Chapter 97
At Dan Woo-sung’s words, Yoo Jung-hong spoke in a troubled tone.
“It would be better if the one I got along with died—but even that would be unbearable. You know, Senior. How much that apprentice hated me. I probably hated him even more. What’s so great about being the leader that I…?”
Both Dan Woo-sung and Gwang-shin saw the bitter expression on Yoo Jeong-hong’s face.
Gwang-shin spoke.
“The so-called leader of the martial arts world just sits here lamenting? It’s utterly ridiculous.”
“Exactly.”
Kwang-shin, still respecting him as a senior, tried to console the leader.
“Jeong-hong.”
“Yes.”
If you didn’t die from an ambush while sleeping, that’s the fortune of a martial artist. To have killed five of the Swordless Ones—you must have fought without regret. I myself witnessed a junior here tear two of the Swordless Ones to pieces near my dwelling. They were formidable foes. They are those who inherited the Sword Demon’s demonic ways. To have killed five such men means the disciple was no man who lived carelessly. You know well enough what the Sword Demon’s martial arts are like.”
“Yes.”
“Instead of lamenting, mobilize every last man—intelligence units and special operations teams alike—to find their base. And inform the Sword Saint and that quack physician that I’ve arrived at the Martial Alliance. I wonder if those two old fools are still alive.”
“They’re doing well.”
