Chapter: 1801
�Your skill. It�s just as it was in the past.�
�Don�t lie to me! I have improved! I�ve reached heights you dare not imagine!�
�Why can�t you overpower me then?�
Pyo-wol�s cold voice awakened Go Shin-ok�s spirit.
Only now did Go Shin-ok noticed Pyo-wol�s condition.�
Unlike himself, who was drenched in sweat, Pyo-wol�s breathing wasn�t the slightest bit ragged.
A chill ran down Go Shin-ok�s spine.
�Had he still not used his full power against me? Am I no match for him then? No, that can�t be true�!�
Go Shin-ok forcefully denied his thoughts.
If he hadn�t reached Pyo-wol�s level after honing his skills on the hellish battlefield for years, he would be too pitiful.
He couldn�t bear the thought of all the hardships he�d endured, only to be denied by Pyo-wol.
�Aaargh!�
Go Shin-ok screamed as he swung his sword even more fiercely.
Pyo-wol�s gaze grew even deeper as he observed Go Shin-ok.
At this moment, Go Shin-ok was no longer an assassin.
The greatest virtue of an assassin was their unwavering rationality and composure at any given moment.�
No matter how unfavorable the situation was for them, assassins would have to remain calm and patient, waiting for the one golden opportunity that would come their way.
That was what an assassin was.
Go Shin-ok, however, had forgotten the very code of conduct an assassin should follow and went on a rampage.
Although his martial arts might have become stronger than before, he showed no signs of the sharpness or cold rationality he once possessed in the underground cave.�
The current Go Shin-ok was nothing more than a savage born on the battlefield.
He had changed as much as his face had changed.
But, Pyo-wol didn�t feel sorry for him.
After all, their relationship wasn�t deep enough for him to feel that way.
To Pyo-wol, Go Shin-ok was nothing more than a fellow trainee in the same space, neither more nor less.
Besides, an assassin was a solitary existence.
It was absurd for an assassin to dream or even think of living in peace with others when they have to live by concealing themselves in the dark and killing others.
Pyo-wol might not have become an assassin by choice, but since he had already stepped into the world of assassins, it was impossible for him to turn back.
Pyo-wol had never forgotten his own identity, not even once. That�s why he managed to develop his martial arts in accordance with his identity.
He was not the same as Go Shin-ok. JrNovels.com
�Don�t lie to me! I have improved! I�ve reached heights you dare not imagine!�
�Why can�t you overpower me then?�
Pyo-wol�s cold voice awakened Go Shin-ok�s spirit.
Only now did Go Shin-ok noticed Pyo-wol�s condition.�
Unlike himself, who was drenched in sweat, Pyo-wol�s breathing wasn�t the slightest bit ragged.
A chill ran down Go Shin-ok�s spine.
�Had he still not used his full power against me? Am I no match for him then? No, that can�t be true�!�
Go Shin-ok forcefully denied his thoughts.
If he hadn�t reached Pyo-wol�s level after honing his skills on the hellish battlefield for years, he would be too pitiful.
He couldn�t bear the thought of all the hardships he�d endured, only to be denied by Pyo-wol.
�Aaargh!�
Go Shin-ok screamed as he swung his sword even more fiercely.
Pyo-wol�s gaze grew even deeper as he observed Go Shin-ok.
At this moment, Go Shin-ok was no longer an assassin.
The greatest virtue of an assassin was their unwavering rationality and composure at any given moment.�
No matter how unfavorable the situation was for them, assassins would have to remain calm and patient, waiting for the one golden opportunity that would come their way.
That was what an assassin was.
Go Shin-ok, however, had forgotten the very code of conduct an assassin should follow and went on a rampage.
Although his martial arts might have become stronger than before, he showed no signs of the sharpness or cold rationality he once possessed in the underground cave.�
The current Go Shin-ok was nothing more than a savage born on the battlefield.
He had changed as much as his face had changed.
But, Pyo-wol didn�t feel sorry for him.
After all, their relationship wasn�t deep enough for him to feel that way.
To Pyo-wol, Go Shin-ok was nothing more than a fellow trainee in the same space, neither more nor less.
Besides, an assassin was a solitary existence.
It was absurd for an assassin to dream or even think of living in peace with others when they have to live by concealing themselves in the dark and killing others.
Pyo-wol might not have become an assassin by choice, but since he had already stepped into the world of assassins, it was impossible for him to turn back.
Pyo-wol had never forgotten his own identity, not even once. That�s why he managed to develop his martial arts in accordance with his identity.
He was not the same as Go Shin-ok. JrNovels.com
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