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Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip
Igris vs. Sung Jinwoo:
The hall of the Red Gate was silent—too silent. The only sound came from the rhythmic clank of heavy armor, echoing like a heartbeat across the crimson-lit chamber. At its center stood Igris the Red, Knight Commander of the Blood-Red Monarchy, framed by ancient banners and the aura of overwhelming authority. His burning eyes focused forward, unblinking, as if waiting for the one challenger he deemed worthy.
That challenger stepped through the towering doors, shadows rippling at his feet.
Sung Jinwoo.
At this stage of his ascent, Jinwoo was still growing—stronger than any human, not yet the transcendent force he would become. But his eyes carried the same calm determination that had allowed him to survive the countless dungeons and trials that brought him here. He scanned the chamber, taking in Igris’s immovable posture, and felt a familiar surge of adrenaline. Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip Igris vs Sung Jinwoo Raw Clip
This was not just another boss. This was a test.
The moment Jinwoo moved, Igris moved faster. The red knight blurred forward, the massive greatsword coming down in a vertical arc heavy enough to split the marble floor. Jinwoo rolled aside, feeling the wind pressure scrape his cheek like a blade. Before he could rise, Igris spun with mechanical precision, the follow-up slash aimed to bisect him.
Jinwoo summoned a dagger, its edge glowing with mana. Metal clashed against metal, sparks hissing into the air. Igris’s strength forced Jinwoo back several meters, boots grinding along the floor. Jinwoo’s wrist trembled from the impact.
Strong. Stronger than anything he had faced so far.
But not unbeatable.
Jinwoo darted forward again, using his speed to circle Igris. His daggers blurred in repeated strikes, aiming for the knight’s joints and weak points. Each blow landed with perfect technique—yet Igris barely flinched. The armor absorbed the attacks as though they were raindrops. Then, in a motion too fluid for something armored so heavily, Igris countered.
A sweeping kick knocked Jinwoo off balance. Before he could regain footing, the knight’s gauntleted fist slammed into his chest, launching him across the hall. Jinwoo crashed into a pillar and struggled for breath.
He wiped blood from his mouth and grinned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “This is it.”
He charged again, shadows swirling under his feet. This time he used Stealth, vanishing from sight mid-dash. Igris halted, sword raised in ready stance, but did not turn. Even without eyes, he seemed to track Jinwoo’s presence by instinct alone.
Jinwoo reappeared behind him, blades aimed at the helmet.
Igris deflected both strikes.
The clash rang like a gong through the chamber, and for the first time, Jinwoo sensed something beneath the knight’s silence—approval. Not spoken, not expressed, but felt.
Igris pressed forward, swinging in wide arcs that forced Jinwoo to retreat. Each strike carried lethal precision. Each movement spoke of centuries of disciplined combat. Jinwoo dodged, blocked, and countered, but his stamina waned under the knight’s relentless assault. A final downward smash shattered the floor and sent Jinwoo tumbling.
He lay gasping, vision blurred. The system window flickered in the corner of his view—his HP dangerously low.
Most hunters would have fled. Most would have accepted defeat.
But Jinwoo wasn’t most hunters.
He stood, forcing mana through his body. His daggers disintegrated, replaced by the obsidian edge of the Demon King’s Dagger. Power surged through him, and the shadows beneath him expanded, as though responding to a king who had not yet realized he was one.
When he dashed forward this time, he felt something shift. Not in himself—but in Igris. The knight raised his sword differently, as though acknowledging Jinwoo now as a true opponent.
Their final clash erupted like thunder. Jinwoo’s blade slid under Igris’s guard, plunging deep into the chink between armor plates. The knight froze, sword suspended in mid-air. Slowly, almost reverently, he fell to one knee.
Jinwoo stood panting, drenched in sweat and blood.
Then came the message:
“The knight wishes to pledge loyalty to you.”
The towering figure bowed his head.
In this battle, Jinwoo had not simply defeated Igris—
he had earned his allegiance.
