I had no words as I watched Bong Soon approach with a bright smile.
Her body was covered in bruisesâa considerable amount. While there were no major injuries, the numerous small wounds made it clear how grueling the match had been.
Bong Soonâs battered state was proof enough of how difficult the bout had been.
âBut she lost.â
I grabbed my throbbing forehead.
She lost. Bong Soon ultimately lost to the Sword Dragon.
âHehehe!â
I had to endure a headache as Bong Soon laughed like it had all been fun and games.
Naturally, everyone had watched the match, and we all knew why she lost.
âIt wasnât all that different from Seong Yulâs fightâ¦.â
A difference in levels.
It was the same thing I had seen in the match between Peng Woojin and Seong Yul.
However, unlike those two, the gap wasnât overwhelming this time.
It was closeâalmost evenly matched.
âBut the situation played a big part.â
I had asked Bong Soon something before the match.
Looking at Sword Dragon, I had asked her if she could win.
And Bong Soon had answered:
Maybe in a match like this.
âBut in a fight to the death, Iâd win.â
She had said it with absolute confidence.
And honestly, I didnât disagree.
A fight to kill.
If it had been that kind of battle, Bong Soon would have had the upper hand.
Sword Dragon was still more like an immature orthodox martial artist.
How much real-life combat experience could he possibly have?
But Bong Soon was different.
ââ¦Sheâs just a wild beast.â
She doesnât hesitate to kill, using any means necessary.
If it had been a fight where they were trying to kill each other, I honestly believed Bong Soon had a higher chance of winning.
Of courseâ
âI couldnât be certain about that either.â
What Sword Dragon had shown in the match was beyond what Iâd imagined.
âHis plum blossoms have grown even thicker.â
His sword dance had become sharper and more refined.
The sword energy he carried felt deeper and steadier.
âHe must have trained properly.â