At that, Man-ho, who was behind him, held a wooden sword to his neck.
“You could really die acting up like that.
Watch yourself.”
“…”
Sa Cheon, who had been quietly looking down at the wooden sword, pushed it away with his hand and spoke.
“Are you perhaps worrying about me?
If so, I’m fine, so spend that time practicing your Martial Arts more.
I think that would be better for your future.”
Having finished speaking, Sa Cheon immediately tried to walk past him.
However, Man-ho did not let him go.
This time, he swung the wooden sword diagonally at Sa Cheon.
Sa Cheon hurriedly pulled back to dodge the attack.
It was at that moment.
‘What is this?’
It was a sudden attack, but dodging a simple, basic swing was not a difficult task.
The only strange thing was that, for some reason, the trajectory of his attack appeared incredibly slow to Sa Cheon’s eyes.
Should he say time had slowed down for a moment?
Swoosh-!
His attack cleaved through the empty air.
“…”
Flustered by Sa Cheon’s momentarily swift movement, Man-ho spoke again.
“Well.
It seems you have enough skill to mess around in a neighborhood alley.
Then shall we go at it properly this time?”
Man-ho took a stance as if to unleash a Martial Arts move.
“What are you doing?
I believe fights between trainees are forbidden.”
Sa Cheon glared at him.
“Well, do you think what happens here will reach the Sect Leader’s ears?”
“…”
At their brazen attitude, Sa Cheon was momentarily at a loss for words.
‘As expected, guys like this are exactly the same, whether in the past or present.’
“Then shall we begin?”
Just as Man-ho was about to rush in.
Peng Dal suddenly spread his arms and blocked him.
“Let him go.
Here comes Sa Cheon’s guardian, Lady Dam Ye-rin.”
Peng Dal gestured with his eyes toward Dam Ye-rin, who was walking over from afar.
At that, Man-ho also relaxed his stance and spoke.
“You’re lucky again today.
But don’t act up too much just because you trust Lady Dam Ye-rin.
If you keep acting up like that, you really might end up having a funeral.”
At his warning, Sa Cheon merely smirked, the corners of his mouth rising.
Far from being angry, he even felt grateful toward these clan scions who were obnoxiously exactly the same now as they were in the past.
Sa Cheon had vowed that once he gained power, he would crush the Seven Great Sects that followed the Seven Heroes.
However, in a corner of his heart, he was also conflicted.
It was a World where five hundred years had already passed since his death.
Taking revenge in this current World without them seemed meaningless, and he didn’t think his life, remembered as the Sword Demon in the past, would change simply by trying again.
It would just be the birth of another Sword Demon.
But just as they did in the past, they are provoking him now.
Begging to be beaten to a pulp.