"As Seon Jin Hwa lay on the ground, battered and bruised, he muttered to himself, 'Stand, or you die.' With every ounce of willpower, he forced himself to his feet, though his legs trembled with exhaustion.
He focused his energy on executing the Rapid Strike technique.
Seon Jin Hwa's options were limited. He was reaching his limits, both in strength and hope. But then, his gaze fell upon an unexpected savior – a flagpole that had been a part of the school's courtyard for decades.
Seon Jin Hwa knew it was his last resort. With a burst of determination, he disengaged from the minotaur and sprinted toward the flagpole, praying that it would be his salvation. It was a long shot, but he had to try. The fate of the school, and perhaps more, hung in the balance."
"As Seon Jin Hwa's Rapid Strike technique relentlessly battered the flagpole, the relentless assault finally paid off. With a triumphant roar, he broke off a jagged, sharp point from the flagpole. His last resort had been forged.
Exhausted, his body pushed to its limits, he clenched the impromptu weapon and staggered toward the towering Minotaur. It was a desperate move, but he knew it was his only chance.
"This is the end you monstrous bastard."
Summoning the last of his strength, he leap and thrust the sharpened end of the flagpole toward the beast's vital point, aiming to pierce its thick hide and end the confrontation once and for all."
"Die you bull bastard!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!..."
Seon Jin Hwa's voice rang out through the chaos as he hurled himself towards the menacing minotaur.
With every ounce of his remaining strength, he thrust the sharpened end of the flagpole towards the creature's vital point.
The beast roared in agony as the flagpole pierced its thick hide, and the flagpole now stood embedded in its massive body. A moment of silence followed, filled only by the sound of the wind and the distant sound of the police cars and the terrified onlookers.
And then, as if in slow motion, the minotaur collapsed to the ground with a thunderous crash. The flagpole remained lodged in its vital point, firmly planted in the beast. It was over.
Exhausted and trembling with fatigue, Seon Jin Hwa couldn't hold himself up any longer. He sank to his knees, gasping for breath. The last reserves of his energy spent, he fell to the ground.
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Amid the aftermath of the battle, the wailing sirens of police cars echoed through the schoolyard. Flashing lights cut through the chaos, casting a stark contrast to the earlier carnage.
Police officers in their uniforms rushed into the area, surveying the scene with a mix of disbelief and apprehension.
They quickly took note of the unconscious Minotaur and the flagpole impaled in its body.
One officer, maintaining a sense of professionalism despite the bizarre sight, urgently spoke into his radio,
"Dispatch, we need an ambulance at Gyeongju High School. We've got casualties here."
As the ambulance sirens joined the scene, the officers continued to secure the area.
Among the casualties, Seon Jin Hwa lay on the ground, his breathing heavy and labored. An officer approached him cautiously and called out, "We need an ambulance here, too. This kid's in bad shape."
Amid the flashing lights and hurried voices, help was finally on its way.
*The next day*
In the quiet room, Seon Jin Hwa stirred, slowly awakening from a deep slumber. His eyes blinked open, adjusting to the unfamiliar environment.
Tubes and monitors surrounded him, connected to his battered body. It took a moment for his groggy mind to recall the events of the previous day.
With a deep, somewhat pained breath, he gingerly shifted on the hospital bed. Discomfort and a dull ache coursed through his body as he began to remember the intensity of the battle with the Minotaur. He couldn't help but wince.
As his senses fully returned, he noticed a sense of relief.
The pain, while still present, was now bearable. The sounds of a busy hospital drifted in from the hallway, the voices of nurses and the beeping of machines providing a sense of normalcy.
Seon Jin Hwa realized he had made it through the battle and was now in a safe place. He lay there for a moment, contemplating the events that had unfolded. The weight of it all sank in, and he understood that his life had taken a dramatic turn.
The journey was far from over, but he had proven to himself that he was capable of extraordinary feats. As he lay there, a newfound determination surged within him, a resolve to continue down this unexpected path.