Up to this point, Kim Seon-Hyeok had fought numerous battles against people who were much stronger than himself. And he had won most of those battles. 

His winning tactic was to first engage in reconnaissance to understand the overall battle situation, then make an erratic first move at once to secure victory during the first clash before eventually emerging victorious.

It was a reckless method, however, he couldn’t give up the advantage of attacking first, that if everything worked out, would help him deal with a strong opponent with minimal effort.

But, this theory of winning if he attacked first only worked if his opponent was an average person. 

“Hm…”

However, even if Kim Seon-Hyeok made up his mind to attack Marek first, visions of himself being hacked into pieces floated through his mind. The feeling he got from the image was too strong for him to dismiss it as a mere byproduct of the atmosphere. It was so strong that he couldn’t point the spear he was clutching in his hand. 

Am I afraid?

After a brief moment, he wiped his sweaty palms and gripped his spear again.

His neck felt sore. His neck muscles were too tight and already aching. That's how overwhelming Marek’s presence felt. 

“I’m ready but…”

Marek spoke drily as he watched Seon-Hyeok trying to loosen his muscles with small movements.

His words were an outright provocation and mockery. 

Instead of stepping forward in a fit of rage, Kim Seon-Hyeok breathed out slowly. 

“Huu.”

His heavy...