Chapter 34
A blue glow hovered at the tip of An Bai’s sword before quickly dissipating. The masked men moved in synchronization with his stride.
If he tried to attack the one in front of him, the two masked figures on either side of him would extend their swords at odd angles to block him, while simultaneously slashing at him at angles that made it difficult for him to extend his sword.
Even as I summoned up the energy to unleash a flurry of slashes, one of the masked men’s eyes kept darting back to Sibby and Nanny.
He’s closing in on them and threatening them with his momentum, so they can’t move easily, but he’s ready to throw himself at them at any moment.
He would not behave like this if he had not come with a purpose.
“I see you take my sword as if it were familiar.”
A familiarity.
And yet, they don’t put any intent on the tip of their swords, but merely unfold their molds, so it’s clear they’re trying to hide their own swordsmanship.
“……There’s someone from the Southern Palace in the mix, I wonder if it’s the Southern Palace.”
If there is an absolute principle in Kang Ho’s physiology.
It is to become a master by mastering the powerful martial arts that unfolds within oneself through unremitting effort.
It is to become stronger and harder than anyone else, and to become a tree that cannot be shaken by any winds around it.
Weak Meat Diet.
Survival of the fittest.
Honor the strongest.
There are many stories behind these immutable laws, but An Bai was a man who took these words to heart
