Chapter 102: Nagajang-5
Mang Sa-woong, the young warrior of Nagajang, could scarcely believe the reality unfolding before his eyes.
Just moments ago, the morning had been perfectly ordinary, no different from any other day. But in the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a hellish nightmare.
Swoosh!
“Kyaaaah!”
Puff!
“Gahhh!”
A slender, monstrous figure smashed through the main gate of the Naga House and tore, pierced, and crushed seniors, friends, and juniors right before Maeng Sa-woong’s eyes.
His comrades were all screaming and scattering in all directions, fleeing for their lives.
At first, some had charged at the creature, but now no one dared.
The overwhelming difference in martial prowess made it utterly impossible to do anything.
Pwooosh!
“Gah!”
Another fleeing comrade was struck down. The beast-like figure lunged forward, its blade piercing clean through the fleeing comrade’s back.
With the sound of air escaping, his comrade collapsed. In Maeng Sa-woong’s eyes, the sight of him falling was visible in slow motion.
‘Brother Jang.’
He was the thirty-year-old brother who said his greatest joy in life was going home early every day to play with his three-year-old son.
He used to boast about even giving up drinking for his son, whom he cherished more than his own eyes…
And now, that man would never see his son again.
Maeng Sa-woong lay on the floor, narrowing his eyes to glare at the man, grinding his teeth.
‘You bastard, I’ll never forgive you!’
