Chapter 856
The martial forms he executed in the meantime had slowed, his movements growing sluggish.
Yet Seop Jeong-ung never stopped, relentlessly pressing Hyeok So-jin.
"Just fall down already, damn it!"
Whoosh!
Hyeok So-jin doubled his internal power, tearing through Seop Jeong-ung's meridians like shattered glass.
Thud.
Unable to endure the agony of the Hidden Current Piercing the Acupoints, Seop Jeong-ung dropped to his knees once more.
Tremble, tremble.
For a moment, his body shuddered violently.
Then, abruptly, he sprang back up and swung his great saber again.
'He isn't enduring the pain.'
As Seop Jeong-ung moved with desperate, unyielding ferocity—determined to cut Hyeok So-jin down even as his flesh tore under the torment—Hyeok So-jin finally understood.
This wasn't about enduring pain.
It was the indomitable Warrior Spirit within him, like forged steel, forcing his body to rise.
'So this is what it means to be a martial artist who has devoted his life to the Martial Way.'
Witnessing this, Hyeok So-jin was abruptly reminded of the days he had traveled the martial world with Bu Eun-seol.
Even while eating, Bu Eun-seol would ponder the principles of martial arts. Even in sleep, he would study the esoteric methods of internal energy cultivation.
And it wasn't merely for the sake of cutting down enemies or achieving victory.
Even if he had but a single day left to live—
It was all for that fleeting moment when he could burn everything he had to the ground.
'Damn it.'
The sheer, all-consuming Warrior Spirit radiating from Seop Jeong-ung's relentless struggle made Hyeok So-jin's chest burn with fervor.
"Fine."
Snap!
In the end, Hyeok So-jin released the Hidden Current energy gnawing at Seop Jeong-ung's body.
"...?"
As Seop Jeong-ung stared in bewilderment, Hyeok So-jin took a deep breath.
"No more tricks—"
BOOM!
With an explosive surge of internal energy unleashed at full power, Hyeok So-jin roared in exhilaration.
"Let's do this for real!"
A thunderous eruption followed as tens of thousands of radiant points of light burst forth across his entire body.
For the first time ever, he unleashed the ultimate form of Divine-Rending Demonic Qi—Shattering Void.
"Now I'll show you exactly why my sect stands as one of the Ten Pillars upholding the Demonic Path."
A violet madness shimmered in Hyeok So-jin's eyes.
Even in the long, illustrious history of the martial world—where countless had risen, refined their arts to brilliance, and reached unparalleled heights—
The Demonic Path Ten Gates had remained unshaken, towering above all.
Hyeok So-jin intended to demonstrate firsthand why the Heaven-Severing, Earth-Destroying Sanctuary had become synonymous with terror among the countless factions of the Demonic Path.
Why they had earned their place as one of the Ten Gates that upheld the entire Demonic Path.
Whoooooosh—
In an instant, the endlessly expanding Divine-Rending Demonic Qi reversed course, surging back into his body.
Watching this, Seop Jeong-ung realized—
Hyeok So-jin was preparing to unleash a martial form with enough destructive force to shake heaven and earth.
"Haaahp!"
With a thunderous cry, Seop Jeong-ung executed the final form of the Iron-Blood Saber—Iron-Blooded World.
"Perfect!"
Hyeok So-jin, too, released the Shattering Void energy he had absorbed into his body.
When the Pinnacle Demonic Martial Arts, having reached the extreme limits of the Demonic Path, clashed head-on with the legendary saber technique of the orthodox faction—
The world fell into silence.
A blinding radiance swallowed the entire landscape.
The might of these two Ultimate Arts was so evenly matched that neither could claim superiority.
But then—something strange happened.
Even as the moment for the next exchange arrived, Hyeok So-jin made no move to attack.
Wreathed in Divine-Rending Demonic Qi, he simply stood there, unmoving.
CRACKLE—!
Seizing the opportunity, Seop Jeong-ung unleashed another storm of saber energy.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With each strike that landed,
The violet radiance of the Divine-Rending Demonic Qi enveloping Hyeok So-jin's body began to shift—first into an endless, icy blue, then into a searing crimson.
Until finally, it faded into transparency.
Slash!
At last, Seop Jeong-ung carved a hairline fissure in the Divine-Rending Demonic Qi shielding Hyeok So-jin.
