I Became the Student Council President of Academy City

Boom!! Crash!!!

A devastating blow.

Lightning surged outwards like chains, spreading Woo-jin's overwhelming mana in all directions along with a gust of wind. The sheer force of it caused the walls to crumble.

Blood splattered, and the wall the Spartoi had leaned against formed a deep crater. His nose was shattered, and the center of his face caved in, bleeding profusely.

His hand groped the air in front of his deformed, unrecognizable face.

"Urgh, ugh...!"

The Spartoi groaned in pain.

Woo-jin’s cold gaze bore into him.

Without a moment’s pause, another series of blows rained down.

In a desperate attempt to escape, the Spartoi pushed off the ground rapidly several times, moving as if teleporting away from the spot.

He fled in terror.

‘No, no, no!! I can’t win, I can’t win...!’

The Spartoi had completely lost his will to fight.

He had already realized it the moment he locked eyes with Woo-jin, or perhaps even earlier, when Woo-jin's mana touched his skin.

He was now fully aware of just how monstrously powerful the Student Council President was.

He had underestimated him, thinking he was just someone who had only recently reached the 7th-tier.

The Spartoi himself was a 6th-tier, considered a strong figure in Neo Seoul, and had undergone countless combat training as a Spartoi.

But no matter how he used his unique ability, no matter how much mana he poured into it, he knew he wouldn’t be able to match this monster’s power—not even by a fraction.

Crack!