"H-How? Wh-What…" Jo Deok-Hyun was lost for words.

The young man that Deok-Hyun had thought was a sacrifice had produced in his hand hellfire that was just like Deok-Hyun's.

'No.' Deok-Hyun realized it wasn't the same hellfire.

Just a glimpse was enough to know that the young man's hellfire was on a totally different level compared to his.

'I can't win.'

Deok-Hyun's eyes flitted around in despair. His last hope, the Authority that he possessed, had been completely crushed. He couldn't think of a way to beat Oh Kang-Woo.

"…"

His face became pale, and he started to tremble. He stared at Kang-Woo with an agitated gaze.

'What should I do?'

It was clear that Deok-Hyun wouldn't be able to win. He could tell just by looking at the hellfire in his hand.

Cold sweat dripped down Deok-Hyun's forehead like rainfall. His internal conflict was displayed on his face.

Kang-Woo looked...