Chapter: 1710
His complexion turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and his eyes rolled back, showing only the whites.�
Tarha had inflicted serious internal injuries on his opponent with his aura alone.
Thud!
In the end, Yoo Cheolgwang fell to his knees and coughed up blood.
It was dark, black blood.
Yoo Cheolgwang looked up at Tarha, shaking all over.�
His eyes were completely bloodshot.
Although Yoo Cheolgwang had lived his life recklessly without knowing how scary the world could be, he could still sense that the old man in front of him was a truly frightening master..
�Get out of here!�
Tarha�s cold words made Yoo Cheolgwang leave the inn without a word. His whale-like body swayed back and forth like a drunken man, looking precarious.
The injured Red Bandana Association martial artists soon followed right behind him.
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Silence filled the inn.�
The faces of the customers who had been staying in the first-floor restaurant were filled with a faint sense of fear.
Most of the customers were people who made their living by trading beyond the Central Plains.�
As a result, they had seen and heard a lot of things, which included meeting many martial arts masters. But none of them showed a skill as formidable and terrifying as the old man in front of them.
That was why the people in the inn warily looked at Tarha. However, Tarha, who was the center of all the attention, only looked at Pyo-wol with a nonchalant expression.
�I�m sorry. I don�t know about anything else, but I couldn�t bear to see my granddaughter�s clothes get dirty.�
�You said you came to collect a debt, right?�
�That�s right!�
�Then it�s going to be noisy around here.�
�It could, but I prefer to settle matters quietly. By the way, I think you�ve gone out of your way.�
Tarha studied Pyo-wol�s face carefully.
His hand showed a clear sign of aggression.
Tarha�s martial arts were destructive, always resulting in terrible consequences.
In Tarha�s hometown in the Western Region, the people there called him a living god and was a subject of fear.�
Pyo-wol, however, had no change in his expression even after witnessing Tarha�s martial arts.
Whether it was due to his skill in hiding his expression, or his bravado, it was clear that he did not falter at the sight of Tarha�s martial arts.
Tarha knew that there were only two reasons for this.
Either Pyo-wol knew nothing about the ways of the world or he was confident in his own skills.
Pyo-wol did not seem like the former. Therefore, the only possibility left was the latter.
The handsome man before him was undoubtedly a skilled martial artist who was confident in his own abilities.
The problem was that Tarha could not even begin to imagine the extent of Pyo-wol�s martial arts skills at all.
A master of Tarha�s caliber should have been able to see through his opponent�s level like the back of his hand, but against Pyo-wol, Tarha could see none of that.
Either he was a higher level than Tarja, or he had learned a martial art that specialized in concealing his level.
Tarha thought that the latter was also the case with Pyo-wol.
He thought it was impossible for someone at Pyo-wol�s age to learn martial arts at a higher level than himself.
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Tarha had inflicted serious internal injuries on his opponent with his aura alone.
Thud!
In the end, Yoo Cheolgwang fell to his knees and coughed up blood.
It was dark, black blood.
Yoo Cheolgwang looked up at Tarha, shaking all over.�
His eyes were completely bloodshot.
Although Yoo Cheolgwang had lived his life recklessly without knowing how scary the world could be, he could still sense that the old man in front of him was a truly frightening master..
�Get out of here!�
Tarha�s cold words made Yoo Cheolgwang leave the inn without a word. His whale-like body swayed back and forth like a drunken man, looking precarious.
The injured Red Bandana Association martial artists soon followed right behind him.
����
Silence filled the inn.�
The faces of the customers who had been staying in the first-floor restaurant were filled with a faint sense of fear.
Most of the customers were people who made their living by trading beyond the Central Plains.�
As a result, they had seen and heard a lot of things, which included meeting many martial arts masters. But none of them showed a skill as formidable and terrifying as the old man in front of them.
That was why the people in the inn warily looked at Tarha. However, Tarha, who was the center of all the attention, only looked at Pyo-wol with a nonchalant expression.
�I�m sorry. I don�t know about anything else, but I couldn�t bear to see my granddaughter�s clothes get dirty.�
�You said you came to collect a debt, right?�
�That�s right!�
�Then it�s going to be noisy around here.�
�It could, but I prefer to settle matters quietly. By the way, I think you�ve gone out of your way.�
Tarha studied Pyo-wol�s face carefully.
His hand showed a clear sign of aggression.
Tarha�s martial arts were destructive, always resulting in terrible consequences.
In Tarha�s hometown in the Western Region, the people there called him a living god and was a subject of fear.�
Pyo-wol, however, had no change in his expression even after witnessing Tarha�s martial arts.
Whether it was due to his skill in hiding his expression, or his bravado, it was clear that he did not falter at the sight of Tarha�s martial arts.
Tarha knew that there were only two reasons for this.
Either Pyo-wol knew nothing about the ways of the world or he was confident in his own skills.
Pyo-wol did not seem like the former. Therefore, the only possibility left was the latter.
The handsome man before him was undoubtedly a skilled martial artist who was confident in his own abilities.
The problem was that Tarha could not even begin to imagine the extent of Pyo-wol�s martial arts skills at all.
A master of Tarha�s caliber should have been able to see through his opponent�s level like the back of his hand, but against Pyo-wol, Tarha could see none of that.
Either he was a higher level than Tarja, or he had learned a martial art that specialized in concealing his level.
Tarha thought that the latter was also the case with Pyo-wol.
He thought it was impossible for someone at Pyo-wol�s age to learn martial arts at a higher level than himself.
�A martial art that can deceive my eyes�� JrNovels.com
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