A large pavilion set up on the left side of the martial tournament.
It was a building constructed to overlook the sparring stage at a glance.
This place was a spot specially set aside by the Alliance side. Gathered here were figures, led by the Alliance Leader, each exerting vast influence in the Central Plains.
“Ha….”
Among them, the head of the Guangdong Baek Family. The Heo Ul Sword Baek Yu-seok let out a hollow breath.
At the same time, he stroked his arm.
His skin was tingling so much that he couldn’t stay still.
“…I have nothing to say.”
He couldn’t even find words to utter. The current situation warranted that.
What words could one possibly say upon seeing that.
Rumble rumble rumble—!!!
It raged wildly.
A massive wind pressure like a gale.
It voraciously devoured all directions as if swallowing everything around.
Crack–!!
Sounds of breaking came from here and there.
Just watching it made tension build in the body.
The qi in the dantian was arbitrarily activating the body.
‘…It’s all composed of qi.’
The wind wasn’t a natural phenomenon.
That was like a calamity made solely of qi.
Rough and also ferocious.
How on earth could such a brutal power be unleashed.
As Baek Yu-seok suppressed his trembling and pondered the question.
“Heh heh. It’s truly remarkable, isn’t it.”
“…!”
A voice came from beside him.
Baek Yu-seok shifted his gaze and flinched.
Because the old man speaking to him was…