The ancient tree blood demon lightly assumed a defensive stance and spoke, "I shall concede the first move."
Jin Cheon-hee replied with the heart of a modern person, "Thank you." 'Oh my, how grateful I am.' This was a matter of life and death.
Yet, because of that fellow's romanticism, he was offering to let me strike first.
On one hand, it felt a bit off. 'You and I have our ranks, shouldn't you concede at least three moves? I read in a novel that your cultivation is at least one and a half levels above mine, right?' The mid-level manager was rather petty.
Jin Cheon-hee sent a brief signal to Hwang-gu.
"Kong!" - Just hold back? Understood.
Here I go! Hwang-gu lightly leaped into action.
"Heh, to concede the first move to a dog, do you think you can belittle me?" The ancient tree blood demon aimed a strike at Hwang-gu.
Hwang-gu twisted his body as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"Kong!" Hwang-gu elegantly dodged the attack.
However, the counterattack from the ancient tree blood demon was also quite formidable, making it a close call. 'Indeed, a latecomer strikes first!'
The ancient tree martial arts were based on skin as tough as steel and immense strength. 'There was a description that said this skin could withstand blades.' Thus, it was clear that his martial arts would focus on counterattacks rather than initiating strikes.