Inside a lecture hall devoid of students due to Kwang-Soo’s leave of absence, the sharp sound of air being torn apart echoed without rest.0

Whoosh!0

In the center of the room, Jake continued to swing his fists. His attacks were swift yet steady, following a straight path. However, without ever taking a step from his spot, Se-Hoon deflected all of the attacks with a flick of his hand.0

Bang!0

The deflected fist punched through empty air before being drawn back. 0

Then, the same pattern repeated over and over. And over time, Jake’s punches did increasingly grow faster, yet Se-Hoon effortlessly parried them still.0

Like that, a meaningless sparring session—other than to make Jake sweat—dragged on.0

Woong-0

Suddenly, Jake’s pupils began glowing blue.0

His previously brute-force attacks, which had done nothing but push forward, suddenly sharpened. Once merely fast, he now also struck with pinpoint accuracy, targeting every opening.0

Clang!0

His fists created a piercing strike—more like a sword than a punch.0

The sharp sound, as if a blade had been swung, rang out as mana concentrated at the tip of Jake’s fist, honing it to a razor edge. 0

But Se-Hoon was unfazed, calmly conjuring White Light in his palm.0

Clang!0

Fist and palm clashed, scattering sharp shockwaves through the air. 0

Jake’s glowing blue pupils darkened even further. Now, his movements no longer resembled those of the fighter he was before. His speed increased and his sharpness was honed and honed until the moment both finally reached the threshold to pierce through the wall which blocked his progress.1

Now!0

Jake’s fist surged forward, defying causality itself, aiming straight for Se-Hoon’s heart.0

ROAR!0

A shockwave erupted from his fist, shaking the training ground as if it were about to collapse. The barrier around the arena was now full of cracks.0

Yet, at the end of a blow that Jake thought was totally impossible for him to generate in the past, was Se-Hoon still in the same position,...0