Lee Seong-Hwi could scarcely believe his current situation. Just who was he? Wasn't he the second disciple of the Korean Martial Assembly's Assembly Master?

He believed no one in the younger generations could rival him. But now, some brat so much younger than him had not only suppressed him quite easily but even humiliated him by shoving his face on the floor—in front of so many eyewitnesses!

'I got careless!'

His teacher's words began replaying in Lee Seong-Hwi's head all on their own.

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“Listen, Seong-Hwi. This world is vast, and there are plenty of strong experts. Even if some of them are not as powerful as you, they still all carry a hidden blade or two. The moment you let your guard down has the potential to be your last.”

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Lee Seong-Hwi didn't think his teacher's words would come to haunt him like this.

“Urgh, eugh...!”

He struggled mightily to free himself, but some type of energy was flooding into his body from the hand gripping his head, preventing him from moving around too much.

'Just what is going on here?'

Obviously, there were experts strong enough to easily subdue him. Lee Seong-Hwi could recall over ten people off the top of his head, for instance. However, none of them was capable of restraining him so completely like this with just some energy.

This young man had something else—something different—other than being merely stronger. Even though he looked lanky, this young...