A man’s footsteps echoed within the corridor.0

The owner of that sound leisurely entered the main hall. And when the Knights of the Round Table finally clapped their eyes on this man, they all reflexively held their breaths.0

On the surface, he was a young Asian man in a black business suit. And there didn't seem to be anything remarkable about him. Other than his facial features that crossed racial boundaries and made others appreciate his good looks, his appearance seemed as ordinary as a tourist in a famous local hotspot.0

However, none of the Knights here thought of the young man as “ordinary.”0

One could “see” as much as they knew.0

The meaning of that time-worn phrase differed somewhat between the surface world and the martial world. It actually meant… One could “see” as far as their strength allowed it!0

The stronger a martial artist, the easier it was for them to analyze the other party.0

Every Knight here was a warrior powerful enough to represent their respective nation. As such, they could sense the extraordinary aura barely hidden under the surface of Kang Jin-Ho’s unassuming appearance!0

“…!”0

Their mouths were clamped shut. They finally understood how the legendary Elder Knights tasted bitter defeat at the hands of one man! And they also figured out why the usually proud Master spoke with such powerlessness.0

...And why Wiggins chose to throw away the lofty title of Knight of the Round Table to join the Korean Martial...2