The Weapon Genius: Anything I Hold Can Kill-Chapter 63: Instinct vs. Technique

The murmurs hadn't settled yet.

Kyung Min rolled her shoulders, looking completely unfazed despite just sending Doyun flying across the training grounds. Doyun was still lying on his back, muttering something about how his ribs were probably shattered.

Jin scanned the recruits. They weren't just watching anymore—they were studying.

Before, these fights had been just another obstacle to overcome. Now, they were something more. A chance to understand what made someone strong. What made someone win.

Jin let the silence stretch. Then—

"Next fight."

A pause. No one moved at first, and then—

Yujin stepped forward.

She moved with the same energy she always had—fast, eager, like she was waiting for this moment. Like a predator that had finally found a target.

Jin wasn't surprised. Yujin lived for fights. She was raw talent—aggression, speed, sharp reflexes. She didn't hesitate. She didn't overthink.

She cracked her knuckles. "I'll go."

Then another figure stepped forward.

Mina.

Her movements were more measured. She wasn't stepping forward because she needed to prove herself. She wasn't stepping forward because she had something to prove.

She was stepping forward because she was confident.

Her hands flexed, faint heat pulsing at her fingertips. "I'll take her."

Jin nodded. Interesting matchup.

Yujin relied on pure instinct. Fast, unpredictable, overwhelming.

Mina was disciplined. She fought with control, precision.

"Step into the circle," Jin ordered.

The recruits moved back, clearing a space around them.

Yujin tilted her head slightly, watching Mina. "Hope you're ready. I don't go easy."

Mina's lips curled slightly. "Good. Neither do I."

Jin raised his hand.

"Start."

Yujin was gone before anyone could blink.

One second, she was standing still—the next, she was moving so fast she left dust swirling behind her.

Predator Shift activated immediately. Her muscles tensed, movements sharpening. Her pupils narrowed slightly, her senses heightened. Her speed doubled.

And then she attacked.

She closed the distance between them in an instant, faster than most of the recruits could track.

A quick jab to the ribs.

A follow-up elbow toward Mina's jaw.

A feint to the left, before shifting low for a sweeping kick.

Mina dodged the first hit, blocked the second, and jumped back to avoid the third. Close.

But Yujin wasn't done.

She pressed forward, not giving Mina a second to breathe. She struck again—fast, relentless, her movements flowing into each other with practiced ease.

Mina kept retreating, keeping just out of reach, her hands glowing faintly as heat pulsed around her fingers.

Jin watched carefully.

Yujin was fighting like a wild animal.

Relentless. Aggressive. Looking for an opening through sheer force.

But Mina wasn't breaking.

She wasn't panicking.

She was waiting.

Yujin dashed forward again, this time aiming straight for her legs, trying to knock her off balance.

Mina twisted mid-air, flipping over Yujin entirely, landing just behind her.

Then, before Yujin could react—

Mina pressed a burning palm against her shoulder.

A burst of heat flared out.

Yujin yelped and rolled forward, breaking away before the flames could properly scorch her.

She landed in a crouch, blinking. "Huh."

Joon leaned toward Seul. "Is it just me, or did she not expect that?"

Seul crossed her arms. "She's never fought someone who can counter her like that."

Yujin stood, flexing her fingers. The burn wasn't bad—but it was enough to make her pause.

Mina exhaled slowly. "You're fast. But speed isn't everything."

Yujin's lips curled into a grin.

"Oh, I like you," she said.

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Yujin knew now.

Mina wasn't just reacting—she was reading her movements.

She was waiting for Yujin to make a mistake.

So Yujin stopped playing by the rules.

She feinted left, but this time, she didn't follow through. Instead, she pushed off the ground, flipping backward and landing behind Mina again.

She went low—aiming for a hard, sweeping kick.

Mina jumped—but just barely.

Yujin's foot grazed her ankle.

She almost had her.

Mina twisted in the air, landing a few feet away.

She wasn't laughing anymore.

She knew Yujin was adapting.

Jin exhaled slowly. That was fast.

Most fighters would have kept trying to brute-force their way through. Yujin had already adjusted.

Jin watched as Yujin flexed her hands, shifting her stance slightly. She was moving differently now.

Less reckless. More focused.

The fight wasn't just aggression vs. patience anymore.

Now, it was instinct vs. discipline.

Mina exhaled. "Guess I need to stop holding back."

The heat around her flared.

Jin could feel it from where he was standing.

The ground beneath her cracked slightly.

Yujin didn't move.

She grinned.

"This is gonna be fun."

Mina's flames flickered, the heat rolling off her body in waves as she adjusted her stance. Across from her, Yujin crouched slightly, her muscles coiled tight, every part of her body tense with anticipation. She was fast, there was no doubt about that, but Mina had already proven that speed alone wouldn't be enough. Yujin wasn't winning this fight by simply rushing forward again.

Yujin exhaled slowly, her hands flexing as she shifted her weight from foot to foot. Her stance was looser now, more fluid, less reckless than before. She was thinking this time, actually taking the time to analyze instead of just reacting. That was good. But was it enough?

The two fighters locked eyes, and then they moved at the same time.

