Chapter 62
Early morning.
The subordinates of Ha Jeon-ik who had gathered paid no mind to Cheol Myeong-ho as they swept the floor, tidied desks and chairs, and carried lumber down the stairs that someone would transform into a training hall. They were the disciples of the Palryong Gate who had latched onto the project to convert the underground gambling den into an underground training hall.
Curious, Cheol Myeong-ho asked Ha Jeon-ik, who was seated beside him.
“How many died trying to take on the Prince?”
Ha Jeon-ik replied.
“Only three died, and all were killed in a single blow. What’s more, one was the enemy’s master. Meng Laoshi—he was the most skilled martial artist in the Eight Dragons Sect. Though he was blind, I never imagined he’d die so pitifully. The gap is simply too great.”
“Heh heh heh, all in one blow.”
Ha Jeon-ik nodded.
Cheol Myeong-ho spoke as if determined to make the best of the situation.
“Ha Mun-ju, let’s do our best. Truth be told, my left hand was crushed by my master too. It was broken in several places. Above all, he made me swing the Three Calamities Sword Technique a million times. I wonder if there’s another man in this world as mad as him.”
Ha Jeon-ik narrowed his eyes as he looked at Cheol Myeong-ho.
“A million times?”
Cheol Myeong-ho sighed and nodded.
“I swung it while walking, swung it without sleep, yet I haven’t even reached eighty thousand times. My arm is like an umbrella, and the umbrella is like my arm.”