Slash-slash-slash-slash—!
Through that opening, he poured dozens of saber strikes.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Blood gushed from Hyeok So-jin's body with each impact.
Though he had narrowly avoided instant death, his entire form was left tattered, riddled with grievous wounds.
"Arrogance was your downfall."
Seop Jeong-ung gazed coldly at Hyeok So-jin, who stood battered and barely upright.
"Or perhaps you simply overestimated your own abilities."
Flicker.
But then—from Hyeok So-jin's blood-streaked eyes, a thick, viscous Blood Light began to rise.
Sssss—
In an instant, his gaping wounds stitched themselves shut.
In truth, the Divine-Rending Demonic Qi had not been surrounding him—it had been suffusing his body from within.
Thus, the saber strikes had merely split his flesh superficially.
And even those wounds, he had swiftly mended by weaving threads of the Divine-Rending Demonic Qi through them.
"I wasn't warmed up yet."
"What?"
"I need to spill some blood first—before I can climb to the next level."
Back when he had roamed the martial world with Bu Eun-seol, risking their lives daily,
Having his entire body torn apart had been nothing more than routine.
No—unless he tasted blood,
That day could hardly even be called a proper fight.
"Now we're getting somewhere."
Hyeok So-jin grinned at Seop Jeong-ung.
A smirk.
That madness-tinged smile bore an uncanny resemblance to Bu Eun-seol's—the kind of smile that relished battles where flesh burned and blood evaporated.
He had already surpassed the realm of Entering the Demon and Wandering the Path and was now stepping into the stage of the Mad Demon.
"Die!"
A shiver ran down Seop Jeong-ung's spine as he unleashed Iron-Blooded World once more.
Was it overconfidence in his Divine-Rending Demonic Qi?
Hyeok So-jin simply stood there, unmoving.
Just as the Iron-Blood Saber was about to split his skull in two—
Zzzing!
Hundreds of thread-like strands of Divine-Rending Demonic Qi erupted from Hyeok So-jin's body, coiling around the saber's energy—
BOOM!
With a deafening explosion, Seop Jeong-ung's body was sent flying over a hundred feet before crashing into a Great Tree.
"You shouldn't use the same martial form twice in a fight."
Hyeok So-jin flicked his crimson tongue and shook his head.
"Add some variation. Variation."
He had honed his Wind God Qi at the Wind God Palace.
And after the treatment and Great Art bestowed upon him by Hae-yeon, his internal energy had surged dramatically.
Moreover, though overshadowed by Bu Eun-seol—
He was, from the very beginning, a once-in-a-generation martial prodigy, acknowledged even by Illusion Demon Hyeok Gong-baek.
Even if Seop Jeong-ung had mastered the Iron-Blood Saber to the Great Origin Realm, he could never defeat Hyeok So-jin.
"Don't mock me!"
But Seop Jeong-ung refused to accept that truth.
He had nearly died dozens of times just to master the Iron-Blood Saber.
Had it not been for heaven's mercy, he would have long since become a Wandering Spirit.
He endured years of patience and pain to finally perfect the Iron-Blood Saber—
And not only that, he had even grasped the Iron-Blood Qi, a technique no one but the Iron-Blooded Wanderer, the Iron-Blood Saber’s creator, had ever mastered.
Yet now, he was being utterly crushed by some caretaker of senile old men, a minor lord of Heaven-Severing, Earth-Destroying?
"Stop looking down on me!"
KWAANG!
A surge of True Qi erupted from Seop Jeong-ung's body, and a three-foot-long azure Sword Aura shot upward.
He was preparing to unleash the Iron-Blood Saber once more, fueled by Primordial Essence True Qi.
Shoom!
As he executed the saber technique, the three-foot Sword Aura stretched even further, reaching ten feet.
But Hyeok So-jin blocked each strike with a bored expression.
"You're putting too much force into it. Stay calm when you execute it."
Seop Jeong-ung's eyes bulged.
Now, Hyeok So-jin was deflecting his saber technique with a single finger—mocking him?
"RAAAAH!"
Enraged, Seop Jeong-ung let out a furious scream and prepared to strike again—
"Who the hell screams uselessly in the middle of a fight?"
BOOM! CRASH!
Struck once more by Hyeok So-jin's Divine-Rending Demonic Qi, Seop Jeong-ung was sent flying another hundred feet before smashing into a boulder with a sickening crunch.
