“Fuu-huuph…!”0

Wiggins stopped holding his breath and noisily sucked in a lungful of air.0

The battle had entered a lull, but his expression remained deeply stunned by what he had witnessed.0

‘How can anyone fight like this…!’0

Of course, Wiggins was well aware that the current him couldn't even dream of mounting a challenge to either the Elder Knights or Kang Jin-Ho. Even then, this battle still made an utter mockery of his beliefs.0

If he was being brutally honest, Wiggins… had never witnessed a desperate and wretched battle like this one. Never. A battle where everyone involved threw their everything away to defeat their enemy?0

‘...It seems I can never casually talk about risking my neck during a fight now.’0

Saying such a thing would be a show of disrespect, an insult, to all these people.0

These people unhesitantly threw their lives away for a chance to win. Their incredible fighting spirit roused goosebumps on Wiggins' skin, making him shudder.0

While mulling over their impressive fighting spirit, Wiggins was suddenly overcome with a powerful wave of shame.0

He thought he had put in a lot of effort to get this far. He believed he had devoted his entire life to improving his martial prowess. And he felt that he worked truly hard to become strong enough.0

However, could he legitimately call that… hard work? That he had put in enough effort?0

He used to think that everything he had done to get this far qualified as “effort.” He genuinely believed that his pursuit...0