SSS-Ranked Surgeon In Another World: The Healer Is Actually OP! - Chapter 340: Predator meets Predator...
Chapter 340: Predator meets Predator…
The scene shifted again.
This time.
Aria appeared.
The small gravity user stood calmly in the center of another clearing as several Blood Hounds rushed toward her.
Her hands lifted gently.
And the ground collapsed.
Invisible gravity surged downward like a crushing force, slamming the beasts into the earth with brutal efficiency. Several creatures were flattened instantly, their bodies pinned beneath the overwhelming pressure.
Gasps spread through parts of the audience.
“That girl’s strong too!”
But just like Donn’s scene.
Aria’s battle didn’t last long.
Her eyes flickered as she sensed something approaching.
A larger pack.
Stronger.
Her expression tightened.
“I need to conserve mana.”
Without hesitation, she launched herself into the air using a burst of gravity manipulation and began retreating through the forest at incredible speed.
The two perspectives ran in parallel.
Donn fleeing one direction.
Aria fleeing another.
Neither of them checking their maps.
Neither realizing they were racing toward each other.
The scene shifted back to Donn.
He was still running.
Branches snapped beneath his boots as he burst through dense undergrowth, breathing slightly heavier now.
Finally, after another stretch of running, he slowed to a stop.
His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath.
“I knew Blood Hounds had insane tracking abilities…”
He frowned.
“But this is ridiculous.”
“I’ve been running at top speed for over two hours now.”
Of course, the audience had only been watching for a few minutes.
The film had condensed the time dramatically.
Still, even an A Rank combatant required occasional pauses after extended high speed movement.
But the beasts behind him showed no signs of stopping.
At that moment, the narrator’s voice returned.
Calm.
Informative.
Almost educational.
The screen briefly displayed subtle diagrams and visual cues explaining the situation.
Blood Hounds.
Their tracking capabilities.
The lingering scent of blood from previous battles.
The narrator explained how the creatures were able to pursue Donn and Aria so relentlessly.
Understanding rippled across the audience.
“Oh…”
“That’s why…”
The explanation made the scene feel less like simple entertainment and more like insight into the dangerous reality Awakeneds lived with.
The movie continued shifting perspectives.
Other participants appeared.
Some were locked in brutal fights with mutated beasts of various ranks.
Others were moving cautiously through the forest, scanning the environment and tracking prey carefully.
A few competitors had already begun checking the ranking system, their expressions tightening as they realized they were falling behind.
Pressure.
Competition.
Survival.
The trial was only just beginning.
And the theater audience sat completely absorbed, drawn deeper and deeper into the world unfolding across the massive screen.
The film moved swiftly now, weaving through multiple perspectives with smooth, deliberate pacing. One moment the audience watched a group of Awakeneds battling mutated beasts in a ruined forest clearing, steel clashing against chitin while bursts of elemental power lit the shadows. The next moment the view shifted to another recruit moving cautiously through thick underbrush, eyes darting nervously as he checked the glowing trial rankings hovering above his smart bracelet.
Each perspective revealed a different struggle.
Some fought bravely, charging into danger with reckless determination.
Some panicked, their fear clear in every frantic movement.
Some hid, crouched behind broken stone or fallen trees while praying stronger participants would pass them by.
Some hunted with cold patience, stalking both beasts and fellow recruits alike.
The trial wasn’t simply about strength.
It was about survival.
The audience watched in fascinated silence as the film carefully stitched these different viewpoints together, slowly building a vivid picture of the brutal test the recruits had been thrown into.
Then the perspective shifted again.
This time.
Bruce appeared.
The screen revealed him inside the cave system he had been clearing early in the trial. The camera followed his calm movements as he advanced deeper into the dark tunnels, the faint glow from his smart bracelet barely illuminating the rough stone walls around him. Moisture dripped slowly from the ceiling, and the distant echoes of creatures moving somewhere deeper in the cavern created a tense, suffocating atmosphere.
Several creatures lunged toward him from the shadows.
Bruce moved through them like flowing water.
His daggers flashed in the dim light, precise and efficient. A beast lunged forward, its claws slashing through the air where his chest had been only a moment earlier. Bruce stepped aside with quiet ease, one dagger sliding cleanly beneath the creature’s jaw while the other pierced straight through its eye.
The body collapsed.
Another creature rushed forward.
A single smooth motion.
Another clean kill.
The rhythm of the fight was almost beautiful.
Several murmurs spread through the audience.
Many people sitting in the theater had never actually seen the inside of a dungeon before. The twisting stone tunnels, the suffocating darkness, the sudden violent encounters, it was both thrilling and unsettling to watch.
Watching Bruce move through the cave was strangely educational as well.
The narrator’s calm voice occasionally surfaced between the scenes, offering short explanations about dungeon environments, creature behavior, and efficient combat techniques used by experienced Awakeneds. Subtle overlays even highlighted Bruce’s movements, quietly pointing out how he conserved stamina, controlled his breathing, and avoided unnecessary risks.
Some of the younger Awakeneds in the audience leaned forward eagerly, their eyes bright with interest as they absorbed every detail.
They were learning.
Lily watched with shining eyes.
“That’s how big brother fights…” she whispered proudly, her voice soft but filled with admiration.
Ash chirped quietly beside her, the small dragon shifting slightly in his seat as if he too recognized the familiar movements on screen.
But then.
The movie subtly shifted tone.
Another character appeared.
The camera cut to a shadowy figure moving silently through the forest.
The perspective followed him as he crouched low between trees, his steps careful and deliberate as he studied the terrain around him. His gaze flicked occasionally toward the direction of the cave system.
He was tracking someone.
The tension in the background music changed almost imperceptibly, the rhythm growing slower, more deliberate.
The audience began to sense something.
Someone was hunting Bruce.
Several viewers exchanged curious glances.
Bruce himself noticed immediately.
He leaned back slightly in his seat and gave a faint nod.
’I see.’