When he staggered out from the rubble and dust, his face was grotesquely twisted.
'I can't even see his martial forms anymore...'
Thanks to his unity with Iron-Blood Qi, he hadn't suffered any major injuries—
But mentally, he had taken a devastating, irreversible blow.
"No, not yet."
Hyeok So-jin clicked his tongue in disappointment.
"It needs to get hotter..."
Compared to Seop Jeong-ung, Hyeok So-jin's body was in far worse shape.
Yet his fighting spirit burned fiercer, and his entire being radiated an unholy mix of killing intent and madness.
"You can't despair yet. There's still more to spill."
A sickly yellow madness dripped from Hyeok So-jin's eyes.
"If your arm gets cut off, fight with your legs! If your legs are gone, ram into them and bite them to death!"
BOOM!
Another explosion sent Seop Jeong-ung flying over a hundred feet.
CRASH!
Hitting the rocks, Seop Jeong-ung quickly forced himself up and charged again—
Stagger.
But his legs gave way, and he dropped to one knee.
His Iron-Blood Qi had finally shattered, and he had suffered severe internal injuries.
The Demonic Path Ten Gates—
It wasn't just a term for the ten sects supporting the Demonic Path.
It also represented the ten supreme martial arts that had reached the pinnacle of the Demonic Path.
"That's enough."
Bu Eun-seol, who had been silently observing the fight, finally stepped forward.
"Let's stop here."
He knew.
If this battle continued—
Not only would Seop Jeong-ung die horribly, but Hyeok So-jin would also reach the Mad Demon Realm.
"Brother Bu, the fight isn't over yet."
Hyeok So-jin's voice was icy.
"Are you telling me to show him mercy?"
"If you kill him now, the Demonic Essence Core accumulated from your Divine-Rending Demonic Qi will explode."
Divine-Rending Demonic Qi contained the most vicious demonic energy among the martial arts of the Demonic Path Ten Gates.
And the more it was used, the more it formed an Internal Core—a condensed mass of demonic energy called the Demonic Essence Core.
If that were to explode—
He would become a Mad Demon, endlessly craving nothing but blood and battle.
"What does it matter?"
Hyeok So-jin grinned wildly.
"If I reach the Mad Demon Realm now, it'll be a great asset to you, Brother Bu."
Then he added,
"And it wouldn't be so bad for a new Mad Demon to emerge in the current martial world, either."
In these times, when insane powerhouses were appearing one after another—
If Hyeok So-jin reached the Mad Demon Realm?
He could instantly rise to a level where he could compete with them on equal footing.
"If you're satisfied with the Mad Demon Realm, then that's fine too."
Bu Eun-seol spoke calmly.
"But So-jin, you can surpass even that stage by far."
That was the truth.
Hyeok So-jin could have easily defeated Seop Jeong-ung from the very beginning.
But it was only because of his fiery competitive spirit and warrior's soul that he abandoned his strengths and faced him head-on.
From the start, he was a prodigy of the new generation, possessing potential nearly on par with Bu Eun-seol's.
"I don't mind becoming a Mad Demon."
But as if the demonic energy had already erupted, a viscous killing intent began seeping from Hyeok So-jin's body.
"And honestly, going all out in a fight like this doesn't sound so bad either."
Crack.
For a moment, the sound of bones shifting came from his body—
Whoooosh—
Then, in an instant, a violet killing intent blotted out the sky in darkness.
In the end, Hyeok So-jin had reached a point where even he could no longer control his descent into the Mad Demon Realm.
"Haa, haa..."
Feeling the overwhelming demonic energy coursing through him, Hyeok So-jin laughed brightly.
"This... is incredible, isn't it?"
"Sure, that's not bad either."
Yet Bu Eun-seol watched the scene unfold without the slightest concern.
"Still, what a waste."
"..."
"Soon, you could have surpassed even the Mad Demon Realm—no, reached a level comparable to mine."
Powerful enemies would continue to emerge without end.
Though the gap between them now seemed insurmountable, judging by Hyeok So-jin's growth rate—
Bu Eun-seol firmly believed it wouldn't be long before he caught up.
"A level comparable to Brother Bu..."
For a moment, Hyeok So-jin, drenched in blood, trembled.
Bu Eun-seol didn't lie.
No—one look at his eyes was enough to know.
