Cai Kechang was kowtowing on the floor, his body shivering pitifully.

'Goddamn it!'

To think he needed to report this absurd situation to the Crimson King! How did it come to this!

'I shouldn't have trusted those pieces of trash!'

Even if Kang Jin-Ho was someone the Crimson King was wary of, Cai Kechang didn't expect the Yeongnam Group, boasting a firm foundation in South Korea, to crumble that easily!

One fist never besting against ten was supposed to be an eternal and unchanging truth, was it not! The only exception to this rule would be absolute beings like the Crimson King that had transcended the limits of mortals.

But now, some brat in his early twenties had stepped into the realm occupied by absolute beings?

'Impossible!'

That was inconceivable. Completely, utterly impossible!

Even if the odds of Kang Jin-Ho being a returner was high, being a returner did not guarantee faster and stronger cultivation. After all, this was reality, not a video game!

Sure, it might make the training a little easier. However, cultivating after returning to the modern era was an exercise in applying the experience one acquired with a different body to the current one.

Quite often, returners who had reached awe-inspiring levels of strength in their past lives would fail to adjust to the modern era and end up crippled instead.

The important thing to remember here was that, regardless of prior experience, returners still needed...