Chapter 40
“Did you really think there’d be no one crazier than you in the martial world?”
“Not exactly.”
Dan Woo-sung sat down on the floor and continued speaking while staring at the dazed Cheol Myeong-ho.
“You worthless bastard, you scum. You’re only a scumbag in this town. In the martial world, no one even knows who you are. After I kill you, no one will even care to know your name.”
That was the reality. Cheolmyeongho retorted.
“Why do you have to dig into people’s hearts while spouting the truth?”
“Since you’ve achieved it a hundred thousand times, I’m just telling you what comes next.”
Cheolmyeongho nodded.
“Ah, thank you. You bastard.”
“I have no intention of teaching you difficult sword techniques.”
Cheol Myeong-ho replied timidly.
“Then wouldn’t it be difficult to become stronger? As you said, it means there are many martial artists who learned the sword techniques created by great sects before me, and with more dedication.”
Dan Wooseong said in a calm tone.
“Myeongho.”
“Go on.”
“Joining a prestigious sect to learn renowned sword techniques and receiving instruction from an excellent master isn’t the whole story. Becoming stronger is a more fundamental issue than that.”
Cheol Myeong-ho listened intently to Dan Woo-seong’s words. His expression was utterly serious.
Dan Wooseong continued.
“It depends on who lives more earnestly.”
“It’s a phrase that feels both familiar and unfamiliar.”
