How could he smile and say it was fine to kill his own younger brother, or even cripple him? It was not the expression of someone pretending to be calm while secretly scheming.
‘…Is that bastard truly insane?’
Even Hang Yeo-ryang, the Beckoning Sound Valley Master, who was herself notorious for her eccentric and willful nature, had never met someone like this. That was not an empty bluff. Did that mean the two brothers were not particularly close?
Sometimes, those who vied for the position of family heir would even aim for each other’s lives, so it was possible.
‘Threats of this kind will be meaningless.’
The desire to drag him away by force grew even stronger. Just then, a voice reached her ears.
“Valley Master Hang. It seems to be a violation of the rules to contact a trainee before the Final Selection Ceremony has even begun.”
Flinch!
Startled, she turned her head. The owner of the voice was the Dark Division Master. The Dark Division Master’s gaze had not wavered from the martial contest taking place.
At this, she frowned.
‘Impossible. Secret Sound Transmission is a technique that delivers sound only to a specific target. He shouldn’t have been able to hear it.’