Everyone has things they are good at and things they are not. It is practically impossible to show excellence in every field. Of course, very rarely, there are those who surpass the limits of ordinary humans and distinguish themselves in various fields.
The world calls such people geniuses, but when you dig deeper, even that genius clearly has weaknesses and limits. It is common sense that does not need to be painfully explained. But... to this extent...
A scream that Cheong Myeong could no longer hold back burst from his lips.
"Urgh!"
"..."
"Ugh!"
Cheong Myeong grabbed a clump of grass growing from the ground so hard that it was crushed. His bloodshot eyes turned to the person holding his ankle. What filled those burning eyes was hatred, resentment, and a deep-rooted question.
Why? Just why?
"Hmm..."
Squelch!
"Urgh!"
As he let go of the crushed grass, Cheong Myeong's splayed hand trembled violently. In his vision blurred by pain, Yu Iseol was there. She was mercilessly stabbing a long needle into the slightly open wound.
Perfect.
The needle, with its qi pushed in to cleanly remove contamination, and even Cheong Myeong's own hair threaded through that needle. It did not deviate in the slightest from what Tang Soso had taught.
Except... Squelch!
"Aaaargh!"