Chapter: 60
But even such a single sword could kill Pyo-wol as easily as an ant if the First Sword made up his mind.
The sword that was now touching his neck proved that fact. A cold sweat ran down the back of Pyo-wol.
First sword applied strength to the sword that touched Pyo-wol�s neck. Pyo-wol clenched his fists involuntarily at the cold feeling that penetrated his skin. Those eyes without any emotion were crazily terrifying.
�Am I going to die?�
For the first time, Pyo-wol remembered the word death. At this moment, in his eyes, the First Sword appeared to be a reaper. The god of death who has the right to decide his life or death.
Pyo-wol bit his lip until it bled.
�Did I make a mistake?�
He thought that if he wounded the Gok Soo-chang, they wouldn�t punish him. Because that�s what they�ve done so far.
They decided that what they wanted was only a useful tool, and that the life and safety of the children were not so important, so he acted like this.
�No, I�m not sure yet.�
Pyo-wol tried his best to maintain a calm expression. If he revealed his anxiety, he decided that they might swing their sword in disappointment. The pressure applied to the neck grew stronger and stronger. At this rate, the sword will soon pierce through his flesh and enter his muscles.
Jureureuk!
Blood gushed out from Pyo-wol�s lips.
The sword pressure came in through the neck and hurt his internal organs.
That was then.
The pressure on his neck disappeared like a dream. First sword had quickly withdrawn. He said as he put the sword into its sheath.
�An assassin leaves no traces under any circumstances. Breaking the wrist like this and leaving a mark is no different from telling the opponent your military power and identity.�
�Keep in mind. Never leave a mark.�
Pyo-wol could not easily decide how to respond. So he remained silent. Because he knew that sometimes silence is more effective than giving out a ten-word answer.
Perhaps he liked Pyo-wol�s reaction, the First Sword turned around without saying anything more.�
In an instant, Pyo-wol was about to let out the breath he had been holding back.
�No, not yet. I must not relax.�
Fortunately, he gave out a good look so he passed, but he didn�t know what kind of reaction he would get if he showed a relaxed appearance.
Pyo-wol kept his nerves sharp for a long time.
* * *
Gok Soo-chang eventually died.
It was an underground cave where it was difficult to survive even with the best physical condition.
The other children did not leave Gok Soo-chang alone, who had broken one arm and could not use his strength properly. Just as Gok Soo-chang did to Pyo-wol, the other children also aimed at Gok Soo-chang under the guise of training.
For the first time or two, he somehow managed to survive a difficult incident, but the situation was not easy enough to survive without injuries.�
In the end, Gok Soo-chang could not survive the attacks of the other children and died. The death of Gok Soo-chang has alarmed many children. JrNovels.com
The sword that was now touching his neck proved that fact. A cold sweat ran down the back of Pyo-wol.
First sword applied strength to the sword that touched Pyo-wol�s neck. Pyo-wol clenched his fists involuntarily at the cold feeling that penetrated his skin. Those eyes without any emotion were crazily terrifying.
�Am I going to die?�
For the first time, Pyo-wol remembered the word death. At this moment, in his eyes, the First Sword appeared to be a reaper. The god of death who has the right to decide his life or death.
Pyo-wol bit his lip until it bled.
�Did I make a mistake?�
He thought that if he wounded the Gok Soo-chang, they wouldn�t punish him. Because that�s what they�ve done so far.
They decided that what they wanted was only a useful tool, and that the life and safety of the children were not so important, so he acted like this.
�No, I�m not sure yet.�
Pyo-wol tried his best to maintain a calm expression. If he revealed his anxiety, he decided that they might swing their sword in disappointment. The pressure applied to the neck grew stronger and stronger. At this rate, the sword will soon pierce through his flesh and enter his muscles.
Jureureuk!
Blood gushed out from Pyo-wol�s lips.
The sword pressure came in through the neck and hurt his internal organs.
That was then.
The pressure on his neck disappeared like a dream. First sword had quickly withdrawn. He said as he put the sword into its sheath.
�An assassin leaves no traces under any circumstances. Breaking the wrist like this and leaving a mark is no different from telling the opponent your military power and identity.�
�Keep in mind. Never leave a mark.�
Pyo-wol could not easily decide how to respond. So he remained silent. Because he knew that sometimes silence is more effective than giving out a ten-word answer.
Perhaps he liked Pyo-wol�s reaction, the First Sword turned around without saying anything more.�
In an instant, Pyo-wol was about to let out the breath he had been holding back.
�No, not yet. I must not relax.�
Fortunately, he gave out a good look so he passed, but he didn�t know what kind of reaction he would get if he showed a relaxed appearance.
Pyo-wol kept his nerves sharp for a long time.
* * *
Gok Soo-chang eventually died.
It was an underground cave where it was difficult to survive even with the best physical condition.
The other children did not leave Gok Soo-chang alone, who had broken one arm and could not use his strength properly. Just as Gok Soo-chang did to Pyo-wol, the other children also aimed at Gok Soo-chang under the guise of training.
For the first time or two, he somehow managed to survive a difficult incident, but the situation was not easy enough to survive without injuries.�
In the end, Gok Soo-chang could not survive the attacks of the other children and died. The death of Gok Soo-chang has alarmed many children. JrNovels.com
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