I entered the hall.
Inside, a little over twenty people were already waiting.
As I moved further in, the air prickled against my skin.
The sensation made me click my tongue inwardly.
Tch.
âThese guys and their ridiculous power gamesâ¦â
Martial artists always acted this way when gathered.
They spread their Qi needlessly, pushing their auras against each other like invisible duels.
A bunch of fools, really.
âWhy waste your energy? Do they think itâs endless?â
Honestly, even if they all combined their strength, Iâd still have more.
But no, they just had to puff out their chests and flaunt their power.
It was a surefire way to get themselves killed.
In war, idiots like these burned themselves out early and crumbled when it actually mattered.
âYou just canât deal with people whoâve never tasted war.â
Cursing to myself, I waved my hand lazily.
Whooshâ!
The suffocating energy dissipated slightly. Finally, I could breathe properly again.
Butâ
â...!â
â....â
It seemed a few of them noticed what Iâd done. Their gazes shot toward me, sharp and curious.
I simply smiled awkwardly.
âSorry. It was a bit hard to breathe.â
I brushed it off casually and found a spot to sit.
There were no assigned seats, so I perched on a shaded part of the wooden veranda.
Even though I ignored their continued stares, I could still feel them.
âHow long is this going to take?â
Time was all I cared about now.
The preliminaries were still ongoing, and I had no idea how long it would take for the second round to begin.
On top of thatâ
âHow are Wi Seol-ah and Seong Yul doing?â
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