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Seol Yeong, the First Disciple of the Mangye Mount Hua Sect and instructor of the third-generation disciples, could only grimace at the unfolding chaos.
BANG!
"Ugh!"
With a loud crash, yet another third-generation disciple was sent flying, tumbling to the ground some distance away.
"Uuurghâ¦"
The fallen disciple twitched momentarily before going limp, completely unconscious.
âHiiikâ¦!â
âAgain?!â
âHow many is it nowâ¦?â
The remaining disciples quaked in fear. By now, the unconscious had piled up into a small mountain in the corner of the training groundâmore than ten.
Seeing this, Seol Yeong covered her face with her hand.
"â¦Weâre doomed."
Her mind raced, but no solutions came to her.
âHow did it come to this?â
The answer was clear:
âI should never have brought him here.â
Bringing this absurd monster into the training grounds was a monumental mistake.
"Next."
The person standing at the center of the chaosâthe source of her headacheâspoke casually.
âHiiikâ¦! N-no way!â
The next disciple in line tried to flee, butâ
âWhat do you mean ânoâ? This is a great opportunity! Get over here!â
âWaaaah! Master, help me!â
"â¦"
Seol Yeong watched silently as the disciple was dragged back by the scruff of his neck.
Even escaping wasnât an option.
FWOOSH!
The training grounds were surrounded by an inexplicable barrier of flames, radiating an intense heat that deterred anyone from attempting to leave.
Clearly, this was the work of Gu Yangcheon, to ensure no one could run.
"Pick up your sword."
"Please⦠spare meâ¦"
"Huh? You call yourself a swordsman, but you canât even lift your weapon? Whatâs wrong with your head? Should I help you draw it?"
âHiiiiiikâ¦!â
"Goddammit."