Chapter 67 The Strange Man (1)
‘So he escaped after all.’
After all, someone of Ma Yi’s caliber wouldn’t move without backup.
Knowing that, he hadn’t pursued directly, intending to rely on the Sect’s assistance instead.
Tsk.
Gu Yangjeok tapped the bird’s beak twice, expressing his regret.
The bird chirped and flew back toward where it had come from. The Sect’s distinctive binding on its leg looked oddly cute.
He turned his head and looked at Jo Hoon.
“Heeyap!”
Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, but he steadily corrected his posture whenever it faltered, then swung again.
Whoosh, swish, thud!
A hundred times in total. Only after perfecting that did he move on to the next movement.
It was an excessively harsh training regimen for a boy around ten years old. Countless children would start off full of vigor only to collapse almost immediately.
Yet Cho Hoon persevered through it.
He wanted to tell him it was okay to take short breaks, but that would be disrespectful to a trainee.
Meanwhile, Cho Hoon’s sword was tracing a different line.
“Plum Blossom Falling!”
A sword that plunges downward in an instant, striking the enemy’s vital point.
But performed by the slight-framed Jo Hoon, the form lacked vitality. It looked more like a technique for splitting a rabbit’s head.
Normally, interference should be strictly forbidden, but repeating an incorrect posture could damage his bones and muscles.
Just as Zhao Hun grunted and repeated it twice, Gu Yangji spoke.
