“The path of martial arts is very simple,” said Kang Jin-Ho.

He sounded incredibly calm and composed. And that fact felt like a dagger mercilessly stabbing Yi Myeong-Hwan's insides.

“Someone once explained to me that the path of martial arts is about cultivating oneself. That it was never meant to bring others down. Such a thing is just a secondary benefit.”

A martial artist desperately threw a punch at Kang Jin-Ho's face, but the only reward he got was a counterattack to his jaw. The poor martial artist was flung into the air before crashing unceremoniously on the floor.

Bang!

Yi Myeong-Hwan briefly wondered how a human body could produce such a sound after landing painfully on the hard ground.

“What do you all think?” Kang Jin-Ho casually asked.

Obviously, that was a rhetorical question. However, even if he did want an answer, no one dared to give him one. If they did, Kang Jin-Ho's fist would slam straight into their throats!

“Yes, it's all nonsense.” Kang Jin-Ho smirked softly.

“Urgh... Keuh-huh...”

His mocking smirk was accompanied by the pained whimper of his victims. The martial artists sprayed on the ground could only shudder, unable to stand back up.

“If you want to better yourself, why not join a religion?” Kang Jin-Ho asked. “If that's not your preference, you can also burrow a hole in a remote mountainside and become one with nature. The modern era has plenty of useful little things like yoga to keep you occupied, after all. In that case... Why do you need to cultivate yourself while learning about how to better kill someon...