The night was deepening, yet many people still loitered in the Martial Assembly's grounds, unable to leave.

Bang Jin-Hun quietly tutted at the sight of the auditorium, which was still brightly lit. “Gee whiz. You sure have a rotten personality...”

“Mm? Did something happen?” Kang Jin-Ho relaxedly asked back.

“Huh-uh? Will you get a load of this guy…?” Bang Jin-Hun shot a glare at Kang Jin-Ho for his blase response. Kang Jin-Ho smiled innocently while sneakily avoiding Bang Jin-Hun's rebuking glare.

“Mister Jin-Ho, are you really going to kill half of the applicants?”

“Mm. Well, who knows?”

“Weren't you just trying to scare them?”

“That's also in the 'Who knows?' category.”

Bang Jin-Hun furrowed his brow. “Even if you were joking, those guys most likely didn't think of it as one, Mister Jin-Ho. What will you do if they get too scared and no one applies? I think I've said this before, but Mister Jin-Ho? You just are not aware of how other people see you. And that's a huge problem.”

“I'm not aware, you say?”

“Yes. Definitely not. The way those people see you is markedly different from how I see you, Mister Jin-Ho. I'm guessing here, but they probably think you are some kind of monster with three heads and six arms.”

“I see. That's fine, then.”

“I'm sorry?”

Kang Jin-Ho didn't clarify himself and just smiled away. Although, his smile carried hints of bitterness.

There was no problem even if those younger-generation martial artists viewed Kang Jin-Ho as a monster like what Bang Jin-Hun said just now. Back when Kang Jin-Ho was in the demon cult,...