‘What the hell...?’

It was as if he was caught by a great gravity and was being pulled forward. A creepy feeling went down Miura’s back. He soon pulled the handle in his hand in order to try a quick draw of his sword.

“...Hup!”

Miura took a deep breath when he saw Lim Changyong arriving in front of him. Lim Changyong pushed Miura’s right hand off the sword and pulled out a dagger. The green Ether Blade made a chilling sound that was like a ghost’s song. Lim Changyong stabbed the blade toward the armor Miura was wearing.

Miura made an expression asking him to try it. ‘Bah. This Joseonjin. I am a bit surprised, but it is a mistake to think that you can cut the heavy armor we are wearing...’

Puoook!

“Eek!”

Then a message appeared in front of Miura’s eyes telling him that he had suffered a serious injury. He couldn’t understand the current situation. How the hell did this person pierce the expensive armor given by the great Japanese Empire itself to seriously wound him? Miura gritted his teeth and grabbed Lim Changyong’s da...