‘How troublesome.’
It was the Corpse Blood Valley Master, Lee Ji-yeom, who had been about to step onto the platform and declare the end of the martial contest. But he had not expected a situation where two of the Five Kings, the most influential high-ranking executives present, would break out into a war of nerves.
‘I understand their intentions, but they've gone too far.’
Lee Ji-yeom glanced at Mok Gyeong-un and clicked his tongue inwardly. In truth, he too had been unable to hide his astonishment upon seeing Mok Gyeong-un instantly mimic the profound principles of the Right Fist, Left Palm while fighting Mu Jang-yak.
It was a good thing he knew his lord was in possession of that body; otherwise, he would have been just as desperate as them to take such a heaven-defying martial genius as a disciple. In any case, for the proceedings to continue smoothly, he had to stop their war of nerves.
“Ahem. You two…”
But just as he was about to speak, the voice of the Dark Division Master came from his left.
“Ohoho. Forgive my interruption, but might I say a word?”