He genuinely, unshakably believed that Hyeok So-jin could ascend to unfathomable heights.
'Ah, no.'
He couldn't let this slip away.
Hadn't he sworn that even in his dreams, he would stand shoulder-to-shoulder with this Divine Being?
"Grrrr—"
Crack. Crack.
The violent violet demonic energy that had been surging out of him vanished in an instant—
"Hah!"
Hyeok So-jin scratched his head and grinned foolishly.
"Well, if Brother Bu says so, I guess I have no choice!"
Clearing his throat, he turned to Seop Jeong-ung and said,
"Count yourself lucky. If it weren't for Brother Bu, your head would've been flying by now."
With just a single word from Bu Eun-seol—
With just the belief that he could one day stand beside this Divine Being—
He had instantly suppressed the Mad Demon's energy, something that even a hundred days of grueling training couldn't shake off.
"..."
Seop Jeong-ung had nothing to say.
He had prided himself as the strongest under heaven.
And yet, he couldn't even touch the heels of Hyeok So-jin, a mere young lord of the Demonic Path Ten Gates.
"...Yes, I was lucky."
Seop Jeong-ung sighed deeply and gazed at the distant sky.
If Hyeok So-jin's martial arts were like this, just how strong was Bu Eun-seol?
In the end, he had been nothing but a frog in a well.
And now, he understood why the Buddhist Venerable—
Had held Bu Eun-seol in such high regard.
That man was already standing at an unimaginable height,
Looking down at him from a realm so distant it was dizzying.
"If you've realized your shortcomings, there's no need to take your life."
At Bu Eun-seol's quiet words, Seop Jeong-ung made a strange expression.
"You're just letting me go?"
Bu Eun-seol smiled faintly.
"You might still prove useful in stimulating So-jin someday."
Seop Jeong-ung bit his lip.
In other words, no matter how much he trained in the future, he wouldn't even come close to catching up to Bu Eun-seol—
At best, he might barely become a worthy rival for Hyeok So-jin.
"The Iron-Blood Saber was merely the martial art of the Seventh Trial Gate."
To salvage his shattered pride, Seop Jeong-ung revealed a secret about the Absolute Demon Saber Project.
"I'll return after passing the Tenth Trial Gate."
In other words, he was admitting that out of the ten trial gates, he had only cleared the seventh.
"That's fine too."
Bu Eun-seol nodded.
"So-jin doesn't shy away from fights. Come find him anytime."
"What's your problem? Why are you antagonizing our family?"
At that moment, Yang Seol-rin stepped forward and confronted Seop Jeong-ung.
"Earlier, you made it sound like we're some kind of evil faction!"
Seop Jeong-ung replied as if it were obvious.
"Just like the Jungson Clan, the Yang Family twists the martial world to its whims, doesn't it?"
"Nonsense!"
Yang Seol-rin shouted coldly.
"What exactly have we done?!"
"Are you pretending not to know?"
Seop Jeong-ung spoke sharply.
"Just because they haven't been completely eroded like the Jungson Clan doesn't change the fact that over half the Yangseol Clan has colluded with external forces, while the other half have been turned into puppets."
"What did you say?"
A pale energy surged from Yang Seol-rin's eyes.
Even before this, after hearing strange rumors from Gongson Dan-gyeong, she had thoroughly investigated her own clan.
But there had been no traitors conspiring with outside forces.
Every event held by the clan had been conducted with propriety—nothing but righteous deeds.
"You don't think you can insult my clan and walk away unscathed, do you?"
Kukuku.
As she properly unleashed her power,
the earth trembled, and with a sharp crack, spiderweb-like fissures spread across the ground.
Yang Seol-rin was the Heavenly Favor Star.
The sheer magnitude of her power was such that
even the mere energy contained within the Boundary-Prosperity Jade had allowed Bu Eun-seol to trigger an earthquake on an uninhabited island.
But something was strange.
The moment she released her energy, an eerie and alien force abruptly radiated from Seop Jeong-ung's body.
'There's something here.'
Bu Eun-seol's eyes flashed as he observed Seop Jeong-ung.
According to the Buddhist Venerable, the Absolute Demon Saber Project involved eliminating all One Hundred and Eight Stars.
If so, then Seop Jeong-ung must possess some means to effectively suppress them.
"Stop this."
At Bu Eun-seol's plea, Yang Seol-rin shook her head.
