As Yeom-ga of Killing Curse Valley drew the number five, Mok Gyeong-un naturally became number two. Though paired with the most troublesome opponent, Mu Jang-yak, still confident in his victory, extended his hand to Mok Gyeong-un and spoke.
“So, we end up competing like this. No matter who wins, let's both do our best.”
To this, Mok Gyeong-un took his hand and said, as if troubled, “Ah. That might be difficult.”
“What?”
“If I do my best, the martial contest will become too boring, so I'll go easy on you. You, however, should do your best.”
‘!?’
Mu Jang-yak was always composed, but in this moment, one of his eyebrows twitched, revealing his emotions. Was this Mok Gyeong-un fellow provoking him right now? Mu Jang-yak stared straight into Mok Gyeong-un’s eyes.
Unlike his own heightened state, he could feel no particular emotion in that gaze. At this sight, Mu Jang-yak calmed the emotions that had boiled up for a moment and regained his composure.
‘…Has it already begun?’
It was undoubtedly a clear provocation. The fellow was as smart and skilled in strategy as he was. He might be trying to shake him before the martial contest to gain an advantage.
In response, Mu Jang-yak opened his mouth with a smile.