Chapter 83
Quang! Kwaang! Kwang!
The two new planes bounced and flew away. Like artillery shells, they pierced through the dust that filled the air.
One rolled several times on the ground and became a pile of scattered rubble, while the other split a beautiful tree with a crackling sound.
Undaunted, the two newcomers closed the distance in a matter of moments and clashed axes and swords, as they always do.
Kaang!
Kagagagagang!
“Not bad. Kid.”
“Who says so?”
“You’re a million years away from arguing with me. Go back to your mother’s milk!”
“Noklim’s pecking order is set by mouth. It’s obvious.”
Quang! Kwang!
The fight grew louder with each word exchanged, and Zaung and Cheongwoong, who were standing behind Black Woong, sighed.
“Here we go again. Just when I thought we’d finally fulfill King Tu’s orders after all these years.”
“So what, it’s my turn next.”
“Bullshit. You like your turn.”
Qing Shui’s eyebrows twitched at Zhao’s shout. He was about to add a word,
“It’s enough with the Black Woong to disobey King Tu’s orders. We’ve already lost too much time. No more.”
At Zhao’s calm words, Cheng Wong shook his head. How could a man not be drawn to that fiery, faintly fiery look, those movements, that boldness?
Every time he looked at the boy from the Southern Palace, his admiration grew.
He was a warrior like I’d never seen before, and I was about to cut off Zhao Yung’s heartless words.
“Do you want to face the wrath of King Tu?”
