The question seemed curt, almost abrupt.It gave the impression of a headstrong youth, brimming with the impetuosity of adolescence. But to those who understood the underlying intricacies, it was anything but that.


    Even from a distance, Gal Do-jin could perceive the unfathomable skill behind the gesture. The dissolving wooden cup was no clumsy show of brute force, nor was it an accident. Whatever this young man had just done—disintegrating an object into fine dust within seconds—it wasn’t an ordinary feat. sea??h thё NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    ‘To think… he accomplished that with pure internal energy? No, impossible.’


    If this display was indeed martial artistry, then it bordered on the supernatural. It would rival techniques only whispered about in the realms of immortal sects or grand martial clans—methods impossible to achieve without years of cultivation and mastery.


    ‘His attire bears no discernible markings. Even the inner sleeves of his black cloak are plain. Did he choose such unremarkable clothes intentionally?’


    A flicker of light passed through Gal Do-jin’s sharp gaze. Whoever this young man was, he couldn’t be an ordinary drifter. His air of precision and mastery revealed him to be someone far beyond a common wanderer. This was no mere vagrant but someone likely hailing from a prestigious and secretive sect.


    Nearby, So Yu-rang, Gal Do-jin’s sworn brother, could only stammer in disbelief.


    “W-what…?”


    The unorthodox world followed the simple law of survival of the fittest. So Yu-rang was no fool; he was a prodigious talent who had mastered the Guhyang Ilshik, an art stolen from Zhongnan. He was sharp and quick-witted, accustomed to discerning power dynamics in an instant. Yet, processing what he had just witnessed was another matter entirely.


    “Did he just…?”


    So Yu-rang’s heels hesitated for a brief second, a flicker of uncertainty causing him to falter. He tried to compose himself, but for the first time, he found himself unsure of how to act.


    Such was the nature of the unorthodox martial world—a place raw and unfiltered, ruled by instincts and primal survival. The weak lived and died at the mercy of the strong. For a brief moment, So Yu-rang wondered—was he, in this moment, the weak one?


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