"It's fine. Someone like him? I can take him down in one strike."
Bu Eun-seol hesitated briefly.
If he told her that Seop Jeong-ung had mastered specialized martial arts designed to counter the Three Clans or the power of the One Hundred and Eight Stars—
wouldn't that only provoke her further?
"We already promised to spare him. If you were to behead him now, wouldn't So-jin and I become dishonorable oath-breakers?"
Wisely, Bu Eun-seol emphasized that Yang Seol-rin could kill Seop Jeong-ung at any time—
but framed it as her choosing to show mercy.
"Brother Bu, you're too merciful."
Hyeok So-jin, who had been listening, curled his lips into a faint smile.
"To willingly give up such a perfect opportunity just to keep your word—remarkable."
If Bu Eun-seol had been the type to act solely for his own benefit—
he would never have stopped Yang Seol-rin from fighting Seop Jeong-ung.
After all, it would have been the perfect chance to observe
how those trained in the Absolute Demon Saber fought against the One Hundred and Eight Stars.
But to honor his own words—and to prevent Yang Seol-rin from potential harm—
he dissuaded her and sought to send Seop Jeong-ung away.
"Then I'll ask just one thing."
Yang Seol-rin glared at Seop Jeong-ung.
"If you people look down on my clan so much, why haven't you attacked yet?"
"You're protected by the Absolute Boundary."
Seop Jeong-ung answered readily.
"We don't even know the exact location of your main estate... and if we carelessly break the Absolute Boundary, it'd mean total annihilation. We can't risk it yet."
Yang Seol-rin's brow twitched.
Not only did Seop Jeong-ung know about the Absolute Boundary—
but it was clear he had been researching how to dismantle it.
"Then how did you find this place?"
"Someone leaked the information."
Seop Jeong-ung replied.
"They even knew I wanted to face the Martial Soul Lord alone. I couldn't pass up such a perfect opportunity."
'The Heavenly Mechanism Star?'
Bu Eun-seol's eyes flashed as he sank deep into thought.
'But why would he devise such a sloppy plan...?'
Seop Jeong-ung's martial prowess wasn't even enough to guarantee victory over Hyeok So-jin.
A man of such terrifying intellect wouldn't send just Seop Jeong-ung
as his sole means to strike at him.
'Then—'
A chilling premonition ran down his spine.
He turned and looked at Yang Seol-rin, whose expression remained calm.
When their eyes met, Bu Eun-seol felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
'Before she took the Heart-Calming Pill, something was off about her.'
Then, a horrifying hypothesis struck him.
The Heavenly Mechanism Star had planted a suggestion in Yang Seol-rin's mind.
A command to strike him down with the power of the One Hundred and Eight Stars the moment he showed an opening.
But there was one thing even the Heavenly Mechanism Star hadn't anticipated—
Bu Eun-seol had resolved to give her the Heart-Calming Pill and summoned Hyeok So-jin here.
In the end, Yang Seol-rin, having taken the pill, forgot the suggestion—
and thus never ambushed him with the Heavenly Favor Star's power.
'The blade the Heavenly Mechanism Star sent at me... was Yang Seol-rin herself.'
Even Bu Eun-seol hadn't foreseen that.
Had Yang Seol-rin unleashed the Heavenly Favor Star's power at close range—
even if he hadn't died, the injuries would have been nearly impossible to recover from.
"What's wrong?"
Just then, Yang Seol-rin—
noticing the sudden darkness in Bu Eun-seol's expression—approached him with concern.
"Are you alright?"
"No, I'm fine."
As Bu Eun-seol forced a smile, Seop Jeong-ung spoke up.
"If you have nothing more to say, I'll take my leave now."
Swish.
He turned his body but paused mid-step. Then, abruptly, he drew the Great Blade and slashed through the air—once, twice.
Instantly, a murky smoke billowed out from somewhere, scattering in all directions.
"Next time, survey your surroundings before engaging an enemy."
As it turned out, he had known Bu Eun-seol would inevitably come here.
And so, he had laid an undetectable death trap in advance.
To conceal it,
he had arrived as if just now reaching the area, using Lightness Skill from a distance.
But because Bu Eun-seol had fought fair and square—even when he could have killed him immediately—he had refrained from activating the trap.
"Well then."
Seop Jeong-ung turned and vanished in an instant.
