‘What the hell… It’s not like we’re inside a library, so why…?’0

Yi Myeong-Hwan grimaced a little. He had no choice but to acknowledge the effectiveness of what happened to him and his peers.0

Humans tended to get lax if given half a chance. Conversely, they also knew how to pull their socks way up if the situation tightened around them like a noose. Sure, people could individually apply some brakes to suit their circumstances, but this generalization usually was spot-on.0

‘Yes, I acknowledge it, sir…’1

The younger-generation martial artists who passed Kang Jin-Ho's test were like sharpened treasure blades… in the beginning, at least. They were full of heroic, nay, grim determination to cast everything aside to become stronger. Even if their desire could lead to their untimely demise!0

They poured their entire being into mastering each and every stance, and their mental focus was at 100% during each circulation of qi.0

So… compared to those days?0

‘Well, yeah, these people have become lazy bums in comparison.’0

There could be various reasons for this situation. First of all… Humans were creatures of adaptation.0

This training didn’t seem fit for human ‘consumption’ in the initial stages due to how harsh and crazy it was, yet before anyone had time to notice it… Everyone had acclimatized to the point of training with their eyes closed!0

No wonder these people were no longer as alert as before.0

The second likely reason could be Kang Jin-Ho. More specifically, how he didn’t really drive these younger-generation martial artists to work harder.0

Even though he warned them to prepare for Hell, Kang Jin-Ho didn't really go out...0