire whispered again, voice firmer.
They broke the huddle.
And for the first time all day… they looked like a team.
I narrowed my eyes, mildly intrigued.
Claire stepped forward first. Calm. Not rushed. She took her stance with the elegance I expected of her and lunged toward me like before, but this time, her eyes were darting. Calculating.
She wasn’t just attacking.
She was testing.
I blocked it easily, of course, deflecting her rapier with the flat of my dagger. But I noticed the difference. She wasn’t trying to land a hit. She was moving like bait.
Evie threw a wall of fire, not directly at me, but wide, angled, just enough to limit my right movement. Then she shot smaller bursts toward my feet, forcing me to shift left.
Hmm.
I stepped left. Exactly as they wanted.
Ion appeared a second later.
From the angle they had pushed me toward.
His daggers flashed toward the red target above my head.
I turned fast. Impressed.
He almost made it.
Almost.
I bent backward, let his strike pass over me like a breath of wind.
[ION HP: 34%]
I swept his legs and sent him flying again, hitting his target.
But that’s when it hit me.
This wasn’t just a bait tactic.
It was a layered feint.
Ion wasn’t the one meant to land the blow.
I spun mid-turn just in time to see Darren, crouched low, half-hidden behind a tree, one arrow nocked, the tip glowing faintly with a trace of Evie’s elemental charge.
He released.
And it flew.
Clean. Silent.
Smart.
His earlier failures?
All part of the ruse.
The arrow passed through the edge of Claire’s magic echo, spun up by Evie’s air draft, and curved just enough.
I tilted my head, too late.
The arrow struck the floating red ring above mine.
[DR. ALLEN HP: 99%]
System pinged softly.
[Successful Hit]
The battlefield froze.
I blinked.
They all blinked.
Barry stared like he couldn’t believe it.
Darren had dropped his bow.
Evie clapped a hand over her mouth.
Ion gasped.
Claire?
She smiled.
And Barry?
He fell to his knees again and shouted, “WE LANDED A HIT! I DID NOTHING BUT WE LANDED A HIT!”
I burst out laughing. For real this time.
Long. Loud. Echoing across the field.
“Well,” I said, smirking as I turned to Darren. “I won’t say that wasn’t impressive.”
His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
“I hit you,” he said, like he still couldn’t believe it.
I nodded. “You did.”
He turned to the others. “I hit him! Did you see that?! I hit him!”
Claire nodded. “Good shot.”
Barry pointed. “I saw it!”
Ion exhaled and collapsed to the ground like he just ran a marathon.
Evie wiped sweat from her brow. “Was that… was that a pass?”
I gave a slow nod. “Training session: complete.”
They cheered.
Even Barry.
Especially Barry.
He was actually jumping. Jumping. With his spear raised like he had personally conquered an empire. Ion was sprawled on the grass laughing in exhausted disbelief.
Evie was clapping with both hands over her head.
Claire stood there with her rapier resting against her shoulder, trying to look composed, but the small satisfied curve of her lips betrayed her.
Darren was still staring at his bow like it had just confessed to sentience.
I let the noise settle for a moment before stepping forward again, dagger still loose in my hand.
“Okay,” I said, calm, voice carrying. “So—”
“Kyaaa~!”
The sound cut through the air like a knife.
Not pain. Not fear.
Something worse.
I froze mid-step.
The team froze with me.
“…What,” Ion muttered slowly.
“Kyaaa~!” came again, louder this time, followed by a chorus of excited whispers.
I turned my head.
And immediately regretted it.
The training field next to ours was packed.
Not just students training. Students watching.
Dozens of them.
Leaning on railings. Sitting on the grass. Standing on the benches. Some of them had clearly been watching for a while. A lot of them had their attention very specifically on… me.
One girl had both hands over her mouth. “Oh my God, he’s insane.”
Another whispered loudly to her friend, “A combat doctor who can fight like that without using healing skills?”
Her friend’s eyes were sparkling. “He’s hot.”
Someone else yelled with zero shame, “I want to marry him!”
I physically recoiled.
A full-body internal cringe traveled straight down my spine.
“…Ah,” I muttered.
Barry blinked. “Ah?”
Claire slowly followed my gaze. Her face went blank.
Evie turned next. Then Ion. Then Darren.
And the moment they realized what was happening, their expressions shifted from victory to absolute horror.
“Oh no,” Evie whispered.