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So Geom-Rak felt himself sober up a little.
"Ha! Haha! Hahahahaha!"
He suddenly smiled and slowly looked back at Woo-Moon
“You’re pretty strong, aren’t you, kid? How fun, really, how fun! Then, I should get a little serious now, too. Right?”
He finally drew his saber out of its scabbard without any hesitation. His favorite long saber, Midnight Moon, finally made its appearance. Its long, thin, and oddly-shaped blade was eye-catching.
Even in the midst of the gentle lamps of the brothel, the steel of the saber was matte, almost as if it were just some ordinary unpolished metal cutlery.
The moment So Geom-Rak circulated his qi, the drunkenness that had taken over his mind disappeared.
Shing!
In response, Woo-Moon also drew his sword.
As if they had both reached an agreement in advance, the two men rushed forward at the same time using their respective movement techniques.
So Geom-Rak attacked first with his long saber. However, Woo-Moon simply sidestepped, and So Geom-Rak’s attack cut through empty air. Woo-Moon, whose Divine Phantasm Steps had already reached the eighth level by now, couldn’t be touched by this level of skill.
Woo-Moon shortened the distance in an instant!
The tip of his sword quivered as it flew toward So Geom-Rak in an erratic and violent pattern, as if the blade was writing the name of the technique in the air.
Raging Wind!
It only took an instant for So Geom-Rak’s expression...
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