Chapter 77
The 77th episode
Kwangseung-ja.
Or a mad winner.
A person who lives his life with the intention of the Tao.
Or…… one who has gone mad with the world of competition that everyone recognizes.
I realized it was the man in front of me. A single smile changed the air.
I realized that my aunt hadn’t called him a crazy inspiration for nothing.
The faint madness in his eyes began to look more and more like the madness of a madman.
Because.
“You rotten bastard. By the look in your eyes, you’re going to ask me to stick my head in.”
His tone had become so harsh that even a Taoist, let alone an elder of the Qing Sheng Sect, felt helpless.
“Apples, apples are good.”
The man swept over, his gaze shifting to Ye Gong, who stood between the closely spaced bars.
“I hear he’s done some pretty nasty things.”
I turned around to see myself and Elder Namgung Yeol standing there. I wondered what he was going to do, but he stuck his nose in and took a few sniffs.
“Choi Shimjang.”
He sighed heavily and lifted his hand, reaching toward the caged Inyoung. What was he going to do.
As I stood there wondering, I saw a sight that made my mouth drop open.
Then, his body slowly rose, and the nape of his neck was sucked into Kwangseung’s outstretched hand.
“Kuk, kuk, kuk, kuk!”
“You still haven’t apologized, you Taoist follower!”
I felt a chill run down my spine as he unleashed his cipher-like rage. Never before had I been so chilled to the core by the power of a single person.
A madness that threatened to devour my flesh and tear my soul to shreds at any moment.
