Inside the building’s Martial Arts Hall, over a hundred martial arts students were training with energetic shouts, tightly aligned in left and right rows.
At the very front of the Martial Arts Hall stood the instructor teaching them, and at the very back, Sa Cheon stood out, swinging a wooden sword.
But what was going on?
Clatter!
Sa Cheon, who had been swinging his wooden sword for a long time in the solemn atmosphere, threw it onto the floor.
Then,
Whoosh-!
Thwack!
A man who had been standing with his arms crossed in front of Sa Cheon struck Sa Cheon’s head with a wooden sword.
Possessing a large body packed with muscles and intensely deep facial features, just like his robust appearance, he was none other than Blood Thunder, the Sect Leader of the Black Dragon Sect.
Sa Cheon rubbed his aching head with his hand and raised his gaze to glare at Blood Thunder.
‘I’ll definitely kill you someday.’
It had been three months since he, having lost his Martial Arts, joined the Black Dragon Sect.
At first, he thought it was a good opportunity to regain his lost Martial Arts.
He needed to learn Martial Arts quickly again and imprint his existence once more upon the world that had forgotten him.
However, for three months, he had been doing nothing but swinging a wooden sword, exactly like the newly joined trainees.
Sa Cheon’s heart was already rotting away to the point where killing him hundreds of times wouldn’t be enough.
Thwack!
Blood Thunder struck his head one more time.
“Your gaze is incredibly insolent.”
“…”
Sa Cheon barely suppressed his anger and spoke.
“Stop hitting me, unless you want to regret it later.”
Thwack!
Blood Thunder brought the wooden sword down on Sa Cheon’s head once again.
“I’ll look forward to that regret.”
“…”
Huu-
Endure it, just endure it…
He’s a guy I’ll kill as soon as I learn Martial Arts.
“Then at least teach me Martial Arts!
How long are you going to make me swing a wooden sword?!”
“If you don’t want to get hit more, pick up your wooden sword.
In all Martial Arts, the basics come first.”
“Basics!
Basics!
It’s been three months of nothing but basics.”
Though he had lost his Martial Arts over the span of five hundred years, he was someone who once possessed Martial Arts that no one could dare to approach.
For Sa Cheon, who wanted to quickly learn Martial Arts forms to revive his body’s senses, a training method identical to that of the other trainees was bound to be frustrating.
Blood Thunder pointed at the trainees with his wooden sword.
“Do you know that every trainee here has been learning those basics not for three months, but for several years?!”
Then he glared at Sa Cheon and said.
“Martial Arts require advancing your training thousands, tens of thousands of times until your body remembers it, not your head.
Just because you remember it in your head doesn’t mean it’s over!”
“Bullshit!”
“Bull, bullshit?”
At his rudeness, Blood Thunder narrowed his brow.
“The head forgets but the body remembers?
That’s all bullshit because I’ve experienced it myself.”