His fingertip touched her before she even realized it.
“You’re slow.”
At Mok Gyeong-un’s words, a drop of cold sweat ran down Mo Ha-rang’s fair cheek. It felt as if the slightest movement would send his finger piercing through her neck. She was inwardly bewildered.
She had acknowledged that Mok Gyeong-un possessed a strange power, different from others, but she had never considered it a superiority in the martial way. But what was this?
‘... He’s changed.’
What on earth happened in just one day? Even setting aside the fact that his martial prowess couldn't be judged by spiritual sense, what was going on? The sharp energy coming from the tip of his sword seal felt similar to what one might feel from masters who had reached a profound realm.
‘This feeling… Father, no…’
It was similar to what she had felt from the master of the Ensnaring Flower Room. The master of the Ensnaring Flower Room, the only master of the Supreme Realm she could ever contend with. That same feeling now emanated from Mok Gyeong-un.
‘No. It can’t be.’
Mo Ha-rang instantly denied the thought. No matter how great one's martial genius, the Supreme Realm was not something one could reach at the mere age of seventeen or eighteen. Even if he had attained enlightenment, how could he achieve this in a single day...
‘Ah!’