'By the way… What am I even doing here?'0

Nobuo gradually became aware of where he was. And that happened to be a boat operated by the Korean Martial Assembly! Which was teeming with the Assembly's martial artists!0

'Who!? Who said that Korean martial artists are weak?!'0

Everything Nobuo heard before the start of the expedition, plus his prior knowledge of the Korean martial artists, had to be a crock of sh*t. If not, the ones saying the Koreans were weak probably didn't know what they were talking about!0

Why would Nobuo think this way, though? Simple. Not a single martial artist he could see on this boat looked like a pushover!0

'This is so weird. Things weren't like this back then, so how?'0

Nobuo was fairly knowledgeable about South Korea. He knew what the overall standard of the Martial Assembly was like as he had several opportunities to interact with the Assembly's martial artists from a young age.0

But these people were substantially different from the Assembly's martial artists Nobuo was familiar with. Their level of martial prowess was one thing, but what was more notable was the air they exuded.0

'I can't even breathe properly!'0

The killing intent these people oozed was thick and dense. It was choking the life out of Nobuo! He finally understood what the killing intent sharp enough to cut flesh felt like.0

All the auras from the surroundings were crushing down on Nobuo, but the problem with...0