“Kuhahaha!”

Swordmaster Tuzenbach laughed at Kang Chul-In.

“Disciple, you’re too slow!”

“Bullshit.”“Oh, even now you’re this slow?”

Saying that, Tuzenbach’s sword touched Kang Chul-In’s ribs.

“...!”

Truly, this old man moved like a ghost.

“Kuku! Disciple, you should know that strength isn’t everything. It seems like you, my disciple, lacks the right technique and finesse. Ah, and a man is all technique, you know…? Oh, and your big, beautiful ‘thing’ is very important as well. Only then can you give happiness and pleasure to women…!”

Making a dirty joke, Tuzenbach laughed again. He was truly treating Overlord Kang Chul-In as someone under him and as his disciple.

“Crazy old man.”

Kang Chul-In aimed his sword at the old man’s mouth with the intention to make him shut up forever.

Whik!

But once again, the old man dodged Kang Chul-In’s sword strike with just a narrow gap of 0.0001 centimetres.

“Come on, come on. I told you, that’s too slow.”

“...”

“No, to be precise, you can’t see accurately.”

“Me?”

“Your sense of distance is terrible. You only know how to fight and...