Chapter 123
Episode 123
A missing piece.
Tattered wrists.
A searing pain that makes you break out in a cold sweat.
Bloodshot eyes that threatened to burst open with a groan.
Still, there was only one reason to bite down hard on my lower lip and hold it all in.
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
She didn’t want to show weakness in front of the smirking man.
If I let out a groan, I’d really be giving in to this man.
I felt like I was admitting that this was all I could do, even though I was a pillar of Shaolin and competed under the name of Eighty-Nine Han.
It’s his pride, his determination not to tarnish the name of Shaolin, that keeps the youngest of the eighteen, on his feet.
“The Arahan Divine Right. It’s a rare and rare kung fu art, I’m sure. It’s as good as I’ve heard. If you’ve mastered it, you’ll be in the category of geniuses.”
The corners of his mouth lifted, his gaze darting around the room.
“How pleasant, how easy it was to see the world from the perspective of a genius. Others would have toiled for days and days to reach your small realization. You would have been the master of the world, living in an unfair world. But what can you do about it?”
At the gaze of one whose battle was already over, a gaze that was languid and even bored, each of them felt their own mouths tasting of blood.
“Even you couldn’t touch a hair on my head.”
Gakwang gritted his teeth and used his relatively intact right hand to grab his tattered left wrist. The bones had crumbled to powder. But he couldn’t give up now.
