The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill-Chapter 62: Precision vs. Power

The dust from the last fight hadn't even settled, but the tension in the air was thick.

Sujin stepped back to the recruits, her breath still slightly uneven from the fight. Jisoo groaned as she rolled onto her stomach, muttering complaints under her breath. Despite the loss, there was no real frustration in her voice—just determination.

Jin observed the group carefully. They were paying attention.

Before, some of them had been hesitant, nervous even. But now? They were watching. Learning.

Good.

"Next fight," Jin said, voice cutting through the murmurs.

The recruits glanced at each other, the hesitation creeping back in. Some shifted on their feet, unsure if they were ready. Others looked more confident, their hands clenching into fists, itching to test themselves.

Then, Kyung Min stepped forward.

"I'll go," she said simply, rolling her shoulders.

Jin wasn't surprised. Kyung Min was built for combat. She was one of the oldest recruits, and it showed in her demeanor—calm, grounded, experienced. She didn't rush into things recklessly, but she wasn't the type to back down either.

She cracked her knuckles. "Just pick someone."

A beat passed before another figure hesitantly stepped forward.

Doyun.

Unlike Kyung Min, he wasn't as eager. His movements were slower, careful. He adjusted his sleeves, shifting his stance as if reconsidering his decision.

"I guess I'll go," Doyun said, rubbing the back of his head. He looked around as if expecting someone else to volunteer instead. No one did.

Jin's gaze flickered between them. This was an interesting matchup.

Kyung Min was all durability and close-range power. She could take hits that would break most people. Doyun, on the other hand, was a ranged fighter. His Shockwave Pulse gave him a unique advantage—if he could use it properly.

"Step into the circle," Jin said.

The recruits moved back, clearing the space.

Kyung Min rolled her shoulders, her muscles flexing slightly as she cracked her neck. She didn't bother taking a stance—she didn't need to.

Doyun, however, shifted uncomfortably, his hands clenching and unclenching. His confidence wasn't solid. He had power, but the way he moved told Jin everything—he wasn't used to fighting someone head-on.

This was going to be a test.

Jin raised his hand.

"Begin."

Kyung Min charged immediately.

No hesitation, no wasted movement. She pushed forward like a battering ram, going straight for Doyun before he could react.

Doyun's eyes widened. She was faster than he expected.

He stumbled back, hands snapping up as he activated his skill—Shockwave Pulse.

A tremor rippled through the air.

The invisible force slammed into Kyung Min's chest, a concussive blast strong enough to knock most people off their feet.

Kyung Min staggered but didn't fall.

Doyun's breath hitched. His attack had landed—but it barely did anything.

Kyung Min grinned. "Not bad."

Then she moved again.

Doyun barely had time to react before she closed the distance in two steps. He jumped back, firing off another Shockwave, but Kyung Min braced herself this time.

The blast hit her square in the stomach—but she didn't move.

Doyun's eyes widened.

Jin exhaled slightly. She adapted fast.

Her Granite Armor absorbed the impact, dispersing the force through her body. The moment she felt the energy fade, she lunged again.

Doyun panicked. His attacks weren't stopping her.

Instead of retreating, he switched tactics.

He stopped firing wildly and started moving.

The recruits were watching closely now.

Haneul, gripping his staff tightly, muttered under his breath, "He's changing his rhythm."

Echo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Looks like someone's learning."

Doyun had realized something.

He wasn't going to win a direct fight.

So instead of brute-forcing it, he used Kyung Min's own disadvantage against her—her lack of speed.

He started circling, constantly shifting positions, dodging just before she could grab him. He timed his pulses more carefully, aiming for her legs to throw her balance off instead of just pushing her backward.

The first shot hit her knee—she stumbled slightly.

The second was aimed at her ribs—not strong enough to damage her, but enough to make her adjust her stance. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Doyun's confidence built with each dodge.

His movements became sharper, his attacks more deliberate. Instead of wasting energy, he was making every shot count.

Jin nodded slightly. That was the right approach.

But then he noticed Kyung Min's face.

She wasn't frustrated.

She was waiting.

Joon leaned over to Seul. "She's baiting him, isn't she?"

Seul nodded, arms crossed. "She's making him comfortable. The moment he overcommits, she'll end it."

And that moment was coming fast.

Doyun was getting confident.

He saw Kyung Min hesitate for a split second and took his chance.

He fired his strongest Shockwave Pulse yet—aiming directly for her chest.

The air shook.

The force rippled forward, slamming into Kyung Min full force.

But instead of being knocked back—she planted her feet.

The recruits collectively tensed.

Kyung Min's Granite Armor cracked slightly, but it held.

Doyun's eyes widened. "No way—"

Kyung Min lunged forward.

Doyun wasn't ready.

He had spent the entire fight dodging, controlling the pace—he hadn't braced for impact.

And Kyung Min hit like a truck.

Her fist slammed into his gut.

A deep, heavy impact that echoed through the training grounds.

Doyun's body lifted slightly off the ground before he was sent flying back, skidding across the dirt.

Silence.

Then—

"Ow," Doyun groaned.

Jisoo winced. "That looked painful."

Joon let out a low whistle. "Remind me to never let her punch me."

Kyung Min rolled her shoulders. "You won't survive it."

Some of the recruits laughed. Even Doyun, still lying on the ground, let out a small chuckle between breaths.

Jin stepped forward, arms crossed.

"You got too comfortable dodging," he told Doyun. "You assumed she couldn't catch you."

Doyun groaned again. "Yeah… I figured that out."

Jin turned to Kyung Min. "And you waited for your moment. You forced him to make a mistake."

She simply nodded.

Jin glanced around at the recruits. They had all been watching carefully. Learning.

That was the whole point of this.

"Next fight," he called.

The recruits straightened, some looking excited, others more nervous.

The tension reset.

The fights weren't over yet. They were just getting started.