It wouldn’t be wrong to say everything they did after their tiring running session was almost completely a product of willpower since they could no longer use their strength properly–-not with their hands.

After getting enough rest, Kang Chan began the combat techniques class on the sports field, which had six mattresses laid a good distance from each other. Since some students came to school to self-study on the weekdays or because they were a part of the athletics club, there were quite a lot of kids in the stands.

“How about you perform a demonstration first, Mr. Seok Kang-Ho?”

On Kang Chan’s suggestion, Seok Kang-Ho stepped forward while cracking his neck.

“Before we begin, we need two volunteers,” Kang Chan said.

As soon as he finished his sentence, the security company employee with an angular chin smirked. He then approached Seok Kang-Ho head-on with a disdainful look in his eyes.

Accidents always happened with this kind of fucker.

Step onto the mattress." Kang Chan instructed.

Swish.

The guy showed signs of displeasure toward Kang Chan.

“Didn’t you hear me? Get moving before I kill you,” Kang Chan ordered.

The atmosphere’s temperature instantly dropped. It could be felt even from the stands.

The employee...