Cha Seung-Min’s severed arm spun through the air in a rain of blood.1

Nevertheless, Cha Seung-Min didn’t shout or groan, nor did he even raise an eyebrow. As a military general and an S-class player, he had trudged through more wind and rain than others would in several lifetimes. 1

Despite only being in his forties, Cha Seung-Min was counted among the elders when it came to combat experience—the battlefield as his second home. 0

For someone like him, losing a limb wasn’t anything unusual, nor was the situation critical, so long as he kept calm.0

A simple misstep. I will need to adjust accordingly.0

Cha Seung-Min calmly acknowledged his misjudgement. Having been countered so cleanly, it was clear to him that he’d overlooked two important variables: the first being that Jae-Hyeok was, after all, a Kang and may have remembered his sister’s techniques from childhood; the second being that Jae-Hyeok was a student of Lion’s Castle and may have seen through his techniques from having sparred with his daughter Cha Jo-Ah. If it were the latter, then that would explain why Jae-Hyeok had been prepared for his Neck Drop, as if knowing ahead of time that Cha Seung-Min could and...0