Bbaak-! -Kkeueuk! Around the time Peng Jeo was being beaten to a pulp like a rag. In the pavilion, everyone watching that scene couldn’t close their mouths. “…What on earth is this.” “No matter what, this is…!” Everyone’s gazes were fixed there. Precisely, not on the Blade King who had become a bloody mess, but toward the young man who...
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