His judgment was excellent.

However, unfortunately for him, his opponent was Pyo-wol.

Pyo-wol used his internal energy to shield his ears from the effects of the lion�s roar.�

Gu Ja-hwang and his followers couldn�t see him, but to Pyo-wol�s eyes, their chaotic movements were clearly visible.

They didn�t know.

That this place was the perfect battlefield for him.

So from now on, he would show them that.

Ten strands of Soul-Reaping Thread unraveled from his fingers.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

�Argh!�

�Gah!�

Screams erupted one after another.

The Soul-Reaping Thread pierced through the foreheads of the martial artists.

Shushushuk!

At the same time, sharp wind-breaking sounds echoed throughout the underground space.

It was the sound of the phantom dagger slicing through the darkness.

�Agh!�

�Sa, save me��

One after another, desperate screams rang out.

Yu Suhwan�s eyes trembled.

�My God!�

He was a martial artist who had mastered the art of the sword.

From the moment he held a sword in his hand, he had always engaged in fair fights.

He thought that was how a swordsman should fight.

He believed that a swordsman should not resort to underhanded tactics, especially a martial artist aiming for high achievements.

His thinking was flexible, but when it came to martial arts, he was stubborn.

He had been taught that this was the path of a martial artist mastering the art of the sword, and he thought so too.

But watching Pyo-wol�s martial arts, he felt his existing values being shaken to their core.

�Is that how assassins fight?�

�Not all assassins are like that. Only Pyo-wol, that demon, can fight like that.� JrNovels.com