Supreme masters all shared one thing in common—their unpredictable natures.
Even describing it in the best possible way, honestly, it was hard to find someone truly sane among them.
Perhaps it was only natural.
No one became a supreme master by talent alone.
It took fierce determination and persistence to grow stronger, and even then, only by the addition of just the right amount of bad luck and divine fortune could one barely reach the realm of supreme mastery.
Maybe because of this, supreme masters each clung to some obsession.
It could be a fascination with new martial arts, a sense of duty toward justice or agreement, blind faith in someone, a thirst for revenge, or a heavy responsibility to repay a debt of gratitude...
Baek Sooryong had known this truth for a long time, but once more he felt it deeply.
Because of a man who, despite losing all the inner strength he had built over a lifetime, still lit up like a boy’s eyes, waiting eagerly for the duel.
The problem was—
“... Why are you sitting there?”
Baek Sooryong looked at So Ji-kwang with a bewildered expression.
The place where So Ji-kwang was seated was the spot for the students of the Blue Dragon Academy, right in the middle of where the Blue Dragon Five Eyes sat.