Gulp.
Looking at the man before him, Iron Arm swallowed dryly.
‘So that’s the man...’
Gu Geon-yi.
The leader of the ‘Glory Guild’, the most powerful group in the Republic of Korea. He was a man Iron Arm had seen so often in the media he was sick of it, but facing him like this in a ranking match was a completely different feeling.
‘Somehow, this is suffocating.’
Iron Arm took a deep breath. It was an unconscious action, born from a pressure that felt like it would choke him. Spiky, jutting hair.
A blunt, square jaw. Even his eyes, which seemed stubborn. On the surface, Gu Geon-yi's appearance seemed unchanged.
But Iron Arm felt a tension he had never experienced in his life. That feeling of unease was not his alone. The ‘special being’ beside Cheon Hae-seon also showed a noticeably sharp reaction. -Grrrrrr...
“Now, now.”
Even though Cheon Hae-seon sent a small vocal warning, Ppori did not stop growling. It was a complete departure from its usual, well-behaved self. Moreover, its cry was incredibly ominous.
Even Cheon Hae-seon, who had been with it every day, felt a chill.
‘This is the first time it's been this on edge.’