“How do you expect to do anything to me with this? Why don’t you try using that heart technique instead?”
Mok Gyeong-un’s tone was mocking. At his words, a furnace of hot fury erupted in Mok Yu-cheon’s chest. Just a month ago, Mok Gyeong-un had been nothing more than a cowardly piece of trash with not an ounce of martial talent.
How could something like this be happening? How could the tables have turned in just one month, leaving him the inferior one?
Gnash!
He ground his teeth. Had he not bled and toiled beyond his natural talent to overcome the stigma of his lowly birth? And now he was being pushed back by a demon like this?
He could no longer contain his anger.
Thump! Thump!
His heart pounded violently, and the murderous impulse he had suppressed threatened to rise again. Watching him, Mok Gyeong-un’s lips curled into a smile as he spoke, as if this was what he had been waiting for.
“Good. That’s more like it.”
‘!?’
Hearing those words, Mok Yu-cheon suddenly realized his mistake. In a moment of humiliation, he had lost his temper and nearly unleashed the impulse he had barely managed to contain. Mok Yu-cheon bit his lip hard, suppressing his anger.
He would never give this bastard the satisfaction.
‘No. I have to endure it.’