Chapter 72
Ha Jeon-ik watched Cheol Myeong-ho rise again and felt the urge to kill him right then. But killing Cheol Myeong-ho would mean the annihilation of the Palryong Gate.
Ha Jeon-ik said.
“Well now, what a bloody marvel he is.”
As Ha Jeon-ik reached out to his subordinate again, the perfectly intact wooden sword was placed back in his hand.
Cheol Myeong-ho lowered his sword to the lower right, as if preparing for Ha Jeon-ik’s attack. There was no particular reason. He simply assumed the most comfortable stance for transitioning into a downward strike, a horizontal slash, or a thrust. It was a posture formed out of necessity in a standoff situation.
Though it began with the Samjae Sword Technique, the variations stemming from it were instinctively grasped. Cheol Myeong-ho glared at Ha Jeon-ik.
He wasn’t afraid of being hit.
And he wasn’t afraid of Ha Jeon-ik either.
Because I once nearly died from being beaten by a friend.
Moreover, losing decisively didn’t bother him at all. Because Cheolmyeongho…
“You’re taking this Samjae Sword Technique match incredibly seriously. Ha, Moon-ju, hahahahaha.”
Cheol Myeong-ho abruptly stopped laughing and bellowed.
“Come in!”
Ha Jeon-ik charged forward, infusing his wooden sword with energy. He had underestimated the strength of the Ink Iron Umbrella. Now, the situation was different.
The moment the wooden sword and the black iron umbrella clashed, Cheol Myeong-ho launched a kick. If it was a surprise attack, it was a surprise attack.
