“Hey, man... Don't you think the atmosphere here is a bit weird?” Gong Yeong-Gil muttered while sneaking closer to Yi Myeong-Hwan.

That only led Yi Myeong-Hwan to groan deeply instead.

'This dude... He just wants to butt in everywhere, doesn't he?'

How could he not groan, though? Yu Myeong-Hwan knew that Gong Yeong-Gil was a crybaby who'd undoubtedly quit the training as soon as it got a bit too harsh for him to handle. However, this idiot still decided to join Kang Jin-Ho's training program.

However, that only served as the indicator of the current state; way too many riff-raff had shown up, thinking they might also get lucky. Despite Kang Jin-Ho's open and naked threat, some people had swallowed too many brave pills for their own good.

'Insane idiots...!'

Indeed, these people must've had several screws loose in their heads.

Even after Kang Jin-Ho warned them, some people making slapdash resolutions of 'I'm sure it'll work out somehow!' still decided to apply and muddy the waters for everyone. Gong Yeong-Gil before Yi Myeong-Hwan's eyes was one such perfect example.

'Not only that, but there are far more applicants from the Martial Assembly.'

This was something Yi Myeong-Hwan found out while organizing the order of who goes when. As it turned out, the number of applicants from the Martial Assembly was double the size compared to the Yeongnam Branch people. Since the Yeongnam Branch had a far higher number of younger martial artists, this imbalance said everything there was to know about how many people from the Martial Assembly thought they could test their luck.

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