‘What the hell is this…?’

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.

"Uuurgh…"

The fallen disciple twitched momentarily before going limp, completely unconscious.

“Hiiik…!”

“Again?!”

“How many is it now…?”

The remaining disciples quaked in fear. By now, the unconscious had piled up into a small mountain in the corner of the training ground—more than ten.

Seeing this, Seol Yeong covered her face with her hand.

"…We’re doomed."

Her mind raced, but no solutions came to her.

‘How did it come to this?’

The answer was clear:

‘I should never have brought him here.’

Bringing this absurd monster into the training grounds was a monumental mistake.

"Next."

The person standing at the center of the chaos—the source of her headache—spoke casually.

“Hiiik…! N-no way!”

The next disciple in line tried to flee, but—

“What do you mean ‘no’? This is a great opportunity! Get over here!”

“Waaaah! Master, help me!”

"…"

Seol Yeong watched silently as the disciple was dragged back by the scruff of his neck.

Even escaping wasn’t 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."@@novelbin@@

"Please… spare me…"

"Huh? You call yourself a swordsman, but you can’t even lift your weapon? What’s wrong with your head? Should I help you draw it?"

“Hiiiiiik…!”

"Goddammit."

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