I was mistaken.
If I’ve done this much, I should be able to rest.
That’s what I had thought.
Because I know martial artists have bottomless pride. If they can help it, they wouldn’t keep calling up the same person.
That’s what I thought—
“I designate Cheongryong Dae’s Baek Yangcheon.”
“Damn it.”
These damned bastards always act contrary to my expectations. The crazies started pointing at me.
Those who live and die by honor—why summon a man worn out from repeated fights?
I couldn’t make sense of it, until—
“That’s why you should’ve used your qi.”
Soi gave me the answer.
“This happened because you weren’t doing it properly.”
“……”
In their eyes, I must have looked like I was beneath their level, not even bothering to use qi.
The youngest who wouldn’t even use qi against them.
That sight must have pissed them off.
I could feel their determination to force me to use qi somehow.
‘This is driving me crazy.’
It felt like I’d provoked them despite myself. Do they think I’m not using it because I don’t want to? I want to use it…