Yujin dashed forward, but unlike before, she didn't go straight in for an attack. Instead, she feinted right, planting her foot down hard before veering sharply to the left. Mina twisted to follow, her body already reacting to the fake-out, but Yujin was faster this time. She dropped low, sweeping her leg out in an attempt to take Mina's legs out from under her.

Mina jumped, barely avoiding the trip, but Yujin had already anticipated it. The second Mina landed, Yujin was already in front of her, a quick jab flying toward her ribs. Mina raised an arm, absorbing the blow, but Yujin didn't stop. She pressed forward, throwing another strike, then another, her movements faster than before, her instincts honed now that she had settled into the fight.

Mina backpedaled, keeping her distance, but Yujin kept closing the gap. There was no wasted movement this time—every strike had a purpose, every dodge had an intention. She wasn't just reacting. She was adapting.

Jin watched carefully. Yujin had started the fight relying on instinct alone, but now, she was actually thinking. That was progress. But Mina wasn't just going to let her take control of the fight.

Mina's foot dug into the dirt as she abruptly stopped moving backward. She pivoted sharply, bringing up a hand just as Yujin closed in again. The air between them wavered from the heat radiating off her palm, and Yujin barely had time to twist away before the flames flared to life.

She wasn't fast enough this time.

The edge of Mina's fire grazed her shoulder, and Yujin hissed, staggering back, shaking her arm as the residual heat stung her skin. It wasn't a serious burn—Mina had pulled back before it could do any real damage—but it was enough to throw her off balance.

Mina pressed the advantage. She stepped in, swinging a low kick toward Yujin's legs, and when Yujin moved to avoid it, she brought her flaming fist up in a sharp arc, aiming for Yujin's exposed side.

Yujin reacted on pure instinct, throwing herself backward, but Mina was already too close. She twisted at the last second, but the edge of Mina's strike still clipped her, sending her stumbling to the side.

Mina didn't let up. She closed the distance in a few quick steps, her hands still burning as she readied another strike. Yujin barely had time to catch her breath before Mina was right in front of her again, forcing her to move, to react, to scramble to keep up.

Jin narrowed his eyes. Yujin had the advantage of speed, but Mina had completely taken control of the fight. She was dictating the pace now, keeping Yujin on the defensive. That was a problem.

Yujin seemed to realize it too.

Instead of trying to dodge outright, she shifted her approach again. When Mina threw her next strike, instead of dodging, Yujin moved into it. She turned her body at the last second, absorbing the hit with her shoulder, then used the momentum to pivot, twisting around Mina and bringing her elbow down toward her back.

Mina barely managed to block, her arms coming up just in time to absorb the blow, but the force still made her stumble forward. Yujin didn't waste the opportunity. She swept her leg out again, this time catching Mina's ankle, knocking her off balance.

Mina hit the ground but rolled with the impact, pushing herself up almost instantly. She was breathing hard now, the heat around her flickering unevenly. The fight had taken its toll.

Yujin grinned. "Not bad."

Mina exhaled, steadying herself. "You're learning."

They both moved at the same time.

Yujin dashed forward, but Mina was ready. She stopped holding back, fully igniting her palms, the air shimmering from the sheer heat.

Yujin ducked under the first strike, pivoting around Mina's side, aiming a kick at her ribs. Mina twisted, barely dodging, before retaliating with a quick counterpunch aimed at Yujin's gut.

Yujin reacted instantly, twisting again, but this time, Mina was already adjusting. She followed the movement, stepping forward as Yujin pivoted, closing the space between them.

Yujin had nowhere to go.

Mina dropped low, sweeping out her leg one last time, and Yujin, mid-step, couldn't adjust in time.

Her balance snapped.

She stumbled, and before she could recover, Mina pressed a burning palm to her chest.

She stopped just before making full contact.

The heat lingered.

Yujin froze.

Jin exhaled. "Mina wins."

The moment the words left his mouth, Mina pulled back, letting the flames flicker out. She stepped away, rolling her shoulders, sweat glistening on her forehead.

Yujin blinked, then let out a breathless laugh before flopping onto her back. "Damn. That was fun."

Mina wiped her brow, breathing hard. "You don't go down easy."

Joon let out a low whistle. "That was probably the best fight we've seen so far."

Seul nodded. "Yujin is strong, but she relies too much on instinct. Mina controlled the fight."

Jin stepped forward, looking between them. "Yujin."

She looked up, still grinning.

"You adapted well. You stopped fighting recklessly. But you still left too many openings. If Mina wasn't holding back, you'd be a pile of ash right now."

Yujin ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "Yeah, yeah. I figured that out when I almost got set on fire."

Jin turned to Mina. "You fought well. You controlled the tempo, kept her on the defensive. But you burn too much energy too fast. If Yujin had lasted a little longer, you would've run out of steam."

Mina nodded. "I know. I'll work on it."

Yujin smirked. "Next time, I won't give you the chance."

Jin let out a slow breath. They were improving. Each fight had a purpose—not just for the fighters, but for everyone watching. The recruits weren't just here to spar. They were learning, analyzing, understanding how to fight, how to win.

He turned back to the group.

"Next fight."