“I shall now use this tough hockey stick to demonstrate.”

Kang Jin-Ho used his fist to lightly drum on the hockey stick resting on the floor at an angle, making the stick's body bounce up and down.

“Tell me, do you think I can use my bare hand to break this?”

“No, that's not possible, Jin-Ho hyung.”

“You think so? However, it is possible. Behold.”

Crack!

Kang Jin-Ho pushed at the stick with his fingers. The hockey stick didn't offer much resistance before snapping in half.

“...!”

A stunned silence descended in the gymnasium.

'What did I just see?!'

Could Jin-Ho hyung have broken that stick ahead of time? I mean... Why would there be a hockey stick in a basketball court storage room? That would be stran...

“Something like this isn't hard at all,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

Crack, crack, crack...!

Han Jin-Seong's jaw dropped lower and lower as he watched Kang Jin-Ho use nothing but his fingers to break the hockey stick again and again.

It wasn't only him, though. Every child present could only look on in pure stupefaction.

A disbelieving boy even picked up one of the broken pieces to inspect it from every angle and even tried to bite it. However, he still couldn't find anything suspicious!

“H-hyung! Jin-Ho hyung!” Han Jin-Seong hurriedly raised his hand.

“What is it?” Kang Jin-Ho glanced at him.

“C-can we really do something like that if we keep doing this training?”

“Well... As I said, this isn't as hard as it looks.” Kang Jin-Ho casually shrugged...