For a while, a deathly silence lingered in the vicinity.
"Miss."
Bu Eun-seol gazed at Yang Seol-rin with an expression of utmost gravity.
"Would it be impossible for me to go to the Yang Family?"
"What do you mean?"
The probability was high that Yang Seol-rin had been brainwashed by the Heavenly Mechanism Star's Great Art.
And the Yang Family itself might already be under his control...
But Bu Eun-seol couldn't bring himself to say it outright. Instead, he deflected.
"That man doesn't speak idly. That's all."
Yang Seol-rin seemed to grasp the implication and nodded faintly.
She, too, had sensed the dark clouds gathering over the Yang Family.
"Become our family's son-in-law?"
"Son-in-law?"
"Outsiders are never permitted into our family. The only exception is marriage."
Bu Eun-seol hesitated briefly.
'Even if it wounds her, I must find a way into the Yang Family.'
Human bonds were unpredictable—even a single step ahead lay in darkness.
And engagements, after all, could always be annulled.
So Bu Eun-seol considered a false proposal as the means to resolve this.
"I..."
Just as he began with the utmost solemnity—
"Not now."
Yang Seol-rin cut him off, shaking her head.
"We barely know each other. It hasn't been long at all."
Her eyes, unlike before, were clear and composed.
It seemed the True Heart Pearl was functioning properly.
"The depth of bonds and the weight of the heart do not always correlate with time."
"I know. But this is too sudden."
Yang Seol-rin gazed into Bu Eun-seol's eyes, a sad smile playing on her lips.
"...And I don't feel any love from you."
'If she can make rational judgments, that's not necessarily a bad thing.'
After a moment of contemplation, Bu Eun-seol nodded.
For now, the affairs of the Yang Family—
were best left to Yang Seol-rin herself.
"Understood. Forget what I said."
"Sorry."
Yang Seol-rin clasped both of his hands.
"I wasn't opposed. No—I liked the idea."
She smiled brightly.
"If you'd said it with sincerity... I might have agreed."
That smile was so radiant—
Bu Eun-seol found himself staring blankly without realizing it.
"Well then, I'll go now."
She bid him farewell.
"Thank you for the gift."
"It's nothing compared to the kindness you've shown me."
Before she could leave, Bu Eun-seol spoke again.
"Miss. Look into whether others in the Yang Family have suffered damage from the Soul-Seizing Art."
"..."
"The Heavenly Mechanism Star has appeared. He likely won't act directly—instead, he'll manipulate another faction to control the Yang Family."
For a moment, Yang Seol-rin's expression went blank.
Only now did she realize—
Bu Eun-seol's proposal had been out of concern for her and the Yang Family.
And the True Heart Pearl—
wasn't just a gift. He had discerned that she might be under a Restrictive Seal,
and given it to her to break free.
"If you ever need help, just say the word. You don't have to shoulder everything alone."
"Thank you."
But that was Bu Eun-seol's mistake.
His tender consideration and kindness only solidified Yang Seol-rin's heart further.
"Alright."
She turned away, then spoke again with absolute seriousness.
"Now—I'll make my third request."
"Name it."
"Once I secure the Family Head's permission, I'll return. When I do, I want you to visit the main family with me."
"What do you—"
Then she dropped the bombshell.
"Marry me. That's my third request."
Bu Eun-seol's body stiffened like ice.
Who could have guessed her third request would be a proposal?
"That's—"
"You promised to fulfill it, didn't you?"
"Miss."
"Right."
Yang Seol-rin winked.
I'm proposing to you.
Bu Eun-seol swallowed dryly.
His mind was the type that—
had absolutely no idea how to respond in situations like this.
"Don't look so shocked. The Family Head might not even permit the visit."
She turned and nodded at Hyeok So-jin.
"See you later."
Hyeok So-jin had been watching the amusing scene with a dumbfounded grin.
When Yang Seol-rin acknowledged him, he beamed and shouted:
"Of course, sister-in-law!"
Then, without restraint, he babbled on:
"I'll definitely come for the wedding noodles! Just call me anytime!"
"Mm."
Even as she replied, she seemed embarrassed—
unleashing her Movement Technique to vanish in an instant.
"Brother Bu."
Hyeok So-jin, wiping his bloodied face, grinned ear-to-ear and waved both hands.
"Congratulations! Congratulations!"