Chapter: 82
Duration: Seven years.
Reward: 500,000 gold.
Condition: Leave no traces related to the Blood Shadow Group.]
�Woo Gunsang?�
Pyo-wol frowned.
He did not know what kind of person Woo Gunsang was.�
He was curious as to how great Woo Gunsang could be for them to spend 7 years raising children to become assassins. 270 out of 300 have already died during the training just to kill one person.�
He wondered if that one person�s life was as valuable as the sum of the lives of two hundred and seventy, or even three hundred children who entered this place.
That was then.
Thud!
He could feel a presence in the cave outside the door. Pyo-wol hurriedly returned the letter to its original place and then left the room. From the entrance of the cave, he saw a person walking his way.
It was difficult to distinguish the figure of the incoming person because of the darkness, but Pyo-wol recognized that it was Lim Sayeol, the owner of this room.
Lim Sayeol possessed unparalleled martial arts skills compared to other instructors. His senses were also very sensitive.
But Lim Sayeol was not good enough as to detect Pyo-wol who was using his stealth skills and Turtle Breathing technique.�
There was no time to think.
Pyo-wol immediately jumped to the ceiling.
The artificially trimmed ceiling was so smooth that there was no room to hit a finger. Even if he raised his inner qi� and slammed his finger into the wall, there was no choice but to make a sound.
Lim Sayeol wasn�t so numb that he couldn�t hear the sound echoing from a short distance away.
Pyo-wol hung his nails in the micro grooves. One fingernail was literally the only one supporting the weight of his entire body.
He couldn�t even breathe. The moment his breathing becomes even a little rough, the Lim Sayeol will notice him.
Pyo-wol looked down at his feet, with his one fingernail supporting his whole body.
Lim Sayeol was passing under his feet. He looked around to see if he felt something strange. But he didn�t look up because he didn�t think anyone would be hanging from the ceiling.
Pyo-wol concentrated all his nerves on his fingertips.
If it had been him in the past, he would not have been able to endure it with only the power of one finger.
After So Yeowol�s advice, Pyo-wol abandoned the sword and focused on training his bare hands. While practicing unknown swordsmanship with his bare hands, his grip strength and the delicate sense of his fingers were not the same as before. So now it is possible for him to perform a stunt like this.�
At Pyo-wol�s feet, Lim Sayeol furrowed his brows.
Although he is said to have retired from the front line, his senses are not dead yet. As an assassin, the sense he had forged for decades was warning him that something was strange.
But he couldn�t figure out what exactly it was.
Lim Sayeol looked around again. But he couldn�t find anything odd.
�Was I mistaken?� JrNovels.com
Reward: 500,000 gold.
Condition: Leave no traces related to the Blood Shadow Group.]
�Woo Gunsang?�
Pyo-wol frowned.
He did not know what kind of person Woo Gunsang was.�
He was curious as to how great Woo Gunsang could be for them to spend 7 years raising children to become assassins. 270 out of 300 have already died during the training just to kill one person.�
He wondered if that one person�s life was as valuable as the sum of the lives of two hundred and seventy, or even three hundred children who entered this place.
That was then.
Thud!
He could feel a presence in the cave outside the door. Pyo-wol hurriedly returned the letter to its original place and then left the room. From the entrance of the cave, he saw a person walking his way.
It was difficult to distinguish the figure of the incoming person because of the darkness, but Pyo-wol recognized that it was Lim Sayeol, the owner of this room.
Lim Sayeol possessed unparalleled martial arts skills compared to other instructors. His senses were also very sensitive.
But Lim Sayeol was not good enough as to detect Pyo-wol who was using his stealth skills and Turtle Breathing technique.�
There was no time to think.
Pyo-wol immediately jumped to the ceiling.
The artificially trimmed ceiling was so smooth that there was no room to hit a finger. Even if he raised his inner qi� and slammed his finger into the wall, there was no choice but to make a sound.
Lim Sayeol wasn�t so numb that he couldn�t hear the sound echoing from a short distance away.
Pyo-wol hung his nails in the micro grooves. One fingernail was literally the only one supporting the weight of his entire body.
He couldn�t even breathe. The moment his breathing becomes even a little rough, the Lim Sayeol will notice him.
Pyo-wol looked down at his feet, with his one fingernail supporting his whole body.
Lim Sayeol was passing under his feet. He looked around to see if he felt something strange. But he didn�t look up because he didn�t think anyone would be hanging from the ceiling.
Pyo-wol concentrated all his nerves on his fingertips.
If it had been him in the past, he would not have been able to endure it with only the power of one finger.
After So Yeowol�s advice, Pyo-wol abandoned the sword and focused on training his bare hands. While practicing unknown swordsmanship with his bare hands, his grip strength and the delicate sense of his fingers were not the same as before. So now it is possible for him to perform a stunt like this.�
At Pyo-wol�s feet, Lim Sayeol furrowed his brows.
Although he is said to have retired from the front line, his senses are not dead yet. As an assassin, the sense he had forged for decades was warning him that something was strange.
But he couldn�t figure out what exactly it was.
Lim Sayeol looked around again. But he couldn�t find anything odd.
�Was I mistaken?� JrNovels.com
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