Jin Geum-ryong stared blankly at Cheong-myeong. 'What on earth is that brat babbling about?' A martial arts competition? With the three great disciples of Hwasan and the second disciple? And in a series of victories? Is he suggesting that this will determine the outcome?
"This..."
Jin Geum-ryong gritted his teeth.
There is a limit to underestimating Jong-nam.
To suggest such a thing without seeing Jong-nam's second disciple as a mere beggar is audacious! Although the three great disciples of Hwasan have won cleanly, what does that mean? The distribution is not just a matter of talent or effort; it is a measure that cannot be easily surpassed.
If the gap between distributions is not properly established, the hierarchy of the sect will collapse.
That is why many prestigious sects maintain their distributions and do not accept disciples at the same time.
No matter how strong the three great disciples of Hwasan have become, that is a matter between those distributions.
There has never been a history of a martial arts competition between a second disciple and a third disciple in my lifetime.
Just being presented with such a suggestion is utterly humiliating.
"This little fish...!" Just as Jin Geum-ryong was about to lash out, Sa Ma-seung grabbed his shoulder.
"Elder."
"Calm down."
"But..."