"Uracha!"
Jo Geol's sword drove into the enemy's shoulder joint.
"Aaagh!"
"Shut up!"
Before the screaming thug could even finish, a foot flew into his mouth.
Boom!
In the end, the unorthodox martial artist could not even scream properly and went tumbling away. Jo Geol shouted angrily.
"What are you all screeching about as if you did something great? You damn bastards!"
After that roar, Jo Geol swiftly charged toward his next prey. Gwak Hoe, who had been watching, shook his head. A martial brother who had been watching the same sight muttered.
"...He really is strong, Senior Brother."
"That's the misfortune."
It was impossible not to lament. What was Heaven thinking, giving that man such strength and talent? How in the world are we supposed to deal with the aftermath...
Ah. Right.
Heaven never had any thoughts to begin with. If Heaven had any thought at all, it would never have turned that wretch Cheong Myeong loose on the world. Well then... nothing to be done.
"It's true that Senior Brother is strong, but honestly, these fellows feel a bit shabby. Am I the only one thinking that?"
"You're right, Senior Brother."