Cheonak glanced at the leader and said, "Leader, I’m reminded of the past. Please step aside for a moment."
"Very well."
To my surprise, the leader approached the eldest brother, who had just been fighting fiercely, and created some space for us.
"Hmm."
I took out Il-sal and threw it at the dung-slinger.
As Cheonak and I formed a circle, those who had switched from participants to spectators widened their distance.
Cheonak, still looking bewildered, asked the respectful observer, "General, are you feeling wronged?"
The respectful observer shook his head.
"One must include vigilance as part of their skill. I accept it."
"Indeed."
Il-sal was passed, but the Zaha Divine Art was maintained.
The problem was that Cheonak was a man who never tired.
Even so, hadn’t we fought before when I was with Senior Shin-gye? The fact that I could compete after growing stronger was proof of luck.
Worried that my body might not withstand the level of Zaha Divine Art, I announced my intent to strike first.
"I will go."
Cheonak nodded.
"Of course, you must enter."
Thinking about it, the chances of being overwhelmed by Cheonak were quite low.
Rather, it seemed that fighting with all my might would prolong the battle.